The interior was much as we remembered, except the weather-damaged west mow was now as protected from the elements as the other. The old rotten hay had been removed, and the wooden floor left exposed, open to the dry air. The east side, where we held Riekie's wedding day and where, more recently, Carol and I had made one of the twins (most likely Benji) was still dry, the hay as sweet smelling as ever, with fresh hay spread evenly over the old. The boxes Bob had placed around to serve as tables were still there with their old lamps. Somebody, probably Joe, had been in recently and cleaned off all the accumulated dust, but it was all there. The only things missing were the blankets we'd left behind, now stored in that locked wooden box, less the one Carol and I took with us.
Riekie had gone off a short distance by herself. I heard her squeal in delight.
"Heh, Guys! C'mere and check this out!"
It was quite telling how excited she was because Riekie rarely dropped into the vernacular — except when she swore, that is ... She had found that self-same large wooden box lined with red cedar that had been used originally to store tack or other items the farmer didn't want molested by rodents. Carol and I had described it to Riekie, who was delighted to find it still in-situ. She had undone the simple lock and had raised the lid. Inside, still wrapped in plastic bags were our blankets, just as Carol and I had left them last fall. Riekie had removed one and was holding it to her cheek. I shucked the pack, moved to her, and gently cuddled her as she stood caressing the blanket, lost in her memories.
As Riekie drifted off into her memories, she shivered and leaned back into me as if absorbing my body heat despite the heat of the summer afternoon. Carol directed her attention to Janet and Diane and started to tell them the story of the barn, with Riekie surfacing from her reverie occasionally to interject pertinent facts and anecdotes. Between them they told most of our tale — from their perspective — from the time we initially entered the old road that first summer until they were forced to leave it all behind the summer of the breakup.
By the time Carol's tale neared the present, Riekie had a faraway look as she absently stroked the blanket she held through its plastic covering, remembering the good times she had spent here with Carol. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs of memory, she smiled faintly, returning to the present. She turned her face up to me in quiet supplication and I replied with a gentle, loving kiss. Slipping her hand inside the plastic to feel the wool blanket, she said. "Well, if we're gonna spend the rest of the afternoon here, let's get these spread out. C'mon girls, gimme a hand."
Thus, with a new sense of purpose, the four of them quickly collected the blankets from the box. In short order they had them spread out covering the hay. While the girls quickly sorted and spread out the blankets, I retrieved my pack and set it by the box Carol always used as the 'kitchen' area. I opened it up to discover an inner insulated picnic bag that contained the drinks themselves. The girls had packed a variety of soft drinks, including 'my' root beer, and also a small box of straws. Impressed as always with My Girls' (My Girls!) ability to quickly adapt and prepare for an outing, I asked each person their preference than set out enough canned drinks for five.
Satisfied with the preparations, Riekie again took charge. She guided me to a spot I recalled as being close to where I had sat for lunch on her wedding day. Then she guided a bemused Carol to a place by my right side. As she sank down into her patented Indian style, Carol's dress hiked wa-ay up her luscious thighs. I caught a flash of lacy white panties in her crotch. She glanced down and giggled, drawing my attention closer. The thin material glistened with a wet spot, and a few stray auburn curls peeked out around the edges above the gusset, her prominent mons made more so by the obvious cushion of her luxuriant bush. I licked my lips in appreciation and anticipation. Totally unconcerned, she squirmed to get comfy, causing her dress to rise even higher. I slid my arm around her and she leaned into me, contented and almost purring. I reached over with my free hand and tilted her chin up to steal a quick, soft kiss. She returned it tenderly, but, from the quick flick of a tongue between my lips, there was also a hint of deeper passion to come.
Riekie arranged the other two girls across from us, making it obvious that Carol and I were the main — ahem — attraction? — today. She seated Diane, who needed the help of both Riekie and Janet to lower her mobility-challenged body to the hay, first. I say 'mobility-challenged' because although she could walk without difficulty aside from needing frequent rests, Diane's hugely distended tummy challenged her flexibility. With her diminutive stature, and unable to bend, Diane was at a distinct disadvantage when trying to get any lower than a normal chair seat. Once down though, Diane was able to find a comfy position with her legs crossed like Carol's. Her dress rode 'way up her sweet thighs, revealing her juicy treasure, crowned by that pretty brown muff I was so intimately familiar with. Her delightful pussy winked pinkly at me whenever she shifted her position even a little. The tent in my pants that I had been sporting off and on all day became even more noticeable...
With Diane safely seated, Riekie similarly maneuvered her heavily gravid body into a spot to the right of Diane, leaving a space between them just big enough for a body to fit into. Before she sat, Riekie asked Janet to serve the drinks. A little less mobility-challenged than Diane, Riekie needed only a steadying hand from Janet and a shoulder of Diane's to lean on to be seated. As she sat, she wantonly assisted her dress to hike up her thighs, revealing her own moist treasure box crowned by that delightful blonde muff I loved so much to bury my face in. Like that of her sister-wife, the most beautiful pussy in the world — as attested to by myself and two others of special note — winked pinkly at me whenever she moved. Oh the humanity! Pussies flashing me in stereovision! The puissant protrusion already producing a pointed prominence in my pants puffed up to almost painful proportions.
Janet served everyone their cold drink, ensuring that all the ladies had a straw. With everyone finally served a cold drink, Janet handed her own to Riekie to hold then settled into the space between Riekie and Diane, gracefully lowering herself into what I believe is the 'lotus' position similar to the Indian or tailor style favoured by Carol. I couldn't help myself. I stared, fascinated and amazed, from across the blanket, at Janet, her thighs open and brazenly showing her very tiny, very sexy, bit of white lace, her dress shamelessly hiked up her thighs. Even across the room I could see the soft swell of a healthy bush enhancing the prominent bulge of her mons. Janet accepted her drink back from Riekie then smiled warmly at her, as unconcerned as the rest at revealing her treasure. Drink in hand, Janet took a small sip through the straw, glanced down, saw how exposed she was, and blushed prettily but did nothing to reduce her blatant exposure.
Thirsty from our walk, we finished our drinks as we talked and chatted. Janet wanted to know more of our history, and we obliged, regaling her with more of our story. Gradually, piece-meal, we managed to bring her pretty well up to date. Like everyone else who heard it, she was strongly moved and marveled at our enduring love.
When they had finished their drinks and tossed the cans behind them, Diane slipped her right arm around Janet. As she looked her way when she felt the touch, Diane bent her lips to Janet and kissed her. From my vantage point, I could tell Diane had slipped Janet some tongue and it had been very well received. As they broke the kiss, Riekie, not to be outdone, slipped her left arm around the young beauty, attracting her attention, and she also kissed Janet passionately, her tongue very obviously welcomed by Janet. When those two broke their kiss, both Diane and Riekie cuddled close to Janet, making her the very delectable filling in a pulchritude sandwich.
Turned on by the sight of all that feminine allure and their actions, Carol and I quickly finished our own drinks, disposed of the cans, and soon became lost in a torrid clench of our own as I slid my right arm around her shoulder. I leaned her back as my face came close to hers. Carol fell back against the hay, my face pressed to hers, beginning a very passionate kiss. I teased her lips with my tongue, and she melted, participating more in her own seduction. Well into it now, she got that old familiar tongue sucking magic going, and I thought my head would explode. As I continued the kiss, my left hand found her right breast. I cupped and squeezed. Her eyes flew open and she broke the kiss.
"Are ya gonna go for the gold even with an audience, David?"
"Yes, Dear, I think so."
"Goodie! I'm gonna like this part! It's been so long, I wanna get you in me as quick as I can!"
I heard a derisive snort from somewhere across the blanket.
As we moved our lips closer to resume our passionate smooch, Carol whispered so only I could hear. "I thought you might be too shy until you knew her better."
"I was a little worried about what she'd think, but when I saw the way she sat down then kissed the others, I threw caution to the wind. 'Sides, you girls have been winding me up all day with skin shows. I'm 'bout ready to pop."
Just as our lips rejoined Carol moaned her agreement, "Uuuuuhmmnn! You think you're about to pop! You haven't had to wait almost three months!"
I resumed our passionate kiss, continuing to fondle her milk-swollen breast through her dress. I moved my hand to her buttons and slowly undid them. As her bodice fell open, I slid my hand onto her breast, feeling the heat of her flesh. Carol's right breast quickened and hardened almost instantly and I felt the hard point of her nipple against my palm. I tweaked it with my fingers. She gasped. I moved my hand to her left breast and did the same. She gasped again. Both breasts were now fully erect, leaking her precious milk. I moved in closer, flicked her distended nipple with my tongue and tasted again her delicious baby nectar. Her entire frame shook and vibrated as shocks rattled through her. Hips pumping madly, Carol gasped for air, her chest heaving.
"<gasp> <gasp> <pant> <gasp> Oh-oh, David! <Gasp> <Gasp>"
I continued to tease her breasts and nipples, inhaling even more of her sweetness. She squirmed and gasped, her moans rising to a 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, I squeezed her breasts simultaneously, kneading them almost mercilessly, her milk flowing freely, soaking her upper body. I looked to Carol's face. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, she was almost panting from exertion and desire. Her hands loosely twined in my hair, holding me to her breast. I tongued the areola, and took a mischievous nip at her nipple. Baby jumped and gasped. Her hands pressed me tighter to her breast. I sucked and chewed, savouring her sweet milk. Shockwaves rolled through her body as I tweaked her right nipple again. She shuddered. I freed my right arm from beneath her, rising up a bit, so I could get both hands working her breasts and soon had her gasping and moaning in pleasure.
As I tweaked both nipples and massaged both breasts, her whole body started to convulse. Her moaning grew louder and more continuous; her hips churned. I teased those magnificent mammaries, my lips caressing her throat, ears, eyes, and the tip of her nose. Her moans deepened, her head rocking from side to side, her hips thrusting with a violent rhythm. She started to gasp, her hips bucking feverishly as she neared her culmination. Suddenly I squeezed both breasts firmly. Carol arched her back, thrusting them into my hands. I took a nipple between the fingers of each hand, pinched and pulled. Her hips lurched suddenly upward then slammed down. She gasped and yelled. She came, hard and loud, milk squirting from her tortured nipples.
"OH! OH! David!"
Wracked by several spasms, Carol's body gradually started to wind down, the occasional shudder still rocking her. I kissed her tenderly, which soon turned hot and demanding again as we tried to suck each other's souls from our bodies. Carol got that damn tongue-suck action going again, almost sucking out my brain <arguably not much there to suck out... >, thereby causing further inflation of my already raging tumescence.
Mouth still fastened to mine, Carol dropped her hands, quickly undoing my fly and the fastener of my shorts. Without any preamble or foreplay, she roughly shoved my shorts over my hips, reached inside, and almost jerked my rampant rod out in her haste to expose me to her need. Carol flung her legs completely open, knees drawn up and flopped apart and very insistently, almost roughly, pulled me between her legs, holding my member captive with a firm grip of both hands to direct me and let me know exactly who was really in control.
She released her death grip on my phallus with one hand then I thought I heard the sound of ripping material as she jerked the gusset of her panties aside. Carol grunted in complaint, "Huh! Now I remember why I never wear the damn things! When did I forget 'Paratus!'?" And when did she start using my lines?
Briefly brought aware of my surroundings by Carol's use of my Regimental motto, I glanced over to Janet, who was watching intently, totally enthralled, cuddled between an equally absorbed Diane and Riekie. Her lips were parted, tongue licking them repeatedly. Her breathing seemed rapid and shallow.
Directing my swollen knob under her dress Carol wiped it in her swampy slot, lubricating me with her juices and smearing my own copious pre-cum in her liquid centre. Continuing to pull me toward her by the penis, she stage-whispered. "Oh! Mrs. Pussy is so-o hungry! C'mon, Rascal, my Sweet Prince chef, I know we already had lunch, but let's show her what you cooked up for her dessert! Put him in me, NOW, David!! Pleeeese??? HURRY!!! She's so-o-o hungry-y-y-y!!!"
"Anything to please M'lady! Open wide, Mrs. Pussy! Here comes your favourite recipe — cream-filled sausage!" So it's inane, eh? D'ye not think I might have other things on me mind than to be me wittiest best when I'm about to penetrate one of the sweetest pussies that ever graced womankind? Thought not.
My proud pecker still in her grip, she steered it where she wanted. Satisfied that she had it sufficiently lined up, she released my member, while keeping her panties pulled aside with her other hand. Thus freed from her restraining hold, I thrust my hips forward in one long lunge, fully penetrating her humid heat in a single stroke.
Oh!! My!! Gawd!!
I had almost forgotten what it was like to make love with this exquisite creature! After close to three months of forced celibacy, the last six weeks of which was spent practicing her kegel exercises, Carol's primeau pussy was as tight as the first time I had the extreme privilege of entering that temple of love. To observe that her pussy was exquisitely hot, wet, and clasping would be a gross understatement — like saying a Rolls Royce is just a car. Her finely toned muscles squeezed and rippled and jerked in a symphony of sensual delight as I became lost in a paroxysm of pleasure and started to thrust mindlessly.
With a sudden yank and another tearing sound, Carol tore her hand from between us, and flung both her arms 'round my neck. "Damn things! It's commando ALL the time now, except for my period!" she gasped. "Now do me, David! Do-o-o Me-e-e-e!!" And as the lady commands, thus I obey ... I pounded my painfully hard tumescence into her receptive body as her heaving hips met me in perfect synchrony.
Carol's mouth stayed glued to mine, continuing to suck the very soul from my quaking carcass. Almost over stimulated, I pumped and thrashed into her in what was fast becoming (becoming? — it already was!!) a wild, no-holds-barred, round-house fuck. Carol's hips ground and churned against me in wild abandon, both of us completely oblivious to our surroundings or the people with us. Briefly, reminded of another such wild session, I thought I heard the rush and roar and clatter of an overworked steam engine and the scream of a whistle on a runaway train...
She was so hot and eager it took only a very short time until I felt Carol's hips grinding very rapidly into mine as she convulsed and jerked rhythmically in her passion, her thrusts timed instinctively to match mine. As the pace of our coupling increased, my own thrusts became short and rapid.
I felt the tingle start in my balls and then the beginning of that bittersweet pain in my temples as my gonads pulled up tighter to the base of my penis. We humped and fucked into each other for a few more strokes then her hips convulsed once and locked to me, her fantastically toned muscles clamping, milking, rippling, fucking me from the inside. Suddenly my balls leapt and heaved. My dick seemed to expand then jerked and spasmed within its wet, wonderful prison. I felt the end of my cock explode, as it spat gob after gob after gob of thick creamy sperm deep into her pulsing pussy.
Carol's fluids and mine mingled where we joined. With each jerk and spasm of my penis, her hips jerked and spasmed sympathetically and I felt her own hot discharge flood around the base of my cock and over my balls. She groaned loudly into my mouth as the kiss that started it continued, then with a final massive convulsion, she jerked her lips from mine and screamed in release and joy as only Carol can.
"AAAIIIEEEEEEEE! HOLY FUCK BATMAN!!! DA-A-A-A-V-V-I-I-I —!!"
Her scream cut short, Carol's eyes rolled up to show only the whites then she collapsed in a dead faint! Still erect and buried within this wonderful being, I gently rolled us to our sides. I kissed her lightly and brushed an errant lock of hair away from her mouth as I waited quietly for her to rejoin the living from her 'petit mort'.
I heard a small noise. Janet had quietly moved over close to us, and was watching us very intently, eyes smoldering. I mouthed a small kiss to her. Over her shoulder I saw Riekie and Diane locked in a torrid embrace, their dresses hiked completely to their waists, bodices completely open as they fondled each other's sweet boobies. Is this what one would call a bodice-ripper?
Janet opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She shook her head, swallowed, and tried again. In a hoarse whisper she exclaimed, "Awesome! I have never seen anything like that! So violent, yet so loving! It's a wonder the heat from you two hasn't set the hay on fire! Is she OK?" Janet indicated Carol by emulating my tender gesture of gently brushing the hair out of her face.
As Janet leaned back to give us a little space, the object of her concern drew a deep shuddering breath and her eyes fluttered open. Gazing deep into my eyes from those magical cerulean gems, Carol offered her lips for a soft kiss then whispered, "Oh, David! I love you so much! I love you so much it hurts sometimes."
As she became more aware, she sensed my hardness still filling her. She ground her hips gently into me and flexed those stupendous pussy muscles, arousing the FULL attention of her Sweet Prince — as if she didn't already have it, seeing as where he was currently parked. She giggled, sending even more thrilling tremors coursing through the Honourable Member from Swelling Balls. "Oo-oo!! Somebody's still interested, I see, or is that feel? Maybe he should wiggle around and see if there's anything left on his dessert cart — Mrs. Pussy is still horn — ah — I mean — hungry." <Giggle> Oh the sensations! Oh the humanity!
So saying, Carol wrapped her legs and arms around me and rolled us so she was on top. As she sat up to take her post position, she finally noticed Janet kneeling beside us, her eyes glittering in open adoration. She reached out to Janet and pulling her closer, kissed the blushing teenager sweetly on the lips. Giving the girl another one-armed hug, she asked as her hips started to undulate in her saddle, "Did you enjoy that, Jaz? We didn't frighten you, did we?"
Janet sighed, "No, of course you didn't scare me! How could the most beautiful thing I ever saw be frightening? Exciting? Yes! —— Frightening? I hardly think so! I hope I get to experience love like you just did someday."
Carol kissed her again then nuzzled her neck as she cooed, "Oh, I think you'll get to experience that kind of love VERY soon. It's up to you whether you recognize it when it hits you."
Janet sighed and voluntarily kissed Carol then glanced shyly at me. "Oh, I think I have, but I'm still adjusting to it."
Carol laughed, once again sending those penis-shattering tremors running through her body. "Yup! It's only a matter of time..." She flexed her muscles and her hips undulated a little more forcefully, fully re-awakening the Member from Spitting Cock Pass. "Now, Jaz, Dear, I have some rather urgent business to attend to, and a horse that needs to be broke to ride. You're welcome to watch, but please move back from the ring, it can get kinda rough ... You ready, Hoss?"
Janet actually laughed out loud and fell back, giggling. As she did, I saw her dress was hiked completely around her waist. Her panties were soaked almost to transparency, revealing that the carpet did indeed match the drapes as her luxuriant red curls showed through. I could almost see the gates to heaven below her bush as her legs gaped open. The view caused my already rampant rod to swell even more, if that was possible.
Carol sensed the surge in my staff, stuffed within her sopping quim. She followed my gaze and saw where I was looking and what had stimulated my extra response. She grinned hugely and cried out, "Ride-em cowboy!! Whaa-aa-hoo-oo-oo!!! Giddy up, Hoss! Yippee-ee-ee!!!"
Regardless of when or where we make love, My Girls (My Girls!) and I have always been able to see a little of the ridiculous in our situations, especially when making love. We have ALWAYS had fun doing what nature intended men and women to do, and have ALWAYS seen the lighter side. Ladies and gentlemen, for your reference, and titillating pleasure, I recommend to you, Riekie's train wreck...
As usual, I digress.
With a hoot and a holler, Carol was off, posting on my raging boner like she was on a runaway bronc. There would be no eight-second ride for her — she was going to make this one last. Carol bucked and thrashed, rising up on my pole until it almost popped out, then slammed back down, burying it as deeply in her clutching channel as possible. She rode me hard and commanded me to watch her as she fucked herself on me, posting frenziedly.
It was a dizzying sight, watching her milk-engorged boobies jiggle and bounce, my cock plunging in and out of her luscious furry snatch. Soon I joined her, thrusting my hips up into hers as they gyrated and pumped over me. We came together once more, my balls spitting and spewing load after load of squirming white baby-making wigglers deep into her receptive belly, filling her to overflowing again. Her pelvis drove down and back, impaling herself even farther as her pussy convulsed around my spitting cock. And once again, she screamed my name.
"DAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDD!!"
Carol collapsed onto my chest and relaxed, totally spent, a sweet smile of contentment on her lovely face, Mrs. Pussy contentedly nibbling at the tip of my penis. She cuddled close for a few minutes happily humming that oldies tune (My Girl!), just vegging. At length she regained her composure and sat up on me as my dick softened and, succumbing to gravity, slipped from her with a wet sucking sound.
Then Carol pushed off me and knelt to my soft, satisfied penis. I was covered in our usual mess of fluids. She took me in her mouth and kissed, licked, and sucked, thoroughly cleaning me. Almost forgotten, Janet got down close and watched, licking her lips. I could feel her warm breath on my skin as she intently observed Carol giving me an expert blowjob. However willing the spirit, the flesh was weak, and Carol, despite her best efforts was unable to coax more than a twitch out of her toy, a situation she assured the fascinated Janet was only temporary...
Shorts still hanging around my knees, I rose to kneel and pushed Carol onto her back. Kneeling between Carol's obscenely splayed thighs, I worshiped at her temple of Venus. As usual, she was a glorious mess, a mixture of sperm and her own juices trailing wetly down her thighs, white sticky semen leaking in thick gobs from her gaping vagina. I kissed her sopping mons, tasting us both. "Mmm! You're pretty messy. We better get you cleaned up a little." I gestured across the blanket, and two very pregnant ladies crawled over on their hands and knees to service their mate.
Janet stared in amazement as Riekie and Diane took turns sucking our combined juices out of Carol's sopping pussy, bringing her to several small orgasms as they did. She was even more astonished when one or the other would open her mouth to reveal a small puddle of white on her tongue then kissed the other open mouth, obviously swapping fluids with her as they exaggeratedly swallowed.
All this activity and accompanying visual stimulus finally had the intended salubrious effect upon a certain unstable part of my anatomy. That volatile appendage was soon standing at full attention. Noticing my renewed 'interest' in the proceedings just as the other two finished with her, Carol sat up, leaned over and spoke to the object of her interest. "Glad to see you're awake again, Sweet Prince! David said this is my day, just like last night was my anniversary, and you're still the prize! Wanna play?"
Carol dragooned the other two, and they hastily wrestled me onto my back, quickly and efficiently completing the removal of my shorts, shirt, and shoes. They may all be exposed, but I was completely nude.
Taking 'matters' in hand, Carol leaned in closer. I felt her hot breath on my crotch as she held her gentle grip on my erection. Laying her pretty head in my lap, she began to lick and kiss every inch of my genitals as if it was an all-day sucker (sic). She licked and kissed my tumescence and my balls completely, not missing a square millimeter of my sensitive flesh. Her attentions had the desired effect as my cock responded to her sensuous treatment, stiffening and hardening even more.
Reaching for Janet, Carol took her by the arm and pulled her nearer. In a daze, Janet allowed herself to be maneuvered close, then forgot her inhibitions as she got down close and intently scrutinized every move Carol made, her hot breath ticking my scrotum. Carol steered my cock toward Janet's mouth in invitation. Despite the obvious desire in her eyes, and the way she wetly licked her lips, Janet shook her head in refusal.
"I've never done anything like that before. All my girl friends say that sucking a man's thing is gross, but you don't make it look that way. You look like it's fun! I don't think I'm ready for that big a step yet. Can I just watch and learn, please?" She whispered.
Carol smiled as Diane placed her hand reassuringly on Janet's shoulder. "Of course, Sweetheart, you can watch all you like. Maybe these two will give you some pointers and explain what I'm doing. I taught Princess a long time ago using a cucumber, so it's her turn to pass along what we know. <Huh!? I didn't know that! Well waddaya know ... I learned something new today. I'll go to bed a little less stupid again tonight ... Wonder what else they did with that cucumber ... Stop that! They were both 'virgo intacta'... > It's a lot better to learn with the real thing, though, and a LOT more fun." <Don't I know it... >
As she explained what she was about to do, Carol took me in her mouth. Janet and the others giggled when she continued talking even with her mouth full <Ya can dress 'em up... >. She proceeded then to suck and lick my perpendicular pole in open, obvious enjoyment of felating my phallus ... She started a rhythm with her hand and mouth, sliding up and down, teasing and stimulating me to new heights of delicious delirious delight. Unable to swallow my full length, what she did do, felt absolutely stupendous!
Riekie and Diane lay down by our sides, making room for Janet to get up close and personal, as it were, and watched, licking their lips. As usual, I'm sure that they got as much pleasure out of watching Carol enjoy herself, as they would if they'd been doing it themselves. I could feel their breath on my skin as they intently observed Carol giving me an expert blowjob, commenting occasionally on her method, pointing out significant parts of my sexual anatomy for Janet's edification, Riekie's forté (I wonder why... ). All the while, they offered encouragement and valuable pointers to Janet, such that by the time I was finished, I'm sure she could easily pass an — ahem — oral exam.
Three sets of eyes watched Carol in rapt absorption as she started to work harder on my erection, her movements more rapid, the suction more intense. My hips started to pump and heave of their own volition as my gonads prepared to spew their load. I felt that familiar tension that announced my imminent eminent explosion.
Carol sensed my impending release, slowed her actions and wrapped the base of my throbbing cock in a tight, pinching grip. Suddenly, frustratingly I felt the pressure to shoot ease as that woman applied what she had learned from her reading. She sensed it too, released me from her mouth for a second, winked at the girls, and favoured me with that awful evil grin that said she was up to hellry. Then she engulfed my throbbing member in her warm wet mouth and started in again, working me up ever higher. She repeated this action several times <alright, I lost count, OK?>, taking me almost to the summit, then sliding me back down. Each successive peak was higher, the sense of pressure greater — the explosion, when it came, would be messily memorable...
No longer content to just observe, Riekie and Diane became active participants, and their commentary suffered accordingly. From this point forward, Janet would have to learn from visual cues and live demonstration rather than the informed discourse of knowledgeable observers.
Riekie shifted around so she could tongue and kiss my balls while Carol continued her ministration to my engorged shaft. Riekie slathered my scrotum with wet kisses, her busy tongue tickling and teasing me almost to distraction.
Diane slithered (well as much as a pregnant lady can slither) up my side and seized upon my nipples, pinching, sucking, nipping; yet again amazing me at the sensitivity of the male teat to titillation. Diane pulled herself up my body to my lips and laid one of those soul-searing, toe-curling tongue-suck kisses on my already frazzled libido. Then, in deliberate slo-mo she tantalizingly trailed her delicate lips and tongue down my body, over, around and through, my already sensitive nipples and belly button to join the other two as they ministered to my cock and balls.
As was her wont during oral sex, Carol kept eye contact with me the whole time, heightening my burgeoning sensations even further with the expression of love and desire so evident in the azure depths of those magnificent orbs. As she sucked, licked, and otherwise teased my rampant member, that appendage approached being as hard as I could ever remember <Yeah, yeah, I know... >. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, because this bears repeating endlessly —— having three gorgeous women that love you beyond imagination giving you a triple header simply has got to be one of the most stimulating experiences imaginable. Having them do that while another beauty hovering on the cusp of that love watches raptly goes beyond stimulating toward spiritual...
The Preggoes caressing my balls with their talented tongues, and Carol delivering the most expert and titillating blowjob possible, I was soon near critical mass. I thought my whole body was about to explode! All those subjecting me to their tender mercies sensed it and their motions subsequently became faster and faster. Through eyes clouded by impending orgasm, I noticed that each of them, including a lost-in-the-moment Janet, had a hand busy in her pussy, frantically frigging herself. Watching this whole performance unfurl almost drove me insane with lust. My hips heaving, fucking into Carol's hot, wet mouth, my eyes flicked back and forth, watching My Girls (My Girls!) get themselves off.
As I got close to the apex of experience, blood pounding furiously in my temples, those four houri's shifted themselves around until they were able to get a hand up someone else. Then they started frigging each other, barely missing a stroke as they switched! I still don't know which one did it, but someone slipped her free hand under my butt and worked a finger into my anus. I felt the penetration, then almost burst as she strummed my prostate and finally, what little control I had broke as I saw Janet, completely caught up in the excitement, lean closer and tentatively lick the base of my penis. Overload! My consciousness flickered in a mind-numbing explosion as my balls erupted, the white-hot jism blasting from my balls, out through my cock under enormous pressure, and spewing forth in squirt after squirt after squirt of hot, white cream.
Janet, totally engrossed in the moment, squealed and jumped like a frightened gazelle when I suddenly roared my release. "AAA-RRRR!! O-O-O-H GAW-AWD! I-I-I-M-M CU-U-U-U-UU-UM-MM-I-I-ING! AAAHHH SHI-I-I-IT!!!"
As my orgasm burst upon me, all four of them screamed and came together with what seemed like one scream. Recovering quickly, My Wives worked even harder, licking and sucking to maximize my release. With my first squirt, Carol pulled back and watched me shoot high into the air, the pearly drops then falling onto my belly and thighs. Showing her expertise, Carol deftly recaptured my penis before the second spurt, greedily sucking down almost every drop. How she managed to maintain such control as she writhed in her own orgasm, I have no idea. I still think she has some Kryptonite blood.
My ejaculation was phenomenal! I may have shot more and harder at other times in my life, but I simply cannot recall when, and that includes the triple-header-induced come I experienced last night! I squirted and squirted and squirted, I dunno, maybe a total of five or six times — it felt like I was wringing my guts out through my dick. I came and came and then came some more as Carol held my convulsing knob in her mouth, her marvelous eyes fixed on mine. Swallowing as fast as she could, she captured most of my offering, but some inevitably leaked out the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her beautiful bounteous boobies, mixing there with the milk she leaked earlier.
Unlike Carol, Riekie, Diane, and yes, Janet didn't have to control the jerking jet of a cock erupting jism into their waiting mouths while they came. Thus the three of them were able to fully experience the joy of their orgasms as their bodies shook and quavered.
Relaxing from her emotional high, Janet gasped in astonished delight when Diane and Riekie busied themselves licking up all my spilled seed from my body like the pair of sex kittens they were. As they made a production of licking up my semen with exaggerated licks and soulful glances into my eyes, their bodies spasmed in aftershocks, soaking themselves with their own copious discharge.
While Riekie and Diane cleaned my body with their lips and tongues, Carol sucked me dry, her hips spasming and jerking in orgasmic quakes. Her inner thighs gleamed wetly with her own fluid spending. I lay back and relaxed. Diane leaned over to Carol and kissed her hotly. As they broke, I saw Diane smile delightedly, lick her lips and swallow! Carol had shared my cum with her through that kiss!
Riekie noticed the little bit of cum dribbling from the corners of Carol's mouth, and kissed it all off. Then she kissed Janet, opening her mouth and sharing what she had licked off Carol with her. Too much! My senses reeled as I witnessed my mates inducting a new one into our fold. When she realized what Riekie had done, Janet initially jerked away with a grimace and a flash of anger in her green eyes. Then she very carefully, almost clinically, tasted the offering in her mouth. She swirled it around her palate as if savouring a fine wine. Her eyes lost their angry glow and instead lit up in delight. With a huge grin of pleasure, she pulled Riekie's face back to her and kissed her deeply, obviously sucking and licking the last of my semen from inside Riekie's mouth. Swallowing very deliberately, she bent toward Carol's breasts gleaming wetly with a mixture of semen and milk...
Eventually our lovemaking frenzy wound down, with us ending up in a loving, laughing heap. I untangled myself from my bevy of beauties and moved over to the drink cooler. I took orders from everyone, and without exception, they all accepted a cool drink. Lovemaking is hot, dry work...
I served the girls their drinks then took my position beside Carol. It felt odd to be the only one naked, but they might as well have been for all their dresses did to cover them at this point. As I sat beside Carol, the other girls gathered 'round as we formed a circle.
As we sipped our drinks, it was obvious to me we needed to finally discuss the nine hundred pound gorilla that had followed us into the barn — what we all experienced this morning when we met Janet, what she felt at the time, our actions since, and what we were going to do about it all.
I knew what I wanted, and had already set certain events in motion to work toward my goal. I was relatively certain My Wives had the same goal, and probably very close to the same agenda. The only relative unknown was Janet. That poor girl had been on an emotional roller coaster for several hours now, and it was time and past to help her sort things out. From the way we had arranged ourselves in a circle, we had all unconsciously arrived at the same conclusion.