League of His Own Ch. 10

I felt her lips on my cheek then her hot breath by my ear. "You are wonderful at eating my pussy, Danny," she whispered, "You can eat my pussy whenever you want. Come to school occasionally and just perch me on my desk and go to town. Make me cum a few times before my next lesson."

"Probably just make most of the other teachers jealous."

That's been my life for the past year. Six women who make me incredibly happy. Six women who are now the best of friends and consider each other family. Six women who keep the lid on any jealousy by discussing any issues. I know there are occasional issues though Mum is the 'leader' and ensures that I'm not dragged into any conflicts, however minor they might be. Six women who seem to be just as happy with me in return. I don't think I could really ask for anything more when it comes to my personal life. Well... Getting married to Kim is still in the cards, and I know Wendy is broody as hell, eager for us to start trying for a child as soon as realistically possible. The latest idea is that Wendy, Kyla and Aimee all end up pregnant around the same time as each other.

As for Rebecca, she hasn't mentioned any children yet. If she wants them, it's something we can discuss. If not, she will certainly be seen as an auntie to all our children.

I knew how lucky I was. I hoped it wouldn't blow up in my face, but as long as everyone remained happy with the arrangement, I wasn't really willing to change a thing.

*****

"What's up, coach?" I asked after knocking on his open door.

He grinned at me and gestured to the chair opposite him. "Take a seat, Danny."

Taking a seat in the rather comfortable chair, we made small talk about our season so far. Things were still going well. We were sitting rather comfortably in the top four and we had what would be considered winnable games for at least our next half a dozen as every side was below us on the table.

My phone started to ring, Brian gesturing for me to answer it. I didn't recognise the number and was ready to just ignore it when Brian insisted that I answer. "Hello?" I answered carefully.

"Hello, Danny. It's Madge here."

Michael 'Madge' Maguire is the coach of the New South Wales Blues State of Origin side. I glanced at Brian to see him grinning broadly at me. "Oh, hey there. What's up?"

"I'll get straight to the point so I don't draw this out, Danny. Selections of the next State of Origin series have finished and the reason for my call is that you will be part of the squad for the first game in Sydney. With Cleary's retirement from rep. footy, we've agreed that we need to look to the future. And you're it, son. You'll be wearing the number seven in game one."

I'll be honest. I nearly fainted and had no idea what to say. Many still can't agree on what means more to a rugby player. Winning a Grand Final for your club? Wearing the green and gold of Australia? Or wearing the colours of your state in State of Origin? Many consider the State of Origin series the toughest three games of rugby league on the planet. It's ferocious. Played at breakneck speed. The best will thrive. The rest... They never last.

"Holy shit! You're serious?" I finally exclaimed.

I heard him laugh on the other end of the line. "Deadly serious, kid. You've impressed everyone during the last two training camps. A couple of my associates were keen to put you in the seventeen. But Cleary and Hynes had a good combination going. Cleary was in our ear about making sure that you were our replacement. Even Mal has been on the phone to me, and he's a fucking Queenslander. Everyone wants to see the best players in Origin."

I was silent for a few seconds before I finally just said, "Thanks, Madge."

"No problem, kid. Just thought I'd give you a heads-up as the team list will be sent to the media in time for the evening news. Might want to gather your friends and family around the television for that one. I'll be in touch with further details later in the week. Good luck this weekend."

"Yeah, thanks, Madge. Hope to hear from you soon." Hanging up the phone, I looked across the desk at Brian. "You knew, didn't you?"

"Of course. We're always given a heads-up regarding representative selections. Despite our recent success, there are too many incumbents in the Blues squad for any of our other players to really get a sniff. Cleary retiring opened up the halfback spot and to be honest, Danny, your form over the past couple of seasons has made you a shoe-on for the role. Just don't go out there and fuck it up."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"I say it in jest. But you know it'll be like nothing you've played. Think finals footy is tough? Origin is a completely different beast. You're going to feel aches and pains at the end of eighty minutes of Origin that you've never felt before."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No. Go home to see your family tonight and enjoy the news with them. Your teammates will be ready to roast you something fierce when you get back for training in the morning."

He shook my hand before I walked out of his room, returning to the changing room to find it empty as I figured the call was placed at a time that I could be given the news and absorb it in private. I sat down and I nearly started to cry. It wouldn't match the birth of my children, but I'll admit that it came bloody close. Every young man or woman playing rugby league dreams of playing State of Origin. Even players not born in Australia but who might be eligible to play Origin would give everything for the blue or maroon of their state.

I managed to give nothing away when I arrived home, Kyla, Aimee and the kids greeting me cheerfully as always. Kim, Wendy, Rebecca and Mum arrived home by 6pm and in time for the evening news, the sport always coming later in the broadcast. I'll be honest and admit that I barely watched the news due to Australia being dominated by the Murdoch or other press that clearly had vested interests. Even the ABC had lost its impartiality over the years.

"The squad for the New South Wales State of Origin side has been released just before we came on air this evening... And there is a new halfback for the side after the retirement of Nathan Cleary from representative football after New South Wales whitewashing last season. Daniel Cole of West Sydney Rangers has been selected to play alongside Nico Hynes..."

I barely heard the rest as I had six women practically screaming with excitement. I'm sure I sat there with a satisfied grin on my face. At least until Kyla smacked my shoulder. "You knew and didn't tell us, don't you?" she exclaimed.

"Madge called me this afternoon to let me know. I've already been sent some details. I'll be heading into training camp after the game this weekend."

"Girls, get dressed. We're heading out for dinner!" Mum announced.

The women spent at least an hour getting dressed while I had a shower and wasn't surprised that I was joined by Kyla. I think everyone would have heard her moans as she ended up bent over, hands against the tiled wall, as I slammed my cock into her.

"Fuck yes!" she cried, "Fuck me, Danny. Love feeling my brother's cock inside me."

"You should be getting ready!" I heard Aimee call out as the door to the bathroom opened, "Damn it, what about the rest of us?"

"He can fuck you later," Kyla moaned, "Just thought I should congratulate him in a certain way."

"Tight sister pussy is the best way," I grunted, hands at her hips as I pounded her harder.

"Oh fuck," Kyla groaned, "Totally not cleaning myself out. Going to carry your cum through dinner."

"Or you have a pre-dinner snack?"

"Yes!" she cried, "Let me know. Want it in my mouth. So... fucking turned on, Danny..."

By the time we gathered in the living room to leave, Kyla was blushing slightly while I had a satisfied grin on my face. All my lovers greeted me with a soft kiss on the lips. "I love hearing my children fuck," Mum stated, "There is no doubt that my son makes sure my daughters are well and truly content."

"More than content, Mum. You know I can't get enough of his big dick," Kyla stated.

"Think you have enough in the tank to fuck all of us later?" Rebecca wondered.

"Orgy!" Wendy exclaimed to the giggles of the others, "Or would it be a gangbang if we all just rode him until we came?"

"Why not both?" Kim replied.

We visited a nearby restaurant where we would be considered regulars. My face was known well enough that I would be greeted by the owner, escorted to a table and the waitress who served us was incredibly attentive. The food was always excellent, and I was now at the stage of my career where the occasional person though usually kids would come up and ask for a photograph or autograph. I didn't always mind as most people were respectful and left me alone when I was enjoying some private time.

Returning home with our appetites well and truly satisfied, we gathered in the living room as everyone else from the other house arrived as they'd also heard the news. Everyone in both houses was a massive rugby league fan and was full of questions about what I should expect. I offered the chance to get them all tickets to the two games that would be in Sydney. Mum immediately said that they'd just watch the game in Brisbane on television.

After our guests returned to their own home for the evening, while it didn't turn into an orgy or group sex, Kim was the first to make a move, slowly undressing each other before I sat back on the couch as she straddled my lap, a soft moan escaping her as she lowered herself down on my cock. Though I knew the other five were watching, my eyes were only on Kim as I moved my hands over her body, our mouths rarely parting as she rode me faster and faster.

"I love watching them together," Wendy said softly, "When the three of us are having fun, I love being on his mouth but facing away so I can watch Kim enjoy his cock. Or I'll just lie next to them and watch them make love."

"Our brother just has the best dick ever," Aimee stated happily, "It's a good thing that I don't need it as constantly as others." I glanced to see Aimee was looking at our sister. "Isn't that right, Kyla?"

Kyla snorted. "Please. As soon as he had his dick inside me that first time, I had no chance."

"Me too," Kim moaned, "He was only ever going to be my first and only. I just didn't know I'd be sharing."

Wendy was naked and sat behind Kim, kissing Kim's neck which earned a soft gasp. "And now that you are sharing him?"

Kim turned her head to kiss Wendy before she needed to break the kiss when she giggled. "He always gets harder and thicker whenever he sees us kiss," Kim stated, "He totally loves having two girlfriends... Sorry, three now. Rebecca, are you okay?"

"You guys are so fucking hot together," Rebecca stated, glancing to see her masturbating on an armchair nearby, "Just make sure he has enough available so I can have a ride later."

"I'll make sure Wendy sucks his cock nice and clean."

"Love tasting his cum and your pussy together," Wendy stated, "You two have changed me. I used to be a sweet and innocent young woman."

There was more than one snort before laughter erupted. Kim's hands ended up on my shoulders and I knew she was getting close, grinding faster and faster. She kissed me again as she moaned into my mouth, feeling her pussy start to clench around my cock. She broke the kiss and cried out loud, whimpering more than once as she enjoyed an orgasm.

"I love you," she whimpered, "I love you so much, Danny."

"Cum in the poor girl," Mum stated, "She needs it, sweetie."

I did cum a couple of minutes later, earning a loving smile from Kim as she happily settled on my lap and snuggled against me. Wendy lifted herself up to snuggle into one side while Kyla did the same to my other, turning to kiss each of them. Rebecca was still masturbating nearby, Aimee and Mum were naked though happy to just watch everything. This wasn't a regular occurrence, but just occasionally, I would be enjoying intimacy with a lover and the rest would eventually come and watch.

To my slight surprise, when it came to heading to bed a little later, the living room emptied until I was left with my mother. Sitting back on the couch, she smiled somewhat shyly before straddling my lap, resting herself against my hard cock though ensuring it didn't slide inside her. Her fingers caressed my cheek before she left a soft kiss on my lips.

"So proud of you, sweetie," she whispered, "You've worked so hard to get to where you are. And I still pinch myself to this day that I'm intimate with you."

"You know how much I love you, Mum," I whispered back.

"I've never been in doubt as to how much you love me. As much as you have always owned a piece of my heart. I can't wait to see you step foot onto the field of Accor Stadium wearing the blue of New South Wales. I know you'll lead the boys to victory."

"Confident?"

"The only wish I have is that I would love to share what we have with the world. And I know there is a part of Kyla and Aimee who wish the same thing. What the four of us share together is beautiful and should be cherished and applauded. I know there are probably thousands if not millions of men out there who would love this sort of relationship with their mother or sisters. I just hate that nearly everything we do is behind closed doors." She paused and then managed a smile. "I will never, ever be jealous of what you share with Kim, Wendy and Rebecca. Those women are so fucking devoted to you, Danny."

"I know how lucky I am, Mum. It's the only thing that worries me. That my luck will run out."

"Never!" she stated in a manner to reassure me, "Kim will be your wife. Wendy and Rebecca will be co-wives. Kyla and Aimee will be sister-wives."

"And you, Mum?"

That's when her bottom lip started to tremble. "I love you so much, baby. I'll be your mother-wife until the day I die."

I made her giggle as I easily stood up while she wrapped her arms and legs around me, carrying her through to her bedroom. Lying her down, Mum knew what I was going to do first as she knew how much I loved eating her pussy before we made love. And I loved making her orgasm. I waxed lyrical about her scent and taste, and when I made her cum for the first time, her fingers tightened around my hair and she whimpered, begging me not to stop.

When she was finally begging for my cock, I lifted myself up and slowly sank it inside her, watching her eyes as they glistened. I was used to my mother being somewhat emotional when we joined, and I'll admit that I always savoured the moment. Mum would often talk about how much I loved her, but I even scared myself at times by the strength of my feelings. Most sons loved their mothers more than anyone else, and as much as I owned a piece of her heart, she certainly had a large piece of mine.

"That's it, baby," she moaned softly as our bodies moved together, "Make love to your mother."

'You know we'll never stop," I groaned, "As long as you want me, Mum, we'll be intimate."

"I could never tire of this. Of being intimate with my son. Of feeling his big fucking dick inside me!"

"You girls are going to give me such an ego when you talk about my dick," I stated with a chuckle.

"Because it feels so fucking good, baby. Your cock was made for my pussy. As much as it was made for your sisters. And Kim, Wendy and Rebecca... My god, I love watching you with them too. So beautiful. So hot. So fucking... I can't wait until they're all carrying your baby too."

"And you, Mum?" I whispered.

"I wish I could, baby. I really wish I could. To have your baby... But it's okay because I get to enjoy this whenever we want. Cum in me, baby. I'm your woman. Always been your woman. Always be your woman. Until the day I die."

"I love you, Mum."

"I love you so much, baby."

I was woken the next morning by five giggling women, opening my eyes to see my other five lovers in the doorway, noticing Mum snuggled into my side and it was obvious we'd spent most of the night making love. Kyla walked over, leaning across to kiss Mum on her cheek.

"Never forget her, Danny," Kyla whispered.

Aimee leaned over and kissed her cheek too. "Mum will never not be important to all of us."

Kim, Wendy and Rebecca stood by the bed with smiles on their faces. Mum slowly woke up and started to blush as she noticed the audience, snuggling tighter against me, pulling up the covers as she giggled to herself. "Sorry, girls..."

"Never apologise for loving our brother, Mum," Kyla insisted, "You obviously needed him last night. It's why we left him well alone."

It was a weekday, so Mum and Rebecca had to get ready for work, Kim and Wendy for studying, while Kyla and Aimee were busy getting the kids up and ready for the day while looking after our home. I'd offered more than once to have someone come in to do the cleaning and other things, but all I ever received was smiles and assurance they were happy to look after our home.

The next couple of weeks passed rather quickly for us all. For me, it was the standard attending training nearly every day and then a game on either Thursday or Friday night or on the weekend. I had two matches before I would be attending State of Origin camp and I would be missing a few club games. Thankfully, those last two club games resulted in wins for the Rangers. And not to toot my own horn, but I felt that my game was even better. It was like the call-up to the Blues was a shot in the arm regarding my confidence.

Training with the Rangers was tough. Training with my fellow Blues was something else. I knew it would be as it was preparing us for the three toughest games some of the players might face all season. Meeting Madge for the first time in a couple of years had us both smiling. He admitted to following my career closely and added that even Cleary had kept an eye on my form. Considering my youth, the hope was that I would perform well during this first series and then make myself the incumbent halfback for the next decade. But I had to make sure that I did the job expected of me.

State of Origin matches are played midweek on a Wednesday. I didn't play for the Rangers the preceding Saturday, watching the game on television with all of my Blues teammates. It was a close game, and to my immense relief, my replacement halfback did a good enough job to lead the side to a very close win. I mean the sort of win that was only confirmed in the last couple of minutes.

Arriving at Accor Stadium a couple of hours before kick-off on Wednesday, allowed those of us making our debuts a little time to get used to the atmosphere. Plenty of fans were already sitting or standing in the grandstands, and after we'd changed into our training kit, we ran out onto the field to a chorus of cheers.

"Drink it in, boys," Madge told us before we left the dressing room, "You think it's loud now. Wait until you run out a minute before kick-off. Get a feel of the air. Get a taste of the grass. Feel the ball in your hands. Danny, kick the ball a lot. Just test the weight. The football isn't any different, but in that atmosphere, during this game, it's going to feel different in those pressure moments. For now, just take your time and don't let the occasion get to you. You're all professionals. This is just another game of footy. Nothing more than what you used to play in the park."

"Except eighty thousand fucking people are watching us!" our fullback exclaimed.

"True. Yet most of those eighty fucking thousand are here to see us win," Madge retorted, "Now get the fuck out of here. Get yourselves nice and warm. You know those cunts next door will be baying for blood once the whistle is blown."

Warm-up went well, and we returned to the sheds for last-minute instructions from the coach and the trainers. We'd gone over the game plan numerous times during the week. We knew all seventeen of the opposition players rather well. We knew they'd be throwing the proverbial kitchen sink at us and that it would be relentless for eighty minutes. We'd barely have time to catch our breaths except for the ten minutes at halftime.