“I'm drinking plenty, thank you," Mari disputed. She'd had a grand total of one glass of wine, with the second glass still mostly full and sitting on the coffee table.

“We don't have that many pennies," Belle pointed out.

“Hence the strip poker."

“strip or Dare!" Naimh squealed and started fiddling with her pajama top.

“We don't need a hot tub and we don't need to play Truth or Dare to have a good time," Sam argued while taking a big swig from her cocktail tumbler. "There are six of us teenagers alone in a comfortable mountain cabin with no parental supervision. School is out for winter break.

Nobody's gonna be checking on us for another three days. We have all the time in the world to-— NEEVIE!"

“What? WHAT?" Naimh yelped like a kid who'd gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She twisted her head to look back at Sam, but my arms wrapped around her upper body prevented her from completely turning around. After all, I had a nipple in my mouth and didn't want to stop suckling at her big, beautiful breasts.

She also didn't stop pumping her hand up and down my throbbing dick.

“What are you--?" Sam sputtered.

“Didn't I say--? How are you already--?"

“What?" Naimh gave her an innocent look. "YOU were the one who said we should just strip Matty and take turns using his dick for relief."

Sam simply facepalmed.

“If you can't beat ‘em, join 'em," Zofi cheered, ripping her own pajama top over her head and baring her big boobies. I'd noticed earlier that only Mari had come out of the room wearing a bra. And that was BEFORE anyone had started drinking. "“Neevie, scoot over.”

I groaned as the bodacious redhead slid off my lap to the right, drawing her tits away from my lips. I pouted dramatically, and she giggled before popping in to give me a quick peck. Zofi, on my left, quickly pulled my head to HER tits, and I was soon happily sucking away at fresh teats while Naimh had never really stopped stroking my dick.

But then Naimh let out a Loud burp, drawing my attention. She patted her chest, looked at her empty tumbler, and announced that she needed another drink. She'd worn a pajama set in pastel purple, the button-up top remaining completely unbuttoned from throat to tails as she stood up unsteadily and bobbed and weaved her way into the kitchen around imaginary obstacles.

Zofi quickly dropped her left hand around my shaft to take Naimh's place, watching my face and listening to my happy moans as she pumped my prick for my pleasure while continuing to let me feed on her nipples. Another minute later, she bent to seal her lips over mine as we happily made out, and she simply hummed into my mouth when I reached up to play with and fondle her breasts. Even though the lissome brunette had yet to either suck my dick or show any interest in having sex with me, she certainly enjoyed French kissing with me a ton. And she'd handled my penis with aplomb enough times to convince me she was no closet lesbian.

“I call ‘next'!" Belle announced, surprisingly loud for such a small girl. She got up from her seat and came over to sit beside me and Zofi.

But Zofi didn't make her wait, and before I knew it, Belle was bent over my Lap bobbing her face up and down, her Lips forming powerful suction over my cock while I threw my head back and gasped at the pleasure. Zofi stuck around, giggling and kissing my cheek while occasionally feeding me one of her nipples.

“No fucking," Sam ordered loudly, and quickly got a pair of boos from both Belle and Naimh.

“Not YET at least. We just fucking GOT here! We have three more days! Don't make him pop yet!"

Mari laughed. "It's not a BTC hangout if Sam isn't yelling, ‘Don't make him pop!"

Sam rubbed her forehead. "Truer than I care to admit. You wanna go next after Belle?"

Mari smiled. "Nah, you go ahead. Belle and I won the ro-sham-bo for tonight, remember?"

“That's right, bitch.”

Mari giggled.