Many Thanks

A duet of moans escape both Mia and I as I slowly lift off of her cock, feeling every inch sliding out before it flops down onto her belly. I kiss her head sweetly then attend to my blissed out Princess even as her cum dribbles down the back of my inner thigh. Cooing happily and still shuddering in her afterglow Mia nuzzles into my neck, taking deep breaths through her nose to get my full scent, as I clean her up with some tissues then release her from the chair and remove her collar.

Kissing the collar I slip it into her hand. “You keep this. I want you to wear it during our good night calls.” Wrapping the leash into a coil I toss it into the drawer of the nightstand. “I’ll be keeping this for the next time we can play properly.”

She nods, her flushed face aglow, and put collar back into her pocket. I pull up her panties and tuck away her still half-hard cock then pull her skirt down to hang naturally. Pulling her to her feet I smooth her clothes. Except for the sheen of sweat across her brow, her disheveled hair and the silly grin on her face she looked just as she had when she walked in.

“Now, thank me for owning you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Thank me for taking your virginity.”

“Heh! Thank you, Sir.”

“And I think you owe me a thanks for that ruined orgasm from a bit ago.”

“Pfft! Thank you, Sir!” She titters. “You are so kinky!”

“You’re welcome.” Taking her by the shoulders I look into her eyes and I drop the ‘Sir’ just for a moment. “I do love you, Mia.” I kiss her cheek. “Go clean up and join the others.”

“Yes, Sir.” With a giggle she nods again and, after a pause, surprises me with a kiss to the lips. “I love you too.” With that she hurries for the door. As with Bri I hear some hoots and comments from the others as Mia appears from after her turn with the Prince.

I shuffle to the bed and flop down onto it. “Ohhhhh.”

Though I loved every second of my time with Mia I was grateful she was gone. With her cum right now being absorbed into my system in addition to Bri’s I was rapidly becoming ‘soft’ to the point where being ‘Sir’ wouldn’t be possible for much longer. My ass thrummed with the pleasure of being fucked back to back and my whole body was all warm and tingly. Still recovering I hadn’t even thought about who might be next when suddenly…WHAM! The door bursts open!

From the living room Heather calls. “Don’t wreck the house!”

Already peeling out of her Flyers jersey Julie calls back. “He can fix it, can’t he?” She slams the door behind her and hurls the wadded up jersey at my naked form. “Hold the applause, cutie.” She says as she untucks the t shirt she had on as an underlayer from her jeans. Usually one for casual clothes Julie looked GOOD in snug denim, filling it out nicely both front and back. “Yours truly is next, lucky boy.”

“Whoo! At least I know this won’t last long.” I tease, referencing back to her being ‘Prejac Julie’. “I could use an easy one after Mia and Bri.”

She laughs. “You are such a dick!” Her blue eyes gleaming she glances at my fully exposed penis. “Such a tiny, minuscule, microscopic little dick.”

“Quick shot.”

“Shrimp dick.”

“Premie.”

“Nubbins McStubbins.”

“Nubbins McStubbins!? Ha ha ha!” I roll on the bed laughing. Rolling onto the jersey she’d thrown me I sit up and slip it on. “Hey, thanks for the jersey. Just my size.”

“My Hextall!?” She protests, then after a moment shrugs. “Fuck it. It’s yours. Looks too damn cute on you anyway.” With a chuckle she checks me out as she zips down her fly. “Always wanted to rail a guy in a Flyers Jersey.”

“I figured.” I wink. Lounging on one elbow, now clad in Julie’s jersey, I watch her peel out of her jeans. Neither plump nor lean, well built but soft in all the right places, Julie grunge fashion hid a real stunner. I have to hide my smile as she stumbles from one leg to the other as she hurries to strip down. “I just wanted to say thanks again for having my back out there. The look on Liam’s face when you hit him in the ribs…”

“Ha!” She laughs. “Always wanted to take that boy down a peg. Didn’t want to go to a game with him anyway. Fuckin Penguins fan. Swear he chose them just to spite me. But you gotta jersey now, you’re claimed. Lifetime contract.”

“Go Phillies.”

“Flyers.”

“Right.” I pat the logo on my chest.

“Phillies are cool too.” Pulling off her shirt she is left in just her black sports bra and black panties as she flops down beside me. Putting her arm around my neck she pulls me into her chest, my face half mashed into her boob, then gives me a noogie followed by a kiss to the same spot. “I love ya, kid.”

“Lurve you too.” I say, voice muffled by breast as my eyes are focused down on the growing bulge in her panties. “So…top or bottom?”

“Ha ha ha! You WISH you had the choice!” She hoots as I suddenly bite her tit through the bra. “HEY! You little bugger!”

The very next moment we are wrestling on the bed. Slapping and grabbing, groping and twisting, kissing, sucking, stroking and squeezing we both grapple for superiority. I grab her tits she grabs my dicks. I lick her abs she grabs my hair and pushes me down for a snootful of balls. Grunting and laughing, so much laughing, we play out the last Wrestlemania on the bed, around, and back on to the bed of the spare room. Wildly flailing limbs knock over a lamp, the clasp of her bra snaps and the garment is sent sailing, and at one point I hear the frame of the bed crack but thankfully holds. And after all the chaos…

“Ooof!” I grunt as, in the end, I am slammed face first into the mattress. I try to push up but she shoves me straight back down again. “Uff!”

Julie grabs one of my arms and then the other and pins them to the small of my back. Leaning her weight down into me, pressing me deep into the bedding, she grinds her bulge into the crack of my ass. “Does that answer your question?”

“No fair.” I struggle against her…but not too hard. “Rrr!” I kick and squirm but she had me right where she wanted me, and where I wanted her.