BTC: Chapters 55-56 (Posting Version) (Patreon)

-- CHAPTER 55: The Truth --

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“So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?”

No, I didn’t actually say that. I mean, I thought it, especially given how long Mr. Zelazowski and Mrs. Zelazowska continued to stare at me without speaking. The awkward silence dragged on and on, and finally I steeled my spine and decided to take the initiative.

“Respectfully, I care a great deal about your daughter,” I stated evenly. “We have a special relationship, but admittedly it is not an exclusive one.”

Zofi’s mom scowled, Zofi’s dad looked thoughtful, but neither of them immediately responded. Neither did Zofi for that matter, who sat beside me holding my hand. I took a deep breath, squeezed my girlfriend’s hand, and continued.

“I do apologize for deceiving you. It’s not that we wanted to lie to you, but both Zofi and I understand that our relationship is not a conventional one readily accepted by most parents. We did tell you from the beginning that we were pretty casual, and that we might very well end up going to universities across the country from each other. That part turned out to be true, and given the temporary nature of the relationship, it seemed safer to remain silent, enjoy what time we had left, and ultimately part as friends.”

“Is your relationship with this other girl equally casual?” Zofi’s mom asked acidly. “Or is she your true girlfriend and my Zofi your… what is word… Your ‘side piece’?”

“Matka,” Zofi exclaimed, a little scandalized. “Neevie is my friend, you know this.”

“Will she be going to Berkeley with him?”

“Well… yes…” Zofi admitted. “But that’s not the point.”

“Are his feelings for her stronger than his feelings for you? Has your relationship always been a sham? Are you even having sex with him or was that just a lie to cover your sinful cravings for other women?”

“Matka!” Zofi exclaimed again before pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes. “You know full well we’ve been having sex. You’ve done my laundry and seen the cum stains, haven’t you?”

Zofi’s dad muttered something in Polish, squeezed his eyes shut, and rubbed his forehead.

Zofi’s mom continued, “When you share him with Neevie, are you having sex with her as well?”

Zofi’s dad pushed his forehead deeper into his hand.

When Zofi didn’t immediately answer, her mother pressed forward. “Zofia, are you having sex with other girls?”

Zofi squeezed my hand and raised her chin proudly. “Yes, I am bisexual, Mama. Making love with Matty brings me incredible joy, but I enjoy sex with women as well.”

Her mom’s eyes went wide. Perhaps she was so used to Zofi’s denials that to have her daughter just proudly admit it now shocked the hell out of her. Her mouth gaped open and flapped like a fish out of water for a moment, but she quickly found her voice and asked, “Have you been sexing with Sam all this time?”

Zofi sighed and nodded. “Yes, Mama.”

“Sam was here this afternoon when I came home. Did you have sex with her today?”

Zofi’s shoulders sank a little. “Yes, Mama.”

“While Matt was with this other whore?”

“Ohmigawd, she’s not a whore. She’s my friend.”

“Another girlfriend you have sex with? Huh?”

“Matka.”

“You were NOT sharing Matt with Neevie this afternoon. You were alone, in this house, having sex with Sam, yes? For how long have you and Sam been lovers?”

“I’m not getting into that.”

“Are you homosexual?”

Zofi looked away, tears in her eyes as she started shaking her head.

Zofi’s dad chimed in, “I think it is clear she is not homosexual if she is having sex with a man.”

“She is having sex with one man and two women. This is more homosexual than not, no?”

“That is not how it works, Zuzanna,” Zofi’s dad muttered.

Zofi’s mom narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized Zofi. “Who do you love more, Matt or Sam?”

Lips pursed together, Zofi continued shaking her head and avoiding eye contact.

“Threesome I understand,” her mom continued. “Men enjoy watching two women having sex. Your father has watched pornography of this.”

“Zuzanna!” Zofi’s dad suddenly flared his hands out, shocked disbelief on his face.

“But you know I have worried about you for many years,” she continued. “You have always tried to deny me. You tell me for months you have boyfriend but I never see boyfriend. Then you bring Matt home and you make me think everything is okay. But now I find he is not real boyfriend.”

“He IS my real boyfriend,” Zofi protested.

“Do you love him?” her mom repeated.

“YES! I LOVE HIM! I will ALWAYS love him! I wanna have BABIES with him!”

That rocked her mom’s head back. Her dad blinked a few times and started darting his gaze left and right between his wife seated next to him and his daughter across the coffee table.

Her mom suddenly stared at me. “This is true?”

My mouth gaped open for a moment at suddenly being put on the spot after so much back and forth between Zofi and her mom. I’d arrived worried about how to explain having more than one girlfriend, but the conversation had rapidly shifted to Zofi’s sexuality instead. But my inaction lasted only a moment, and I sat up straight to reply steadily, “Yes, it’s true. I mean, she’s still on birth control and we have NOT discussed having babies anytime soon, but yes we have discussed it.”

“Do you love her as well?”

“I do.”

Zofi’s mom stared me down, eyes piercing in their intensity as if she could ferret out a lie through sheer willpower. I held her gaze, confident in the truth, and repeated seriously, “I love Zofi very much.”

My girlfriend squeezed my hand harder.

“We’ve been friends for years,” I continued. “She was my first kiss back during sophomore year.”

That information surprised Zofi’s mom. “Really?”

I nodded. “It’s the truth. Our relationship has grown so much over the years since that first kiss, and she’s an important part of my life.”

“Important enough to raise a family with her?” Her mom furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at Zofi. “Someday you will still give me grandchildren?”

Zofi sat up straight. “Is THAT what this is about? You’re afraid that if I’m lesbian I won’t give you grandchildren?”

“No, no,” her mom denied, but at the same time, I could tell there was some measure of relief in her shoulders that her daughter might someday procreate. “Homosexuality is a sin. This is the problem.”

Zofi sighed and shook her head. “Then I am a homosexual, Mama.”

“What?”

“I love women. I love Sam. She is my friend and she does not love me in the same way I love her, but I love Sam. I love her more than Matty. I’m gay. I’m lesbian. I’m homosexual. This is who I am.”

Shock ran freely across her mom’s face. The older woman gawked at us with a gaping mouth, looking back and forth between her daughter and me. A moment later, she gestured at us vehemently with both hands, barking, “You are NOT homosexual! Homosexual does not have sex with man!”

“This is what -I- said,” Zofi’s dad chimed in.

“I don’t want to marry Matty. I don’t ever want to marry a man, period. And I don’t ever want to have sex with another man besides Matty,” Zofi stated quite seriously. “I’m sorry. I did try to deceive you. In the beginning, I did ask Matty to pretend to be my boyfriend to get you off my back.”

“So he is NOT real boyfriend!”

“He IS,” Zofi insisted. “That was just in the beginning, but our relationship grew into so much more. I do enjoy making love with him because I love HIM. He has been my partner and my friend in discovering who I really AM. And when the time comes, I told him I would ask his help for me to give you those grandchildren you want. But I’m a lesbian, Mama. When I close my eyes and imagine my family, I imagine another woman next to me. When I fantasize about endless physical pleasure, I don’t fantasize about dicks. I fantasize about other girls, about their supple curves and soft, feminine touch. Matty gives me pleasure, but he’s the only boyfriend I will ever have. I love women, and someday I intend to marry one.”

Zofi’s mom closed her eyes and held up a finger. “Get out.”

“Zuzanna!” her dad exclaimed in surprise, and my jaw dropped, but Zofi didn’t make a sound.

Instead, Zofi simply closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if expecting this outcome. If anything, she looked rather relieved. The truth was out there. She didn’t have to hold it inside. She didn’t even have to hide behind a shield of being bisexual, even though at least from my perspective it certainly seemed more accurate than her being a complete lesbian.

But even if she continued to have sex with me, “being lesbian” was how Zofi felt deep inside. To finally have that state of being on the outside obviously meant everything to her, and I reached out with both arms and hugged her fiercely to my chest with her head tucked into the crook of my neck.

“Get out,” her mom repeated, voice cold as ice. “I do not want this sinful… slut… in my house.”

Only then did the tears start. Zofi broke down in quick shudders while I wrapped my arms around her head and glared at Mrs. Zelazowska. “With all due respect, ma’am… You do NOT get to call your daughter a slut.”

“It is none of your business!” she shot back.

“She’s the future mother of my children, which absolutely makes Zofi’s happiness my business.”

“What is this fairy tale you speak? If she is lesbian, then you do not have real relationship. If she wants children, would you marry her? Would she be your one and only?”

I sighed. “No, I wouldn’t marry her.”

“A-HA!” She shook her fist in my face.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately, not least because it’s clear that I have such strong feelings for more than one young woman. But one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I love your daughter.” I squeezed Zofi tighter in my arms. “This beautiful creature… this beautiful soul… shared an incredibly important piece of herself with me. The very first time we ever made love, as I held her in my arms she trusted me to be the very first person she ever came out to. And when she asked me to father her children someday, the thought of her returning to me and assuming such a permanent role in my life was more than I could have ever hoped for.”

I turned and looked over at Zofi’s dad for a moment, explaining somewhat regretfully, “But while Zofi would make a loving, selfless companion, she could never give me the all-consuming love that I believe we both deserve. She loves women. That’s deep in her heart. So the answer is no, I wouldn’t marry her. I wouldn’t claim her as my own. She deserves better than me, and frankly, I deserve better than her. Not because either of us is unworthy, and certainly not for lack of love. But we both deserve a partner who loves us fully. I owe it to her, I owe it to myself, and I owe it to our unborn children to help her build the happiest, most loving family she’s capable of. And for that… she needs another woman.”

“This is lesbian! This is sin!”

“This is who she is!” I insisted. “This is your daughter!”

“She is NOT my daughter anymore!”

“Zuzanna…” her husband tried to say calmly.

“MATKA!” Zofi exclaimed before breaking into sobs again, adding much more quietly. “Mama…”

“GET! OUT!” Her mom’s voice was much louder now.

“Please be reasonable,” I began.

“GET! OOOOUUUUTTTT!!!”

After closing my eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, I nodded my acquiescence and helped Zofi stand up. She sobbed and clutched me close. Zofi’s dad stood with me, and Zofi’s mom barked something in rapid Polish. But he snapped something back and walked with us to the front door.

“I will talk with her,” he promised in the hallway.

“Thank you,” I replied with a nod.

“Please believe… the problem is not you, Zofi. She loves you. The problem is deep inside her… My, oh, my…” He paused to rub his forehead and sighed. “I have let it stay bottled up inside for too long.”

Zofi wasn’t listening. She just kept crying and clutching me.

But Zofi’s dad reached out and stopped our forward progress for a moment by taking her arm. When she turned her head and looked at him with bleary eyes, he bent forward and kissed her forehead. And finally he stated seriously, “I will make this right.”

Zofi started crying again and didn’t verbally respond. But she reached out with her hand and squeezed his forearm.

He turned his attention to me, ordering, “Take care of her.”

“Of course. I promise.”

He gave me a short, appreciative nod. And then he turned and walked away.

****

It was a late Saturday afternoon and my family room was once again filled with girls. But sex was the absolute LAST thing on our minds, the entire BTC instead focused on rallying around one of their own.

Sam was supposed to spend the weekend at her parents’ house, but had been waiting at my place for us to return. I also called Naimh, who of course would want to know what had happened after I got dressed and left her to head over to Zofi’s house. She said she’d call Alice and Holly, and I called Belle who called Mari, and within thirty minutes all seven girls had assembled at my place.

First off, Zofi would be spending the night with Sam in Sam’s bedroom, meaning the one here in my house and not at Sam’s parents’ house. Zofi’s dad had promised to talk to his wife, so the hope was that this would not be the kind of lengthy stay that Sam had just gone through. Still, if this threatened to last into next week, the girls planned to make a run to Zofi’s house to pack up some of her belongings.

After that, the rest of the conversation turned to Zofi’s formal admission of being a lesbian. Zofi realized that while she’d privately told a few of us that she was gay, “I never actually announced it to the whole group.”

“Uh, we knew,” Naimh chided with a smile.

“And you did announce it at Prom,” Mari chimed in. “You told Antonio you were proud of being a lesbian.”

“I did?” Zofi looked confused.

Holly laughed. “Yes, you did.”

After that, everyone went out of their way to support Zofi and let her know the admission didn’t change a thing about their friendships. Well, Holly teased that since she didn’t seem to have much of a shot at becoming my favorite, maybe she should change her aim and focus on becoming Zofi’s favorite instead.

At least I think Holly was only teasing.

But after that, the balance of the conversation turned into a different matter entirely.

“Zofi’s parents know you’re dating more than one of us now,” Mari wondered aloud. “How much time until the rest find out?”

Naimh looked over at Sam. “Are Zofi’s parents close with yours? I mean, you two have been friends forever. Would Zofi’s mam call your mam?”

Sam shrugged. “Mum knows Matty and I aren’t exclusive. Rachael tried to tease me that she’d blackmail me with the information, but I’ve been open with Mum the whole time. If Zofi’s mum calls her, she’ll be like, ‘Yeah, I know.’”

I made a face. “Zofi’s mom doesn’t know I’m with Sam, though. She thinks I’m just double-dating Zofi and Neevie.”

“Ah, shite,” Naimh swore. She stood up and paced away, muttering half to herself, “She’s gonna call me mam. Don' know why tha’ dinna ‘cur me ‘fore.”

Mari looked over at Zofi. “Do your parents have everyone’s phone numbers?”

Zofi frowned. “I know for sure they have Sam’s and Neevie’s. I don’t know if they have the rest.”

“Does it really matter?” I sat up straight. “We have to start with the assumption all your parents are going to find out. We probably should’ve planned for this eventuality from the beginning.”

“My mom won’t care at least,” Alice chimed in. “Well, she’ll care, but I made clear to her Matty and I are just fucking, not dating.”

“My parents won’t care either,” Holly added. “They got their own shit to worry about.”

“My dad already knows everything,” Belle confirmed. “I told him the group was sharing him. Really, it’s just Neevie’s parents and Mari’s parents we gotta worry about.”

“My dad hates him already,” Naimh observed. “This won’t make him hate Matty more. Actually, he might even like it.”

“Like it?” Belle looked confused.

Naimh laughed. “Well, if Matty’s dating seven of us, then he’s less of a threat to steal Daddy’s baby bird forever, right?”

“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” Sam drawled.

“What about your parents?” Belle set her hand on Mari’s knee.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know they like Matty, enough to have agreed to the Mari Monday Nights thing. I think my mom is finally wrapping her head around the idea of me going to Caltech and becoming an independent woman instead of marrying young and popping out babies. Not sure what she’s gonna think of this. I mean, I’ve heard her cursing about the unfaithful cholos my cousins have dated. It’s not like Matty is cheating on me but… my parents might not see it that way.”

“Maybe we should go talk to them tomorrow and come clean,” I suggested. “Better they find out from us than from other parents.”

Mari looked glum. “What if they forbid me from ever seeing you again?”

I blinked and looked upstairs. “Well, worst thing they could do is kick you out, right? I apparently have lots of room in the house. And it’s only for a few more months.”

Mari chuckled.

“Maybe your parents, too,” I told Naimh. “I’d rather tell your dad myself than have him find out from anyone else.”

“Maybe come over for dinner tonight?” she suggested. “Even if Zofi’s mam has called them by now, at least they won’t think you ran and hid.”

I nodded and took a deep breath, mentally bracing myself for seeing Naimh’s parents again.

“Are we really doing this?” Sam asked. “Coming out and admitting to all our parents that we’re all hooking up with the same guy? I mean, it’s one thing for me to tell my mum that Matty and I aren’t exclusive. It’s quite another thing to tell her he’s fucking ALL of us.”

“At least your dad won’t think I’m gay anymore.”

Sam snorted at that.

One-by-one, I met each of my girlfriends in the eye. Even the ones whose parents already knew or wouldn’t care like Belle, Alice, and Holly realized this could potentially be a game changer for all of us. But one-by-one, each of them gave me an affirmative nod.

Sam and I met each other’s eyes, and together we nodded. And with one last deep breath, I measured everyone and said, “Okay let’s do this.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed, and then she smiled rather broadly. Looking around the whole group, she perked up and said, “I have an idea.”

****

In the evening, I stood in front of the toilet brushing my teeth. Two minutes later, Belle and I moved around each other with practiced ease, me going to rinse my mouth while she stepped to the side rubbing on facewash. When I was done rinsing, I wordlessly stepped aside while she cleaned off her face. And when we both had finished, we climbed into bed together and Belle lay her head on my chest while cuddling herself around me in a firm hug.

I glanced down at my cuddle partner and found her looking up at me invitingly with her pale-green eyes. I took that invitation and bent down to kiss her. She reached her hands up to hold my head, elevating herself a little higher while increasing the pressure of her lips. Eventually she wound up straddling me, her tongue darting into my mouth over and again like an osprey hunting for fish. And when she felt my cock harden up beneath her perky little ass, she pulled back far enough to whip her nightie over her head and bare her perky firm titties to my hungry gaze.

Two minutes later, Belle’s eyelids fluttered as she sank her super-tight pussy down around my upright pole. My forever ‘little sister’ and I moved upon each other with practiced ease, wordlessly undulating and writhing together in a familiar rhythm. She planted her hands on my shoulders, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth as she roughly rode up and down upon my cock, masturbating herself with my heated organic dildo until she cried out her first climax. I didn’t mind being used, absorbed as I was in suckling on her cherry nipples and running my fingertips back and forth through the cleft of her ass.

After that, it was my turn, and I rolled us over so I could thrust away from on top. “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Belle groaned every time my cockhead hit that little bump at the end, setting off little sparkles in her brain. “You’re such a perfect fit.”

“So you keep telling me,” I grunted without letting my pace abate, keeping the rhythm and concentrating on hitting 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!”

My pint-sized pixie dug her fingernails into my shoulders as she shuddered and spasmed from the force of her orgasm. Her chest thrust into my belly as her back arched, her cunt clamping down so tight around my cock that I had to hold myself still within her vise-grip, enduring the way her milkmaid muscles went crazy around me. She writhed and wriggled, so adorably cute in the way she came. I grinned to see the ecstasy on her face, ecstasy caused by me. And when she finally went slack beneath me and let her arms flop out to the sides, I bent down to kiss the top of her head.

“In or out?”

With a grin, she crooned, “Out.”

I nodded, put my forehead down on the pillow, and concentrated on piledriving my dick through Belle’s ultra-snug snatch. She wrapped all four limbs around me, holding on for dear life while I gave her a royal pounding. It had taken this long to stretch her out wide enough to let me really ram her, and now I enjoyed every second of sliding through her sweetly snug pussy chute specially-designed for my stiff schlong. It was my turn to masturbate myself with my lover’s little body, but still she moaned and screeched with ecstatic pleasure of her own until she actually beat me to orgasm by cumming again.

This time though, her super-tight twat didn’t quite clamp down enough to stop me from moving. I could still keep pumping, plundering her pleasant pussy while reveling in the incredible friction. She howled in my ear, “Fuuuuck, Matty! Fuuuuck!”

And I howled right back, “ARRRRRRGHHHHH!!!” as I felt my balls uncoil and prepare themselves to explode. She was still cumming when I yanked my dick out and took a big step forward. Her mouth gaped open in a scream that I abruptly cut off when I crammed my cockhead between her lips. Her eyes popped open wide when the first jet of semen splattered against the roof of her mouth, but she grabbed onto my ass and pulled me forward, Matty’s Little Cumslut coming alive at the taste of my sperm. And she moaned in rapturous ecstasy while drinking down every last drop.

“Holy crap, B…” I groaned, grinning at the sight of such a cute little creature nursing at my prick as if my jizz really was most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. “You’re such a good little cumslut.”

My Baby Belle’s eyes twinkled as she slurped out the dregs, and only when she couldn’t get anything left did she finally back her head away and let me turn to flop down beside her.

I was still catching my breath when she crawled back onto my chest. Except for the fact that we were now naked and she was daintily licking her lips up for remnants of cum, we were back in our original positions from before we’d started fucking.

“Feel better now?” she asked brightly.

“Much.”

“I can tell. You’re far less tense than you were when we first crawled into bed.”

I frowned. “I wasn’t THAT tense.”

She rubbed my pectorals. “These don’t lie. Your muscles are still a little firmed up right now from the exertion of fucking, but they were even stiffer before this and you’d barely done anything more than brush your teeth.”

I sighed. “I guess I’m still not a hundred percent sure how this is all gonna shake out.”

“If tonight was any indication, it’ll shake out just fine.”

I blinked. “You and I have different definitions of ‘just fine’. Tonight went the way it went because all eight of us showed up at once. Neevie’s dad didn’t know what hit him and he had no way of processing the sight of all that… boobage.”

“Boobage?” Belle laughed.

“Too much boobage for one man to handle,” I remarked.

Belle rubbed my belly. “Not too much for THIS man to handle.”

“Too much boobage for even ME to properly handle. I’m barely getting by as it is.”

“Poor Matty. Having to service seven hot and horny babes trying to maximize what little time they have left. In a few more months, it’ll just be you, me, Sam, and Neevie. You think managing two girlfriends and a ‘little sister’ will be an easier amount of boobage to handle?”

“Can’t be any worse.”

“Don’t jinx yourself.” Belle laughed. “But back to tonight, you really don’t think things are going to work out just fine?”

I sighed. “Like I said: All eight of us overwhelmed Neevie’s dad. He was all geared up to blow his lid when he first saw me--”

“I still can’t believe Zofi’s mom actually called Neevie’s parents to tattle,” Belle interjected.

“Well both Neevie and Zofi thought that was likely, so it wasn’t a complete surprise. The point is: he was ready to blow his lid but then kept his temper in check in front of all of you. That won’t be the case the next time he sees me and Neevie alone.”

Belle shrugged. “So never go see him alone. You may never have to go over to her house for dinner again, so if the only times he sees you is in public – like at graduation – having other people around will keep his temper in check.”

“I suppose. But he still hates me.”

“He hated you before and he hates you now. That’s a net neutral.”

“But Mari’s parents actually like me.” I screwed up my face. “I’m not sure if Sam’s little idea is the best approach for tomorrow.”

“They’re gonna have to get used to the idea that you’re not exclusive to their little girl.”

“Maybe. But showing up with all seven girls seems more… overwhelming. Too much boobage. It may have worked for defusing Neevie’s dad, but I don’t think that’s the right approach for Mari’s parents.”

“Are you suggesting maybe it would be better if it was just you and Mari?”

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I was thinking it might be best if you came with us, but just you. Her parents know you and Mari are best friends, and there’s a certain logic in the two of you sharing me. We can lead with that and see how they take it before expanding our admission to the whole club.”

“I suppose that makes sense.”

I nodded. “I’ll talk it over with both Sam and Mari tomorrow.”

Belle nodded, and she reached up to caress my cheek. But just before her hand touched my skin, she abruptly burped a loud [BRAAAP!]. It even smelled like cum.

Pale-green eyes big, Belle blushed and covered her mouth. A moment later, she exhaled onto her palm and sniffed it. With a smirk, she started sliding off the couch and drawled, “I think I’m gonna go brush my teeth again.”

****

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She gagged a little and briefly pulled her head off. Continuing to pump her left hand up and down the length of my shaft, she took a deep breath and accepted my mushroom head back between her lips, kissing it and licking the sensitive underside instead of trying to bob her head back and forth.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark brunette head in my lap. Zofi looked up at me, her brilliant blue eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I’d awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with her left hand.

“Well THIS is a nice surprise,” I murmured quietly, glancing to my left to check on Belle. My little pixie was still asleep, hugging my left arm like it was her teddy bear, so I couldn’t really move.

Zofi grinned and took another long popsicle lick at my schlong. She pulled off briefly to say, “Sam warned me you tend to buck upwards when you wake up like that. I almost choked, but I think if I practice that a few more times I’ll get it down.”

I blinked a few times and murmured, “Happy to let you practice whenever you want.”

“Me, not so much. But I think once you’re living with thosethree… I mean, I wonder sometimes if Sam won’t start slipping you her special pills every day.”

Despite the two of us keeping our voices down, Belle took a deep breath in and started to stir. Perhaps my left arm had shifted too much, or she realized my chest was no longer pressed snuggly against her back. Whatever the reason, while Zofi and I both went dead silent waiting to see if she’d fall still once more, Belle wound up rolling back and blinking slowly as she realized we weren’t alone in my bedroom.

“Mmm, morning, Zofi,” Belle greeted sleepily before her eyes dropped down to my erection still in the brunette’s left hand. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m just gonna snuggle up here a bit more while you blow him.”

Zofi grinned, shrugged, and bent her head back down. Meanwhile, Belle indeed snuggled herself up against my left side, this time pillowing her head on my chest.

But Belle didn’t try to go back to sleep. Instead, she just sort of lazily ran her hand all along my chest and sighed happily while cuddling herself against my warmth. Zofi continued sucking my dick for about a minute longer before sitting up and stripping off her borrowed nightie. The outfit had been designed to accommodate Sam’s massive bosom and came off easily. Then Zofi slithered out of her panties and climbed aboard.

The lissome brunette cooed happily while sinking her sweet snatch around my schlong. She bent over to kiss me, our tongues meeting in a ballet of passion, and after a minute or so, she pulled back to say, “This is rather convenient. Maybe my mom kicking me out of the house will turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. Certainly worked for Sam.”

Her tone was light, but there was an underlying tension that belied Zofi’s words. I stroked her cheek and said, “I’m happy to enjoy this morning, but I sincerely hope we get you back home by tonight.”

Zofi gave me a wan smile and shrugged, perhaps convincing herself she’d be fine either way. “Well like you said: let’s enjoy this morning.” And then she kissed me again.

Belle started to really wake up while Zofi went for a ride, and she rolled back to divest herself of her nightie and panties as well. I reached up to play with Zofi’s tits and thumb her nipples, but when Belle returned to us she moved my left hand out of the way, cupped Zofi’s breast with both of her palms, and moved in to suckle on a nipple. The willowy brunette moaned and cradled Belle’s head to her bosom while squeezing her inner muscles around my shaft. Belle then switched over to service the other boob. And finally, the strawberry-blonde pixie nibbled her way up Zofi’s chest, held her friend’s head behind both ears, and they came together for a sweetly passionate kiss.

A minute later, though, Belle threw one leg over my face and scooted back before lowering her succulent snatch down onto my waiting tongue. She was facing away from me and waggling her perfect little peach of an ass in my face. I grinned, grabbed onto her thighs, and proceeded to give her a tongue lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

I couldn’t see a thing in this position, but I listened to the moans and wet smacking sounds of the girls making love to each other. I thought about what Zofi had told her mom about not fantasizing about dicks, and for a brief moment I felt guilty for all the times we’d had sex withoutanother girl around, as if each of those occasions was solely for my benefit. Then again, I reassured myself with her comment about finding the situation convenient while choosing to mount herself on my dick, so I knew she had to feel something pleasurable with me at least.

Still, I figured the way Zofi aggressively fucked herself on my upright fuckstick had quite a lot to do with Belle’s supple curves and soft, feminine touch. I could hear her moan into Belle’s mouth between kisses, and when I reached my hands higher to play with Belle’s tits, I found Zofi’s hands had beaten me there. And in the end, Zofi squealed her climax first.

After that, Belle wanted to go for a ride as well. Zofi dismounted and Belle took her place, my impish pixie groaning gutturally while she immersed my thick prick into her tight twat. Entry was super-snug, as always, but we were practiced enough at this that she was able to stretch and accommodate my thickness with relative ease.

But Zofi didn’t come sit on my face, choosing instead to straddle my legs just behind Belle and continue their wet kisses while reaching around to fondle the diminutive girl’s undulating body and rub her little clit. And together we worked to bring the strawberry-blonde pixie off.

It didn’t take long. Within two minutes, Belle’s eyes were clenched shut and her head thrown back while Zofi sucked on her neck like a vampire, right hand squeezing a firm titty and left hand going crazy in Belle’s crotch. I held my Annabelle’s hips in my hands, pumping rapidly, and soon my pixie started whining, “Ohmigawd… Ohmigawd… So good you guys… I’m gonna… Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii!”

Belle’s tightness clamped down on me, arresting further insertion. I gasped and clenched my Kegels to keep from cumming, riding out the waves. While I was sure neither girl would’ve minded had I given Belle an internal combustion and therefore provided them good reason to snowball a creampie, I wanted to hold off and save it for Zofi.

Not that Matty’s Little Cumslut would mind slurping her creampie out of Zofi’s cunt instead of getting it snowballed. Win-win either way.

With the idea of finishing inside of Zofi while she crooned for me to imagine fertilizing her unprotected womb, I sat up and encouraged Zofi to come lie down next to me. But she smiled and shook her head in the negative, instead planting herself on all fours, pulling all of her long dark hair over to one side of her head, and looking back at me in the other direction while waggling her naked ass invitingly. “Come push inside me from behind, lover.”

Not one to question my good fortune, I lifted Belle’s worn body off me and stood at the foot of the bed. Zofi scooted back for me and went still as I grasped her hips and centered my cock. And then she cooed rapturously while I swiftly buried myself within her velvet loveliness. The exquisite brunette gasped at the speed of my entrance, and she looked back over her shoulder at me before murmuring, “I want you to fuck me, Matty. Hard.”

I blinked and gave her a look of surprise. Lovemaking with Zofi was usually soft and tender. A morning like this one, with her facing an uncertain parental situation, made me want to protect her even more. “Are you sure?” I asked, hesitating.

“I want you to pound me like you do to Neevie. Hurtme.”

I blinked a few more times, and all of a sudden, that building urge to cum had completely vanished. “Um, I’m not really sure I can do that.”

“Matty, please?”

I couldn’t do it. It didn’t make sense to me. Not my Zofi. I mean, I’d fucked her pretty hard before, especially once I got really revved up. But we’d built up slowly to that, naturally, as our passion swelled and ejaculation became imminent. The morning after I took her virginity she asked to feel me hammering the hell out of her just to know what it felt like, and I’d been happy to comply. And yet…

“I could never hurt you, mój skarbie,” I finally said.

She didn’t look disappointed. If anything, she seemed quite happy with my response, as if I’d confirmed something she’d already known all along. With that, she bent her head down, swayed forward until only my cockhead remained within her tightness, and then rapidly rammed herself back at me.

I groaned and squeezed her hips a little tighter.

And then she did it again.

And again.

And again.

Zofi fucked ME this morning. I mean, the more I got into it, the more I started thrusting forward to meet her. But the bulk of the power came from her, hammering herself back at me over and over again as she bunched up the bedsheets and poured her energy into it.

“Holy crap, Zofi…” I groaned. “So good… you feel so fucking good.”

“Like that?” she crooned. “Like my tight, wet, lesbian pussy wrapped around your dick? Feel me fucking you. Feel me pleasuring you. I love you so much. Now take me. TAKE me, darling! Fuck me! Yes, that’s it! Fuck me! Harder! HARDER! HARDER!”

“Holy shit, Zofi…” I groaned as the pleasure built.

“Fuck me, Matty! Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme!!! So good! So deep! Fuck, Matty, FUCK! Harder-harder-harder-ohmi-GAWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!”

Zofi’s forearms abruptly buckled and she collapsed forward. Without really thinking about it, the more she kept talking, the more I’d started pounding her the way I did to Neevie. My right foot was up atop the mattress now for increased leverage, and I was ramming my pelvis against her comparatively bony butt with extreme prejudice. Zofi whimpered and squealed under my assault. And then out of nowhere, Belle was suddenly beside us with her hand underneath Zofi’s belly, rubbing furiously at the taller girl’s clit.

The brunette started writhing and twisting as if to get away from the new sensation, although of course she never went far and in fact always returned back when she felt herself losing that pleasurable sensation. Belle laid down next to her, parking her face beside Zofi’s, until the brunette crawled directly atop the pint-sized pixie and started a brand new makeout session. Their arms went around each other, clutching and squeezing while I kept pounding away at Zofi’s clenching cunt from behind. She came at least twice that way, her arousal amplified by Belle’s abrupt arrival. And her second climax came when Belle reached around and started spanking Zofi’s ass in a way I could never bring myself to do while I stopped to rest.

Eventually though, Zofi found her voice again and picked her head up. “Cum in me, Matty. Fill me with your fertile sperm! Cream me with your manly seed and claim me forever as your own! Fill me, Matty! Fill me with the only sperm that will EVER be inside me! Do you hear me? Fill me and claim me! FLOOD MY WOMB WITH YOUR LIQUID LOVE AND GIVE ME A FUCKING BAAAAABBBBBBBYYYYY!!!! I’M CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGG! FILLLLL MEEEEE MAAAAATTTTYYYYY!!!!”

“I’M FILLING YOU!!!!” I howled, slamming myself into her and opening the floodgates. Her ass had been reddened from both Belle’s spanking and my hammering pelvic impacts, and I pinched down hard with my fingers, pinning Zofi’s body as close to mine as it would possibly go while I evacuated every drop of spunk I’d stored overnight into her orgasmically-sucking snatch.

“FILLLLL MEEEEE!!!” she screamed again, with Belle sucking on her neck all the while. “IMPREGNATE MEEEEE!!! FILLLLL MEEEEE!!!”

I filled her.

And then I collapsed.

And all went silent.

Well, all remained silent until Belle, pinned below both of us, started tapping my shoulder as she wheezed, “Can’t… breathe…”

“Oh, shit,” I muttered, rolling off of Zofi’s sweaty back. Zofi herself shifted with me so that we wound up spooned together, although I’d pulled my softening prick out of her flooded channel.

Belle chuckled between gasps for air. “Holy crap that was a trip. I mean, Mari told me you had a fantasy about getting knocked up, but it was even crazier to hear up-close and personal. Please tell me you’re on birth control, though.”

“Yes,” a new voice cut in from the doorway. All three of us whipped our heads around to stare at Mother standing two feet inside my bedroom with Sam just behind her, holding Mother back by hand to keep her from entering even further. “PLEASE tell me you’re on birth control.”

Zofi blushed and stammered, still a little in shock, “Uh, yes, birth control, yes.”

“It’s just a fantasy, we promise,” I added hurriedly.

Mother rolled her eyes and huffed. She glared at me for a full minute with a ‘Don’t you EVER fucking give me a heart attack like this ever again’ expression on her face. But finally she sighed, turned, and walked away.

****

Sam and Zofi were on the couch talking when Belle, Mari, and I returned after lunch with Mari’s parents. Sam was instantly on the edge of her seat, asking, “You guys are early. How’d it go?”

“No sweat,” Belle replied with mixed relief and annoyance. “Matty’s totally in the clear about this. Mari, on the other hand, didn’t quite come out so unscathed.”

“What does that mean?” Zofi frowned, confused.

“I don’t think I like Mari’s mom,” I muttered, my right arm wrapped around Mari’s waist, holding her close as we walked in together. Her eyes were still red from recent crying.

Zofi and Sam exchanged a look, and now both of them sat forward on the edge of their seats. Belle folded her arms and dropped heavily onto the armchair. I led Mari over to the loveseat.

Belle explained, “The whole bit about Matty dating both of us was a complete non-issue. We showed up looking to come clean, and when Mari admitted that the two of us were sharing him, her mom was all, ‘Oh, that makes total sense now!’ We were all surprised, but then she’s all, ‘I knew Mari wasn’t good enough to get such a handsome and well-spoken boyfriend on her own.’”

Zofi clapped her hands over her mouth, and Sam’s eyes got big as she exclaimed, “She did NOT.”

Mari looked ready to cry again, and I squeezed her close.

Belle continued, “She talked about how Mari never flirted with boys and wasn’t outgoing, unlike all her cousins. She’d apparently been trying to get Mari to stop reading books so much and go find a boy, quote, ‘Before all the good ones are taken’. So it had been a total surprise when Matty first showed up. And then she went and fucking bagged on Mari gaining weight for a couple of years while her dad apologized and tried to get his wife to stop.”

“What a fucking bitch!” Zofi exclaimed.

“Matty got all defensive and started barking at her about respecting the woman her daughter had grown up to be and how he was proud to be her boyfriend, that what they shared was serious, and how much he loved her. It was really sweet actually.”

Mari cuddled herself closer to me.

“Of course, her mom spat something in Spanish and muttered about how if Mari was all that, she would’ve been able to satisfy Matty on her own without me.”

Mari whimpered, and I turned to assure her, “Of course, -I-know that my Angel with the body built for sex could outfuck the entire BTC if she really wanted to. I just didn’t want to say that kind of thing out loud in front of your dad.”

Mari blushed bright pink and nuzzled her cheek against my shoulder.

“So… yeah,” Belle sighed. “Overall, I guess bringing me along backfired in that sense.”

Sam rubbed her forehead and looked up at me. “Maybe would’ve been better off if we just let them think you two were monogamous and then dealt with the fallout if and when they caught you otherwise?”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter anymore. What’s done is done. Although after all that, we didn’t stick around for lunch. I explained that we felt obligated to tell them the truth, thanked her father for being understanding, and then I took the girls out of the house. We went to get fast food and calm down.”

“Oh, and to your point,” Belle added, looking at Sam. “We never did get around to explaining all seven of us. Sooo… yeah, graduation might still get funky.”

“Well…” Sam sighed. “It’s not like we’re gonna strip him down and fuck him in the middle of the Quad. The students all know how close-knit we are. So long as none of us get past first base with him in our graduation gowns, I think I’m inclined to go with the ‘deal with the fallout if any’ plan from this point on. The only parents who might’ve had issues at least all know Matty isn’t exclusive to their daughters at this point, even if not necessarily all seven of us except for Neevie’s parents. Just remind the girls to keep the kisses relatively chaste and I think we’ll manage to get through the summer in one piece, huh?”

“Works for me.” I nodded and squeezed Mari tight. Then I popped my eyebrows and looked over at Zofi. “So with THAT out of the way, are you ready for your own potential showdown?”

Since she was nodding slowly in response to my question, I expected Zofi to take a deep breath and then answer in the affirmative. But instead she abruptly stopped, looked me in the eye, and said, “Actually, not yet. I’m sorry Mari, but can I borrow our boyfriend? I’d like to talk to Matty in private first.”

Although she’d been struggling to hold back her sniffles during the previous conversation, Zofi’s request managed to completely wash away Mari’s distress. Perhaps being able to concentrate on someone else’sproblems helped her stop thinking of her own, and she nodded agreeably right away. “Of course,” Mari replied while letting go of me and sitting up straight.

I was surprised but only for a moment. Zofi patted Sam’s leg and stood up, heading out of the family room while I got up and followed. She led me up to my bedroom, and I closed the door behind us. I knew she had something to say to me, something that needed to be said away from the others, but I was not expecting her to suddenly launch herself into my arms, wrap her legs around my waist, and kiss me like her life depended on it. I staggered under the impact – Belle did this a lot, but Zofi was a lot bigger than Belle – and I had to be quite careful to not fall over. But eventually I managed to stagger us over to my bed and sit down heavily on it.

Zofi kept her legs wrapped around my waist, so we sat upright with the gorgeous crying girl in my arms.

Wait, crying?

Indeed, Zofi had streams of tears down her eyes, and she choked up a bit while trying to collect herself. Eventually, she just closed her eyes and held up her right fist, mouthing numbers as she counted upwards and raising the fingers of her right hand one at a time from one to five over and again. She got to around twenty-three before she had calmed enough and opened her brilliant blue eyes to stare at me. And she looked absolutely heart-broken as she murmured, “I’m sorry, Matty. I’m breaking up with you.”

****

All was quiet in the minivan as I drove Zofi and Sam over to Zofi’s house. I was lost in thought, ruminating over everything Zofi had told me in my bedroom. While I agreed with her decision, that didn’t mean I had to like it.

Sam, seated on the minivan’s middle bench seat, kept looking back and forth between me and Zofi. I could tell from the way her head turned in the rearview mirror. She knew the two of us had gone upstairs to have our private conversation, and I gathered from her quizzical expression that Zofi had NOT confided in her best friend about this particular matter. So now Sam’s sense of frustrated curiosity was going into overdrive being left in the dark like this.

Zofi, for her part, stared straight out the front windshield. I imagined she was pondering all the possible scenarios for her return back home. We were expected; Zofi had called home and spoken with her father about collecting her clothes and personal belongings. Yes, her mom was still home as well, although we didn’t expect to be having any long conversations with her. The plan was to get in, pack up fast, and get back out as quickly as possible.

It was a short drive; the gated community was only about ten minutes away. As we walked up the sidewalk, Zofi automatically pulled out her keys. But a moment later, her eyes dulled and she put them back into her purse. Sam squeezed her hand while I resisted the urge to do the same on the other side. Instead, I watched Zofi sigh as she reached up and pushed the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened and Zofi’s dad immediately opened his arms to her. Zofi didn’t hesitate, darting in and squeezing him tightly, murmuring a heartfelt, “Hello, Tata.”

Zofi’s dad patted her back and looked over her shoulder at me and Sam. He gave us a grateful smile, evidently pleased his daughter had such supportive friends. But there was also an apology in his eyes, and a sadness that broke my heart. He was a man in great pain at the fracture of his family, and I couldn’t help but reach out and put my hand on his forearm, squeezing it reassuringly.

A tear threatened the corner of his eyes, and he abruptly let go of Zofi and backed away to wipe it before it rolled down his cheek. Schooling his face into a stoic expression, the man stood up straight and cleared his throat. I expected him to now greet us verbally and gesture for us to enter. But rather than let us into his house, Mr. Zelazowski instead took a step forward, bringing Zofi back out onto the front porch, and closed the door behind him.

Zofi frowned, not understanding, and perhaps fearful she wouldn’t even be allowed back in to collect her things. But before she or any of us could say a word, Mr. Zelazowski reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a faded black and white photograph. “Maja… oh, Maja…” he murmured, the phrase giving me a sense of déjà vu. I belatedly realized he’d said the same thing just before we’d left the house yesterday, only then I’d thought he’d said, ‘My, oh, my.’

He held up the photo for the rest of us to see. In it were two teenage girls, both quite beautiful. One looked exactly like Zofi had looked during sophomore year, although the clothes were outdated, the hairstyle was bigger, and the worn photograph quality meant that it had to be Zofi’s mom instead. The other girl was fair-haired and a little shorter. They were seated on a picnic table at a park somewhere, Zofi’s mom’s arms wrapped around the blonde girl’s neck while they grinned at the camera.

“This is Maja,” Mr. Zelazowski explained, now looking straight at Zofi. “She was your mother’s first love.”

****

-- CHAPTER 56: Love --

****

Sam and I were silent as I drove us home… without Zofi.

Our plan to pack up some of Zofi’s belongings and move her into the spare bedroom with Sam had gone out the window once her dad had shown us the photo of her mom and her mom’s “first love”. Zofi of course wanted to talk to her mom to get the story, and her mom wasn’t about to say a word about it with me and Sam in the house, hence the change in plans.

In fact, Sam and I remained silent for the entire ten-minute drive home. It wasn’t until I had parked in the garage and switched off the engine that she turned to me and asked, “What do you think is gonna happen?”

“I don’t know.” I exhaled slowly and attempt to collect my jumbled thoughts. “What do you think happened between Zofi’s mom and… Maja?”

Sam nodded slowly. “Well if this Maja was her mom’s first love and all that, clearly Zofi and her mom have a lot more in common in terms of sexuality than we originally thought. I mean, I always knew her mom disapproved of how close we were. I’m sure she sniffed out that we were practicing kissing and then… well… doing a LOT more than just kissing. She never went so far as to say anything negative in front of me, but I got the evil eye more than a few times. It’s why Zofi and I usually spent time at my house.”

“You think Zofi’s mom is a closet lesbian?”

Sam pursed her lips. “I think she’s at least bisexual, if her first love was a girl. But for all we know, she might be a straight up 50/50. At the very least, we know for sure she’s not a hundred percent gay – her love for Zofi’s dad is very clear. They make a great couple.”

“Zofi’s not a hundred percent gay either, obviously.” I sighed. “Still didn’t stop her from breaking up with me.”

“Wait, WHAT?!?”

I glanced over at Sam and waved my hand. “Oh, forgot neither of us had time to tell you. When Zofi and I went up into my room to talk just before driving over to her house, she broke up with me.”

“WHAT?!?” Sam’s eyes were huge, almost as big as her gaping mouth.

I gestured for her to calm down. “Relax, it’s cool. We talked about it.”

“It’s cool?!?”

I gave her a stern look and waited, silently, for Sam to visibly calm down. She didn’t like it at first, and gave me the evil eye a bit. Sam really was a control freak, and at the moment it must’ve certainly felt like she had no control over anything. But eventually she took a deep breath, folded her arms over her bounteous chest, and jutted her lower jaw forward while staring straight out the front windshield at the back wall of my garage.

“She tried,” I finally explained. “She tried one last time to ‘be straight’. She walked me into my room, gave me an intensely passionate kiss like her life depended on it, and poured all of her love for me into it. Like, if she could just find it somewhere deep inside herself to be straight enough to marry me, then everything would be alright in the world, right?”

Sam frowned and gave me a regretful look. “And when she couldn’t, she broke up with you.”

“It’s really not that big a deal,” I said with a shrug. “Coming out to her parents last night was a huge thing for her. She said she still loves me, but for her own sake she wants to stop pretending she could ever be straight, and part of that means giving up the pretense of being my girlfriend. I mean, we both agree that our relationship means more than ordinary friendship. But at the same time, I’m never going to have the kind of intimate, romantic relationship with her that I’d want with… well… with you.”

Sam blushed and glanced at me for a moment, a silly smile on her face before she turned to look out the windshield again.

“It’s not like I don’t have enough girlfriends at the moment, and for her it was just an empty title. Plus, Zofi taking a step back from our physical relationship can only benefit the rest of you, right?”

“Step back? She’s still gonna keep fucking you, isn’t she?”

I winced and took a deep breath.

Sam’s eyes and mouth both got really big again. “She’s gonna STOP?!?”

“Zofi’s gay, Sam. Sex with me doesn’t give her the visceral thrill it gives you or Neevie or any of the others. Now true, I prided myself on still giving her enough stimulation both physically and mentally that she’d orgasm, but at the end of the day, having sex with me - for her - was more akin to giving me a blowjob. It was a selfless act of giving for my sake more than about mutual pleasure. And when she put it that way, I told her she’d NEVER be obligated to have sex with me again.”

“So she’s just gonna STOP?!?”

“Not entirely.” I shrugged. “I mean, she said she still loves the thrill of feeling me ‘fertilize’ her.”

“Or at least she did until Beverly walked in on you two. Maybe it traumatized her or something.”

I waved off that idea. “Zofi said we’d still hook up for special occasions or other times when she was in the mood, but not anytime soon. Right now, she genuinely wants to focus on accepting herself as a homosexual and feeling comfortable with that path forward. She’s serious about never touching another man for the rest of her life, accepting that she’s never going to have the kind of family her pare…” My voice trailed off as my own words hit me. “Well… damn.”

“What?”

I furrowed my forehead, focusing hard and trying to ensure this little kernel of an idea didn’t slip away. “What if Zofi’s mom really IS just as gay as Zofi is? What if Zofi’s dad is basically like me: the man who accepted her the way she was, and was willing to marry her even though she was a lesbian at heart? I mean, if none of the rest of the BTC was around, and it was just me and Zofi, living in a conservative Catholic world where homosexuality was absolutely forbidden… I’m just saying, I could see myself marrying her to protect her.”

Sam mused on that. “It makes sense. At the same time, we have no idea what Zofi’s mum’s actual sexuality is. For all we know, she’s ninety-nine percent straight and this ‘first love’ bit was just a couple of fifteen-year-old girls practicing kissing for the boys they actually wanted to date.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I think my explanation fits her mom’s moral outrage a little better. If she was a regular straight woman who had grown up conservative, I’d think she’d be less… angry… you know? It just makes sense in my head better that Zofi’s mom spent years brainwashing herself with the idea that her lesbian urges were a one-way ticket to eternal damnation. Zofi told me her mom lost her virginity when she was fifteen, and got excitedwhen Zofi asked her for birth control. That kind of moral paradox with her Catholic upbringing screams out to me that she was taking extreme measures to prove to herself she wasn’t gay, and she’s been fighting her true nature for her entire adult life.”

Sam was nodding slowly. “Maybe you’re right. But what does that mean for Zofi?”

“Does the fact that she went through the same confusion about her sexuality hurt or help Zofi, you mean?”

“Yeah. Either Zofi and her dad confronting her about Maja wakes her up a bit to the fact that we’re not in Poland, that in America being a lesbian doesn’t automatically make her an outcast of society…”

“Or it makes her dig in her heels even harder, saying, ‘I got over my sinful urges and made a very happy life for myself with your father and now you have to, too.’”

Sam grimaced. “Is it just me, or does that second outcome seem a lot more likely?”

Just then, we heard the sounds of a car pulling into my driveway behind us, following by a short squeak of wheels braking. I glanced up at my rearview mirror to look out through the still-open garage door and realized Zofi was parking her car just behind us.

“That was fast.” I gave Sam a glum look. “Looks like we have our answer.”

****

Mother surveyed the four girls dressed in their pajamas in our family room and sighed. “Maybe you should just invite Naimh, Alice, and Holly to move in for the summer.”

Zofi and Mari exchanged a look, and both sat up straight. Zofi was the first to stammer apologetically, “If we’re imposing--”

“It was a joke,” Mother interrupted, holding her hand up to forestall any further comment. “Please, ladies, this is your sanctuary. You are welcome here for as long as is necessary.”

“Thank you,” Mari said sweetly. She was dressed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of Sam’s shorts, her massive rack and bubble butt stretching both articles to the max. Unlike Zofi, she hadn’t made any attempt to go home and collect her belongings.

Zofi, on the other hand, was dressed in her own pajamas. Despite me and Sam leaving the house, her attempts to get the true story about Maja out of her mom had been unsuccessful. In the end, she’d gone to quickly pack a bag and told her mom, “I’m not moving back in until you’re ready to admit the truth.”

Her mom retorted that she’d kicked Zofi out of the house anyway, so Zofi left, hence her arrival in my driveway so soon after Sam and I had come home. Zofi and her mom were now at a stalemate that I sincerely hoped wouldn’t last as long as it had for Sam, but for now at least, I knew we had another indefinite houseguest.

At least we didn’t have to go to school tomorrow. It would be Memorial Day, which technically counted as a “weekend”, at least as Belle overnights went (not that Belle didn’t just stay over on random weeknights as well). The five of us stayed up playing card games like Uno and Skip-Bo, semi-mindless activities to keep our minds off our troubles. Nobody was in a particularly amorous mood, and in the end Sam and Zofi bid us goodnight and went into Sam’s bedroom while Belle and Mari came into mine. We found Mari a wrapped free toothbrush I’d been given at my last visit to the dentist, cleaned ourselves up for the night, and fell into bed together. Mari made for a truly excellent teddy bear, and I cuddled her closely on my right while Belle pillowed her head on the left side of my chest. Mari even slipped my hand beneath her t-shirt and planted my palm on a big breast. And thus comfortably situated, the three of us drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was soaring through the air, high up in the clouds. Rather than wispy immaterial fluffs of condensed water, the clouds themselves were made of cotton and substantial enough to support my weight when I landed on one. My shoulders ached a little from the exertion of flapping, and I rolled my neck around to stretch it out, which included turning my head a hundred and eighty degrees to look back at my own feathery black tail.

Not that I was perturbed to find myself with a feathery black tail; it seemed completely normal at the time. Feeling refreshed from my brief respite, I took to the air once more and soared down from the heavens, gliding to another stop high in a tree. Four pretty birds already roosted within: an orange bird with green highlights, a brown bird, a yellow bird with a brown belly, and a blue bird. Soon, a red bird, a purple bird, and a lime green bird darted in, the three of them swirling around me but none of them landing. I chirped at them, inviting them to join us. The red one did come in to land on the branch beside me, and we rubbed our beaks together and cheeped happily. The purple bird hovered like a hummingbird in midair just in front of me, reached out a wing, and gave me what amounted to an avian high-five before fluttering off. And the lime green bird disappeared shortly after.

The brown bird and the blue bird then lifted off from their branches, tweeting at me mournfully before flying off in different directions, and I felt a deep sadness sinking over me. The three birds still nearby – red, orange, and yellow – cheeped at me a little reproachfully. I felt guilty, but I still missed green, blue, purple, and brown. And while I continued to wallow in my misery, red, orange, and yellow all lifted off the branch and took off into the sky.

Panicked, I leaped after them, only then I realized I wasn’t a bird anymore.

I had transformed into a rodent of some kind, with a long, worm-like tail and big, gnashing front teeth.

And I couldn’t fly.

Wind rushed past as I endlessly fell. There was no ground beneath me, no soft grass. I couldn’t even see the tree anymore, just a black empty void. I tried to scream but no sound came out.

In space, no one can hear you scream.

But space was full of stars, and this was just black emptiness. Or was it?

Dimly, I became aware of pinpricks of light, faint at first but growing steadily brighter. One of them came close, a tiny ball of burning hydrogen that nevertheless was bigger than my foot, which had magically turned back into a bird’s three-toed foot. If I was a bird, I could fly again, right? Only there was no air, and with no air a bird’s wing couldn’t fly. So I continued to fall, but at least this time I fell onto that nearby ball of burning hydrogen.

It stopped my fall, and I balanced like a martial arts expert posed perfectly atop a wooden fencepost like in the movies. I have no idea how my bird body managed the position, but… well… it made perfect sense at the time. But I was still perched on a tiny, glowing… steppingstone… of sorts, in this vast void of space. I wobbled, tilting, about to lose my balance. Below me there were no more stars, just an eternity of black abyss. But beside me? Yes, there was another steppingstone.

With a great heave, I pushed off my one leg and reached for the next steppingstone star. I made it, just barely, once again balancing on one three-toed bird foot. I jumped again… and again… and again… I wasn’t entirely sure where I was going, although I was certain I couldn’t remain where I was. Every time I thought I was finding balance, I’d start wobbling again, and the choices were clear: Jump. Or fall.

So I jumped.

Not that I jumped randomly. I knew there was… something… out there. A direction. A goal. Happiness? Comfort?

Love.

Love still scared me, and as I flinched away from the idea, I lost my balance. Too late, I tried to push off my steppingstone and reach for another, but I could already tell I wouldn’t make it. I felt myself falling into the empty black abyss, but just before I did, something sharp and painful tugged at my butt. I felt myself elevating rather than falling, confused by the sudden reversal of gravity.

Of course, out in the vastness of space, there shouldn’t have been any gravity pulling me down in the first place, but whatever. It made perfect sense at the time.

What did NOT make sense was the fact that I wasn’t falling, and I turned my head around a hundred and eighty degrees to find a black cat with pale green eyes biting my tail feathers. For a moment, I panicked, thinking I was about to be eaten. Doom Kitty had come to end me.

But then I felt the steadiness of a steppingstone beneath my foot, and when the pain in my ass evaporated, I glanced back and saw the orange bird with green highlights standing by my side instead. On my other side, the red bird came back and held my hand.

Hey, I have hands again!

Finally, the yellow bird with the brown belly returned as well.

Together, the four of us jumped.

And we FLEW.

****

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Something felt GOOD.

I wasn’t asleep anymore, but neither was I awake. Instead, I hovered on a different plane of existence, between here and there. This wasn’t a dream, and I wasn’t a bird, but I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Something felt REALLY good.

Somebody moaned. Was it me? It kind of sounded like me. But it also came from a place so far away and distant, like the echoes of an exploding star that died a hundred million years ago but whose light and radiation were only reaching us now.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

So, so fucking good.

Another moan, but this one wasn’t me. It was closer, and yet higher, not only in elevation but also in pitch. It was almost a whimper, a gasp, or even just an exhaled breath. But it wasn’t me.

I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Incredibly good.

I felt the pillow behind my head, supporting me. My face lolled to one side, and I could feel my mouth hanging open. I may have been drooling, and the simple embarrassment at that idea threatened to fully pull me from my doldrums.

But it didn’t.

My arms were flung back, my right wrist and hand against the headboard, my left forearm on the pillow beside me. It was a pillow that had been occupied last night, but no longer. Had she left me? No. I knew that I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Almost TOO good.

My abs clenched and released of their own accord. I wasn’t thrusting, not exactly. More like I was reacting. It was an involuntary movement. It was an unconscious movement.

Because I wasn’t awake, you see.

I could feel my balls tensing, the density within them building.

Too much heat.

Too much pressure.

Too much pleasure.

I wouldn’t last long. The only question was: would I awake in time to really enjoy it?

She was on top of me, that much I now knew. I still wasn’t thrusting, but nor did I need to. She was doing all the work, humping her body up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. She was the one moaning, not me. Sometimes her moans were deep and guttural, as if my hard prick penetrating her inner depths was knocking the wind out of her. Other times her whimpers and breathy panting were quite cute and dainty. But there was absolutely no doubt that I was getting ridden hard, and ridden well.

Because there was so much heat. So much pressure. So much pleasure.

Too much.

“Matty! Matty! Matty!” she moaned, her own pleasure reaching its zenith. “Holy FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKK!!! FUCK! FUCK!!!”

I was cumming. I hadn’t cum yet, but I was cumming. Too much heat. Too much pressure. Too much pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the bottled-up ecstasy just exploded out of me.

Like a star going supernova.

My eyes flew open, and all at once I could see my Angel’s face above me. Her hands were pressed to the sides of her head, squeezing tight while she clenched her eyes shut and went absolutely apeshit on top of me. Her massive 36DD tits bounced and gyrated and wobbled as she thrashed in the throes of an absolutely incredible climax. Her best friend straddled my legs just behind her, right hand reaching around to diddle my luscious Latina’s clit while her left hand jammed three slender digits into Mari’s spasming wet box.

My bodaciously busty babe with the body built for sex had my engorged cock fully imbedded up her ass, and she was cornholing the hell out of herself like it was our last day on Earth. I’d never woken up to find myself fucking a girl’s ass before, and for half a second I panicked Sam would somehow get mad at me for letting someone else be “first”.

But then any worries like that got washed away by the overwhelming pleasure of my luscious Latina banging her butthole up and down my dick. When she saw that my eyes had opened, she promptly bent forward to mash her massive tits in my face, continuing to slam my sausage through her sphincter and up her backdoor chute while smothering me in spectacular mammary flesh.

All-consuming ecstasy flooded my brain then, overpowering my conscious mind and flooding my synapses, accompanied by the diluvial torrent of jism I’d started spraying all over the inner walls of Mari’s colon. I had no sense of space or time anymore as I groaned and grunted and arched my back while thrusting upwards like Mount Vesuvius, staccato bursts of fire peppering out of me like a whole field of landmines going up in rapid sequence. I’m losing the metaphor a bit but you get the idea that I had an absolutely incredible orgasm that erupted out of me so hard that I blacked out again.

No, seriously. I blacked out.

****

Heat.

Not so much pressure.

Still some residual pleasure.

I was not alone.

Nor was I awake.

At least until Mari bent over me, cooed in my ear, and started kissing me. I snorted and jerked and looked up at her through bleary eyes. “Holy shit, Angel,” I grunted. “What the hell did you do to me?”

She giggled and pecked my nose. “Good morning, boyfriend. Did you like your wake-up call?”

“Hell yes. You’re gonna kill me if you do that more often, but what a wonderful way to go,” I wheezed. Still in a daze, I muttered half to myself, “Outfuck the entire BTC if she wanted to…”

Belle started tapping on Mari’s shoulder as she complained rather petulantly, “Hurry up and get off! Matty’s Little Cumslut is HUNGRY!”

Mari and I both just laughed.

****

“You know you’re more than welcome to stay,” I intoned seriously while smoothly but firmly running my hands up and down Mari’s naked back. She laid face-down on Matty’s Chair, the strings of the bikini top she’d borrowed from Sam undone and draped over the sides to give me unfettered access for my massage. Her massive tits crushed beneath her chest bulged out quite nicely, making it nearly impossible for me to NOT cop a feel every time I stroked her sides. She still wore the bikini bottoms, but they amounted to little more than dental floss on the back side, so unfettered access wasn’t really a problem.

With a forlorn sigh that had nothing to do with my backrub, Mari muttered, “Tempting as it is, I’m not going to move in here permanently, or even temporarily. I crashed last night because I needed a night away from my parents - to get over how upset my mom made me. But I need to go home and talk it over with her.”

“Then let me come with you.”

“I already told you ‘no’. This is something I need to do on my own.”

“Your mom’s not gonna change her mind,” Belle drawled from the lounge chair beside us. She was topless, letting her naked breasts get a little sun to avoid tan lines, pert pale pink nipples so mouthwateringly juicy. “From her point of view, there’s nothing you can say that will make her think she’s wrong.”

“She’s not wrong,” Mari said.

“Isn’t she?” I asked.

Mari sighed. “I totally get where she’s coming from. All her life she had a certain path laid out for her, one that involved getting married young and popping out babies. When she was young, getting a quality guy before all the quality guys already got taken was the priority, and she’s always been frustrated at me not following in her footsteps as it were. And even though she can see the financial advantage of me forging my own career, she’s afraid I’m going to end up quedada, left over. She’s warned me about becoming la solterona of my cousins, the spinster. ‘What good is money if you have no one to share it with?’, y’know?”

“If you get rich you can always come share it with me,” Belle laughed.

“Me, too,” I added immediately as well.

Mari turned her head and glanced back at me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me coming right back into your arms after four years and picking up like we’d never left off.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t mind waking up with my dick in your ass once a week for the rest of my life.”

Mari snorted at that and sighed again. Shaking her head sadly, she muttered, “I can’t just save myself for you, Matty. Not for four years.”

I paused my rubbing, my palms conveniently on her ass, and I leaned forward to look her in the eyes, saying in a heartfelt voice, “I would never ask you to.”

She melted a little. “I love you, Matty.”

“I love you too.”

“But you don’t love me like I love you. Not like you love Sam or Belle or Neevie.”

I sighed. “That has everything to do with me and nothing to do with you.”

“Doesn’t it? I know damn well I don’t surrender anything to them in the sex department. That means it’s either my looks or my personality.”

“You are gorgeous.”

“Not Sam gorgeous. Not Neevie gorgeous.”

“Miss ‘Most Gorgeous Thing I’ve Ever Seen’,” Belle muttered with a hint of bitterness.

I rubbed my forehead. “I am NEVER going to live that one down, am I?”

“Oh, we’ll all hold it against you for the rest of your life, yes,” Belle confirmed.

I looked at Mari steadily. “It has nothing to do with your looks.”

“Then it’s my personality… or lack thereof,” she sighed with a shrug. “My mom’s right. Maybe if I’d been more of a flirtatious, confident guy-chaser I would’ve had a chance to have you.”

I frowned. “You would – scratch that – you ARE an amazing girlfriend. You are so sweet and caring and loyal, PLUS you’re phenomenal in the sack. You’re still the BJ Queen of the BTC, and I am a lucky, lucky man to be here with you right now. I absolutely LOVE snuggling with you in bed. This ass…” I spanked both cheeks lightly, “is outrageously awesome. You’re the total package. I mean that.”

“Then why have you never given the idea of being with me… for real… a second thought?”

“I HAVE given it a second thought, and a third thought, and more. I’m gonna be honest: for years I never gave you a first thought. You were so shy and hesitant that I never wanted to scare you off, even while all of the others were pushing boundaries. And then even once we got started, you were so gung-ho about the Team Belle thing. Neevie had always been plain about her desire to be with me, so it was easy to contemplate being with her. Belle made her love – and her jealousy – pretty clear as well. And even though Sam told me she didn’t want a romantic relationship, she simultaneously told me how much she loved me and wanted to give in to her emotions. But you spent so much time insisting you had no further designs on me and were happy to just be friends that… well… can you really blame me for believing you?”

“I know, I know, I’m not being fair right now. I told you for years I wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship. Then again, Sam was pretty insistent she wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship but you two still ended up together.”

I glanced over at the pool, where Sam and Zofi were sunning themselves face-down. They both wore sunglasses, but their heads were also turned toward us, so I had to assume they were listening. “Sam insisted she didn’t want to be with me while simultaneously telling me she was totally in love and wanted to be with me. You, on the other hand? All I had was, ‘Team Belle!’” I pumped my fist in the air for emphasis.

She sighed. “My mom’s right. I’m not aggressive enough to get a real quality guy.”

“Your mom is dead wrong. You can’t base your entire romantic future on an admittedly too-crazy-to-be-real situation where your five best friends are all hooking up with the same guy. At the very least, your ratio is about to dramatically improve. You’re going to a tech school with a three-to-one male-female ratio. You’re stunningly beautiful, you’ve got an awe-inspiring rack, and your body is built for sex. You’re NEVER gonna have to be a guy-chaser. All the guys at that school will be chasing YOU.”

Mari mused on that. “That IS a pleasant thought.”

“And not just any guys - Caltech guys. Intelligent guys with good prospective futures.”

“Socially-inept guys who got picked on by jocks and won’t know how to string two sentences together around a girl with big tits, much less know what to do with my body built for sex if they actually managed to get my panties off.”

“Well, some of them, maybe,” I conceded. “But in that situation, you can afford to be picky. Find someone who will care about you for more than your hot body and big boobs. Find someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved, someone who’s the total package and truly worthy of you. Because I want you to realize that--”

“That while I may be nothing more than Girlfriend #6 in the BTC, I may very well be in the top one percentile of girls at Caltech.” Mari rolled up onto her right shoulder and arched an eyebrow at me. The position also bared her big boobs as she posed prettily with her left hand on her bent left leg.

My jaw dropped, less at her nudity than at her comment. “The top one percentile at Caltech thing I’ll agree with, but please don’t ever think you’re nothing more than Girlfriend #6. I don’t rank you.”

She waved me off rather than try to argue. With a sigh, she muttered, “I already found someone who’s the total package and truly worthy of me. But he loves my best friend… AND two more of my best friends.”

I tilted my head to the side and gave her an apologetic look. “I DO love you.”

“I know you do. Not like you love them, but I know you do.”

“I think you should build your own version of the BTC,” Belle chimed in, “except with six guys for one Mariangel. Have a harem of enthralled boy toys servicing their Queen Mari’s every decadent desire.”

Mari blushed prettily and sat up, not bothering to re-fasten her bikini top. “I think it’s time that I went home to give my mom a piece of my mind. And I think I will remind her of that Caltech male-female ratio.”

I smirked, stared at her big bare boobies, and nodded.

“But not just yet,” she added. “The BJ Queen of the BTC thinks it’s been FAR too long since she had your dick in her throat, and we need to fix that right now.”

So we fixed it.

Reclining back on Matty’s Chair watching a topless Mari slam her entire face down on my dick over-and-over again with no gag reflex was almost as awesome as the morning’s anal alarm clock, especially since Belle decided to get in some deep-throating practice with her as well.

Almost as awesome.

I mean… anal alarm clock, y’know? But still. Pretty awesome.

In the end, Mari had me stand up while she wrapped her marvelous melons around my iron-hard cock and tittyfucked me until I blew all over her face, neck, and chin. Matty’s Little Cumslut was eagerly on hand to help lick it up, and the girls moaned happily while exchanging cum-coated tongue-teasing kisses.

Afterwards, they both got cleaned up and a fully-dressed Mari came back out to give me a quick kiss goodbye before driving home. I grabbed her hand before she left and gave her a serious look.

“You sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“Relax.” She gave me a confident nod and a warm smile. “I got this.”

I grinned and nodded. “Call me tonight, alright?”

“Call you?” Mari smirked. “It’s Mari Monday Night, right? I’ll be back in a few hours with a proper overnight bag.”

I blinked in surprise. “I forgot that. I’m sorry.”

She laughed. “No need to apologize. The Monday night thing is still new. It’s just that you came in my ass this morning and all over my face a minute ago. I need you blasting deep in my pussy tonight to complete the trifecta.”

I grinned again. “Sounds like a plan.”

She kissed me again and left.

****

As it turned out, the little reminder of Caltech’s three-to-one male-female ratio really did work wonders for changing Mari’s mom’s mind about the whole situation, as did the idea that the school would be full of socially-inept nerds with high-earning job potential who would be blown away by a bodaciously buxom babe like her Mariangel. Her mom didn’t exactly apologize or anything, but Mari said she was at least less badgering than usual. And she was also allowed to keep sharing me with Belle for now.

Mari did get her trifecta that night, and I slept quite well hugging my Mari bear. I didn’t wake up in the morning to find my dick lodged all the way up her ass, but I did wake up in the morning to find my dick lodged all the way in her throat. My angel climbed aboard, went for a ride, and then pulled off at the last minute to swallow my load.

“Anal, facial, vaginal, oral: is there such thing as a ‘quadfecta’?” she mused speculatively after drinking down every last drop.

My eyeballs were still rolling around like marbles in my skull from the force of my ejaculation, and I wheezed, “I dunno. You’re the genius in this relationship, right?”

We got up, got dressed, and got ready for school. Passionate moans floated out from behind Sam’s bedroom door, and Mari and I chuckled all the way down the stairs. Mother was in the kitchen making breakfast, and she greeted Mari politely while I jerked a thumb upstairs and said, “Sam and Zofi are gonna be a while longer.”

Mother smirked knowingly and nodded. She made two plates of food for us and then covered the saucepan with a lid to keep the rest warm.

When Sam and Zofi did arrive they were holding hands and positively giggly. I was pretty sure they were playing footsie under the table, and I smirked and shook my head at their antics. Mari started playing footsie with me as well, and I went out of my way to flirt back and shower her with extra attention for what little time we had.

When it was time for school, Belle walked over and joined us, and I found my minivan pretty full with her, Mari, Sam, and Zofi all riding with me. Yeah, Mari wouldn’t be spending the night again, but her Tuesday afternoon routine was still to study with Belle, so she might as well leave her car here, ride with us, and then drive home in the afternoon.

Alice, Naimh, and Holly all met us at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. My Korean babe best friend/girlfriend gave me a fist bump and a quick peck, and I noticed she now sported purple streaks in her hair. But before I could comment, my Irish redhead girlfriend tried to crawl inside my skin and gave me a much fiercer kiss.

Holly had gotten hair re-done over the weekend, and my newest girlfriend topped both of the previous two by jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and cramming her tongue down my throat. Then she refused to step down, gnawing on my ear whispering in a dirty voice, “Personal Slut needs your dick jamming into all three of her holes this afternoon.”

I realized it was Tuesday and immediately glanced over at Alice. My buddy leaned into my ear and murmured, “I got the other five, but I haven’t slurped a creampie out of Holly yet.”

I pretty much popped a boner then and there. Thankfully, non-sexual physical exertion would knock that down. We all needed to get to class, but Holly still didn’t want to step down. So in the end, I negotiated to give her a piggyback ride and flipped around my backpack to my chest instead. People gawked and stared as I walked in through the gate not only because seven gorgeous teen babes were accompanying me, but also because on my back I had a pretty girl with red, white, and blue hair (American colors for Memorial Day, I guess? Although the colors were bright enough to look like a Bomb Pop popsicle).

In the end, though, we really did need to split off and go to separate classes. Holly gnawed on my earlobe for a little bit from behind me before stepping down and giving me an almost chaste kiss.

“Catch ya later, boyfriend,” she called with a pixie wink and then spun around on one heel, sashaying happily down the hall.

I watched her go, and especially watched her pert ass sway back and forth, sighing a sigh of disbelief at the situation I’d found myself in.

I’ve got SEVEN hot girlfriends, I said to myself, and yes I was still counting Zofi. I’d had seven hot girlfriends since Prom, but I still had trouble wrapping my head around that truth.

It won’t last forever, I also said to myself. Clock is ticking. Enjoy it while it lasts.

****

With the idea of enjoying it while it lasted, I… well… I’d definitely enjoyed myself this afternoon. And from the sounds Alice and Holly had made for close to two hours, I had to assume they’d enjoyed themselves as well.

The girls had wasted no time upon arriving at my front door right after school. Alice hadn’t bothered to change outfits from “school casual” to her version of “geek chic”. Her clothes were already coming off as she came in the door, leaving an obvious trail that ran the length of the hallway between the foyer and the family room.

Holly’s clothes didn’t come off quite as fast. She was otherwise occupied, having vaulted herself into my arms just inside the front door not unlike the way she’d done in the parking lot this morning. Like a remora, she latched onto me and started sucking on my tongue with her legs wrapped around my waist, and she stayed that way for the entire time I carried her over to the big couch.

Alice was buck naked and ready for action by the time Holly finally let go and climbed out of my lap so she could strip off her clothes as well. My horny Korean bestie didn’t kiss me right away, choosing to mash my face into her melons and jiggle her chest to make her mammary flesh repeatedly slap my cheeks from either side. I finally managed to grab her shoulders and keep her still long enough to slurp an erect little nipple into my mouth and start sucking away while she patted my head and smirked down at me. Only then did we finally come together for a fierce kiss that was more hungry than intimate.

Actually, “hungry” is an apt descriptor for the entire afternoon. The three of us were just plain horny, ravenous for pleasure, and we weren’t shy about going after it.

It started with both girls hungrily going after my dick as soon as they could strip my shorts off me. Holly knelt on the floor sucking my balls while Alice knelt on the couch cushion beside me bobbing her head up and down my shaft. Holly then took over cramming my dick into her throat, gagging herself audibly and flashing me pixie winks while doing so, at least when Alice wasn’t otherwise occupying my face with more kisses. The two of them then gnawed on either side of my shaft at the same time, working their way upwards before meeting in a hot and spicy kiss that was more for my benefit than theirs, given the way they kept glancing at me. And then they traded places with Alice taking over testicle-licking duties while Holly climbed onto the couch and started polishing my knob.

“Ohhh… shiiiiiit…” I groaned when I slumped back a minute later, watching Holly’s red-white-and-blue-haired head bob up and down in my lap. She looked downward, concentrating not only her blowjob, but also on the sensations she was getting from behind. Rather than kneel on the cushion beside me, the girl with the crazy hair colors was bent over the armrest and giving me my blowjob sideways while using the fingers of her right hand to tickle my balls. Meanwhile, Alice squatted beside the couch, holding Holly’s hips while her tongue was evidently buried in the other girl’s twat.

And that’s when the girls started getting REALLY crazy.

“Come fuck me this way,” Alice insisted while flipping herself upside-down on the couch cushion to my left. The back of her head and shoulders were planted on the cushion while her ass was atop the backrest and her legs waved in the air. “We’ve never done it this way before.”

I blinked, glanced down at Holly, who shrugged in a “sure, whatever” gesture. She looked especially comical with my knob denting her cheek from the inside, but she quickly popped off and let me stand up.

I circled around behind the couch. Alice wasn’t quite doing a full split, but she had her legs spread out to the sides. The angle was a little weird; anal entry would’ve actually been easier, but we weren’t there yet. I grabbed her hips and tugged her just a little closer to me and appreciated my height. Had I been much shorter, this position would’ve been impossible, but I did manage to notch my cockhead into position and start pumping away.

So of course, Holly had to line up right next to her in the same upside-down position. And after two minutes of plundering Alice’s pussy, I pulled out, took a big step to my right, and pushed into Holly’s pussy instead.

Fucking this way was more novelty than pleasurable, but from the way the girls kept giggling I could tell they were having a good time. Maybe it was the way the blood was rushing into their heads, and that wasn’t even the craziest position we ended up trying.

Not even close.

Alice seemed to be channeling the day she first lost her virginity with all those Kama Sutra positions. We also tried Dhenuka, Avalambitaka, Shulachitaka, and a half-dozen other things she came up with, most spurred on by Holly. See, the first time Alice had us try a weird pretzel shape, Holly of course wanted to know where the idea came from. And once she found out these were the results of Alice’s internet Kama Sutra research, she of course wanted to try them all out herself.

There’s a reason why missionary, doggy-style, and cowgirl are the Holy Trinity of Pleasurable Positions: they’re easy. And they’re effective. Much like Alice’s first upside-down on the couch idea, these other positions were novel, fun, and playful… but the three of us definitely spent more time experimenting and laughing while trying to contort our bodies into these semi-unnatural, sometimes difficult, and often tiring positions.

Bottom line: I wasn’t in any danger of cumming anytime soon. At least, that’s what I thought until the girls sprang their newest idea on me.

Once again, the girls ended up upside down on the couch with their heads and shoulders supported on the cushions. But this time, instead of standing behind the couch, I stood atop the cushions while they curled themselves up like armadillos or something, their knees pulled back down by their heads. I practically sat down on their hamstrings, holding onto the backrest for leverage while fucking at a near vertical angle into their pussies, getting incredibly deep. And yeah, this position felt really unnatural, and pretty difficult, and a little bit tiring.

But it also felt GOOD.

And all of a sudden I was ready to cum.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alice groaned beneath me, unable to do much of anything but absorb my hammer blows. She did tighten her legs and drum her heels against my back a bit, an odd sensation since she was upside-down and pinned beneath me. Her legs felt almost like a chair or something, and she was able to help push me back up after every jackhammering down-thrust.

“Nnngaaah, Alice,” I grunted. “Gonna cum.”

“No! Not in me!” she squawked. “I need to suck out a creampie, remember?”

I was so close to spurting, I absolutely hated to leave. But with a nod I reluctantly pulled out of my girl-buddy’s wet box and clambered over to Holly’s upside-down form instead. The multicolor-haired girl was happy to welcome me back into her sweet snatch, moaning as I filled her up. At the same time, Alice slipped off the bed and held the other girl’s head in her hands while giving her an upside-down kiss.

The effort, both mental and physical, of switching girls set me back from my orgasmic edge, so I wasn’t ready to blow yet. Having been denied that pleasure, though, made me want to cum more than ever. I grabbed the backrest tight enough to make my knuckles turn white, and with a roar I started pounding Holly’s pussy as hard as I ever had, hungrily seeking out my ecstatic explosion.

“Oh gawd! Oh gawd! So deep! So full! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me and cream me! Personal Slut’s cumming again! I’m cumming, Master! Fuck me and drown me in your sperm! Please, Master, PLEASE!”

Well since she asked so nicely…

I roared again as I hosed down Personal Slut’s pink pussy, bathing her box with boiling blasts of baby batter. By the time I was done, my ass muscles hurt from the repeated squatting. And when I pulled out, I had to immediately drop down onto the couch, momentarily wiped out.

Alice had been making out with Holly all through the other girl’s orgasm and pinching the white girl’s nipples at the same time. But as soon as I was out of the way, she climbed up, planted her crotch down on Holly’s face, and bent forward to complete the sixty-nine by immediately hoovering out all of my creamy jism.

Alice didn’t stop after every drop was gone, either. She kept sucking and slurping away until Holly had another orgasm. By then, the head rush was about to make Holly pass out, so she finally climbed off to let the other girl catch her breath. But once that happened, Holly wanted to know if Alice had read up on girl-girl positions.

Well… of course she had.

“Magic Mountain” had been Sam’s favorite, and the girls tried that. Something called “Ivy” went over well. But after Holly started giving Alice a rimjob, my hyper-aroused best friend stared at me with undisguised lust and announced, “It’s dessert time.”

And then things got REAL crazy.

All those weird Kama Sutra positions we’d done all afternoon? The girls wanted to try them again… with anal.

Well, not ALL of them. For one thing, my legs were getting tired. For another, the geometry just wasn’t the same. I mean, switching from wheelbarrow vaginal sex to wheelbarrow anal sex works pretty well, but something like having Alice hold onto my neck while I lean against a wall as she tried to get her ass impaled with her feet planted against the wall for Avalambitakajust didn’t work out.

On the other hand, some positions worked great. I already told you anal entry was easier when I stood behind the backrest. Having Holly sit on the armrest and lay back across the cushions with my dick in her awesome asshole and Alice sixty-nining atop her worked out really great. But the clincher was Holly’s new take on the piledriver.

Instead of supporting herself with her arms while curled upside-down, this time she parked herself on the floor but right up against the front of the couch. I stood above and faced her so that we could look into each other’s eyes as I cornholed the hell out of her. And she reached up to hold my hands and interlace our fingers together while I jackhammered my dick in and out through her obscenely stretched sphincter.

The whole thing was crazy, from her crazy hair to the crazy position to the way she had been stretched so freaking wide by now that my big dick slid in and out of her ass almost effortlessly. She would certainly have trouble walking straight the next day. And yet, there was something surprisingly intimate about the moment as I plundered her depths and pillaged her helpless backdoor.

“Fuck, Holly… I’m gonna cum in you again,” I groaned.

“Yesss…” she hissed, staring straight up at me. “Fuck me, Matty… Fuck me and drown me in your sperm…”

The words were almost the same as when I’d creampied her pussy earlier in the afternoon, but the tone was completely different. We also used each other’s first names. The force of my thrusts didn’t change though. I still hammered the hell out of her, both of us hungrily seeking out our final orgasms. I made sure she got hers first, along with an assist from Alice who knelt beside us, shoved two fingers into Holly’s snatch, and used her thumb to bear down hard on the other girl’s clit. But once I felt Holly’s inner muscles go wild with orgasmic spasms, I rooted my cock down to the hilt inside my girlfriend’s backdoor and unleashed the torrent, grunting and groaning in harmony with her whimpering and moaning.

“GGGGGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” I groaned.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” she moaned.

And together we shuddered in absolute bliss.

Holly was still upside-down, of course. And with her ecstatic pleasure combining with the natural head rush of gravity, by the time I finished splooging her bowels she was dazed and on the verge of passing out.

But my legs were shot and since I was standing right up against the couch, it was a simple matter to unbury myself from Holly’s lewdly stretched asshole and drop heavily onto the seat. And that’s when Alice surprised the hell out of me, latching onto Holly’s red-rimmed black hole and once again hoovering out my spunk.

“Oh… GAWD!” Holly’s eyes flew open at the new sensation, the intensity of it washing away her daze. I watched Alice’s agile tongue delving into Holly’s gaping anus, each time scooping out another glob of creamy cum.

When she was finally done, my best friend flopped back and sat down with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. I shook my head in utter astonishment, drawling, “You never cease to amaze me.”

“Alice 2.0.” She raised her fist to me.

I bumped it and shook my head. “Time to clean up.”

****

The girls left their clothes downstairs and the three of us wound up naked atop my bed after showering, both girls twisting their towels into turbans around their wet hair.

We were all satisfied, and yet Holly couldn’t help but reach out and play with my dormant penis, marveling not for the first time about how incredibly soft my skin was. But for the most part, we were just hanging out and chatting.

At some point, though, Alice cocked her head to the side and asked, “So how has it been with four girlfriends living under your roof?”

“Four?” Holly gave Alice a look. “Technically, didn’t Zofi give up her girlfriend status?”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Like you said: ‘technically’. She’s still BTC.”

Holly made a face. “I rather liked thinking I’d move up to ‘sixth girlfriend’ instead of ‘seventh girlfriend’, even if only because one of the girls ahead of me dropped out.”

“I don’t rank you,” I muttered.

“We’re girls,” Holly drawled. “Everything gets ranked.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well even beyond the technicality, Zofi’s been serious about no longer being a girlfriend. She hasn’t even kissed me since the break-up.”

“But you two still fucked Sunday morning, didn’t you?” Alice said. “At least that’s what Belle said.”

“What’s your point?”

“Not trying to make a point,” Alice replied with a shrug. “Just asking how it’s been going since you had four girlfriends living under your roof. I mean, this is kinda like a sneak preview into what life will be like once you go to Berkeley with three girlfriends.”

“Well, I think one weekend is a bit of a small sample size. And I can’t just swap Mari and Zofi with Neevie and think it’s gonna be the same dynamic. I mean, overall, it hasn’t been so very different from any other time I’ve had one of the girls spend the night with me, especially since Sam and Zofi have been spending every night together on their own. I mean, Sam and I haven’t even done anything together since Zofi moved in. Come to think of it, I don’t think she’s kissed me since the break-up with Zofi.”

“Does that worry you?”

“Nah. I know she loves me.”

“Well, get used to it.” Alice smirked. “I still think she’s gonna lay out for you her detailed 10-year itinerary about how she’s gonna become a badass lawyer first, and THEN make time for you after that.”

I sighed. “If she does, I’ll accept that. I know how important it is to her.”

“Easy for you to say when you’ve got two backup girlfriends coming along for the ride.”

I waggled my head. “Well for one thing, Belle said she doesn’t want to be an official girlfriend when we go to Berkeley, remember? Better to be my ‘little sister’ forever than worry about us ever having a bad breakup.”

“Tomayto, tomahto.”

“Hey if Belle doesn’t want a spot,” Holly chimed in brightly, lying belly-down with her chin on her hands and her feet in the air, “maybe there’s still room for me?”

Alice snorted. “You gonna commute?”

Holly waved her off and sighed a little mournfully. Giving me a serious look, she said, “I’d never ask you for a commitment, because goodness knows I’m the worst at commitments. But if I ever just… needed to feel safe in your arms for a bit… would you mind if I drove up for a quick visit?”

“Holly… of course I wouldn’t mind,” I told her sincerely.

Planting her cheeks in both palms and looking adorably cute, Holly gave me a thankful smile and kicked her heels a little bit.

Alice turned serious. “Belle’s withdrawal from consideration aside, along with Holly’s occasional booty calls, you do know Neevie’s still madly in love with you, right?”

I nodded. “And I love her too.”

“As much as you love Sam or Belle?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve tried saying over and over again that I don’t quantify my love for any of you, and that’s clearly not working. I gotta come up with something new. Like… blank stare and just say, ‘Next question’.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’m not answering anymore traps. Next question.”

“You saying you don’t love Neevie as much as you love Sam or Belle?”

“I love all three of them differently but equally.”

“There, was that so hard?”

Holly laughed. “I think your ‘next question’ shtick didn’t work.”

I sighed. “Y’know, I’ve spent a lot of time over these past few months contemplating the nature of love, the meaning of love, how to quantify an emotion that defies measurement, and you know what I’ve finally figured out?”

Both girls looked at each other. Alice finally sized me up and asked, “What?”

“That it’s impossible! Humans have been pondering the meaning of love for millennia, and in all that time no one has ever fucking figured it out. Rich men of ancient times assembled harems for physical pleasure. Medieval kings traded their daughters for political alliances. A whole bunch of royals married their own sisters or cousins to avoid intermingling with other kingdoms. Nowadays polite society has deemed that the only acceptable family unit has one man and one woman together at the head of it.”

I got off the bed and flung my hands out. “Well I say fuck that, alright? I’ve got seven girlfriends, and yes, I still count Zofi because I know she really loves me and I love her. And yes, I count the both of you because even though Alice, we’re not romantic, and Holly, I DO care about you but we just haven’t had time to build up the kind of history I have with the others, I KNOW I love both of you, too! And that’s okay with me! I’d like to think that’s okay with you. Our relationships are our relationships, and we’ve spent all fucking year not giving two shits what anybody else at school thinks about us. We just spent last Saturday night telling Neevie’s parents, ‘Hey! This is who we are. We’re the fucking BTC and you can’t do a fucking thing to change it. These are my girls! I love each and every one of them.”

I paused and gestured at both of them. “I love both of you. I don’t love you the same way I love Sam, or Belle, or Neevie, or Zofi, or Mari… but I love both of you. I’m done trying to reconcile the way I truly feel inside with some societal notion than I’m supposed to have One True Love and no others. I love all of you, and I’m gonna do whatever I can to make my own happiness as best I can. Am I only supposed to show up to Berkeley with one girlfriend instead of three? Well FUCK THAT. Different but equal, right? I know what I know. And I know how I feel. I love Neevie. I love Belle. I love Sam. I love all three of them, and I love both of you and Mari and Zofi too. I wish I could take all seven of you to Berkeley, but I can’t.”

Alice grimaced, looking guilty.

I focused on her for a minute. “Alice, you’re my buddy. We’ve been playing together since fourth grade, and we’ve been close to inseparable since junior high.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, eyes moist.

“Don’t be! This is just our next evolution. You’re my forever friend.”

Holly blinked. “Isn’t the phrase, ‘friends forever’?”

I waved her off and kept my focus on Alice. “Forever. We were friends on the elementary school soccer field. We were friends in the Student Activities Center playing Magic: The Gathering. We were friends in my family room with all you girls teasing me without it ever going anywhere. We were friends in my bedroom when we finally explored all that physical pleasure had to offer. Now we’re going to be friends in a new way… long-distance. It’s gonna be tough, I’m not gonna lie. I’ve never tried being a long-distance friend with someone, and part of me thinks I’m gonna get distracted by that infinite nookie you mentioned the girls are gonna be giving me in Berkeley. So please be patient if I don’t call you as often as you’d like. But I WILL call. And when we both have our degrees, who knows? Maybe we’ll end up close by to each other again. Maybe we’ll only meet up a couple of times a year. That will be our next evolution beyond that. But I believe… I believe… that you are my forever friend. That’s love. That’s OUR love.”

There was no sly smirk on Alice’s face, no cocky grin. She looked sincerely touched, and several tear tracks ran freely down her face. She didn’t try to hide them or wipe them away. Nor did she say a word. Alice simply raised her right hand to me in a fist, and I bumped it with a smile.

Holly sighed. “You guys are REALLY making me wish I took Sam up on those offers to join the BTC like… years ago.”

Alice snorted and reached out to caress Holly’s cheek. “Better late than never. Now c’mon. After a little speech like that, I need to feel my best friend’s throbbing dick filling my soul in a way no other man will ever be able to match. Help me get him ready?”

Holly extended a fist out for a bump. “One for all.”

****

After Alice and Holly both went home, I checked my watch and briefly wondered where Sam and Zofi were. After all, they lived here now, didn’t they? But I didn’t worry much so long as they were together, and headed over to Belle’s house to make dinner before her dad’s arrival.

When dinner was finished, Belle told her dad she’d be spending the night with me and we headed out together. I gave her a piggyback like old times, partly because I’d given one to Holly at school and figured Belle would appreciate it.

Sam and Zofi still hadn’t returned, but still I didn’t worry right away. I figured they’d gotten dinner together, maybe even at some nice restaurant to take Zofi’s mind off her situation. If anyone could understand what it felt like to be estranged from your own parents and living in someone else’s house, it was definitely Sam.

But then the hours ticked by, and suddenly it was after nine o’clock. Mother came home, and she expressed the same kind of surprise I did at their absence. She asked if I’d called around, and when I answered in the negative, she gave me a look of intense concern. “Maybe you should.”

For a brief moment, my old resentment flared up and I rolled my eyes. “Can’t say you’ve ever looked so concerned about ME,” I muttered rather bitterly.

Mother sighed and gave me a disappointed look instead. Belle squeezed my arm and said quietly, “You call Sam’s house first. I’ll call Zofi’s after. Her mom doesn't hate me the way she hates you right now.”

I nodded and sighed. But just when I headed for the cordless phone in the kitchen, we all heard the sound of a key sliding into the front door lock and then turning. Mother, Belle, and I all comically looked at each other for a second before we started walking to the foyer. And to both Mother’s and my relief (Mother’s, a little bit more), Sam walked in looking none the worse for wear.

I blinked in surprise when she closed the door behind her, asking, “Zofi?”

Sam gave us a weary smile and said, “She’s home.”