We cuddled, my now nearly flaccid penis still inside her. We cuddled in contented silence for a few minutes. Her hips started humping against me. Her nipples were hot, hard, burning my chest. Her pubis was slowly grinding into mine. She nibbled on my ear. She was gently stimulating me, and I was responding. I felt my penis stiffening. So did she.
"Oh! Sweet Prince! You're coming back to me."
My cock quickly returned to full hardness. I rolled her over. Our mouths locked in a soul-searing kiss. There wasn't the urgency this time. We made long, slow, passionate love. Our bodies seemed to be in perfect sync. We were made for each other. I experimented with various strokes. She was learning to control those muscles. We could talk while we loved. I was above her, looking into her eyes, stroking slowly, her hips matching mine. Her eyes were full of love. She was so wet and hot, and tight.
"Did it hurt much?"
"A little, at first. There was a pressure that was a little uncomfortable then a little tearing kind of pain, and My Prince was in me! And I felt so full... and... and... complete, like now. Oh David, what you're doing to me, with me, right now! It feels so good, I don't ever want it to end."
"I feel exactly the same!"
This feeling was EXQUISITE!
But nature requires it to conclude, so the end-product can be delivered. Before long, our tempo increased, and we started the buildup to another crashing mutual orgasm. As I came, she convulsed around me, and once again screamed my name.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!
It felt like I came a quart, I shot hard. Three, four, five, six full squirts of baby-making juice deep inside her. Her pussy milked me dry. I fell on top of her. She held me in her arms. At last I thought I was getting heavy, and rolled off. My cock came out of her with a sucking sound. She was so tight!
"Oh look at the poor Prince! Poor Sweet Prince! He's exhausted, poor thing. Oh, I think I'll kiss him better!"
She scooted 'round to be able to take it in her mouth. I was too shot then, to respond, but it felt good. She licked and kissed it clean. Then she patted it, and cooed.
"Sleep tight Sweet Prince." She looked at the bed and giggled." If we're gonna sleep here tonight, we better change the sheets."
I looked. I couldn't believe the size of the wet spot. There was a bit of red in the middle, her virgin blood. I didn't know it then, but that sheet was saved and shown to her family. In some ways they were very old-fashioned European, despite the unconventional style of our 'wedding'.
"Maybe if we put a towel under you it would help?"
She turned so she could open her pussy and show me. "How do I look now?"
Her pussy was actually gaping. Sperm was leaking out and running down between her cheeks. There was also some pink in the white cream oozing out of that gorgeous opening. That was one well-fucked pussy! I did that! I was inordinately proud of myself!
"A mess! A beautiful, sexy, awe-inspiring, wonderful mess. And you know what? This time, the mess is all made by your Prince and me! What a team! I think what I'm seeing is called a 'well-fucked pussy'."
"Yeah, I can feel his precious stuff leaking out! He really filled me up! To overflowing! I want to feel like that all the time. When he shoots in me, I come right away. I love it! And I LO-O-OVE YOU!"
She spun around, and attacked me with a playful kiss.
"Shit! It's still daylight. Let's take a bath. I think we need it, and go for a walk."
"Sounds like a wonderful plan."
It seemed like forever, what we were doing, but in reality it wasn't all that long.
We climbed off the bed and headed downstairs to the bathroom. She led, I followed. I was once again mesmerized by the sway and tic-toc motion of those wonderful hips and cheeks. The come running down the inside of her thighs glistened in the light. It was so seductive.
I started the tub filling. Carol sat on the toilet, waiting for it to fill.
"I have to pee."
"So go."
I heard the hiss and splash of her relieving herself and a sigh of relief. She had absolutely no inhibitions around me anymore.
The tub finished filling, and I helped her in. I climbed in behind her and sat down with her back to me, intending to cuddle a bit. Carol wasn't having any of that. She was like a little kid. She stood up and turned to face me, then sat down. She put those gorgeous legs over mine. We soaped up the cloth, and started washing each other. The cloth was soon tossed out, though in favour of soapy hands.
I soaped up my hands and began washing her breasts. Caressing them would be a better description. Her nipples hardened and perked up. The sight was to die for. I washed her down toward her pubis. I worked the soapy water into her hair, which had become matted with all our juices. I washed lower, but at that angle, she was a little hard to get at.
She stood up in the tub, and presented that gorgeous pussy to me at eye level. I soaped up my hands. I washed each of those beautiful legs all the way to the top. I made her turn around, and washed her sweet butt, paying particular attention to the divide between her cheeks, down to her lips. I had her face me, and repeated the process on her tummy, her glorious brown curls, and her thighs.
I soaped up my hands again, and gave her pussy a thorough and complete cleaning. I ensured that her no-longer-virgin tunnel was well cleaned and, 'accidentally' maybe just a little stimulated <grin>. Her slit and clitoris got a like treatment, and maybe just a little more 'accidental' stimulation <GRIN>. Her hips wee pumping a little when I declared her clean and had her sit down to rinse off.
She made me stand and turn. She cleaned my butt and crack as I had done for her. Her soapy hand felt absolutely divine, and I felt a stirring in my groin. When she was satisfied my anterior regions were clean, she had me turn around. She washed up both my legs and did a thorough job. She looked fixedly at my cock and licked her lips.
"My Sweet Prince, you look like you could use some special tender loving care."
She soaped up her hands and ever so gently, like she was handling some prized family heirloom, proceeded to wash my cock. She paid particular attention to making sure I was clean in the scrotal area. She had handled my balls before, but never worked them very much, preferring to play with the big ticket item. This time, she examined them very closely, lifting them gently, cleaning around and behind, making certain they were absolutely spotless. She hefted them as if weighing them. She got so close I could feel her breath on them. Her warm, soapy hands, her warm, sweet breath felt exquisite on the sensitive skin around my balls. I felt another stirring.
"So this is the factory where My Sweet Prince makes his precious stuff. We must take very good care of your factory, My Prince." She said, speaking directly to my penis.
She then proceeded to wash my penis very thoroughly. Her touch felt absolutely divine. By the time she was almost done, it was back to about half mast. This was not lost on her, either. When she declared it clean, she very deliberately leaned in close, and placed a rather passionate (?) kiss right on the tip, as if she was actually kissing a little man. That did it. The thing woke up to full tumescence. She giggled herself silly over that. Then she made me sit down.
She got a far away look in her eyes, and held my gaze. I didn't at first notice her hand was busy in her pussy. I only noticed when the water started sloshing rhythmically in the tub. Her other hand had never let go of my penis when I sat down. She made certain it was well rinsed.
Now, both of her hands came up to my chest. She pushed lightly and breathed. "Lean back."
I leaned back until I was resting against the end of the tub. She wiggled herself forward on my legs, until she had pushed my penis vertically between us, her pubis brushing against my ball sack. She brought her feet back under her knees. With one hand on the side of the tub, she reached between us and grasped my cock. Using her hand on the side of the tub, and straightening her legs a little, she raised up. The hand holding my cock positioned it, and she let herself down. As soon as it was started into her clasping vagina, she put both hands on my shoulders, straightened her legs back out, and sat down on a very aroused and grateful cock, impaling that wonderfully tight pussy completely with an extremely contented sigh.
"A-a-a-h-h-h-!"
Now THIS is the way to take a bath! My Sweet Prince, Pussy is all dirty inside will you scrub her out, please?" She leaned into me, and elicited a very passionate kiss.
If it wasn't so erotic, I'd have laughed myself silly! I had to agree with her though it was certainly a great way to take a bath.
We started a slow, sensual rocking motion. The feelings around my cock were deliriously wonderful. She was really learning to use those special internal muscles, and was actually fucking me with them. As we gently fucked in the tub she said.
"You've got a list of things you were going to explain 'later'. Start explaining, please. First,76 what?"
I grinned. "Well, it's back to 77 now, 'cause you ain't no more."
"Riddle me no riddles, young man"
"Virgins." She giggled delightedly. "In the Islamic faith, if a man is made a martyr, he goes to his Heavenly rewards. One of those rewards is eternal bliss with 77 virgins. How they stay virgins and yet give it up is beyond me."
"Oh! Now I get it, when I remember you asking if you were in Heaven." And she laughed. When she did, that moved her muscles working my prick in the most astounding and delightful way. "And the thing about shaving Miss Pussy?"
"If you shave her, I'll disown you. She's beautiful the way she is. Some women are very hairy, right through their crotch, and often extending well up into the crack of their butt. That can cause some hygiene problems. The hair traps and absorbs the fluids locally produced. It's also a fertile breeding ground for bacteria, and the odours that result can be most unpleasant. Some women shave that part of their pussies to combat that, just like you shave under your arms. It's the same principle applied to another area of the body. Others shave their pussies completely bald to get a 'little girl' look. I've read that being bare there increases the sensitivity, especially around the clitoris. I'm not into little girls, so I like a full 'beaver' as it's sometimes called. I do like it bare around the labia, though. Yours is so clean there, I thought you might have shaved it. I'm glad it's 'au naturale', though, because shaving results in bristly stubble. It can be very irritating to the woman 'specially when she sweats — sorry — perspires; women don't sweat, my mother keeps telling me. And the stubble can be irritating to the man when making love, either with his mouth, or his penis".
The rocking was getting a bit more violent. Those muscles were working harder, milking my cock.
"OK. I understand the hygiene part. I've always kept myself clean, and Pussy has never had a problem with bad odours. I'm intrigued by the bald thing, though, if it increases the sensitivity and makes what the Prince does to her even better. If I decided some day to try it, would you really disown me?"
"No, of course not, Silly! But I'll make you a deal. If you want to try it someday, I get to do the shaving, and eat it right after. I've read that eating a freshly shaved pussy is VERY stimulating to both parties."
Her vaginal muscles were really starting to put a strain on my concentration. I could feel the heat starting to rise in my balls. I never thought I'd be able to go a third time so soon, but this wonderful creature, surely not of this Earth, had the most amazing affect on me.
"Oh, Miss Pussy! This awful man wants to eat you. He wants to eat you all up!" She giggled hard.
Her muscles were VERY active now. Her giggle just made the sensation even more intense. My hips were moving pretty good now, too.
"A-And the h-heavy m-math?" Her concentration was failing too, and her breathing was getting heavier.
It was getting hard to think "It-It's s-something of an old gag, b-but there's probably a g-grain of truth in it, too. I t-tried it today, but I c-couldn't c-concentrate, you were d-doing such n-nice things to me, j-just like n-now. I-if a man f-f-feels he's c-coming too s-soon, he should do c-complex m-math to t-take his m-mind o-off it, th-thereby l-lasting l-l-longer. S-solving f-for P-Pi or s-something I-I g-guess."
"Oh-oooooo..."
It was difficult to talk and fuck that hard at the same time. She was really bouncing now, and my hips were thrusting hard. I felt it build quickly. We were moving so hard and fast, the water was almost sloshing out of the tub. It built fast. I felt myself starting to come.
"Oh, Jeezeus, Baby, I'm co-ommmm-ing!" I felt it starting to squirt.
"Oh God, YESY!YES! Come in me! Oh Sweet Prince! Fill Pussy up! Cum David! Cum in me!! Cuummmmm!" Her hips ground into me. I felt her pussy muscles spasm and clench around my turgid, exploding prick.
We came together. Again! We came hard. I squirted, and squirted, and squirted some more. Her muscles squeezed and milked every drop out of me as she wound down from her own climax. Finally we just sagged into each others arms, sated for the moment.
"Sweet Prince just gave Miss Pussy a nice warm bath. She's VERY pleased and deliciously full, thank you." I was informed.
She leaned in, gave me a tender kiss. My prick was wilting. She felt it.
"My Sweet Prince needs a rest, I think. Let's get dried off and go for our walk."
She got her feet under her, and disengaged from my cock. She reached down, and gently washed it off under the water. She gave her inner thighs a quick wash, and stood up in the tub. She helped me stand up then. I got out of the tub, grabbed the biggest bath towel there. She stepped out of the tub into it, another of my fantasies fulfilled.
I toweled her off, a kind of slow process, with her squirming and giggling. I think she was ticklish or something... but I managed to get the job done. Her breasts and pussy got dried especially well.
She took the towel, and dried me off thoroughly and very efficiently, paying particular attention to my penis. As she finished, I thought she was reaching out to give me a hug. I stepped into it. Instead, those tricky little fingers tickled me. I'm very ticklish, and she got me. I lunged at her for revenge. She squealed and dodged. She ran out of the bathroom, squealing and giggling, me hot on her heals. I soon lost interest in that, though. The sight of that nymph running naked through the house joyously was just too much of a miracle.
As she ran up the stairs, I could see sperm running down her thighs. She was totally unconcerned. She ran in her room, and locked the door.
"Get dressed." Through the door, still giggling. "I'll be right out."
I went in my room, and quickly donned some light shorts and shirt.
"I'll be downstairs. Can't find my shoes. Musta left them down there." I headed down stairs.
A few minutes later, she came down. She was a sight for weary eyes. She wore a little white pleated skirt I hadn't seen before that came about 4 inches above her knees. She was wearing a very simple white blouse, unbuttoned enough to show a very delectable cleavage. The material was translucent; making it very obvious she was braless. She saw me staring. She twirled, and the skirt flared out, revealing an eye-popping amount of teenage thigh.
When I got my eyes unbugged and my tongue working. "You are the most beautiful creature in all of God's creation."
She blushed prettily (she's GOOD at that), pulled off a smile that dazzled and said sweetly. "Why thank you Kind Sir. You look pretty good yourself. Oh! Were you looking for these?" She had my shoes.
She gave me a coy look with a raised eyebrow. "They were under my bed. Now just HOW did they get there, d'ya think? If they're there again in the morning, I'll be wondering just what your intentions are." They were...
She came close, handed them to me, and held her face up for a kiss. I obliged with a very tender kiss. I slipped my shoes on. "Daylight's awastin'! All set? Let's go." It was almost dark already, but a good time for a walk.
We left the house, skipping, holding hands and swinging them back and forth like little kids. We were extremely happy. We were madly in love. We had madly made love. Life was good. It doesn't get any better than that.
At the turn around point of our nightly walk, there was a nice little nook just off the path. It wasn't much, just a small cozy spot to step off the trail. We always stopped there and talked a little and usually made out pretty heavy. There was a tree that leaned away from the trail which we always ended up leaning on. This night, full of love and sated with love, we stopped by that tree once again. We had taken a little longer than usual to make the first half of our walk. There was nobody back at the cottage expecting us to return in a specified time. We had time, and used it, to pause and kiss gently, sometimes just holding each other, feeling our love.
I curled her into my arms, bent and kissed her upturned mouth. The kiss grew into one of our more passionate ones yet. We had made love three times in a fairly short period of time, and I should have been sated. As we kissed, her with that damn tongue suck that never failed to arouse me, I felt the stirring in my loins. How could this be? My name isn't Kal-el of Krypton! Carol felt it stirring, and pushed into it. We broke the kiss, my arms still around her waist. She smiled sweetly and whispered.
"Do you really like my skirt? I picked it just for you, for your 'Vision in White'."
"I love it, but I really love what's in it."
Her head leaned on my chest, her fingers playing with my buttons. In a small, seductively playful voice: "I'm not wearing any panties... just for this place... I've leaked out most of his stuff... I'd like some more, please..."
My prick roared to new life! More fantasies fulfilled! She turned her face up to me, eyes shining. I kissed her hungrily. My hands dropped to her butt. I felt that hot skin of her cheeks through the thin material of her skirt. My hands worked, and pulled it up over those wonderful globes. I grasped bare woman flesh and squeezed rhythmically. Our mouths were glued together. The passion was rising exponentially. Her hips squirmed into my new erection. Her nipples burned me through her blouse.
Still locked at the lips, her hands dropped to my pants. She deftly opened my fly, and gently extracted my boner. Her hands on it were gentle, hot. She broke momentarily from the kiss.
"I want you in me NOW. I want your stuff in me NOW." Not 'him', not 'his' -- She wanted ME.
I grasped her cheeks and lifted her. One arm around my neck, helping me, her other hand held and guided me to her entrance. I entered her in one smooth motion. She got both arms around my neck. She was fully impaled, her hips pumping and she loved it. My hips started to move in the ageless motion of love. She moaned and groaned. It took an amazingly short time and I was thrusting hard. She bucked back. Her vaginal muscles milked me. I felt our climax approaching.
"Oh Baby, I' m Co-o-mmmm-i-i-ng!"
"O-O-O-O-O-OOOO David! Fill me up! Come in me! Daaavvviiiid!
We came together, yet one more time. As I felt her spasms rock through her, I squirted and squirted inside her. I was sure she felt each squirt, because on each one, her eyes fluttered, and her gasps exploded. Her pussy muscles milked out every drop.
"Oh, David, that was so good. You fill me up with you, then you fill me with your stuff. I'm so happy I could just die!"
"I'm kinda happy myself... Ya know?"
She sighed contentedly. We stayed coupled until my penis, flaccid now, succumbed to gravity and fell from the grasp of that wonderful pussy with a slurping sound. She pushed me away from her, dropped to her knees, and cleaned me off with her mouth. She did a wonderfully thorough job, tucked me back, and zipped me up. She licked her lips and stood. She backed against our leaning tree, grasping the hem of her skirt.
"Wanna see what ya did, Lover? I'm so proud and full!"
She looked intoxicating in the brilliant moonlight. She leaned back against the tree her skirt raised above her hips, eyes on mine, and spread her legs as completely as she could. I was awestruck! I moved forward, knelt between her legs, and kissed her full on her well-fucked pussy. I licked through her furrow, and got a taste of us both. I didn't mind my own taste, but hers was to die for. My tongue came right hard on her clit. She spasmed, gasped, and pushed my head away. Her skirt fell to cover Heaven.
"Too much right now. Later, maybe"
"That's Ok. I got the taste I needed."
I rose to my feet, took her in my arms again, and gave her a lingering, tender kiss. We wrapped our arms around each other and strolled lazily back to the house. It took almost an hour at our leisurely pace. It was nigh on midnight, under a brilliant moon. We were very tired.
"Bedtime? You can put your shoes under my bed again..."
"Why thank you Fair Lady! An offer like that cannot be refused."
We stopped long enough to get a drink and do our toilets. I grabbed the big bath towel and took it upstairs with me. We entered her room. She had changed the sheets and remade the bed when she got dressed, apparently. The wet sheet was in a heap on the floor. She had me help her fold it neatly. I wondered why. She gave me a mysterious smile.
"I have my reasons. What's the towel for?"
"Despite how well the plastic works, the towel is for you to lay upon, My Love. If you get wet again, as you most assuredly will, it will absorb far better than a sheet. It'll make it more comfortable for you and me to sleep."
We turned the bed down together, this very domestic act making us suddenly shy. After what we'd been doing since late afternoon, this struck us as funny, and we collapsed onto the bed giggling. We kicked off our shoes, and stood again together. We undressed each other slowly, turned out the light, and crawled into bed.
We cuddled. Her hot flesh against mine, her furry bush rubbing against me, soon had me hard again. I was astounded at how often and quickly I was able to get it up for her. My reading had NOT prepared me for this. Her own insatiability and wantonness were certainly factors in keeping me going.
"Love me, David!"
I entered her. She was still wonderfully tight. We made love, long and slow. The debris of our last two rounds made wet slurping sounds as the pace accelerated. We came together again. She screamed my name as I filled her once again. We rolled to our sides, still joined,
"Carol Anne, today was the best birthday I EVER had! Your gift to me of yourself is the most wonderful and precious birthday gift one person could ever give or receive. It sounds trite to just say two simple words, but they mean so much: Thank you! I love you more than life itself!'"
"David, My One True Love, today was MORE than just a special birthday present. I gave myself to you completely and totally without reservation. You gave me the same in return. If we make a baby from this, which I'm sure we won't, because I know my cycle, but if we do, it will be our gift to each other. We didn't stand in front of a priest, buy today we were, to all intents and purposes married. I will know no other man, and I will be yours forever. You accepted my ring. Riekie is to be our witness to our consummation. I love you David. "
She said these words so softly and tenderly, but with such conviction I knew it was so.
"Carol Anne Scott, Light of My Life, I thought there was more meaning to what we did today than a special birthday gift. We're too attuned to each other to truly keep such a secret from the other. I began to sense it last night. I don't have a ring yet, but I will get you a matching one to mine. When I find it, I will give it to you at Christmas or your birthday, whichever comes first. I will know no other woman, and I will be yours forever. We are married. Riekie's gonna watch us?"
"No, she only has to see the evidence."
"Ok. Then I say Riekie is our witness to our consummation. I love you Carol Anne."
I put as much tenderness and conviction into my words as she did.
We had made our personal vows to each other. I had accepted her ring and promised one to her. We shared a tender, loving kiss, and fell fast asleep in each others arms, still joined, in our bridal bed.