Pt. 04

Bachelor Behavior 2 - Part 4

by Simon Underfoot

Copyright 2024-2025, All Rights Reserved

Day 2

I woke up when I got elbowed in the ribs, though it took a few moments to figure that out. There were a couple somebodies laying haphazardly across my body and a cascade of hair covering part of my face, including several strands that had worked their way into my mouth. Moving slowly, I managed to push myself upright, then onto a knee. It was too dark to see, but from the lack of space and number of limbs I'd bumped against, it was a fairly safe assumption Nia, Cheryl, and Tiffany were still with me.

The zipper sounded loud as I slowly opened and closed it. With space to move, I pulled up my pants and started looking around. Not that I didn't want to spend time with the lovely trio, but the two-person tent felt very close with four bodies and the heady smell of pussy was almost overpowering, though I hadn't been part of whatever happened after I passed out.

Only a sparse few of the ballroom's lights remained lit, and just dimly, enough to keep from walking into something and not much more. I made my way toward the mattresses, curious at the state of things after what I'd heard, but couldn't make out anything more than vague shapes. Disappointed, I crossed the long room and stepped into the hallway.

Not quite three in the morning, I needed to use the facilities and decided on a shower as well. About forty minutes later, clean and exhausted, I considered just collapsing into bed. A long moment of indecision followed, but I didn't want to worry anyone who might come looking for me so I made my way back to the ballroom.

Good choice.

A small huddle of women were standing not far from where I re-entered; their conversation cut off and four faces turned to me. "Everything okay?" I whisper-asked. Nods from Tiffany and Nia; Cheryl looked pensive while Maria seemed unconvinced, crossing arms under her incredible bosom while she pouted -- I don't think it was affected. "I needed to use the restroom and then decided on a quick shower," I said to the Latina beauty before making eye contact with the others. "It got a little warm in the tent."

Maria relaxed, which let me do the same.

"It's still really early -- can we go back to bed?"

Smiling, Cheryl reached for my hand even as her co-conspirators moved away, but with a squeeze I disengaged. "I need a quick word with Maria." There was a moment of surprise on her lips, but Cheryl nodded agreeably and headed off, only looking back once. I watched her go, and seeing me watching made her smile more genuinely.

"What's wrong?"

For perhaps the first time in the short while I'd known her, Maria seemed uncertain. The silence stretched to more than a minute before she met my gaze. "I thought perhaps I had... gone too far... That you were upset and left."

I pulled her to me, wrapping her in what I hoped was a comforting hug. "Definitely not upset," I replied, speaking softly.

"You are sure?"

She still sounded uncertain, so I leaned close to her ear, brushing it with my lips as I spoke. "Hearing you all playing set me off -- I came so hard I blacked out. It was literally the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

'Really?' she asked with her eyes.

I nodded.

Her smirk returned, confidence fully replenished. "Then you will enjoy next time even more when I eat out one of those bitches while she rides your cock." A squeeze to said organ and she was sauntering away, her wiggle visible even in the nearly dark room. I felt ridiculous, mouth agape, staring after her. It probably wasn't her intention, but sleep was no longer my priority.

Pushing down my pants as I climbed through the tent, I found the three women lined up side by side and I got harder, though I wouldn't have thought it possible. "Unbelievable." I peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside.

In the middle, Tiffany slowly lifted her legs, then spread them fantastically wide, helped by the others who each took hold of one. A trimmed black pussy stared up at me from the deep shadows, gaping, welcoming, and already wet. I wanted so badly to just slide in, but...

There would be no going back, crazy as that sounds. Fucking ten women -- juggling such intimate relationships and strong feelings -- I knew it would be too much, that I'd lose myself, and in the process maybe lose the chance at finding my forever.

But we could still have fun.

Her surprised gasp was amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed mapping out her nether lips with my tongue. Tiffany didn't seem to get off from a finger in her puss, but a little tickling around her other hole had her squeaking, which set the other two off in fits of giggles. "Not fair," she complained as I teased her, keeping her on edge... then I nipped her clit with my teeth and pushed in to the first knuckle. Her entire ass lifted from the floor, putting her weight on the other two as she thrust her hips into the air, screaming silently and shaking violently. Her asshole pulsed around my digit and I could actually see her cunt spasming in time with her gyrations. One final full-body clench and she collapsed.

"Tiffany?" Cheryl's voice had a fair amount of concern for our dark hottie.

"Not fair," she faux-complained a second time in an exhausted, quiet voice. "He stuck a finger in my asshole."

It took a moment to register, the no-nonsense delivery throwing us off, but Cheryl, Nia, and I quickly broke into full laughter, then tried to quiet ourselves, which only made it worse. Barely able to breathe, I ended up laying on top of Tiffany, who was poking my ribs in retaliation. It was a couple minutes until we were back under control, which was fine, because I'd relaxed into the situation, feeling deeply content to be pressing all of my self against all of her self.

"You're okay?"

"Yeah," Tiffany answered, sounding quietly satisfied.

I kissed her cheek, then a brief peck on the lips before I pushed upward, intending to see what the other two had planned. Except an inadvertent shift of her hips, paired with inattention on my part, pushed the tip of my dick into a warm, moist hole. Tiffany and I both froze.

"Oh, God." It wasn't panic on my part -- just a realization as I slowly pushed forward that there was no way in hell I was going to stop. Spent a moment ago, Tiffany's energy immediately perked up and her legs wrapped around my hips, encouraging me to go further.

I bottomed out with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I'm not," she whispered back, and I could hear her smile.

If I was cynical, I might think that she was glad she'd been the first, that she was staking some claim of victory over her rivals, except that's not what I heard in her tone. It told me she was where she wanted to be, pinned by my weight, split by my cock. Sassy, spunky, and oh-so-cute, I fell for her in that moment, hearing the desire and satisfaction in her words.

"Do it," Nia whispered in my ear, chewing on the lobe while rubbing my ass. "Then you can fuck us." Classy and intelligent, she'd never spoken to me like that. I pulled out and thrust in again, a shiver racing through my body.

"Give it to her," Cheryl said from the other side, also massaging my rear. "Make her cum again."

I picked up speed a bit at a time and before too long established a steady rhythm. Like with her orgasm, Tiffany was largely silent, emitting only slight grunts when I hit a good spot, but she was responsive, shifting around, squeezing with her kegals, dragging her nails lightly down my shoulders and back. Lifting up, I started to fuck her harder, feeling my orgasm build.

Bump - bump - bump we went and my peak was approaching quickly.

"Oh, no!" A nearly silent exclamation, then Tiffany lost control, arching, shaking, writhing. Looking down, I saw our play partners each had a hold of a nipple, pinching and twisting, then I felt a wrist bump by butt and realized one of them had followed my lead and was tickling her anus.

"Fu-u-uck," I groaned, cumming hard into my still bucking partner, slamming into her with each pulse.

We both came up for air at the same time; lightheaded, it was a few moments before stars faded from my vision.

"Cheryl next," Nia said, pushing me gently yet assertively onto my back, disengaging my cock from Tiffany in the process, who was still experiencing aftershocks. Then Nia was holding me, using long, twisting strokes to keep me reasonably hard, completely indifferent to the mix of cum coating my slick phallus. A quick leg over and Cheryl presented her derriere to me in a classic reverse cowgirl position; a bare instant later Nia was lining me up.

Hypersensitive, I moaned as I entered. It was only partially physical. The mere notion of slipping my dick, still wet with another woman's juices, into a gorgeous lady was incredible. Fully sheathed, Cheryl started a slow movement with her hips, side to side with a little flare at each end, a figure eight that was absolutely incredible to experience. I was quickly hard enough to start moving again myself, then fully rigid when she leaned to the side and began gently kissing Tiffany, who had mostly recovered.

I continued with long, slow strokes, changing the angle a little every so often, seeing if she had a particular spot. It was wonderful, and Cheryl seemed to enjoy it, but didn't seem to be approaching orgasm.

Enter the other two.

It was difficult to determine specifics given my position and the lack of light, but I felt Nia playing with Cheryl's clit while I moved in and out. My dance partner got louder when Tiffany started massaging her hanging tits. From there it was a short ascent to the peak.

Cheryl's triumphant cry ended abruptly with staccato gasps as her muscles seized. A long moment, then a sudden release and I slipped out, followed by a stream of her cum. Worn out, Cheryl tipped onto her hip, then adjusted slightly until her head was resting on Tiffany's shoulder, cooing softly.

"My turn, Lover." Nia's voice was as sultry as I'd ever heard it, equal parts lust and affection.

It was a bit of a struggle for her to get situated on top of me, but that hardly mattered. The kisses were long and lingering as we moved together, reconnecting, making love like there'd never been a break.

I don't believe she came, but that had never been the point for her -- yes, she liked to get off and I loved her orgasm face, but the bonding was the important piece. So she rocked, and mewled softly, and nuzzled as we luxuriated together. I spent myself with a long exhalation, a wonderful, unhurried climax that I felt from toes to finger tips. Staying awake suddenly became terribly difficult, but there was something I was hoping for...

"Love you."

Her simple words were so quiet as to be almost inaudible, but entirely unambiguous. She couldn't see my answering smile, but definitely felt me pull her tighter for a long instant. Content, my own rekindled feelings validated, I let sleep whisk me away.

- - -

Max pulled me aside as I was heading toward breakfast, apologizing to the triple threat I'd spent the night and early morning with for doing so. "How you feeling?" His voice was pitched low so I knew this was meant to be private from both the ladies and the camera.

"Well enough," I replied, hedging. Truth was, I was feeling pretty guilty about violating my personal no-sex-yet pledge and wasn't sure what breakfast was going to look like.

He gave me a look letting me know he was unconvinced. After about a minute he nodded, but I think it was for his own benefit. "Just wanted to let you know we didn't broadcast the stuff from early this morning. As far as anyone knows, there was some heavy petting last night in the tents and that's it. Wanted to let you know."

"Uh, thanks. But... why? Wouldn't the truth be better for viewership?" In reality, I was tremendously relieved, though it was still probably silly to hope none of the other women had overheard our play.

He shrugged a bit sheepishly. "Maybe, maybe not. People seem to like watching you try to fend off the women. Plus, it would be much better to be able to see what was happening more clearly than with a high angle pinhole camera, and the whole 'night vision' thing tends to be pretty grainy."

No, I wasn't upset, but did feel a bit ridiculous. I'd assumed the tents were meant for privacy. "So now what?"

Max's characteristic smirk came back. "Same plan: carry on, find Mrs. Right. Though if I could offer a word of advice, you might want to minimize the group sex." There was no accusation in his look or tone, just a playfulness that might have bordered a bit on admiration.

"We'll see," I replied, shaking his hand. "Besides, it sounds like the real fun took place on the mattresses."

"Yeah, that was... unexpected." His eyes unfocused, remembering whatever it was he'd seen on video, and a grin spread.

"Worth seeing then."

He chuckled as he turned away. "Abso-fucking-lutely, but only the crew got to watch; the audience was stuck just listening."

Breakfast was a bit subdued with furtive glances being tossed around, along with a few guilty smiles. After about twenty minutes, I stood and tapped on my glass. I met ten sets of eyes before I started talking.

"For me, yesterday was a... roller coaster. High peaks, deep valleys. Now I'm here with ten incredible women... and I wouldn't change any of it."

I intentionally found Maria again and offered her a wink. She appeared fine, but a couple of others seemed to relax at my words.

"What I'd like to ask is that you be honest with me, and if you can, with yourselves. There are already feelings involved and they're only going to get stronger as we learn about each other. That's both exhilarating and terribly frightening." Deep breath and slow exhale while I met gazes again. "We'll work through this process together, and in the end, I really hope that at least most of us go away better for the experience. Okay?"

Nods all around and I felt tension leave my shoulders and neck. "Excellent. Does anyone know what Max has planned for us today?"

Like he'd been waiting for the cue, my buddy pinged all of us with a group text. Rather than pull out my phone, I watched the women's reactions, ranging from intrigued to apprehensive, and tried to figure out what we had on tap. I wasn't even close.

- - -

There's something to be said for attending a travelling carnival, especially when on a date. Eating awesomely disgusting fried food, winning prizes at rigged skill games, holding hands in the haunted house, and laughing together after surviving a spin on a thirty year old patched together tilt-a-whirl. Big Thrill Island had all of that and more, though it isn't an island and the thrills aren't particularly large. I'd never been, but was looking forward to it -- it'd been more than a decade since I'd ridden a roller coaster.

The ladies seemed to be generally on-board with the idea, though Maria hadn't ever been on an amusement ride and Francesca never visited a theme park of any kind. The ninety minute drive was filled with shared reminiscences: the time an uncle got stuck upside down on the loop-de-loop; an instance where a stranger three spots down the bench puked at the top of the viking ship's swing; a long slow ride with a former boyfriend through the tunnel of love.

Tiffany blushed when the others started teasing her for the last, though a couple more soon confessed to similar experiences.

More than half had lost an item during a ride, myself included: glasses, sandals, a hat. Tara admitted she'd lost her top once on a particularly aggressive gravitron and had to finish the ride covering herself.

"You 'lost' your top?" Babs' eyebrows and air quotes expressed her skepticism and Tara grinned back.

"Well, lost may be a bit of an exaggeration."

"A boy?" Cheryl suggested.

"A dare -- won me twenty bucks and a big stuffed bear from my best friend." Tara's grin was bright and the ladies laughed, though Francesca and Maria seemed to be having trouble following many of the references. I leaned forward to chat with them, but Alex was already there.

It was fun to watch the redhead try to supplement her explanation with gestures, because neither of our international friends had any real reference from which to start.

"Stick with us," Alex offered with a nod toward a couple of the others, which made me feel warm. I can imagine how hard it would have been if Maria and Francesca were left to fend for themselves in an unfamiliar situation with hundreds of sugared-up kids running around.

"Wait until you try an elephant ear," Kelsey added. "Literally my favorite dessert."

Raised eyebrows garnered more explanations, which led to sharing our favorite fair foods.

My personal go-to is a bloomin' onion, where they split one so it opens like a lotus, then batter and fry it, finishing the beautiful monstrosity with a spicy dipping sauce. Appreciative nods met my description, but it was Cheryl's recollection of visiting the dairy tent at the state fair for fresh ice cream that got everyone excited.

We arrived in good spirits, though I know mine diminished a bit when we saw the state of the amusement park. It wasn't run down,

per se

, but it had seen better days. On the other hand, the parking lot was only a quarter full, so waiting in lines wouldn't be a problem.

With wrist bands in-place to show that we could ride anything in the park and also have free access to the strategically placed beer stands, our group embarked

en masse

. Lots of folks in the park stared at us as was passed -- not surprising given ten beautiful women in a group followed by a couple of cameramen; I didn't know it at the time, but there was also a drone floating above us.

We started out with a mild ride: the teacups.

If you're not familiar, they're round booths shaped like their namesake that rotate around a central point; each cup has a fixed wheel in the center that allows the occupants to spin themselves independently in either direction. If all three or four people in a cup work together, they can get going very fast.

Tara, Alex, Tiana, and I got going very, very fast. I got off feeling very, very queasy.

It was weird because I'd never had the issue before, but I ruled out any more spinning rides immediately. After making sure I wasn't going to lose my breakfast, the ladies turned to light teasing, which I accepted with a roll of my eyes and a smile.

Maria wasn't entirely convinced, but Francesca was intrigued and joined the group moving on to the octopus. The rest of us ended up at the bumper cars. As soon as the attendant flipped on the power, I knew we were in for a wild ride, because even in the confines of the relatively small rectangular platform, they accelerated faster than any I'd ridden before.

My first collision was a glancing blow that put a father and his twelve year old on two wheels for a moment. They thought it was hilarious -- I decided to take it easy.

It meant that Maria just about gave me a concussion when she T-boned me, but the kiss she blew made it worthwhile. Kelsey drove me into a wall; Cheryl spun me completely around; Tiffany and Nia, riding together, howled with laughter when they slammed into me head-on.

I got off the ride with a headache, and yet seeing broad smiles on the ladies that had ridden with me -- or perhaps against me -- made it feel not-so-bad. Even so, I needed to be done for a while.

"You're sure?" Cheryl's face showed concern, but I waved it away.

"Have fun. I'm gonna head back to the pavilion and grab a drink."

A few moments of hesitation and some looks between them... then they were off. I waved as one or the other looked back at me, then found myself standing alone with the cameraman, Jake. A shrug, a smile, and we headed back to our home base.