Just about the time the kids started to get water-logged, the shopping crew returned. Carol took over the supervision of the kids while the other women dragooned me into carrying groceries. Paul and Joe conveniently disappeared into Joe's lair with their beer and memories...
Once the groceries were in, they shooed me out of the kitchen, and the four women started preparing some kind of feast for supper. They even kept Carol from their domain, but the smells that emanated from that kitchen and drifted out to the porch were mouth watering. Carol and I retired to the couch on the porch. The kids found one of their board games, and were soon playing quietly. The babies watched them intently for a while, but soon fell sound asleep, while Carol and I snuggled like old times.
Thanks to the planning and preparation of Joe and his daughter Janet, our first day at the cottage was much more relaxed than we had anticipated. All we had needed to do was make a trip into town to stock up on groceries. Riekie, Diane, Pie and Jo performed that task efficiently and quickly. While in town, Pie and Jo were able to take some time to go round by their old house for a short visit with their former neighbour, the lady who so kindly watched over it all winter until it was sold.
From what they reported to me later, they caused quite a stir with their old friend when they showed up on her doorstep. It must have been quite a shock for her to see a very much younger-looking Jo seven and a half months pregnant. To top it off, she and an equally youthful Pie were accompanied by two stunningly beautiful younger women in the same advanced stage of pregnancy — one a niece she hadn't seen in years and another they introduced as their daughter! It said a lot for the woman's character (and the soundness of her ticker!) when, while shocked, she certainly wasn't scandalized, and maintained a dignified and friendly demeanor. Mind you, she had witnessed the debacle with Bob Sr. last September and learned a lot then.
Never mind Jo being pregnant, the neighbour was amazed at the transformation in both Pie and Jo. Gone were the matronly clothes, hair done in severe buns, and the long faces she had known. Now she faced two vibrant, beautiful women with flowing locks and sexy dresses who smiled and laughed constantly. The poor woman hardly knew them.
When they lived next door to her, they had become very good friends and over the years had shared with her a little about their past. Consequently, the neighbour knew somewhat of their multiple marriage when they were young. When they told her they had re-united with their lost lover and Jo had gotten pregnant on the first night of their reunion, she was overjoyed for them. The only thing she expressed concern over was the usual one — Jo's age. They never did tell her their husband was also their brother, feeling that bit of information might be just a wee bit too much for the woman to handle (I wonder why?). They did explain Diane was actually their stepdaughter, though.
The women returned to the cottage from their shopping trip in good time despite the visit with Pie and Jo's neighbour, with the groceries carried in and stowed in short order. Then, as mentioned, those four ladies shooed everyone, including Carol, out of the kitchen while they prepared another of their feasts. Carol and I snuggled on the couch in the porch for a while but soon felt like doing something to burn off a little energy. The babies were asleep and wouldn't need to be fed for at least another hour. The four older kids were playing quietly. We asked the others to keep an eye on them while we went for a stroll to check out Joe's progress at clearing the old trail.
Carol was still wearing the bikini she'd worn to the beach, but when we returned to the house she'd tied on a little wrap-around matching sarong. The effect of that little scrap of cloth was devastating to my libido. She looked utterly ravishing, and getting her alone for a few minutes was high on my list of priorities. She knew it, and so did my other wives. Today was the twenty-first anniversary of the Friday when Carol and I first became physically intimate and a little private time for just the two of us was more than appropriate. After all, not only was it a special anniversary, it was the first time ever we were able to 'celebrate' it, and ... most importantly, we had returned to the very venue where it occurred. What could be more fitting!
Taking Carol by the hand, I led her out of the porch and around the house toward the beginning of the trail. As we left, Riekie called out for us not to be too long, supper would be ready shortly. We might have time to neck and cop a little feel, but that would be all. We were being allowed a little space, but not a lot. Oh well — be thankful for small mercies.
As we started up the trail, our arms comfortably around each other, both Carol and I were stunned at the amount of work Joe had accomplished. He told us during one of our calls setting up this vacation that he had the trail pretty well completed, but we had no idea he had accomplished this much! Joe had cleared the trail back to the dimensions we remembered — the traveled portion of an old farm lane.
Riekie, Carol and I, and sometimes Bob, had been able to walk comfortably abreast for most of the trail in those halcyon days. Over the intervening years, it had grown up into the almost impenetrable jungle Carol and I found the previous September, now almost a year ago. Now we could walk it again with ease. Amazed at the amount and quality of the work — all the cut brush removed and the stubs, always a tripping hazard, trimmed to or below ground level — we marveled at the restoration of one of our favourite places.
Bemused by the renewed enchantment of our trail, we strolled comfortably, arms about each other, unmindful of the original lust that had sent us out on a private stroll. Eventually we reached 'Riekie's rock'. By mutual unspoken consent, we decided to go no farther without the other wives. What we had seen so far showed that Joe had done an excellent job and we didn't need to see any more to confirm it. It just wouldn't be fair to Riekie, who had shared so much with us here, nor to Diane, with whom we wanted to share so much, if we went any further without them along. We paused at the stone where we had found Riekie crying, shared a long, intimate kiss and very tender embrace, and with some regret, turned back toward the house.
We would all come for our first real walk this evening after supper and rediscover the trail together. Carol and I, and the others, would have ample opportunity for private walks — and talks — during the next couple weeks. We could even stay longer if Diane and Riekie felt up to it — there was no great rush to return to the farm. Mom and Dad could tend the animals for a while longer, and they knew what needed to be done vis-à-vis the new house. For major decisions, we were only a phone call away.
Carol and I linked our arms about each other, and strolled leisurely back to the cottage. We laughed and joked quietly like the lovers we had been once and were again, stopping frequently to enjoy long tender embraces and soft lovers' kisses. Our return to the house coincided with the babies awakening for their next feeding. The kids helped me change the babes and Carol fed them. By the time Benji and Katelyn were fed, burped, and settled back into their carriers, the other women were calling us to supper.
The ladies set out the evening meal as a buffet. With fourteen of us, counting Joe, and up to seventeen when the boys and Janet were with us, we would have to work out a different form of seating so we could all be together for regular meals. <Later, we did solve it for most days by putting two picnic tables together and serving outside.>
Once everyone had gathered in the main room, Diane did the honours and offered a prayer of thanks to the Goddess. Soon, we all had our plates full of the delicious Dutch fare, and everyone found a place to sit — some at the table, others on the couch, and still others in the porch. Regardless of where we found a place to sit, once again we celebrated our family meal with love, fellowship, conviviality, and fun.
After the marvelous feast served up by the womenfolk, we men, supervised by Carol, pitched in to help with the cleanup. The ladies had put on such a delicious spread, the least the rest of us could do was wash up while they relaxed with their tea and unwound from their busy day. With the four of us working, many hands made light work, and soon we were able to join the cooks over after dinner coffee/tea and dessert.
My wives didn't stay settled for very long. They were just itching to go for our promised walk. Pie and Jo volunteered to watch the babes, while Paul and Joe said they would take the four oldest on a bit of a 'nature walk' along the lakeshore.
Joe teased the kids about snakes and frogs. I thought he was in for a bit of a surprise. None of the kids was the least bit afraid of reptiles, worms, fish, or amphibians, especially Jenny. That young worthy, on a number of occasions, had caused screaming consternation amongst her mothers when she brought a toad into the house to show them. She could not understand the near panic whenever one of her little 'friends' managed to get loose in the kitchen, and was absolutely mortified when it was suggested the poor creature be terminated. I'm not ashamed to admit the ten-year old in me got the better of me at those exciting times <GRIN>.
The few times I had been able to take the kids down to the river to do a little fishing this summer, they had all baited their own hooks. They never once balked at handling slimy worms and once shown how to do so safely, also took their own fish off the hook — good thing, too — the way those little fish magnets caught fish, I'd have been too busy to do any fishing of my own.
However, if Joe had teased them about spiders, then he'd have gotten a far more animated and negative response than the 'Hey, cool!' he did get. Mild arachnophobia seems to be pandemic among the Lloyd women folk...
Katelyn and Benji had been fed just before supper, so weren't all that hungry. Carol offered them a suck, but they took little. To be prepared, she took the time to express some milk so there would be some handy if the babies got hungry before we got back, and to forestall any discomfort she might feel in her breasts if we were a little late. Carol's need to be 'drained' was as regular and on the same schedule as the babes' appetite.
As we were on vacation, we let the kids stay up late, allowing us the time to take a leisurely walk without having to rush back. We knew the grandparents would ensure they were well entertained without resorting to that modern babysitter, the TV — in fact there wasn't one on the premises.
Diane and Riekie were as 'fit' as they could be considering their advanced stage of pregnancy, and if we kept the pace down, could walk a significant distance. They looked delightful in their close-fitting summer dresses. Before we left, Carol changed from her daring bikini and sarong into a summer dress more suited to the cool evening air.
With hugs to the kids and admonishments to mind the Oma's, arms about each other, we started out for our walk with lots of daylight left. I slipped an arm around a girl, Carol on my right, Riekie on my left. They each put their arm around me, and Diane did the same on Carol's right. Once again, I was strolling along our favourite trail with the most beautiful women in the world on my arms — the King was back!
The evening was clear and mild, with that golden glow just prior to a summer sunset. As we strolled, we passed different spots on the trail that held specific fond memories, upon which Riekie, Carol and I reminisced, regaling Diane with tales of that idyllic summer so long ago and yet so near. It was mainly for Diane's benefit (so we said... ), but also for our own, as we reconnected with that magical summer when it all began and excised more of the hurt from the aftermath.
We pointed out the spot where Riekie first declared her love for us, and not far from there, the stone where we found her crying the night we married her — coincidentally at the same spot.
Farther up, we pointed out the entrance to the lane leading to the barn. We stepped through just far enough for us to take a good look at it. Joe had been busy here, too. His cleanup, from what we could see, had been subtle, but one thing did stand out — the roadbed was a riot of colour from the wild flowers Joe had sewn as I requested. Diane was literally blown away by the beauty of the scene.
"You guys have told me over and over what a beautiful, enchanted spot this is, but I always suspected there was a touch of exaggeration born of nostalgia. Even with Princess and Baby's drawings, I thought it was just too good to be real, and took it with a grain of salt. Now I see it, and realize my skepticism has done you and this marvelous place a grave injustice. I see that your own words and pictures actually fail to adequately describe the supernatural beauty and serenity of this wondrous place."
Goddess! When had my little pixie become so eloquent! All we could manage to answer in response to Diane's tribute was to dumbly nod and inarticulately agree: "Yeah! Beautiful.We tol' ya!" Why is it that when you need them, words fail you? I guess what can cause some to wax poetic causes others to be at a loss for words...
Carol squeezed her smaller wife affectionately. "Muffin, you just wait until we take you up that road to the old barn. Then you'll not only see the full beauty of this place, you'll experience what can only be described as the magic of it."
Diane cooed and snuggled closer into Carol's embrace. "Oooo! I can hardly wait!" She turned her face to Carol and they shared a tender kiss which spread to Riekie and me before we turned back toward the main trail.
With a longing gaze, we stepped away from the entrance to the old road and continued our walk along the trail. Carol and I had seen how badly overgrown the old trail had been, and as we traversed its length never ceased to be amazed at how much effort Joe had expended to restore it. It seemed no sooner would we discover some wonderful indication of Joe's evidently Herculean effort, when we would round a bend or peer into a copse and behold yet another of his wonders.
Riekie summed it up when she observed. "Are you sure Joe cleared this? He's done such a marvelous job, I can hardly see where he's removed anything — it looks just like I remember, except many of the trees are a lot bigger now."
I squeezed her to me. "Princess, I dunno how Joe did it all in the time he had, considering the work on the house and the old barn, too, but he sure did a fine job, eh? Maybe he's a little magical himself, eh? Given some of the things that have happened to all of us over the years, and especially where this place is concerned, it wouldn't surprise me if we had found our very own elf or possibly genie to magically do our bidding." Privately, I still tended to think of Joe as the incarnation of Tom Bombadil, 'the Oldest One', whose 'magic' came from the land itself.
The others heard us, and we all laughed at the absurdity of such a thing, but still ... Joe had gone to some lengths to make it look as if the trail had not been overgrown at all and the results were, at the risk of overusing the word, magical — at least to us. The stubs were trimmed to below ground level, and the brush removed. One had to look very close indeed to see that the roadway had actually been cleared recently.
Near the end of the trail was the little dell with the leaning tree that Carol and I had found that allowed us to step off the trail for some intimate privacy. We'd stopped here to make love many times that summer, and after we joined with Riekie, had loved her here as well.
Last September, Carol and I found the nook again, but in its 'jungle' state didn't feel comfortable to do anything except cuddle and remember. Joe had worked his clearing magic here, too, and once again, it was that lovely dell lending itself to love and intimacy.
We regaled Diane with several stories about this spot. She especially enjoyed hearing how we actually 'christened' the leaning tree on Carol's and my wedding night. This was always a happy spot. Carol and I had stopped here many times to love each other, but we had also had many of our more meaningful and productive conversations here as well. It was here that we discussed how we felt about Riekie and decided to add her to our knot (if she'd have us, that is!).
The four of us spent quite a long time cuddled into a group hug as we remembered and shared. I had thought earlier that we might actually get into something of a group grope — and possibly re-christen the leaning tree — when we got to this spot on the trail (Hey! It's a guy thing!), but in reality, we became lost in the memories and simply basked in our love for each other. We hugged and kissed tenderly, and the most intimate we got was to squeeze a buttock or nuzzle a sweet breast occasionally.
All too soon, we realized it was getting late — the babies would be getting hungry for sure — and headed back toward the house. Carol, reverting to form, broke from us and skipped on ahead, exuberant in her joy at returning to a place we loved so much. Diane moved into my right side where Carol had been and snuggled up close. I strolled down what was now our own private lane holding my pregnant wives close while First Wife gamboled ahead, feeling utterly at peace with myself and the world. The King was indeed back!
We interrupted our return stroll with frequent stops to hug and kiss. Carol stayed out in front, but periodically skipped back to us and kissed one or the other of us lovingly before happily scampering off again. Our joy at returning to this magical place was palpable, and the pleasure of sharing it with our newest soulmate was deep beyond measure.
It was well past dark when the four of us finally wandered into the house from our walk. The kids were still up, but were obviously fading fast. Fortunately, the grandparents had already given them their baths and changed them into their jammies. The babies weren't demanding to be fed yet, but they were awake, so would be soon. The urchins each kissed their grandparents goodnight and the four of us escorted them upstairs to their bed.
Four happily chattering magpies each took a parent by the hand and together we climbed the stairs to their room. We tucked them into their big bed and the wives once more acted out the night's pages from their bedtime book. Soon, four little cherubs were fast asleep in their four-girl heap. We kissed them lightly, pausing a few moments in the doorway to watch them sleep. We noted something was missing, then realized Ahab was not at his usual post intertwined in the heap. We resolved to bring him with us next time — there were no busy roads, so he'd be plenty safe once he got used to the strangeness of a new place. Satisfied the children were settled in for the night, we withdrew to join the other adults.
When we returned downstairs, the other adults had adjourned to the porch to enjoy the cool evening air. The babies were just beginning to fuss for their next feeding. Carol sat in her rocker and nonchalantly opened the front of her dress as Riekie and Diane each handed her a babe for feeding. I saw Joe start and cast a quick look about the room to see if anyone else was startled by her actions. Seeing we all apparently ignored such a natural behavior, he soon relaxed. As the babies suckled contentedly, Carol joined in the conversation as if there were no infants at her breasts at all.
Our conversation drifted toward reminiscing about things that happened that magical summer, with the aunts joining in. Joe and Paul seemed fascinated with the stories we told. Much of it was new to the aunts as well. Often we were telling stories of things that at the time we had tried to hide from the adults of the day — less the graphic descriptions of the sex, of course.
Jo put things in perspective for us. "I only wish Dolly could have lived long enough to see the four of you leaving for your evening walk tonight. That was always one of her favourite things — to watch David and His Girls slip away for an hour or so. She always said you were the most unguarded then, and she could see the true depth of your love, especially the glow on your faces when you returned. It was her greatest wish to see you re-united." I always knew Dolly knew more about us than she ever let on, now Tante Jo just confirmed my (our) suspicions.
My wives and I murmured assent to this. We wished she had lived to see the day we were back together, too. However, Diane took a different tack. She drew herself up from her cozy seat at Riekie's side, sat tall, and in that otherworldly voice she used when communing with/for the Goddess, she explained, "Oh, she knows alright, and she sees, too. Dolly is very happy that we are together, and knows it took her passing to get it started."
The conversation had definitely taken a bit of a turn, but even so, a sense of tranquility settled over the entire group after Diane's pronouncement, and we all became quiet in introspection. Presently, first Joe, then Paul, followed by the aunts, yawned hugely, said their goodnights, and wandered off to bed. Shortly after that, the babes finished feeding. We burped, changed, and put them in fresh jammies. Diane and Riekie each took a babe, I wrapped an arm around Carol's waist, and the four of us, with our babies, headed upstairs to our own beds. It had been a long and exciting day for all of us.
While my women folk tucked the infants into their crib, I went into our room and lit the candles. Presently the air was filled with the soft scent of vanilla. My self-appointed task completed, I rejoined my wives in the nursery to kiss the whiffets good night. The little darlings stretched and smiled, but never woke from their deep slumber. I stepped behind Carol and slipped my arms around her while Diane and Riekie snuggled into me with their arms wrapped through mine. I kissed each of them tenderly as we enjoyed one of our favourite evening pastimes — watching our children sleep.
Breaking from our reverie over the babies, we turned to enter our own room. We paused to look in on the older children and once more became enraptured watching our progeny slumber in all their wonderful innocence. Carol broke our almost reverent silence. She whispered so we could barely hear, "It doesn't get much better than this, does it? First the babies and now these guys? Mom, I hope you can see this."
Riekie hugged her sister tightly. "Oh, Baby, I know she does. Can't you feel the peace and serenity in the old house tonight?"
After we all changed into our robes, we went to use the bathroom, and found that even though Paul and his wives had gone up earlier, they managed to keep the upstairs bathroom tied up. Riekie and Diane needed bladder relief, so we all trooped back down to the old bathroom dressed just in our bathrobes.
The girls made quick use of the toilet, each quickly washing up and brushing their teeth to get ready for bed. Carol and I each took a quick turn to perform our nightly toilette. We were heavily involved in a fantastic group hug and grope, when from the top of the stairs a voice called out merrily, "That's enough of that! You kids get to bed — your own bed!" Of course, it was one of the aunts having fun with us, but the voice sounded eerily like Dolly...
Nevertheless, we reluctantly broke our torrid four-way embrace (Yeah! I know ... How do four people get in a torrid clinch? Try it — you might like it... ), and holding hands, we headed back upstairs to our room, the girls giggling sillily all the way. Entering our room, the warm yellow glow of the candles and their delightful vanilla scent mixed with that of the flowers, greeted us with a warm welcome. As I closed the door, three sets of warm hands began sensuously disrobing me...
I returned the favour, helping them all off with their bathrobes. As I slipped Carol's off her succulent shoulders, I took her into my arms and before I kissed her sweetly, I wrinkled my nose, licked my lips and grinned lecherously.
Carol noted my evil grin and raised an eyebrow. "Whut?"
"Oh ... not much ... it's just that something in here smells good enough to eat ... in fact, three somethings ... or is that three someones... ? <evil laugh>"
Carol's already happy visage lit up even more in surprised delight as she had something of an epiphany of her own. "David! What a wonderful idea!!"
"Huh? What idea? I was just teasin'..." I could see that Riekie and Diane were as mystified as me.
"Yeah, but it's also a wonderful idea — this is the anniversary of the first time you and I ever got really intimate. So ... what did we do that day?"
"Ah, lemme see..." I feigned struggling with memory and pantomimed looking up something in a Day Planner. "Hmmm. The whole family went to town to shop or something. I know, poor Bob got dragooned into going to help carry the bags as usual <this earned me a cuff for speaking ill of shopping>. Riekie went to try her driving test for her licence, and you and I were left home to baby-sit your little brothers. After they woke up, we took them down to the beach and had a grand time." I deliberately left out mention of our activities on the couch that day — I suspected where she was going, but wanted her to say it.
That merited a sharp dig with an elbow to ribs. "I didn't ask for our whole schedule for that day, Smartass. What'd we do while everyone was away and the boys were sound asleep?"
"Duh! We played with each other."
"Ooooh! Yer gonna get such a swat! You are making this just so hard! How did we play?"
I feigned a light coming on suddenly. "Oh! Tha-a-a-t's what you want! OK! I went down on you for the first time ever, and you did the same to me. It was really good, too! Even if I do say so myself, I think I acquitted myself very handily that day." I blew on my nails and polished them on my shoulder in the universal show of comic braggadocio.
"Well, at least ya remember somthin'! Did we do anythin' else?" She was starting to sound more than a little miffed with my playful obtuseness.
I dropped the shit-head act and started playing it straight — I didn't want to lose the mood of the day or denigrate the importance of the anniversary and her memory of it — after all, it was one of my sweetest memories as well. I pulled Carol to me and kissed her sweetly. "Sweetheart, you trusted me so much that day, all we did was explore and play with each other with our hands and mouths. Sorry to be such a dick-weed. I'm just teasing. We discovered so much about each other that day that formed the cornerstones of not only our relationship, but also that with our wives as they came along. That day was truly a pivotal point in our lives. Now what is the idea I so generously gave you?"
Carol's anger faded as suddenly as it appeared. She kissed me again. "I've been waiting five weeks to have you make love with me again, but I want to wait at least another day before we do the nasty. Today, I just want to do oral, just like that other Friday before the Holiday, kinda as a celebration. Whaddaya think?"
I laughed and squeezed her tight. "Sounds like a plan to me, Baby." I pulled the other two close. "We don't want to leave you two out, but let's let Baby have first go because it is HER anniversary, OK?"
Riekie and Diane cuddled closer to us and kissed us both tenderly as the meaning of Carol's and my conversation sunk in. Together, they spoke, "We wouldn't have it any other way, Lover. We can wait." They became very interested observers as they watched me with their sister-wife. Carol seemed to swoon as I lovingly guided her back toward the bed. As her legs encountered the side of the bed, her knees unlocked and I eased her down onto it. Beside us, I felt the bed give as the other two joined us.
Separating from me briefly, Carol scooted back onto the bed until her head was on the pillow. Her stunning legs akimbo, she opened her arms and beckoned me back to her. "David? Love me with your mouth like you did that first time."
I crawled alongside of her, then leaned into her invitation and kissed her sweetly, then my mouth and hands recreated their original epic journey toward her throat and places south. Sensing we were in a world of our own, Diane and Riekie clung to each other and watched in utter fascination.
I started with Carol's mouth, but not with a full soul-searing French kiss. Instead, I nibbled at her full lips, and chewed gently on her bottom lip. My right hand wandered her body, caressing gently from her navel up and over and around. Teasing past a breast, lightly stroking the underbreast, then up over those perfect mounds, my palm lightly brushed the nipples. Back down over her tummy, down to just the top of her tight curls, then back up her flank, I drew my hand up, and caressed her gorgeous tittie from the side, lightly tickling. She flinched a bit, then moaned and sighed softly.
"Mmm ... mmm ... that always feels s-o-o-o-o g-o-o-o-od ... You always did know what I like ... mmm ... oooo ... mmm." Beside us, Riekie and Diane sighed and moaned empathically with Carol, but were otherwise content to just watch quietly.
My mouth was all over Carol's face. I lightly kissed her eyes, her forehead and the tip of her nose. Little pecks on her lips, teasing, she reached for a deeper kiss. I paused long enough to suck her mouth and taste tongue. Her breath was so sweet. Teasing, nipping, I moved to her left ear, kissing lightly. I nibbled her dainty earlobe and breathed in her ear, sending shivers through her frame. I rose up, kissing lightly back across her eyes, those beautiful blue orbs that captured my soul so long ago. My lips descended to her right ear. I nibbled her earlobe, breathed on her ear, inserted my tongue in the opening and blew gently. She shivered violently. Gasped.
"Ah! Yes!"
My hand had not been idle — one would not want to be accused of having the devil's playthings ... It wandered the curves and softness of her succulent flesh. Found her left breast, squeezing, massaging. I tweaked her nipple. A spasm rocked her. I drifted my hand to her right breast. As I squeezed, it erected to firmer fullness. Tweaking that nipple caused another spasm to rock her. Her hands at the back of my head suddenly gripped and relaxed in my hair. I gave that nipple another little tweak.
Carol's hand slapped down on the mattress and she exclaimed, "Oh shit! Ah!"
My mouth drifted down from her ear toward her carotid. I blew a gentle raspberry. She stiffened in shocked delight. I worked across the base of her throat, kissing, licking, nibbling. I blew another soft raspberry on that side. Again, she stiffened.
"Fuck, David!! O-o-o"
My lips worked lower. From massaging her right breast, I moved to the left and squeezed its ripe fullness. I felt it swell against my palm. Her nipple quickened and started to leak. I tweaked it. A shock! I did it again! Another shock! Her hips were pumping now. She moaned continuously.
"O-o-o-o-o-oooo-ooo-ooo ... so-o-o-o g-oo-oo-oo-d ... o-o-o-o-o..."
My hand moved downward, caressing in figures, into her navel. I dipped a finger into her navel. Carol arched. I swirled my finger in her navel as my lips made it to her beautiful pink-tipped mounds. Both luscious mammaries were now engorged and leaking their precious fluid. I suckled one, then the other, nipping at the nipples, savouring the sweet taste of her milk, sending shockwave after shockwave through her body. Carol's arms pounded the bed, fists clenching and unclenching. Her head rocked form side to side. Forfeiting the sweet delight of her milk, I kissed the tender under side of her breasts.
My finger worked a little more magic in her cute little belly button. It gently made a quick stab inward. Her back arched suddenly. My lips once again found her breasts, my tongue circling first one areola then the other. I orbited in and flicked the nipple with my tongue, tasting her delicious baby nectar. More shocks raced through her body. Her whole body shook and vibrated, hips gyrating madly. Her breathing came short, fast.
"<gasp> <pant> <pant> <gasp> David!"
I teased her breasts and nipples some more, sucking up even more of her sweetness. I moved my body farther down hers, kneeling. Both hands free, now my right hand moved away from her sweet navel, wandering toward her left breast. My left hand joined the attack and moved onto her flank. I trailed the fingers lightly, teasing up her ribs toward her right breast. Both hands now stroked and caressed her flanks, moving, fluttering toward her breasts. My lips nibbled southward toward her navel. She squirmed and gasped, her moans rising to one continuous wail.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aa-a-aa-a-a--a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaaa--aa—aaaaa-a..."
As my hands found their luscious quarry, my lips descended onto her delectable belly button. I squeezed her breasts simultaneously, as I tried to suck her soul right out through her centre. I kneaded her breasts almost mercilessly, her milk flowing freely, soaking her upper body.
Carol's body went wild, hips thrashing, arms flailing. My fingers grasped her nipples, pinching, twisting. My tongue stabbed into her natal hole. Her whole body arched, shock waves coursing through her as the assault on her nipples continued. Then ... my lips pursed as I got a firmer pinch grip on her nipples. Her body rocked quite violently now, hips pumping. Suddenly, I blew a huge, sloppy noisy raspberry into her navel. At the same time I pulled and twisted her nipples. The resulting explosion was dramatic! She yelped. She thrashed. Her knees jerked up in spasm, then her legs convulsed out straight. Her heels drummed the mattress as her hands clenched into the sheet. Her arms locked. Her back arched, lifting and locking her hips off the bed. She screamed.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!!"
As the largest of the spasms faded, she started to curse as only Carol could, or was it supplication?
"Jeeeeeeeesuuuuusss! M-maaarrryyy! M-m-oth-th-th-er-er o-o-o-ff G-o-o-o-od-dd-! F-f-f-u-u-u-l-l-l o-o-f-f-Grr-a-a-a-c-c-c-e!!"
She was raised a good Catholic girl. I think she had another religious experience!
"Nice language, M'lady. Tone it down a bit. I have sensitive ears." I think if she'd been able, she'd have BOXED those sensitive ears.
I heard tittering from beside us and looked over to see our wives still clinging to each other, but grinning at our playful exchange. I winked at our audience and nodded for them to join us. I kissed Carol gently and began to work her down a bit from her high with little love pecks all around her abdomen. As her abdominal muscles rippled and spasmed, my kisses soothed them. She relaxed, but aftershocks were still causing her to jerk and tremble.
I had long since released her overstressed nipples, but then Riekie and Diane moved over to us and took up positions at her lovely milk-filled boobies. I gently stroked and kneaded her breasts, soothing, working lower along her flanks, massaging, relaxing tight muscles. The girls each took a succulent nipple in their mouths and gently, lovingly suckled, relieving the pressure on Carol's milk-stressed orbs. I continued my loving, soothing caresses as Diane and Riekie gently nursed.
My caresses and the girls' nursing worked their calming magic. As her hips stopped jerking, and slowed to a gentle pumping motion, Carol started to coo. "Oo-oo-ooo-ooo-ooo, that's s-o-o-oo-o n-i-i-i-ce. Oh David, every time you do me like this, you do something a little different, and it just gets more intense."
<chuckle><evil grin> "Like I've said before, Honey — you ain't seen NUTHIN' yet!"
"I-I'm almost afraid." She giggled delightedly just the same, and from beside us, quiet groans of complaint as I waved them away.
"Let the games continue..." Carol shuddered as I laughed my most evil laugh. "Broo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"