And then her arms collapsed, mashing her face and chest down onto the mattress while she twisted her head to the side so she wouldn't suffocate. Instead, she merely gasped for oxygen, her body continuing to quiver a little bit and occasionally spasm a lot from climactic aftershocks.

Her Legs probably would have collapsed too, were she not held aloft by my dick in her no-longer virgin pussy. I kept myself at full-depth, holding onto her hips in a tight grip to keep my crotch mashed right up against hers. I let her enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss for a couple of minutes, just sort of slowly grinding myself around the inside of her vaginal chute to maintain my erection while watching her walk a tightrope Line between conscious bliss and blissful unconsciousness.

In the end, she didn't quite pass out. Her breathing slowed, her irises refocused, and she glanced back at me with a bit of a sloppy grin. "Oh my lord, Matty," she muttered softly, her eyes unfocusing again as she stared away into the middle distance. "That was... was... I can't even..."

“Not bad for your first time, huh?" I said with a chuckle, proud of myself for giving her such a great orgasm. She'd had some pretty good ones from me eating her out, but I'd NEVER seen her blow her top quite like that.

Her eyes came back to me.

“If sex is gonna be like this all the time, we're gonna do it a LOT. I'm amazed the others haven't moved into your house yet."

I chuckled again, withdrawing a few inches and then smoothly pushing myself back in. Her eyelids fluttered while I did that.

“I can't promise it'll be Like this every time, Angel, but I'LL definitely try to live up to your expectations.”

Mari smiled warmly at me, this time without any sexual heat, just the same kind of warm, kind-hearted smile she'd always had for me even before we ever started doing sex stuff. "You already have, Matty. You already have."

I did manage to give Mari a second orgasm before finally busting my nut. By then, we had changed positions so that I was on top, her legs wrapped around my waist so she could watch my facial expressions changing from the pleasure her pussy gave me. We kissed a lot that way;

Mari had always been fond of kissing, even when we'd progressed past making out and the other girls (cough: Naimh) wanted to spend more time with my dick in their mouths (ironic, since Mari turned out to be the

BJ Queen of the BTC). I was glad I'd decided to take off her high-heels, or else my back would've had tons of impact marks. I never did get my socks off though until after I came.

Per Belle's script, I gave her plenty of warning that I was getting close to cumming. Mari wrapped her arms around my neck, held me close, and fastened her lips over mine. She wanted to be kissing me while feeling my cock spurt jets of scalding hot lava into her womb for the very first time, and a minute later, she got her wish.

Mother's warning about protection still pinged in the back of my brain, but Belle had assured me Mari was on the pill now, and that she'd specifically targeted this Saturday night to be certain it would be effective. So I let myself go, groaning into my angel's mouth while creaming her cunt with every drop I'd built up all night. I really flooded her, actually, because after I came and pulled out, we spent another thirty minutes in my bed just lying there and talking before starting round 2, and every now and again she had to stop and get more tissues to blot up the jism that never seemed to stop leaking out of her.

“I'm thinking we may have to organize some kind of schedule, even though Sam said she didn't want that," Mari commented while pillowing her head on my chest. We reclined together against my headboard with several pillows propping up my lower back.

“Sam likes Mondays, Neevie on Tuesdays, Zofi can have Wednesdays, and I've always Liked Thursdays.

Then on Fridays we can all have fun together, and the whole BTC will still be ‘in balance’."

“What about Belle?"

Mari snorted.

“Belle's gonna fuck you every weekend as it is, and probably a few weeknights as well.”

I chuckled and sighed. "I don't know if the others will go for a rotating schedule though. It takes the spontaneity out everything and reeks of obligation. Like, I don't want anyone looking at their calendar thinking, ‘Oh, today's my day to put out for Matty.'"

“I think you've got that backwards. You're a gift, like Christmas morning, and we'd all be Looking forward to the day we get to unwrap you."

I chuckled.

“Well, maybe if your schedule wasn't actually about sex.

Like, we've let Sam always be in charge, right? Well, what if the rest of you got to be in charge for a day every week? Nobody's obligated to have sex, not even me, but it's understood that on Thursdays, Mari's wants and needs get priority, et cetera. It's kinda like you girls calling 'next', only it's already understood that you've got ‘next’ because that's your day.”