BTC: Chapter 19 (Posting Version) (Patreon)

-- CHAPTER 19: Alice --

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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.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the copper-haired head 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.

I smiled back, and Naimh once again focused at the task at hand. 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.

While she caught her breath, I took a moment to evaluate my situation. Unlike my previous experience sleeping with two girls in bed, I wasn’t in the middle this time. Last night, after Sam, Zofi, and I cleaned up and got into our pajamas, Sam assumed the place of honor, ending up sandwiched between me and Zofi. The three of us formed stacked spoons with Zofi facing away, Sam hugging her from behind, and me wrapping my arms around both of them.

At present, my left arm was trapped beneath Sam’s pillow as the two girls remained spooned together, still asleep. I glanced over at them, debating whether or not to attempt slipping my arm out and heading with Naimh over to her room or something, but Naimh blew those thoughts straight out of my head when she dropped her fantastic freckled face all the way down on me again and started swallowing to make her throat muscles ripple against my sensitive shaft.

In the end, I simply let Naimh blow me. She didn’t seem interested in climbing on or anything like that, just pleasing me. I thought about what Zofi had said last night about not feeling the urge to suck my dick, but rather the urge to see the way I looked at her while she was sucking my dick. Given the way Naimh went about her business, I got the distinct impression the gorgeous redhead wanted BOTH, and that idea certainly made me feel really good.

So I gave her all my attention. My right hand was still free, so I cupped her cheek and brushed her hair back behind her ear so I could have an unobstructed look at her beautiful face. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks pulled up into a smile in response, but she never stopped sucking me. When she deep-throated me again, I set my right hand atop her head to hold her down for just a second, and she quivered with increased excitement. The twinkle in her eyes told me she really liked that, although the instant I felt her trying to move back up, I moved my hand away and let her catch her breath.

We both stayed silent so as not to wake the others, but it was hard to control my hips. The closer I got to cumming, the more I involuntarily bucked upward. Naimh accepted each lunge with aplomb, resuming her oral love immediately afterward. And after a particularly good deep-throat, I found myself pinning her head down rather hard, not letting her up as I groaned beneath my breath and began erupting great gouts of hot lava straight into the Irish girl’s throat.

She jerked at the first impact, her head trying to pop up but unable to since I was still pinning her down this time. She swallowed quickly lest she drown, her throat muscles milking my shaft for more and more cum. She even pressed her own head further down, really cramming me all the way in. But after the first few shots, I realized what I was doing and quickly let go of the top of her head.

Naimh actually kept her head down as long as she could, trying to take it all without popping off. But the urge to breathe took over and she pulled away, taking a couple of shots to the face before the rest lost power and dribbled out around my mushroom head and her now-pumping right hand. She gasped for oxygen, eyes wide. And by the time I had nothing left to spurt, she had completely recovered her composure.

Stifling a giggle, Naimh looked at her sperm-covered hand and started licking my jizz off her skin. She scraped a few more globs off her nose, mouth, and cheeks, popping her fingers into her mouth and tasting them with relish. I definitely got the impression she enjoyed both the taste of my cum AND the way I looked at her while she tasted it, and once more I found myself wishing I could be with nymphomaniac Neevie all the time. She was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen AND a complete freak in the sheets. Lucky me!

A second later, her eyes got big as she looked over to my left. I followed her gaze and found that both Sam and Zofi had woken up and rolled around. I must’ve been so distracted by my ejaculation I hadn’t noticed I’d pulled my left arm out from under Sam’s pillow, and didn’t feel a thing.

“Umm… morning?” Naimh greeted them a little nervously, still with a cum-covered finger in her mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t get to wake up with him yesterday and I didn’t plan on sucking him off. I just wanted to see him since this is our last day of the trip and he had the biggest bulge in his pajamas and…”

“Relax, relax,” Sam said groggily, waving her hand dismissively. “I’m still super-tired, my ass feels like it’s on fire, and I’m not in the mood. Why don’t you take him over to your bedroom and have him return the favor.”

“Really?” Naimh said brightly. “But this is still your morning.”

“No worries. We’re the BTC. I’m good with sharing.” She waved at us dismissively again and rolled back to cuddle with Zofi.

I suddenly found a horny redhead tugging on my hand to get me up, dragging me over to her bedroom, and almost literally throwing me onto her bed. By the time I was able to roll over and sit up, she’d already unbuttoned half of her pajama top, baring those beautiful 34DDs to my hungry gaze.

“Let’s try to keep it down, huh?” I suggested. “Let the others sleep in?”

Naimh shrugged. “No promises.”

****

Naimh’s orgasmic screaming woke up the others. Belle came into the room while I was banging my pelvis off the busty redhead’s buttocks from behind, spanking her bodacious booty repeatedly while she howled bloody murder. My dirty mind imagined Belle parking her pussy right in front of Naimh’s face so I could watch her get eaten out by the busty redhead and complete a “proper” threesome, but she just leaned against the wall with her hands in her panties, rubbing furiously until the sight of Naimh and I having a simultaneous climax made Belle cum as well.

Matty’s Cumslut of course went straight for the creampie, and Naimh came again while cramming Belle’s little head against her crotch with both hands.

The three of us emerged to find Mari making breakfast for everyone. Naimh apologized for waking everyone, but her friends brushed off her concerns as no big deal.

“It’s the same time we would wake up for school anyway,” Zofi explained. “We can still sleep in for the rest of winter break.”

“What time is your mum coming back here?” Sam asked me.

“Before ten. We’re supposed to be out of the cabin by then.”

Naimh checked the clock. “There’s still enough time if anybody else wants to take Matty into a bedroom.”

I arched my eyebrow and looked at each of the girls one-by-one. Nobody shrank from my gaze or anything like that, but none of them looked inclined to take Naimh up on her offer. Belle looked satisfied with her creampie. Sam looked sore and was walking funny. Zofi shrugged. And Mari shook her head, the only one to reply verbally, “I’m good. Yesterday morning was crazy enough for one weekend.”

Belle snorted. “You’ve gone from virgin to bisexual orgies in about a week.”

So with that, the six of us ate breakfast, packed our suitcases, and started to tidy up and make sure we weren’t leaving anything behind. I went to play suitcase Tetris in the van while the girls walked down to the beach to play in the snow one last time. I joined them twenty minutes later to find that our two snowmen from yesterday were still upright, although one of the arm sticks was missing.

We didn’t stay long, though, and returned to the cabin by 9:30. Mother arrived ten minutes later, we loaded everyone into the van, and started the drive home. I never really got a good look at her boyfriend when he dropped her off, nor did I really want to try. If she wanted me to meet him, we would eventually do so under proper circumstances. For now, I’d rather not really think too hard about that part of her life.

We got fast food for lunch and then started dropping off girls at their homes a little after 2pm. It was a Tuesday, so I was expecting most parents to be at work even if Christmas was just around the corner. Indeed, nobody was home when we dropped off Mari. But Zofi’s dad came out to the front porch and waved to us on arrival. Naimh’s parents came down to the van and chatted with Mother politely. Sam reached forward, tapped my shoulder, and said, “Looks like your future in-laws get along with your mom already.”

My eyebrows shot up. “In-laws?”

Sam just laughed. I was glad Naimh was already outside standing with her suitcase by her parents and hadn’t heard that comment.

Arching an eyebrow, I asked, “You really wouldn’t be jealous?”

Sam shrugged and glanced back at Belle, who was the only one left in the van with us, and said simply, “You and I are never getting married or anything like that. I want you to see me as Aphrodite, I want you to get turned on by the mere sight of me, and of course I’m competitive and want to be the best at… everything. But we’re not dating and as much as I love being with you… romance isn’t high on my list right now.”

I nodded as if in agreement and turned to look out the windshield, but in my head I was still turning her words over in my mind. Just yesterday morning she’d asked me if I could ever consider her as a potential girlfriend and gotten upset when I waffled on the subject. Today she said she didn’t care.

We drove off two minutes later and dropped off Sam without further incident. And FINALLY Belle and I got home.

I parked the van in the garage and gave Belle a quick kiss goodbye. Mother had already gone inside the house, as it was my job to bring in her luggage. Belle walked over to her place while I headed in, dumped my suitcase beside the bed, and flopped face down across my mattress. A shower and a nap sounded REALLY good.

But something niggled in the back of my brain, telling me I was forgetting something. A minute later, I realized I was actually forgetting someone. So I reached over for the cordless telephone handset on my nightstand and started dialing her number from memory. And after five or six rings, a female voice in heavily-accented Korean said, “Herro?”

“Hi, this is Matthew. Is Alice available?”

“Ah, Mattoo. Yes, one moment,” her mother replied. She was well familiar with me.

A minute later, Alice picked up the phone. “Hey, Matty! You guys are back from the trip?”

“Yeah, I just landed on my bed two minutes ago. I missed you.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Alice snorted. “Not with five girls vying for your attention, mom or no mom.”

I chuckled. “Actually, Mother spent the whole time with her boyfriend. The girls and I had the cabin all to ourselves.”

“Whoa…” Alice went silent for a moment, letting that sink in. “I’m… wow. How are you still STANDING?”

“I’m not. I’m flat on my back pretty exhausted.”

“Surprised you’re not dead of dehydration. And there are a ton of other things I want to say but can’t with my mom five feet away watching me have this conversation.” I heard her cover the receiver for a moment, but not so much that I couldn’t hear the burst of Korean exchanged between Alice and her mom.

Eventually, she came back to me. “So what’s up? I seriously hope you didn’t call me just to gloat.”

“No, no, of course not. Actually, I was hoping you had time for us to hang out like in the old days. Maybe you could come over here and play video games or something?”

“Tempting. Actually, a little TOO tempting. I’m not totally sure how I’d handle myself if I went over to your place. Too many fond memories. Why don’t you come here, actually?”

“Sure, sure, no problem. When would be a good time for you?”

“Anytime, really. I’m playing FF8 right now.”

“You want me to come over now?”

“Thought you were exhausted.”

“Never too exhausted for you. I was serious when I said I missed you.”

“Alright then. Come on over. I’ll see you in a few.” She hung up without waiting for further response.

Mother was in the kitchen when I came downstairs and grabbed the keys to the van off the hook. “Going out again so soon?”

“Going over to Alice’s place to play video games.”

Mother smiled, a warm smile that was exactly the kind of maternal expression she claimed to have no instinct for. But I didn’t comment further as I hopped into the van and started the engine.

I really HAD missed her.

****

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Belle groaned every time my cockhead hit that little bump at the end, setting off little sparkles in her brain. “You fit so perfectly. Any shorter and you wouldn’t reach. Any longer and this would hurt.”

“Hmph, hmph, hmph,” I grunted, concentrating on my technique to keep up the rhythm and hit that spot she loved so much every time.

“Fuuuuck, Matty…” the petite strawberry-blonde moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum again. I’m gonna cum, Matty. Uuuuunnnnggghhhh!”

The hot little pixie beneath my body dug her fingernails into my shoulders as she tensed up and came. Her chest thrust into my belly as her back arched, and she was so tight to begin with that when her cunt clamped down, I couldn’t even move. So I stopped thrusting and held on for the ride as Belle writhed and wriggled beneath me in orgasmic ecstasy.

A couple of minutes later, her legs relaxed their grip from my calves and she let her arms flop out to the sides. She smiled beatifically and started giggling, buoyed by the blissful bubbles bouncing around Belle’s brain. But when her pussy went slack and gave me room to breathe, I started up my pumping motions and bent down to kiss the top of her head.

“In or out?” I asked, by now a familiar question of whether she wanted me to stay in and blast into her womb, or pull out so she could swallow my load instead. Matty’s Cumslut usually wanted me to pull out, but she wanted me inside her often enough for me to ask.

“Out.”

I nodded, put my forehead down on the pillow, and concentrated on piledriving my dick through her ultra-snug snatch. Free to chase my own pleasure, I rapidly masturbated myself with Belle’s tight little body, feeling the pleasure build until I couldn’t take it anymore. Yanking myself out and taking a big step forward, I held my dick out in front of her while she quickly sat up and crammed my cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head only twice before it began spitting cumwads onto her waiting tongue, and she moaned rapturously while drinking every drop down.

“Fuuuck, B. I don’t deserve you,” I marveled while watching the elfin beauty suck down my sperm.

She smiled around my dick and kept swallowing. Only after every drop was gone - plus some time spent nursing the tip just to be sure - did she finally pop off me and grin. “I’m one of a kind.”

“That you are,” I agreed as I turned and flopped onto my back, breathing heavily.

Somehow still energetic, Belle hovered above me. “So based on how backed up you were, I’m gonna assume you and Alice didn’t do anything naughty.”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “In her house? With the door open and her mom outside? Uh, no. Definitely not.”

“So what... It’s eight o’clock now and you left here right after we got home so… You spent more than five hours together just playing video games?”

I shrugged. “Her mom made dinner, so it wasn’t ALL video games. But yeah, mostly video games. I’m out of practice. Been spending so much time keeping the BTC sexually satiated that I hadn’t picked up a controller in a while. Alice schooled me and I didn’t wanna quit until I beat her.”

Belle snorted and shook her head. “So when’s your next date?”

“I told her I’d come over tomorrow after lunch.”

She gave me a curious look. “Did you already clear that with Sam? I thought she wanted to meet up with you tomorrow.”

I shrugged. “Sam told me to come over tomorrow morning.”

“And you think she’ll let you out of her house right after lunch?”

I shrugged again. “I’m pretty sure I can help her get her fix before lunch, yes. And she wants Alice back in the BTC as much as I do, so if I tell her I’m meeting Alice, it won’t be a biggie.”

“I guess so. What about everybody else? Zofi, Mari, Neeeevie?”

I blinked. “Why’d you stretch out Neevie’s name like that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Belle…” I warned.

“Seriously, if you don’t know, then I’m not spelling it out for you.”

I sighed. “I haven’t talked to her since the trip.”

“You know she wants you to call her.”

“I don’t wanna call her.”

“Sure you do.”

“Well of course I do, but I’m not going to.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“That’s the worst answer in the history of answers.”

“No it’s not.”

“Really? What would be a worse answer?”

“I don’t know, but that’s not the point.”

“I know it’s not. The point is that you feel the need to avoid her. Why?”

“You know why.”

“Of course I know why; I’m a girl. But I’m also your friend, which is why I think you should call her.”

I frowned. “You know, I would’ve thought you’d be happier if I avoided Naimh a little bit. More time with you this way… doing THIS.” I emphasized the last word by sliding my hand up her thigh and tickling her pussy.

“Neevie wants to be doing this with you too. Probably more than I do. WAY more than I do.”

I sighed. “I know.”

“Then why don’t you want to let her? Clearly you both enjoy doing it with each other.”

“Were you NOT at the same conversation I was? The one about no one girl monopolizing my time and stealing me from the others?”

“You’re NOT being monopolized. You spent all afternoon with Alice, you’re with me right now, and you’re visiting Sam tomorrow. I’m pretty sure you’d visit Mari and Zofi without a second thought. The fact that you feel the need to avoid Neevie speaks volumes.”

“Well I do.”

“Because you’re afraid you’ll like her too much?”

“I already like her too much; that’s the problem. I close my eyes, a stiff breeze comes up, and I start imagining our bodies twisted together, scaling the heights of unlimited ecstasy.”

“You sound like a trashy romance novelist. Is the sex really THAT good?”

“It’s pretty fucking amazing,” I chortled immediately.

Belle pouted for a moment and looked away from me.

I caught her look and added a little hastily, “I mean, sex with you is pretty amazing, too.”

“Nice try,” she drawled.

I frowned. “Are you jealous?”

“Of course not. Maybe a little. Okay, yes I mean what’s-so-great-about-her-anyway?” she said hurriedly at the end there. “Is it because her boobs are bigger than mine?”

“Sex is about more than big boobs.”

“It’s because she let you fuck her ass.”

“No. Well, yes. But if I’m being honest, sex with Neevie was amazing way before she let me in her ass.”

“I thought you liked my tight pussy.”

“I LOVE your tight pussy, B. You’re trying to compare apples and oranges here.”

“And you like apples better.”

“Belle, seriously.”

She pursed her lips and sighed. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m being…” She didn’t finish that sentence.

“You shouldn’t feel bad,” I told her. “You’re like a month removed from losing your virginity. Neevie’s been… well she’s done this more times than you have.”

“Sounds to me like you and I need to catch up to her in that department then.”

I gestured to my penis. “I’m game if you wanna help.”

She reached over and patted my naked junk, but didn’t try to start something yet. Belle took a deep breath, sighed, and shook her head. She furrowed her eyebrows, gave me a serious look, and asked, “Are you afraid you like having sex with her too much? Or are you afraid you LIKE her too much?”

I sighed, decided I didn’t want to talk about Naimh anymore, and asked, “When are you gonna tell your dad about us?”

Belle frowned. “You’re changing the subject.”

“Damn straight I am.”

“I don’t know yet.”

“If you told him now, you could stay the night tonight. Clearly, Mother won’t mind.” In fact, Mother was downstairs right now and probably had heard me and Belle fucking a few minutes ago. “I’ll hold your hand, we tell him together, and then give him some space to think about it while we come back here and snuggle all night.”

Belle rolled her eyes. “Mari’s the big snuggler.”

“C’mon, was it so hard to fall asleep in my arms?”

“No. Yes. I mean, I loved cuddling with you. It just felt… I’m just used to falling asleep alone. It felt a little weird having your arms wrapped around me. I kept getting scared that I’d move at the exact wrong moment and prevent you from falling asleep.”

I shrugged. “So we should practice. Like… every night… Until we get used to it, you know?”

“Sure you don’t want to practice falling asleep with Neevie every night?”

I sighed and averted my gaze. “Of course I would. But her parents would flip.”

“My dad will flip too.”

“He’s not going to. I mean, he’ll be surprised, and yet won’t be surprised, you know?”

Belle pursed her lips again and shook her head. “Not tonight. We just got BACK from the trip. I think I should spend ONE night under my dad’s roof before I move in with you.”

“Fine, fine.”

“Probably better that I don’t stay with you overnight tonight anyway. I’m liable to want a morning protein snack, and that would take a bullet away from Sam. I still need to make sure I stay on her good side.”

“Yeah, why IS that? You’ve been awfully deferential to Sam lately.”

Belle shrugged. “I’m trying to keep the BTC running harmoniously. Keeping Sam satisfied is key to that. Or more to the point, upsetting Sam is the fastest route to blowing the whole thing up.”

“And don’t you think me spending a bunch of one-on-one time with Neevie would be one of the fastest ways to upset Sam? I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s kept a running tally of how many times I’ve fucked Neevie versus how many times I’ve fucked her. And she HAS to stay in the lead.”

“Okay you may have a point there.”

“Banging Neevie with the whole group around is one thing. Having all the other girls around keeps both her and me in check. But if you give us too much time alone together… I mean…” My voice trailed off as I grimaced. “You saw what happened the night after, when Sam just HAD to try and one-up her.”

“I get it, I get it.”

“So you and me are on the same wavelength about this?”

“Yes, agreed.”

“So stop needling me about me avoiding Neevie, alright?”

“Fine, fine.” Belle took a deep breath, sighed, and keeled over, putting her head on my chest and rubbing it softly. “And I WILL tell my dad about us soon. I promise.”

“Please. I haven’t liked having to be so on guard during all these dinners at your house. After everything your dad has done for me, I keep feeling this wracking guilt about the things I’ve done to his little girl without his knowledge.”

“I’m not so little anymore.”

“You’re still little, shorty,” I chided.

She smacked my chest and glared at me, but not for long. She put her head back down, resumed rubbing my chest, and eventually slid her hand down my leg. The conversation had given me some time to recharge, and when a naked Belle started petting my trouser snake, like a flute-serenaded cobra he started to rise.

“Should I feel guilty about the things I’ve done to your mom’s little boy?”

“I don’t think anyone would call him ‘little’,” I drawled, feeling my new erection come to life. “Plus, there’s the whole bit about Mother knowing exactly what we’re doing up here and clearly giving her permission.”

“Yeah. For all the complaining you did over the years about her not being a part of your life, she’s turning out to be pretty cool.”

“Letting me bring girls into the house now doesn’t make up for years of neglect.”

“I’m not saying it does. I’m just saying it beats years of neglect and NOT letting you bring girls into the house… or renting Tahoe cabins for Matty’s Harem.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“A cabin where five teenage hotties spent three nights rubbing their nubile bodies all over your naked flesh, letting you dip your wick into their steaming pussies, screaming in absolute ecstasy while you had your way with them, thrusting powerfully, squeezing so tightly, even tonguing each other! There was so much writhing, so much cum everywhere, mmm tasty cum… in my mouth… in all those pussies… and then back in my mouth… and… NNNNGHHH!”

Belle moaned as I covered her body with my own and shoved my refreshed erection into her tight pussy. Her petting had turned to stroking the more she talked, and when it became clear she needed me inside her, I was quick to climb aboard.

Ten minutes later, I groaned, “In or out?”

“In,” she replied, eyes glittering. “I wanna feel you oozing into my panties, and when I get back to my room I’ll lay back on my bed, scoop you out, and suck your essence off my fingertips.”

“Holy fuck, B,” I grunted at the visual, and all of a sudden I was cumming deep inside her. “Annabellllllle.”

****

“Hey, Matty,” Alice greeted while giving me a fist bump when she opened the door the next day at 1pm on the dot, right when I told her I’d come over. With an appraising look, she added, “You look a little worse for wear. You sick?”

“What? No, I’m fine. Why?”

She shrugged and waved me into the house. “I dunno. You look paler than usual.”

“A little tired, I admit. It’s been a busy week.”

“I’ll bet,” she commented while leading the way to her bedroom. “Lemme guess, the girls are taking advantage of having no school to invite you into their bedrooms while their parents are at work?”

“Huh?” I blinked a couple of times, having not quite heard her. I’d gotten distracted.

Alice turned around and walked back to me. “Hungry? Did you not eat lunch?”

I tore my eyes away from the leftover kalbi short ribs on the kitchen counter. I hadn’t realized I’d come to a stop instead of following her. “Uh, well…”

“Eomma!” Alice called down the hallway before jabbering something in Korean I didn’t understand, other than the word “Matty”. Her mom hollered something back, so Alice went to a cabinet, grabbed a plate, and started loading some up short ribs.

I realized what she was doing and muttered, “Uh, thanks.”

“Okay, who was it?” she asked, holding up the plate of ribs along with a heap of white rice out to the side, far out of my reach.

“Um, what?”

“Which girl were you visiting this morning? Or girls? Which girls kept you fucking them so long you didn’t have time to eat before racing over here to meet me by 1pm just like you’d promised?”

I blinked. “I never said--”

“Tell me who or I’m not giving you the food.”

I blinked, blushed, and stared at the floor for a minute. For half a second I thought about denying everything, insisting I’d eaten plenty for lunch, and was just tired from not having slept well the night before. But this was Alice, who knew my lies almost as well as Belle. “Uh, Sam and Zofi. Sam had actually never had sex in her own bed before, and her parents were both at work.”

“Wow, Zofi? I never thought she’d give up her cherry. Didn’t seem all that interested the last time I saw her, save for holding your hand at school all the time.”

“Uh, no, not Zofi. She’s… well, she’s really into Sam.”

“Obviously.”

“And she’s really into watching.”

“Ohhh…”

“So Zofi’s still a virgin. Although she HAS started to really like going down on me.”

Alice mused on that, gave me a ‘well, okay’ shrug, and handed me the plate. “You know the rules.”

I nodded. Eat at the dining table. Don’t spill anything. No food was allowed in the bedrooms. I’d eaten at Alice’s place enough times over the years.

“This actually works out great,” Alice said with a grin. “I was ALMOST done with this last level and was trying to bang it out before you got here. Now you’ve bought me another fifteen minutes.”

I smiled. “Thanks for the food.”

“No worries. See you soon.”

****

They say time flies when you’re having fun, and the next week flew by in the blink of an eye. I kept making visits to BTC girls while their parents were at work, or they made visits to me. I have no idea if they called around to coordinate, but there were never really any conflicts about multiple girls wanting to see me at the same time, and we never hooked up on back-to-back days. They spaced themselves out, got their fill, and didn’t need a repeat for at least two days or more. I even visited Zofi’s house without Sam twice. Belle was the only exception to the two-day rule, of course. She just came over whenever she wanted, even if she’d fucked me just that morning or the previous night. Of course, Belle and I spent a lot more time talking than screwing.

Not that I didn’t also spend time talking to the other girls one-on-one. My visits usually lasted anywhere from two to four hours, and no matter how horny we might be, we couldn’t fuck that entire time. I knew a lot of basic information about each of them, even some of their hopes and dreams. But engaging in idle chit-chat in a large group, almost half of it revolving around school, is quite different from having a one-on-one in a girl’s bedroom with a wealth of personal keepsakes around to inspire my curiosity (usually while cuddling together as we cooled down from our recent exertions).

Naimh loved to talk about her art projects, and I was happy to listen to her imagination run wild as she told me how she got inspired to make this particular painting, or how difficult it was to get a particular weave in another piece. She showed me some costumes she had sewn herself, and I was suddenly quite inspired to see her in a Princess Toadstool costume from Super Mario Bros (or maybe Jessica Rabbit).

Mari was big on baking, and I knew she and Belle traded recipes all the time. What I didn’t know was that she collected bits of memorabilia from famous chefs, even buying stuff on E-Bay. She said it was her way of feeling like she had a personal connection to them. She also had an old baseball cap of mine on a shelf above her desk. I recognized it as my little league baseball cap from sixth grade. Apparently we’d gone hiking or just for a walk or something, she didn’t remember exactly. She’d complained that it was hot out, so I’d taken the hat off my head and gave it to her. The season was over and I must’ve forgotten about ever getting it back, but she remembered.

Zofi, as I well knew, loved to dance. She could never be a ballerina with a D-cup, or even a contemporary dancer. Her height was actually a disadvantage, too. But that didn’t mute her love of the art, and when she did some crazy split thing with one leg planted and the other one high in the air, I admittedly started fantasizing about what it might be like to have sex with her in some of those positions. What surprised me was the amount of 49ers gear she had in her room. Dainty, elegant, exquisitely beautiful Zofi was a die-hard Niners football fan. She knew every player and half the statistics of the team. Hell, she knew more about them than me! Who knew?

Sam… well… Sam was a bit of a workaholic. She read voraciously, but not sappy romance novels, legal thrillers, or what you might call “Young Adult”. She read history, politics, scientific journals, you name it. We never talked about this kind of stuff with the BTC of course. But in private, Sam was fucking DRIVEN. On the outside, she looked like any other big-titted blonde bombshell and you’d instantly assume she was a sexy body destined to become some rich brain surgeon’s arm candy, not the actual brain surgeon herself. I mean, I knew she was smart, because half the time the rest of us were asking HER questions for help on our homework. But she blew me away with her knowledge on a wide range of topics far beyond your ordinary high school senior. Seriously, for years my idea of a good time on a Saturday afternoon was to zone out in front of a TV screen for four hours. Sam would spend that same afternoon reading the Wall Street Journal. Her brain just never seemed to turn off.

Between visits with the BTC girls, I’d hang out at Alice’s place to play video games and chat. She also came over to my place once as well. Sometimes she asked about the other girls. Most times she didn’t. I told her during that second visit that she should really call Naimh. As it turned out, she did call Naimh on Christmas Day, and they had a nice long chat. And they started visiting each other the following week as well, although never at the same time as me.

Speaking of Christmas, my family and Belle’s had a low-key affair, much like Thanksgiving. We all shared presents, had a nice conversation, and went our separate ways.

Belle still didn’t want to tell her dad about us, but I was busy enough servicing all 5 girls during the day that adding Belle to my overnights would probably have killed me.

But oh what a way to go.

So like I said: time flies when you’re having fun. And I was having a LOT of fun.

And then came Thursday.

****

The doorbell rang at 12:59pm, and I greeted, “Hey, Alice. How’s it hanging?” I held my fist out for a bump.

“You’re looking chipper today,” she said without preamble while bumping my fist. “Did you NOT have a morning appointment today?”

“I did; no biggie. My endurance must be getting better from all these workouts.”

“‘Workouts’,” Alice scoffed with an eye roll. “I’d ask who, but then I don’t really wanna know. Do I smell pizza?”

“You hungry?” I asked. “It’s not short ribs, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

“You kidding me? I’ve had nothing but Korean food for almost two weeks straight now. Except for Christmas: then we had Chinese food.”

“Box is in the kitchen,” I told her. “I’m gonna go fire up GT2.” Belle had gotten me the game for Christmas and Alice and I had played it exclusively ever since.

“Actually, I had something else in mind,” she muttered a little mysteriously before biting her lip, frowning, and waving me off. “You know what, nevermind. Start the game. Lemme just get a few slices first.”

I looked confused for a second before deciding to just go with it, so I shrugged and went into the family room. While the video game console was restricted to Alice’s bedroom at her house, Mother didn’t care if I played on the big plasma TV. It was the chief reason Alice had started coming over to my place to hang out instead of having me come to hers.

She nuked her slices before joining me and watching me start. Clearly, she must’ve eaten lunch and wasn’t that hungry since she spent more time telling me what to do than finishing her two slices. She just sort of gnawed on them a bit to get the pizza flavor in her mouth but ultimately didn’t even finish the second slice. Instead, she grabbed a controller and we raced around various tracks for more than an hour. But eventually it was time to take a break and we got up to get some water.

Alice was pretty pumped up. She’d beaten me the last three races in a row, and was practically bouncing from foot to foot as we stood in the kitchen getting drinks. I told her, “You’re going DOWN now.”

Something dangerous flashed in Alice’s eyes. “Is that a sex joke?”

I jerked my head back, caught off-guard. “Um, what?”

“‘Going down’ on you? Kind of an obvious euphemism. You must have sex on the brain.”

“I never said ‘going down on me’. I just said you’re ‘going down’… Like… racing.” I chuckled. “Sounds like YOU’VE got sex on the brain.”

I was prepared for a lot of responses. I figured she might shove me in the upper arm and call me a jerk. Or maybe she’d roll her eyes and silently give me a dismissive wave. I did NOT expect her to say, “Yeah, well maybe I do have sex on the brain, and it’s been pretty fucking annoying not having you help me get off for the last month.”

My jaw dropped in shock and I actually spilled some water down my chin. Sputtering, I wiped it up with my sleeve while gawking at her goggle-eyed. “Umm… run that by me again?”

“Nevermind. Not important.” She waved me off and started walking away, calling over her shoulder, “Be right back.”

I frowned, wondering where she was going for like a second before returning to my glass of water. Actually, I felt like a Coke and went to the fridge to get a can, cracked it open, and headed back into the family room to re-start GT2.

But Alice returned holding a VHS video in her hands. I immediately recognized The Little Mermaid cover and started panicking inside. I knew which movie was inside that plastic case, and knew that it was NOT The Little Mermaid. It was a cheesy porno called Cum-Drenched Wet Fucking 5. “Uh, where’d you get that?” I asked, trying and failing to keep the nervousness out of my voice.

She shrugged. “Your room.”

“Ahhh, I mean…” I hemmed and hawed. “I’m not really in the mood for a Disney princess movie. If you wanna watch a movie, I’m sure there’s something better we could pick.”

“Relax.” Alice grinned rather smugly at me as she tapped the cassette with her free hand. “I know this isn’t The Little Mermaid.”

My eyes got big. “H-how?”

“Belle found it ages ago,” Alice replied with a dismissive shrug. She handed me the tape and said, “Put it in.”

I took the VHS tape while she smirked at me, and she immediately started putting her long, dark hair into a ponytail. Dumbfounded, I did as instructed, kneeling in front of the TV console and feeding the tape into the VCR we had stacked directly beneath the DVD player.

Grabbing both the TV remote and the VCR remote, I got the input switched over from the PlayStation. When I turned back around, I immediately dropped both remotes at the sight of Alice with her track pants and panties down around her ankles, in the process of stepping out of them. My jaw joined the remotes on the floor a second later.

The tape resumed playing in the exact same spot where I’d last left it, during one of the (ahem) good scenes. The girl was riding her man reverse cowgirl, fake tits bouncing wildly as she impaled herself again and again on his large phallus. The guy feverishly groped the girl's enormous gravity-defying breasts as she urged him on. Alice was now completely bottomless as she reclined on my couch, fingers already rubbing her crotch as she drawled, “That’s a lot of tracking lines. You must’ve watched this movie a LOT.”

I blushed pink and gawked at my old friend, completely ignoring the movie. Alice got into it right away and seemed to be on a really short fuse because she was already humping her hand quite urgently and writhing on the couch chasing an orgasm. In less than two minutes she shuddered and squealed a small climax, her strained voice half-remembered from the number of times I’d been the one to make her go off.

Breathing heavily as she came down from her peak, she sighed and muttered contentedly, “Damn I needed that.”

I blinked, still kneeling in front of the TV console. “Apparently.”

She frowned at me and thumped the seat cushion beside her. “What are you doing over there? Sit down and take your pants off. This is going to be really weird if I’m the only one masturbating.”

“Uhhh, I guess…” Standing up, I dropped my sweatpants and boxers, stepped out of them, and almost gingerly walked over to join her on the couch. My cock was rock hard from watching her (I still hadn’t even glanced back at the movie), and it jutted out from my crotch at a steep angle while I now tried to fix my gaze on the screen. A handsome stud with a six-pack, the same guy from the first scene, walked on screen and robotically announced to nobody in particular, "Oh crap I am late," and ran out the door.

Alice, still lightly rubbing herself, glanced over at me and drawled, “You’re not gonna beat off? What, have you forgotten how? Now that the BTC is taking care of all your needs?”

Embarrassed to NOT be masturbating (seriously, who would have ever thought THAT?), I wrapped my hand around my schlong and started slowly stroking. There wasn’t much to inspire me at the moment; the characters were standing around talking in the lead up to the next sex scene.

While continuing to masturbate with her gaze fixed on the screen, Alice sighed and started talking. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I had a good orgasm? Before your tongue became my E-ticket ride, I used to watch porn at Neevie’s house, or sometimes Sam’s. But I don’t think either of them would be much interested in a girls’ jilling off session at the moment. Now? You’ve met my Korean Baptist mom. If I stay up late enough at night, I can watch the scrambled Skinemax channel on mute and can’t even let out an orgasmic squeak while praying I don’t get caught. And I rarely get more than the occasional distorted tit at that.”

“Uh, sorry about that,” I muttered, feeling I should say something sympathetic. At the same time, I now had the image of Naimh and Alice masturbating side by side in Neevie’s bedroom, and belatedly realized I was stroking my dick a little faster and a little harder.

On the TV, Mr. Handsome Six-Pack leaned down and began softly licking the girl’s pussy. Alice sighed blissfully, “Okay, back to the good stuff.” She bit her lip cutely and started rubbing harder.

“Mmm-hmm,” I grunted, my eyes entirely on her. I’d already seen the movie a bunch of times anyway.

Feeling my gaze, Alice glanced over at me and shook her head wryly. “Face. TV. Now.” Her voice brooked no dissent.

I obeyed and turned to face forward.

Shaking her head, Alice scoffed, “Fuck, this acting is ridiculous. And are you really turned on by those floatation devices bolted onto her chest?”

“I like big tits and I cannot lie,” I replied to the tune of Baby Got Back.

Alice glanced down at her own chest. She wore a rock band t-shirt, a baggy thing that obscured what I knew to be an athletically trim body underneath, and she sighed regretfully. “I understand that guys like them, but they’re just always in the way. I fucking stopped playing on the volleyball team because they hurt too much. How many times have I complained about having big tits?”

“A million times, give or take,” I replied immediately. My memory superimposed what Alice would look like completely naked, as if her t-shirt had simply disappeared, but I shook that thought from my head immediately. “Maybe a million and a half. But we’ll always be friends, even if you do happen to have boobs.”

Alice chuckled and immediately reached over with her free hand to give me a fist bump. I bumped her, and she asked, “Always be friends, even if we’re masturbating side-by-side to a shitty porno?”

“Always,” I replied confidently with a nod.

We fist bumped again, and actually turned to look at the movie for a bit, starting to feel more comfortable about what we were doing. Despite the fact that both of us were bare butt naked below the waist, it felt like we were finally slipping back into the old buddy camaraderie we’d shared since seventh grade, and I started to believe we could put the past several weeks’ estrangement behind us. Alice focused on her rubbing, I focused on my stroking, and together, we watched the Mr. Six-Pack eat out Miss Fake-Tits until she let out an overly-dramatic moan and cried out how amazing it felt for him to eat her out.

Now it was his turn, and Mr. Six-Pack sat in a chair while Miss Fake-Tits knelt in front of him and started taking his pants off. Alice’s breathing was shallow and rapid, but like I said, I’d already seen the movie a bunch of times. And my gaze drifted over to Alice again.

She didn’t reprimand me this time though. Her fingers were working her clit, and she muttered while staring at Miss Fake-Tits lowering her mouth around the Mr. Six-Pack’s cock, “I think you might actually be bigger than the porn star.”

“Uh, thanks,” I replied, unsure how else to reply to the compliment.

“How many blowjobs do you think you’ve had in the last couple of months? A few dozen? A few hundred?”

“What?”

“I’m serious. How many?”

“Uh, I have no idea. To be honest, Belle got me past a few dozen in the first two weeks before telling the rest of you. After that, it would’ve been pointless to try counting.”

“That many, huh?”

“Uhhh, well…” I stammered.

“Who’s the best?”

“What?”

“At giving blowjobs. I mean, I know Mari seems to have no gag reflex. Neevie said she was the Blowjob Queen of the BTC.”

I chuckled and nodded. “She’s quite proud of it, actually.”

“Bet you have her mouth around your dick as often as possible.”

I shrugged. “Not THAT often. I mean, Belle still has more alone time with me than anyone else, so in terms of pure number she’s still way up there. It’s like ‘Matty’s Cumslut’ doesn’t want to go to sleep without a belly full of jizz. She’s like a bloodhound and will go after anyone’s creampie at this point. Mari even let her suck one out.”

“No shit. Mari? It’s always the shy ones that turn out to be the kinkiest, huh?”

“I dunno about kinkiest, but she’s definitely opening my eyes to a whole new side of her.”

“How ‘bout Sam? She ever pull off the deep-throat she was so desperate to finish?”

“Uh, yeah actually. Said she did a lot of practicing on her toys at home to prep herself. Although to be honest, the whole deep-throat thing is a much bigger deal to her than it is to me. My favorite part is the way she looks up at me with her seductive eyes, almost as if asking for my approval.”

“Neevie?”

I popped my eyebrows. “Wow, where to begin? You ask about a ‘best’, and for me at least, it’s her. Girl has a wicked tongue. She doesn’t try to deep-throat me as often as Mari or Sam, although she CAN do it. She’s just so good at doing everything, it… it just blows my mind.”

“She’s not blowing your mind.”

“Yes, she is,” I contradicted with a chuckle, “WHILE she’s blowing my dick.”

Alice laughed. “And Zofi?”

“Zofi is…” My voice trailed off as I furrowed my eyebrows and concentrated. “To be honest, the biggest high is just that it’s ZOFI. She’s not experienced and she’s not like a natural-born cocksucker. She doesn’t seem all that interested in sucking ANY cocks at all, really, and the fact that she chooses to suck MINE just feels… special.”

“I can tell. You’re stroking yourself pretty good there now just thinking about it.”

I blinked in surprise and realized that yes, I was jacking my shaft with some serious urgency now. Alice was rubbing herself pretty aggressively too, her eyes unfocused enough that I thought she might be imagining the BTC girls giving me blowjobs one after the other instead of watching the TV, even if her face was still pointed in that direction. And I replied quietly, “So are you.”

She nodded and mumbled, “I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

On screen, Mr. Six-Pack had bent Miss Fake-Tits over his desk and entered her from behind, building speed until his pelvis was slapping against her ass with each hard thrust. I saw this in the corner of my eye, my focus on Alice’s enraptured face and the mounting ecstasy written across her lovely features. Even though she was a self-proclaimed tomboy who mostly eschewed makeup, she really was beautiful. As she whimpered quietly but in perfect sync with the porn star actress’s overly-dramatic moans, I could tell she was getting really close to cumming. And I found myself timing my strokes to match the frantic sloshing sounds coming from her hand to better fantasize I was the one about to bring her to orgasm.

We sat on side-by-side cushions. I was close enough that I could’ve reached out and shoved a finger inside her, or taken over rubbing her clit, or started palming her breast, or grabbed her head so I could mash our lips together and suck her tongue into my mouth. All of those things were infinitely more appealing to me than watching a really cheesy porn video, but I knew better than to actually do any of those things. In a way, it was just like being back in the old days. I accepted whatever the girl was comfortable with and didn’t stray one millimeter beyond her boundaries.

But even more to the point, this was ALICE. She’d been my best friend since seventh grade, and I’d missed her companionship far more than I’d missed her body. In hindsight, I realized that from the moment I became the BTC’s collective boyfriend and the lines of physical intimacy started getting crossed, my relationships with all of the other girls had steadily deepened at the expense of my friendship with Alice. Instead of spending my time hanging out with my fist-bumping female “bro”, I’d started spending my time suckling boobs and getting as many ejaculations as I could. Not that an 18-year-old boy should necessarily be blamed for this shift in priorities, but recognizing how much I’d missed her would be the first step in making things right.

I wasn’t going to stop having sex with the BTC girls; let’s make that clear. But between Alice and me, if the sex stuff had been getting in the way of our friendship, then it was the sex stuff that would have to go, not the friendship. Yeah, the idea of staring at her lustfully while jerking my meat and blowing my load all over my own stomach held some appeal. The idea of cramming my tongue down into her mouth, seizing hold of her hips, and slamming my sausage deep into her virgin snatch held even greater appeal. But I would gladly give up any chance of ever doing that just to have her give me a fist bump and pick up a game controller in the seat next to me.

So with that thought firmly in my mind, I turned to face the TV and let THOSE images fuel my fantasies. Miss Fake-Tits finally convulsed in orgasm, her head thrown back as she closed her eyes and howled her euphoric release, her whole body still jerking back and forth while Mr. Six-Pack pounded her all through her orgasm.

"Ah! Ah! FUCK YEAH!" Alice cried out as she shuddered in ecstasy. She reflexively grabbed my thigh with her free hand and the whole couch started shaking as she went into overdrive on herself. "I’m cumming!" she shouted, "I’m cumming!"

While Alice climaxed with Miss Fake-Tits, I was waiting for the money shot. I was well-familiar with this video, and knew that Mr. Six-Pack would keep hammering that pretty ass for another minute until she came down from her high, and he would then spin her around to press his big dick into the valley of her breasts. Sure enough, Mr. Six Pack pulled out and jammed his fat erection between those big fake tits, using the girl's own juices for lubrication as he pounded away at her cleavage. I pounded away at my own meat, my hand becoming a blur of motion while I anticipated that big cock on screen firing great wads of sperm all over the big-titted babe.

And then all of a sudden, my hand wasn’t on my dick anymore. Alice had knocked it aside when she abruptly dropped her mouth onto my dick, hoovering with incredible suction while her own right hand rapidly pumped the remaining couple of inches. I was already on the verge of cumming, and despite the system shock to my brain, my dick knew what to do. It belched, blasting off within the warm, welcoming confines of Alice’s mouth, detonating little bursts of cum inside her oral cavity which she drank down almost as fast as I could shoot them.

Almost.

She couldn’t quite handle it all, and the very idea of shooting my sperm into my best buddy’s mouth called up reserves of spunk to properly celebrate the occasion. So when she started choking and had to pull off to breathe, my dick went ahead and spat out a few extra spurts that painted Alice’s poor face from forehead to chin.

As soon as I was done, I felt instantly apologetic. After all those afternoons with the girls teasing Alice about my dick going off and getting yucky sperm onto her hand or something, and I’d gone and given her a facial.

“Holy crap, Alice. I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, reaching out to hold her head and making half-reaches toward her cum-streaked face with my fingers as if to help scrape my icky sperm off her skin, but could never quite bring myself to actually do it, so my hand kept retracting back.

But she just laughed, grinned, and scraped a glob of jizz off her eyelid so she could try and look at me with both eyes. “That was so hot,” she panted.

“What?” I asked, confused. There was no way she could’ve meant what I thought she said. Perhaps she really meant that the temperature of my semen was too high for proper skin comfort.

She popped the finger that had scraped off the glob into her mouth and sucked on it. “It’s not bad,” she commented. “I mean, I don’t quite get why Belle is fucking OBSESSED with swallowing every last drop she can get her mouth on, but… it’s not BAD. I mean, I could get used to this.”

She bent back over my lap and started sucking my schlong again.

I stared at my old friend like she’d been replaced by a space alien. And in an absolutely, completely, and utterly dumbfounded voice, I asked…

“Who ARE you?”