The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my bare chest against her equally bare back, skin-to-skin. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming, her erect nipple a hard nub between my fingers. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare buttocks. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her copper-red hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

Almost automatically, I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open. Not yet fully awake, I reacted instinctively, searching out my Head Girlfriend’s love button and gently nuzzling it with my fingertip to increase her pleasure and make sure she was super-duper wet well before I woke her.

That said, the idea that had formed in my head required no natural lubrication, so I didn’t really need to get her wet first. But this morning wakeup routine was not only about prepping my lover for entry, but also about bringing her to the brink of unconscious orgasm before executing the coup de grâce to push her over the edge. So I forced myself to be patient, took long and deep breaths, and conscientiously caressed her clit while waiting for just the right moment.

When she started softly panting and moaning in her sleep, I moved into action. I took a moment to retrieve the lube from the nightstand and prep myself. Even though I knew she could accept my monster without it, it would certainly be more comfortable with. I used my slickened fingertip to tease her clit a little more, making sure she was primed. Then, I gently rolled my bodaciously busty Head Girlfriend forward onto her belly, a movement which started to make her stir from her slumber. But before she could open her eyes to wake, I straddled her luscious thighs, nudged my slickened cockhead into her crack, and started pushing my prick through her sphincter.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” Naimh gasped as she abruptly awoke, her head jerking back as she suddenly found herself with four inches of thick dick in her ass. Her anus had initially been completely relaxed during her unconsciousness, but that tight anal muscle now clamped up like a mousetrap in surprise at my sudden entrance.

“Maidin mhaith, love,” I greeted warmly, bending down to kiss her cheek.

“Fookin’ hell…” my lover groaned before setting her head back down on the mattress and replying, “Dia duit, luv.”

“Surprised you this morning, didn’t I?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Mmm… ya’needa git deep’ra en’mah nex’tem,” she murmured drowsily, closing her eyes back down and exhaling. And as she did so, her entire body relaxed from stem to stern so that her rear passage opened up and allowed the remaining inches of my rod to fully embed themselves all the way within her rectum.

“Feel me, love,” I intoned, holding her asscheeks and physically spreading them apart to let myself get fractionally deeper within her. “Feel me deep within your sacred core.”

“Deep wit’n me sacred core,” she echoed with a satisfied smile. “I’m your Sacred Buttslut, luv.”

I chuckled, moved my hands up to the mattress on either side of her shoulders, and bent to kiss my Sacred Buttslut’s cheek. “I think you just gave yourself an awesome ‘slut’ name.”

“Ooh! I did, didn’t I?” she giggled. “I should call up Holly so you can have four sluts all at the same time. Sam’s schedule pending, of course.”

“Of course,” I replied with a sigh.

Naimh sensed my momentary melancholy and squeezed her ass muscles around my cock while saying reassuringly, “She’ll be there for you when you really need her. You know that, right?”

“Right, right,” I muttered before putting on a brave smile. “But let’s not worry about Sam right now. This moment is for you.”

“This moment is for US,” Naimh corrected, reaching back with both arms to grab MY ass and squeeze my cheeks. “Love itself is what we truly feel. And our roots are permanently intertwined.”

“Permanently,” I agreed, leaning down and puckering up.

My gorgeous Irish redhead twisted to meet my kiss, humming quite happily into our liplock. And then after we broke for air, she gave my buns a double-handed slap before grabbing her own asscheeks and pulling them apart for me.

“Fuck me arse, luv. Fuck me and fill me,” Naimh crooned, her tone an arousing mix of enticing invitation and desperate need, as if nothing less in the entire universe could truly satisfy her. “Make me yours.”

****

“Hey, Matty?” Belle called a little distractedly, still looking into the floor mirror in front of her. “Can you help me zip this up?”

I glanced over at my impish little pixie from my spot on Naimh’s bed, comfortably reclining against the headboard, and gestured down at my lap.

Belle took one look over her shoulder at the sight of Lily slowly bobbing her head up and down my big dick and then smirked, shaking her head. “Nevermind. Force of habit. Neevie?”

“I gotcha, B,” Naimh called before setting down her makeup brush and then stepping away from the big mirror mounted above her dresser. I couldn’t help but gawk at the way my Head Girlfriend’s gorgeous hooters jiggled with every step. The strapless, purple seashell bra she’d made for her Ariel from The Little Mermaid costume wasn’t exactly supportive and did a poor job of restraining her boobs.

Belle waited over by the floor mirror in the corner next to Naimh’s currently bare mannequin. With a temporary dye-job that would wash out tonight painting her hair a darker shade of red on the sides and white on top, she was dressed as Rogue from X-Men (the animated series, not the new live-action movie). Naimh had custom made a green-and-yellow bodysuit for Belle, along with a matching cropped green jacket that remained hanging from the clothing rack on wheels. The bodysuit was super tight and molded rather fetchingly around her disproportionate bustline, and Belle couldn’t quite get the zipper closed.

“I keep telling you to go ahead and size those costumes a little bit bigger,” I reasoned.

“And I keep telling you this is the way it is,” Belle replied with shallow breaths as Naimh tried to tug the zipper all the way up to the back of Belle’s neck. “Girls suffocating themselves for the sake of beauty.”

“Speaking of suffocating themselves…” I murmured, reaching down to caress Lily’s cheek and raising my eyebrows at her.

My Hawaiian hottie ku’uipo was currently trying to deep-throat my dick, pushing the limits of her gag reflex but still unable to quite pull it off. She knew I didn’t like to see her suffering for my sake, so rather than continue to push herself, Lily pulled all the way off and gasped for breath.

“Shouldn’t you be getting into costume yourself?” I asked.

“Pssht, I’ve changed into and out of my hula girl outfit a hundred times by now and can be ready like that.” She snapped her fingers for emphasis. “If you really want me to start changing, you need to give me what I want first.”

I chuckled and then exhaled slowly, a bit of a moan creeping into my mouth as my cutie-pie ku’uipo bent over to take my dick back into her mouth. I slumped back against the headboard and relaxed my muscles, giving in to the pleasure and no longer holding my orgasm at bay.

It didn’t take much longer to give Lily what she wanted, and I arched my back and bunched up the bedsheets in my hands as I began erupting great gouts of hot lava into my Island girl’s mouth. Lily pumped my prick with practiced ease, swallowing every last drop while enjoying the sight of the ecstatic expression on my face that made her feel like she was the sexiest, most incredible, most desirable woman on Planet Earth.

And then I collapsed, momentarily spent.

The room went quiet for a minute, save for the sounds of me panting for breath. But then Belle suddenly appeared out of nowhere, rolling Lily onto her back across the bed and then sealing their lips together. I hoped for Lily’s sake that she hadn’t swallowed ALL of my spending, as Matty’s Little Cumslut rather hungrily scoured the inside of her bestie’s mouth in search of sperm.

Thankfully, Lily had known what to expect from her BFF and had apparently saved some of my load, because Belle finally popped up with a well-satisfied smirk.

“Did you know that today is the one-year anniversary of the first time I ever gave Matty a blowjob?” Belle chirped merrily.

“Really?” Lily exclaimed in surprise.

“Ah, memories,” Belle sighed nostalgically. But then she waggled her head and muttered, “I should’ve planned ahead for that. Now I need to go fix my makeup.” And then she promptly walked out the door and started thumping up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Naimh had returned to the mirror over the dresser to finish touching up her makeup. She glanced at the clock on the wall above her and announced, “Ten minutes. Eva should be here soon.”

I nodded, reached down to caress Lily’s cheek and give her a quick kiss in thanks for the blowjob, and then swung my legs off the bed, muttering, “I’d better get dressed then myself.”

While Lily’s hula girl outfit had come with her from Kaua’i, Naimh had handmade her own costume, as well as Belle’s, Eva’s, and mine. The girls had unanimously decided I’d be Maximus Decimus Meridius from the new Gladiator film, kitting me with a light blue skirt and tank top, faux-leather breastplate with aluminum accents, hand-painted silver horses, and dangling leather straps. Arm greaves and a prop sword completed the look, because I drew the line at wearing wrap-up sandals and got to wear boots instead. Since I required no makeup, I was dressed and ready to go in less than five minutes, during which time Lily also popped into her hula girl outfit and went to fix her makeup in the bathroom.

The doorbell rang exactly twice just as Naimh was finishing up and Belle was coming back down the stairs, so I went down the short hallway to let our final Halloween attendee in.

“Howzit-- Whoa…” I breathed, caught a little off-guard by how hot Eva looked tonight. I mean, Eva always looked hot, but she definitely looked extra-hot dressed as Joanna Dark from Perfect Dark. She wore a black bodysuit with silver arm and shin bracers, topped with a custom half dark-blue, half light-blue vest. Her jet-black hair had been pulled into a single ponytail while leaving a few long, sexy bangs over her face. And I leaned against the doorjamb, whistling appreciatively before exclaiming, “Schwing!”

Eva flashed me a rare smile. “I felt really weird walking over here dressed like this. But I have to admit, your reaction makes it all worthwhile.”

I grinned and extended my hand out to her. “Glad to hear it. C’mon. Let’s have an amazing night.”

****

The UC Berkeley Halloween Party was an organized student body affair that took place on a school night in the on-campus Pauley Ballroom. There was no alcohol but plenty of punch, sodas, and snacks. As far as I could tell, the majority of party guests were fellow first and second-year students below the minimum drinking age with nowhere better to be for Halloween than at an organized school event. Our teachers had not assigned any homework for tonight, but we’d all still have to get up early the next morning for class. So the expansive ballroom wasn’t exactly crowded or anything like that.

The primary reason we were in attendance tonight was because Naimh had made a big deal about crafting costumes for us, and the school Halloween party was the most obvious place to go show them off. In that sense, our evening was a smashing success, since we got a LOT of compliments on our costumes from the people we interacted with, both students and staff. And in every case, we quickly gave credit to Naimh for costume creation.

But overall I would have to admit the party was merely… okay. The energy level wasn’t particularly high. The music was an eclectic mix of modern Top 40 and old-school Halloween tracks, songs like Oingo Boingo’s “Dead Man's Party.” The ballroom lights stayed on pretty bright, which lent a sort of sterility to what should normally be a festival of the spooky and macabre. And for the most part, students stayed in groups with their friends, only occasionally socializing outside their comfort zones.

There were a few upperclassmen guys on the hunt for impressionable teenage coeds mingling around, looking for girls who were without male escort. They came around to hit on the four girls with me as well, at least until Naimh, Belle, Lily, and Eva all slid themselves behind me while I grinned with an expression in my eyes that more or less said, ‘Go away, fuckers. They’re not interested.’

On the other hand, the girls ran into a few people they knew from their classes, both male and female, and in those situations would be happy to socialize a little bit. Of course, things started to get interesting when Naimh introduced me to one of her classmates by saying, “This is Matty: my boyfriend.”

Five seconds later, Belle introduced me to one of her classmates by saying, “This is Matty: my boyfriend.”

And of course all this took place while Lily molded herself around my elbow and snuggled in beside me, saying, “He’s my boyfriend, too.”

The two separate classmates just sort of gawked at us for a moment before Belle shrugged and smirked, explaining, “We all share him. I know: kinda hard to wrap your head around. But it works for us.”

Another interesting moment came twenty minutes later when one of MY classmates approached me and Naimh, greeting, “Matt! Heyyy… Remember me?”

My Head Girlfriend and I were alone for the moment, with Belle and Lily having gone to the bathroom together and Eva saying she needed to go for a walk outside to get away from the crowd. I’d taken the opportunity to grab my girlfriend’s ass, and was murmuring teasing remarks into Naimh’s ear about all the naughty things I wanted to do to her when we got back home while nibbling on her neck. But at the sound of my name I stood up straight and turned around to face the newcomer.

She was a brunette beauty with her hair artfully done in waves and curls that fell to the right side of her high-cheekboned face. She wore a gold leaf headpiece and an elaborate gold necklace that called attention to her abundant cleavage in a plunging all-white, floor-length dress with a massively high thigh cutout. Gold bracelets and strappy gold stiletto heels completed her Grecian Goddess look, and I found myself admiring the costume a bit (and her top-shelf tits) before focusing on her face.

“Hi! Uhhh…” I replied, having to pause for a second to put a name to the face. I recognized almost immediately that she was a classmate of mine from E10, because it was impossible NOT to notice such a pretty girl sitting in the auditorium. But we’d never actually spoken to each other, and the only way I could recall her name was because Professor D. had called on her a few times. “Isabela, right?”

“Right! I’m glad you recognized me.” The beautiful brunette beamed with a pearly white grin that matched the radiance of her dress. Isabela was of average height with expressive dark brown eyes and a tanned, perhaps Mediterranean complexion that went well with her choice of costume. She was athletically fit, with leanly muscled arms. And of course, I’d already noticed her BTC-qualifying tits.

“You’re hard to forget,” I complimented, forcing myself to not yo-yo my eyes back down to those tits.

“You’re hard to forget,” she countered with a giggle before turning back to her companion. “Luna, this is the guy from class I was telling you about: Matt.”

I turned my attention to Isabela’s companion as well. Luna was of similar height to her friend but skinnier throughout. She wore a form-fitting Catwoman costume from Batman Returns, complete with white stitching and a cowl that covered the upper half of her face, so it was a little hard to tell what she looked like without the costume. And it was Naimh who stepped forward to say something before I did.

“WOW! That’s an incredible costume!” my girlfriend exclaimed. “Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes, I did. Do you like it?” Luna replied in a quiet voice with a bit of a Hispanic accent.

“LOVE it! And oh, that is savage,” Naimh raved enthusiastically with wide eyes as she leaned in close - almost too close - to inspect Luna’s costume. “Those seams arn’jus dek’riv? Dair akch’ly funk’chul?”

“Pardon?” Luna asked, not quite following.

“She’s asking if your seams are functional, not just decorative,” I translated.

“Oh! Right. Yes, I stitched each of them. They’re not just painted on,” Luna explained, running her fingers over the white cross-stiches on her cowl.

“Well I’ll be gobsmacked…” Naimh actually took hold of Luna’s arm, twisting it to the left and right a couple of times before abruptly catching herself and letting it go while taking a step back. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem,” Luna replied in that same quiet voice rather shyly. She blushed and then gestured forward. “I really like your costume, too. The detail you put into that mermaid tail is increíble.”

“Why thank you! I’ll take that compliment especially from a fellow artist like yourself,” Naimh replied primly, doing as much of a curtsy as she was able to in her tight ‘skirt’. The lower half of her Ariel costume was a series of shimmering aqua-green scales ending in structured panels to form the mermaid tail, but the skirt part was quite tight around her knees and prevented her from moving around easily. But that said, she’d created the skirt and tail so that it could be unzipped up the back, allowing her to walk freely when necessary.

But Luna didn’t know that yet, and she leaned over into the redhead’s personal space just as much as Naimh had been doing to her a moment earlier. And she peered a little closer at Naimh’s mermaid tail, asking, “How can you move in that thing?”

“Easy! Lemme show you!” Naimh quickly spun around to show off her backside (the backside of the costume, not her ass), and started jabbering with Luna about the zipper and stitching techniques and who knows what else. It all started to go over my head. And within seconds, the pair of expert seamstresses had moved back over to the table that my girls and I had been using as a base camp for the evening.

Meanwhile, all of Isabela’s focus was on me. The comely coed gave me a warm, inviting smile as she reached up with her right hand and gently traced her fingertips down the front of my faux-leather breastplate. “Love the outfit, Maximus.”

“Neevie’s design,” I explained. “My girlfriend is quite the talented artist, as you can tell.”

“I imagine ALL of your girlfriends each have their own talents,” Isabela replied with a sparkle in her eyes. “I am curious, though: Just how many girlfriends do you have?”

I arched both eyebrows. “Now why would you ask me that?”

“Just curious. I know of two for sure, but I get the impression there are a few more.”

“Does it really matter the exact number?”

Isabela shrugged. “Not really, I suppose. Which is why it shouldn’t be a big deal to tell me, if you could please just satisfy my curiosity.”

“Should I ask you how many boyfriends you have?”

“Zero, at the moment,” the pretty brunette replied with that sparkle again, her expression stating that she wouldn’t mind changing that number for my sake. “And fair’s fair, isn’t it? I answered your question.”

“Technically, you answered a different question from the one I asked, but even if you had, it doesn’t actually obligate me to answer yours.”

“I’ve already seen… ah… Neevie, right?… I’ve seen Neevie pick you up after class many times in quite an affectionate manner.” Isabela gestured to where Naimh and Luna were still geeking out over each other’s costume. “And then of course I’ve seen the little one in the X-men outfit dropping you off for class in an equally affectionate manner. And I’m not even sure what’s going on between you and Skylar, our T.A.”

“There’s nothing going on between me and Skylar,” I insisted.

“But there are still two more gorgeous girls hanging around you here at this party: the hula girl and the… well I’m not sure what your other friend’s costume is. With the gun, is she like a space cop or something?”

“Or something.”

Isabela paused and regarded me with narrowed eyes. “So secretive, aren’t you?”

I shrugged and replied, “I’ve learned over the years that girls don’t usually like advertising their personal details. If you want to know anything about my ladies, you’ll have to ask them yourself.”

“Then let’s not talk about ‘your ladies’. Tell me about yourself instead.”

I shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

“I want to know what it is about you that has no less than four very, very pretty girls hanging out with you. And I’m almost certain I heard one of them say, ‘We all share him.’”

I sighed and idly pondered the possibility of putting Belle into a dog muzzle every time we stepped out of the house. She’d probably enjoy it too much, though. And after shaking my head dismissively, I muttered, “There’s nothing particularly special about me.”

“All evidence to the contrary.”

“I really am just an ordinary guy who has been extraordinarily fortunate to grow up with a special group of friends,” I told her plainly.

“A very special group of friends.” There was honey in Isabela’s tone and a world of innuendo in the way she used the word ‘very’.

I chuckled and nodded. “Very special, indeed.”

“They must be very special in order to share you. At least four girls, if not five or more.” Isabela arched a sculpted eyebrow, that sparkle back in her eyes. “How does that even work? Do the extras just sit around, patiently waiting their turn?”

I coughed and shrugged, blushing a bit. “Well, not exactly.”

Her eyes glittered with excitement as she giggled. “Do they perhaps… entertain each other while they wait?”

I waggled my head and pursed my lips before shrugging and saying defensively, “Like I said: girls don’t like sharing their personal details. Those are the sorts of things you’ll have to ask them yourself.”

Isabela chuckled and shook her head, smirking as if she already had the answers she needed. She licked her lips rather lasciviously while leaning in a little closer to me. She placed her hand on my breastplate once more, tracing the painted horses. And in a quietly seductive voice, she murmured, “I don’t suppose your personal stable of fillies has room for one more, does it?”

I stood up straight and blinked in surprise. Isabela had been staring at my chest, but she raised her gaze up to my eyes, measuring my response. It wasn’t that I hadn’t realized the very pretty girl was flirting with me, but it still came as a bit of a shock to hear her ask that particular question straight up.

“C’mon… I saw you checking me out,” she intoned in a smoky voice, her gaze boring into the back of my eyes as she leaned ever closer to me. “Can’t say you’re not interested.”

“You’re an extremely attractive young woman, and I’m sure you already know that,” I stated in a measured tone. “But are you really propositioning a guy who already has multiple girlfriends?”

“Well you see now that’s the best part,” she replied, dark eyes sparkling again. “I’m a hot-blooded Latina who happens to love having sex with both men AND women, and from where I’m standing, you’re the key to hooking up with a bevy of hot babes. So you see, I’m not only trying to get in bed with you. I’m trying to get into bed with them too.”

****

If one were to run a Google search for the idiom, “deer in headlights” on the internet, I’ve no doubt a photo of my bewildered face would be one of the search results. The implications behind Isabela’s bold statement quite literally left me speechless, as well as frozen stiff in shock, unable to even move. My eyes were wide and my jaw was hanging open, but before I could even attempt to respond, two of my other girlfriends returned.

“Matty! Heyyy! Sorry we were gone so long. It’s almost impossible to pee in this thing it’s so tight!” Belle began excitedly as she slammed into my side and immediately wrapped her arms around me in a fiercely possessive hug. But despite greeting me by name, her narrowed eyes were staring daggers straight at the newcomer who was still rubbing my chest and had her face only inches away from mine. And with a thinly veiled threat in her tone, she asked sharply, “Who’s your friend?”

“Hiii, I’m Isabela. And who might you be?” the dark-haired Grecian Goddess greeted politely in that familiar honeyed tone, her eyes roving hungrily up and down Belle’s fantastically fit body put on display in the form-fitting green and yellow bodysuit that was so tight Belle had difficulty peeing in it. There was no challenge or threat in Isabela’s voice, thinly veiled or otherwise. Instead, her tone sounded much more like Joey from Friends asking with obvious interest, ‘How you doin’?’

Belle rather quickly realized the pretty brunette with the big rack was checking her out, and she switched gears on a dime to start preening instead, full on batting her eyelashes and giving Isabela a coy look “Oh! Well… pleased to meet you. I’m Belle.”

“Ah! You’re Belle, and I’m Bella! It’s like we were made to match!” Isabela replied enthusiastically.

“That’s awesome!” Belle exclaimed with equal enthusiasm, her already wide grin widening further.

‘Awesome! That won’t be confusing AT ALL,’ I did not say out loud, although I did frown and furrow my eyebrows for a moment.

“It IS kinda awesome, although I must admit: nobody actually calls me ‘Bella’. On occasion it can be ‘Izzy’ for short,” Isabela clarified a few seconds later, and I exhaled a sigh of relief. She then turned to the Hawaiian hottie in the hula girl outfit, letting her eyes ogle all of Lily’s exposed tan skin and lingering on the little shorty’s Double-D rack put on display by her coconut bra. And she asked in that same innuendo-laced voice, “And what’s your name, cutie?”

“Lily,” my ku’uipo confessed before blushing bright pink beneath the scorching heat of Isabela’s attention.

“Ooh, aren’t you adorable! I think you and Luna would get along great! L&L! Wait, that’s a Hawaiian barbecue joint, isn’t it?”

Lily laughed. “Yes it is. But who’s Luna?”

“Come with! I’ll introduce you.” Isabela immediately wrapped her arms around my elbow with the same kind of familiar intimacy my girlfriends always did and tugged me over towards the table.

Naimh by now was seated on one of the chairs with her feet propped up on another chair – all the better to show off her mermaid tail’s construction, completely oblivious to everything else that had been going on.

Luna, likewise, was thoroughly engrossed in costume-making, although she’d now removed her Catwoman cowl and set it atop the table so that Naimh could get a better look at the design. I was now able to see that Luna was a skinny Latina girl with modest curves, thick brown hair, and kind eyes. She wore minimal makeup and had something of a “mousey librarian” vibe about her, especially now that she’d put on a pair of delicate eyeglasses.

“Lunita!” Isabela called in a musical voice, still holding onto me as we approached the table. “I’ve new friends for you to meet!”

Luna glanced up from Naimh’s mermaid tail and immediately got a “deer in headlights” expression on her face that would’ve lined up nicely alongside mine in that Google search. She locked up and froze in place, barely reacting when Isabela let go of me and hip-checked her friend a few inches over across the chair she was sitting on.

“So you’ve clearly already met Neevie and Matt,” Isabela told her friend before glancing up in confusion and then shooting Belle a look. “Oh wait, you all call him ‘Matty’, right?”

“He’s our Matty, yes,” Belle confirmed with a grin, hugging herself against my side now that Isabela had gone to sit with Luna.

“Matty, right,” Isabela affirmed. “And these two are Belle and Lily as well. I assume all three of you are Matt’s girlfriends?”

Belle and Lily glanced at each other for a moment before Belle grinned and nodded. “We all share him, yes.”

Isabela’s eyes glittered and she promptly leaned forward, planting both elbows on the tabletop and dropping her cheeks into her cupped hands. Her expression was that of an eager listener absolutely captivated by the story unfolding before her. And she asked excitedly, “How is it? Is it as amazing as it sounds? Do you all like… do the three of you fuck him together all the time?”

“All the time,” Belle bragged, her eyebrows waggling as she slid into the chair directly opposite Isabela and Luna.

“Well not ALL the time,” Naimh muttered on the chair right beside Belle, a bit confused at how the conversation had turned so quickly.

“Well we go out of our way to make sure each of his girlfriends gets some special one-on-one time with him, of course,” Belle explained matter-of-factly. “But there IS a LOT of group sex. Matty’s a machine. He regularly satisfied seven of us round the clock all summer while--”

“B…” I warned, dropping my hand down onto my impish pixie’s shoulder. And I started to seriously wonder where I might find a dog muzzle.

“Oh don’t worry,” Isabela assured me with a dismissive wave. “I’m a big girl who won’t get all squeamish at the juicy details.”

“You might not, but she doesn’t look very comfortable with the topic.” I arched an eyebrow and gestured at Luna.

“Oh, she’s not as delicate – or as innocent – as you might think.” Isabela’s grin was all teeth as she apparently patted Luna’s leg beneath the table. And then her attention returned to Belle, saying eagerly, “Tell me more! Is it as hot to watch him just pounding girl after girl after girl as I think it is?”

“SUPER hot,” Belle breathed, her pale-green eyes aglow.

The clearly aroused brunette then glanced around at Lily and Naimh. “And does it feel just as good to have him buried deep inside you while one of these gorgeous girls puts her face down into your crotch and licks your--”

“Excuse me,” Naimh cut in. “I don’t mean to be impolite, but we don’t know you and I don’t think it’s entirely appropriate for us to be having this conversation right now.”

“That’s fair, that’s fair,” Isabela granted as she leaned back to sit up straight and splayed out both palms in concession. “But I think we all know the solution.”

Naimh arched an eyebrow and looked perplexed. “What’s that?”

Isabela grinned. “We get to know each other… and THEN we can continue the conversation!”

****

It was late in the evening when the four of us returned to the house: me, Naimh, Belle, and Lily. Although Isabela and Luna had spent the remainder of the Halloween party in our company, getting to know us better and vice versa while flirting up a storm, the pair of fellow freshmen coeds had ultimately gone home alone. And we’d dropped off Eva at Mrs. Morris’s house on the way back as well.

I was actually quite tired as I walked into the house and then stood to the side, holding the door until the others had entered so I could lock up behind them. The three girls, on the other hand, were still quite energetic as they bounced inside and then turned towards the living room, rather than head into Naimh’s bedroom to take off their costumes.

“That was WAY more fun than I thought it would be!” Belle exclaimed as she skipped across the living room to the nearest couch and then back-flopped over its armrest.

“Really? You don’t say?” I drawled sardonically. “Who knew that finding a fellow voyeur who wants to talk about group sex all night would be fun for Belle?”

My impish little pixie remained flat on her back across the couch cushions, still clad in that form-fitting green and yellow bodysuit, and she kicked her feet in the air playfully. “I still say we should’ve brought her home with us. Spice things up a bit.”

“Bored of us already?” Lily teased.

“Never, Lil. C’mere…” Belle extended her arm out to her fellow shorty friend and pulled the hula girl in by the hand. Once Lily was within range, Belle then used her other arm to draw the Hawaiian girl’s head down, and they shared a rather deeply passionate kiss right from the start.

Meanwhile, Naimh had turned around to waggle her backside at me. In this case, she wasn’t trying to show off the rear-view of her costume, given that she’d left her mermaid tail unzipped for the walk home. Indeed, she’d now unzipped the mermaid tale almost all the way to her waist, exposing the creamy skin of her rear-end. Her shapely ass was on full display, with only a tiny aquamarine thong bisecting her buttcheeks. She bit her lip coyly over her shoulder while crooking a finger ‘come hither’, popping her eyebrows before asking, “Have you ever made love to a mermaid before?”

“No,” I replied breezily. “But I’m definitely looking forward to a new ‘first’.”

Although still rather weary from the long day, I found fresh reserves of energy I seemed to always have stored up in order to perform on command for my bevy of busty beauties. I stepped into my Head Girlfriend’s arms and held her tenderly while we leaned in together for a sweet kiss that grew slowly and steadily as the seconds ticked by. We had all night to enjoy our personal Halloween after-party, and were in no hurry to move along.

Meanwhile, Belle had pulled Lily down on top of her, the two petite peas in a pod pleasuring each other with passionate pecks and languid liplocks. But when Belle unhooked the back of Lily’s coconut bra and bent her head to start licking at Lily’s teats, Naimh called out, “Hey not yet, girls. The first rule of costume sex is to keep the costumes on as long as possible.”

“Aww,” Belle pouted, getting in one last suckle on Lily’s nipples before re-fastening the bra clasp and then shooting my Head Girlfriend a harsh look. “Well you’d better gimme something else to suck on then.”

“Happy to!” Naimh chirped back, beckoning the girls to come join us.

I soon found myself seated on the middle cushion with three gorgeous girls kneeling before me: “Ariel” from The Little Mermaid on my left, “Rogue” from X-Men in the middle, and my hula girl on the right. I also kept my Maximus costume on, at least at first, with the girls lifting up my “skirt”, taking off my boxer shorts, and simply moving the dangling leather straps out of the way. But after a couple of turns, the girls seemed to be getting annoyed with the dangling leather straps, so I simply took off the breastplate and set it aside.

“Amendment to the rule,” I stated. “The girls keep the costumes on as long as possible.”

Naimh grinned at me. “Because as much fun as it is to play dress-up, the only man I want to think about during sex is you.”

I frowned. “Please tell me you know I’m thinking of you and not an animated Ariel while you’re going down on me.”

The redhead giggled, “Of course I do. But that said, I don’t really mind if you think about me playing Ariel from time to time, like I’m an actress or something.”

“I dunno,” Belle mused. “Russell Crowe IS hot. And that gravelly voice with his accent? Mmm…” My horny pixie promptly stuffed my dick into her mouth, and I laughed at her fresh enthusiasm. At the end of the day, I really DID want my Baby Belle to be happy. And if an idle fantasy about a famous celebrity actor she’d most likely never meet in real life helped motivate her to give me an even sloppier, more enthusiastic blowjob, I was perfectly happy to receive that sloppier, more enthusiastic blowjob.

“I suppose I’ll have to try dressing up as a different character for next year’s Halloween,” Lily mused. “Then I’ll get to watch you watching me suck your dick and decide if I can tell whether you’re seeing ME as a sexy young woman sucking your dick, or if you’re seeing the character.”

“No need to wait until next year,” Naimh told her. “We can have costume orgies whenever we want. We were video game vixens for Valentine’s Day, for example. Sam was Cammy from Street Fighter… Belle was Morrigan from Darkstalkers…”

“And who were you dressed as?” Lily asked.

Naimh smirked. “Misty from Pokémon.”

“Wait, what?” Lily knitted her eyebrows together, trying to wrap her head around that one.

“She was HOT,” I assured Lily.

“Oh, I can totally believe she was,” Lily agreed before looking over at the redhead. “You’re so unbelievably pretty I’m sure you could wear a garbage bag and still look sexy. When Belle told me Matty always described you as the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen, my first response was, ‘Yep. Makes sense.’”

“Why thank you, Lil,” Naimh replied warmly, blushing prettily at the compliment.

“Nnggff-nnggff-nnggfff,” Belle grunted while repeatedly slamming her face down around my dick, on the third one pushing and pushing and pushing herself until she finally managed to ‘tag’ her lips against my very base and then pull all the way off. And after gasping for breath for a second, she grinned at Lily and said, “You’d think that kind of phrase - ‘the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen’ - would make the rest of us girls jealous, and in some ways it did. But he does a really good job of making sure each of us feels uniquely special in our own way.”

“I can totally believe that as well.” Lily grinned, took hold of my prick, and then started pushing her face down around my dick instead.

“Which is why I still think we could totally invite Isabela to come join us sometime as well,” Belle continued, raising both eyebrows at Naimh. “I think she and Luna would make great BTC girls.”

“You just wanna crush Isabela’s face against your crotch and watch with wicked glee as Matty crams his massive cock into that pretty girl’s tight asshole,” Naimh drawled.

“I do. Yes I do,” Belle replied rather formally before losing her poker face and grinning lasciviously. “I wanna do a whole bunch of the things we talked about today. Gawd that girl has such a wicked mind! And she seems just as eager to taste my twat as she is to get Matty’s big dick into her.”

“I got that impression as well,” Naimh laughed.

“And she wants to taste your twat, too. And Lily’s. And Eva’s. And then to crush MY face into her crotch while Matty crams his massive cock into MY tight asshole and… oh, holy fuck, Matty! You know I’ve been wearing the butt plug all night for you, right?”

Schwing!

“Oh FUCK, Neevie,” Belle panted heavily, quite clearly in heat. “How badly do you want me to keep this costume intact?”

“Not at all. We got our pictures and we showed off at the Halloween Party,” Naimh confirmed. “Ooh! How about we rip a hole in your suit right beneath your boobs, and then Matty can tittyfuck you so that his knob keeps denting out the fabric from the inside just underneath your chin. I’ll bet it’s so tight, you won’t even need to hold your tits together like usual. And fuck, I think we need to get that on video.”

“Ohhh FUCK, Matty!” Belle breathed. “Your Head Girlfriend has the best ideas!”

****

My Head Girlfriend had a lot of great ideas, and she wasn’t the only one, which made for a truly epic night of costume sex for the four of us.

We started off doing exactly as Naimh had suggested, ripping a hole in “Rogue’s” green and yellow bodysuit to let me fuck her tightly compressed tits so that my knob dented out the fabric from the inside. Naimh even got her video camera out to record me doing it, saying she wanted to give Sam something to masturbate to and label the cassette: Wish you were here.

Belle rather enjoyed the experience, saying it was nice not having to hold her own breasts together to create the tunnel of titflesh, although she did miss being able to lick my dick when it poked out the top. So then we tore another hole in her costume so that my dick could slide up and out the top, letting Matty’s Little Cumslut suck on my mushroom head to her heart’s content and taste my pre-cum.

“Try it with a sports bra,” Lily recommended. “I know I’M gonna try it soon.”

“Great idea!” Belle enthused. “Meantime, see how it works with your coconut bra.”

Unfortunately, the coconut bra titfuck didn’t work out so well. I mean, Lily’s outfit was an actual Hawaiian hula girl outfit, so the top wasn’t made of actual coconuts at least (the dried husks would’ve certainly chafed my sensitive skin). But Lily’s top was still designed for the two cups to be separate pieces that molded around each globe and left bare skin between, so the fabric still chafed my sensitive skin when I tried to get my dick between them. In the end, Lily settled for loosening her bra to get it out of the way and give me what amounted to a regular titfuck with the “coconut” cups dangling and bouncing on top.

Titfucking within Naimh’s strapless purple seashell bra was far more successful, as she’d designed the two seashell cups in a single piece that connected in the middle, leaving a perfect wedge of space between her boobs for my big dick to slide within. She also had plenty of room to duck her head and suck on my knob at the top. And then after a few minutes, she handed my dick back over to Belle.

My impish pixie was quick to slot my schlong through the holes of her form-fitting outfit. Naimh’s lush mammaries had felt quite pleasant for me, not to mention the feel of my talented fellatrix’s tongue on my tip. But Belle’s boobs crushed together by her tight bodysuit were something else entirely, and I couldn’t help but grab her shoulders and give the little girl a few hard and fast pumps through her titflesh.

Belle giggled and glanced at her friends. “Am I bad for wishing Isabela was here so I could see your dick pumping back and forth between her boobs as well?”

“We get it, we get it,” Lily laughed. “Belle’s motto is ‘the more the merrier!’”

“And then five minutes later her motto switches to, ‘No greedy bitches are gonna take my Matty away from me!’” Naimh laughed.

“Hey, the two concepts aren’t mutually exclusive,” Belle argued. “The more the merrier so long as they aren’t greedy bitches who’ll try to take my Matty away from me!”

“She’s not wrong,” Lily pointed out.

“Holy FUCK I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, having finally reached my limit after spending a couple of hours at the party listening to the girls trade naughty group sex fantasies followed by the round robin blowjobs and then round robin titfucks.

Although thus far Belle had let her bodysuit do the squishing, as she sensed my impending explosion, she used her hands to really mash her tits together and give me even more compression. My impish pixie really bounced her big boobs up and down my dick while crooning, “Cum for me, big brother. Cum all over your baby sister’s face!”

Well THAT comment out of nowhere really did the trick and I abruptly thrust forward and grunted, “BELLE!” as the tip of my prick opened up and began splattering great strings of semen all over my “baby sister’s” face. The gorgeous girl in the Rogue costume gaped open her mouth to take a few shots of sperm straight into her mouth, but the rest splattered against her cheeks and chin before dripping down onto her upper chest.

Trapped as it was between Belle’s boobs within the confines of her bodysuit, I couldn’t really move my cock. She stayed bent over my lap, grinning up at me with a face half-covered in cum, and she licked up what she could reach while gazing up at me in adoration, her pale-green-eyed expression one of thankfulness for painting her pretty face with my liquid love.

Lily and Naimh moved in to start licking up what they could, taking turns snowballing my load back to Matty’s Little Cumslut. And that was only the beginning.

We moved things into Naimh’s room after that, mostly for convenience as the closest one to the living room. She had a queen-size bed, not quite as big as the king-size in my room but still big enough for the two shorties, me, and Naimh.

Naimh decided she hadn’t spent enough time eating Lily’s succulent snatch, and she tossed the petite brunette onto her bed before flipping up the girl’s grass skirt and feasting away.

Meanwhile, Belle went to clean off her face and then returned to find me sitting up against Naimh’s headboard. My Baby Belle then spent some time just pillowing her head on my chest, cuddling herself against me while we watched Naimh eating Lily.

I thought about suggesting the two switch into a sixty-nine before I remembered that “Ariel” still had her mermaid tail on. And while the outfit unzipped to an elastic waistband in the back, the front was a solid piece that wouldn’t allow someone to get her head in there.

But a big, long dick like mine would still be able to reach from the back.

Or IN the back.

Wouldn’t you know it, my dick started thickening up once more.

Belle took note and her right hand went from scratching my chest beneath my tank top to trailing down my abs and then petting my growing trouser snake. She leaned in to seal her lips over mine and start up a hot and heavy makeout session while I caressed her spandex-clad ass and slid my middle finger down between her buns. When my fingertip found the rigid cap of her butt plug, I tapped it and chuckled into our kiss while my dick twitched in her hand. And Belle pulled back a few inches to give me a knowing grin.

“Later,” Belle breathed. “Go fuck your Head Girlfriend first.”

I nodded my agreement and Belle slid off my chest, giving me the space to swing my legs off the mattress and then circle around to the far end while I ripped off my light blue tank top and dropped down the matching skirt, leaving me naked except for the costume arm greaves. Naimh was still bent over the foot of the bed to better eat out Lily, but she pulled her head back and stared over her shoulder at me with a world of heat in her emerald-green eyes as I grasped both of her legs and moved them up to my left side, extended together within her tail.

Comfortably situated on her right hip with her body in a sideways L-shape, the redheaded mermaid reached back to me with her left arm to trail her fingertips down my washboard abs, much better developed now from near constant fucking exercise. I planted my right hand on her bare asscheek, nudged aside the strap of her thong panties with my left, and then guided my prick home.

Naimh kept her gaze on my face and held my right forearm while I fucked her. With the purple seashell bra barely restraining her big tits and the scaly mermaid tail, I really could imagine my Head Girlfriend playing the role of Ariel, and for a brief moment I fantasized that we were both underwater and that she was supported by a big sea sponge or something instead of her bed. But I never lost sight of the fact that she was my Neevie: a woman I loved quite deeply. And together we let the electric energy of our intertwined loins feed the intimate chemistry we’d long felt for each other.

I fucked my Head Girlfriend first, but she certainly wouldn’t be the only girl getting fucked tonight. I caressed Naimh’s ass and pounded her pussy until she squealed my name and came, and after that I found both Belle and Lily more than ready for me to come ravage them as well.

The pair of petite pixies had parked themselves together with intertwined legs, tribbing their pussies while making out. This had required ripping a good section of Belle’s bodysuit at the crotch, quite convenient for my cock. So I quickly rolled Lily straight on top of Belle and dragged them both down towards the foot of the bed so I could slam my stiff schlong into “Rogue’s” snatch for a few pumps, pull out, and then hammer the hula girl from behind as well.

I stared down at Lily’s “lovely arse” and grabbed big handfuls of her booty while watching my pelvis pound off her cutie patootie. But rather than make her cum, as soon as I felt her cunny start to clamp up, I switched back down to Belle to bang her wet box instead. My Baby Belle would then start climbing up towards climax, but before she reached her ultimate peak, I pulled out and started plowing Lily instead.

“Stop TEASING US, Matty!” Belle complained. “Let me CUM!”

“Let ME cum!” Lily whined.

I laughed and started laying down the lumber. In this case, I was still inside of Lily, so I simply grabbed her shoulders for leverage to really ramp up the pace and plunder her pussy. For a girl with stated fantasies of lovemaking as intimate kissing and fondling, she was certainly getting used to hard hammering at the end, and she happily banged her butt back at me to meet every powerful thrust.

“Ffffuuuucccckkkk… mmmmeeeeeeee…” the short-but-stacked little hottie howled.

“Cum for me, ku’uipo…,” I growled. “Cum for me.”

And she came.

Lily was still spasming from the aftershocks of orgasm when I gently rolled her over to the side and then switched holes down to Belle. With her bestie no longer in the way, Belle was able to wrap all four limbs around my body and hang on for the ride while I pinned her to the mattress with my big dick and pounded away.

“In or out?” I asked my Baby Belle when I sensed that she was close, knowing that I was close as well.

Her pale-green eyes glittered as she recentered her focus on my face, and she gleefully grinned while answering, “In.”

Together, my impish “little sister” raced up the final peak of pleasure with our loins making audible slapping sounds that echoed through the room.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Belle groaned every time my cockhead hit that little bump at the end, setting off little sparkles in her brain. “You fit so perfectly, Matty. You’re my perfect fit.”

“Hmph, hmph, hmph,” I grunted with every thrust. “You’ve got the tightest, hottest pussy I’ve ever felt. You’re MY perfect fit, B.”

“Ohhh I love you, Matty! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“I’m gonna cum, B! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!”

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!” Belle screamed. “AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

“HHHHNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

The hot little pixie beneath my body dug her fingernails into my shoulders as she tensed up and came. Her chest thrust into my belly as her back arched, and when her cunt clamped down around my cock, I couldn’t even move. So my first shot of sperm squeezed out through my shaft with my big dick only embedded halfway inside her. But as her initial clenching relaxed and switched into spastic spasms, I was slowly able to shove the rest of my fat schlong into her sweet snatch and blast out the rest of my babymakers straight into the back of her womb.

Belle smiled beatifically, her eyeballs rolling around in circles while blissful bubbles bounced around her brain. I groaned and collapsed on top of her tiny body, truly smothering her beneath my heavy bulk. But she didn’t mind in the slightest, still clutching me with all four limbs as she sighed and cooed her eternal love for me into my ear.

But eventually I found enough strength to roll off her and onto my back. Lily was quick to give her bestie and upside-down kiss while Naimh leaned over me and nuzzled my nose with hers. I could tell that both girls still had plenty left in the tank, and having only cum twice so far, I felt certain I could do my part to satisfy them.

“So what’s next?” I asked with a self-satisfied smile.

Naimh rolled away and presented me with her now panty-less ass. “I need ya in me sacred core, luv.”

“Neevie can go first, but you need to finish in MY asshole tonight,” Belle pronounced. “You gave me a facial before, and you just came in my pussy. It’s a special holiday, Matty, and your Baby Belle wants a trifecta!”

I loved my life.

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Chapter 21 will post on 12/17. Having lost some writing time due to the holidays, I'm temporarily returning to a 5-day posting schedule for a couple of weeks but do plan to return to 4-day when I catch up.

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