I woke in the middle of the night, no idea of the time. It was still dark. The moon was close to setting. I could see a form under the cover, near my crotch. A warm wetness engulfed my stiffening penis. I could see the covers rising and falling. The wet, warm suction on my penis increased, and drew me to full erection. Apparently satisfied, the wetness left my member. The form started to move under the covers and moved up toward me. A happy, face appeared from under the blanket. It was my One True Love.
"I woke up and just had to check on My Sweet Prince. I was concerned for him. Miss Pussy is hungry. She asked me to wake him up."
"Oh?" I reached my hand between us, and felt her pussy. I inserted my fingers. She was sopping, and my touch caused her to buck and lurch. "Yes, I see. It feels like Miss Pussy is starving! She's absolutely salivating!"
She pulled me onto her, guiding me into her depths. I entered her tight, wet little snatch slowly, savoring the sensation. A couple hours sleep had invigorated us. I bottomed out, feeling the tip entering her cervix. She wrapped her legs around me and her hands grasped my butt.
She said. "Riekie and Bob are home, I think. A car driving in woke me up. They're sleeping in Opa's half. Riekie won't disturb us. Now, you and My Sweet Prince, do those wonderful things you do to Miss Pussy and me. Fuck me and feed her!"
Who was I to complain? My team mate heartily agreed, as it throbbed in that glorious sheath. I started to move. Soon we were rutting like crazy. She got extremely loud, squealing in delight, calling out "Fuck me!" at the top of her lungs, hollering for Sweet Prince to stuff Miss Pussy full. It was like she was advertising her joy and heat to the world.
All this noise and free abandon stimulated me to even greater efforts. I pounded her to a mind-shattering explosion. As her body shook and convulsed and I squirted another gallon or two, she screamed my name at the top of her lungs. I'm sure they heard her all the way across the lake, and maybe even in town. We wound down into a tender embrace, sharing a loving kiss. Once more we fell asleep in each others arms, Miss Pussy still happily nibbling on Sweet Prince and his wet offering. What a team!
We woke together, still holding each other tight. Miss Pussy was still nibbling on Sweet Prince, who was VERY erect. My usual morning hard-on, but it woke up finding itself in the most delightful place. It was so happy, it didn't want to leave. She moved her hips delightedly. Her smile would illuminate a stadium.
"Do you wake up like that every morning?"
"Usually, but until now, it has never woken up to such a delightful companion or in such an amazing place!"
"Do you suppose you and your partner in crime here" she milked with those wonderful internal muscles "could feed Miss Pussy her breakfast now? She's starving again."
"We thought you'd never ask!"
With her, this anthropomorphizing was extremely erotic, making it easy to get into the game with her. I started to roll her on her back as usual. She resisted, and had me roll so she was on top.
"I want to try it this way, and I think you'll be able to see what happens a lot better."
Had she been reading those books, too? She sat up. I felt my prick bury even deeper into her. She told me to lay still, she was going to do this. The view was gut-wrenching. To see a 16 year old nymphet in her full sexual heat riding your cock in the early morning sunshine is a sight beyond compare! At least to another 16-year old! She leaned down, gave me a cock-bursting kiss, and started to ride!
She got her hips moving back and forth, up and down and all over me. As she rode, she had her hands at her breasts, working her own nipples. When I tried to get my hands involved, they were gently pushed away. "Watch!" I was told. At the rate she was going, and the sight of my cock being plunged repeatedly into her gushing sex was too much for my young mind. I started seeing stars.
Her fluids were flowing freely again, my entire groin was soaked. As she rode, she got more and more vocal. She called me a "Sweet Husband, Oh Sweet Husband!" at the top of her lungs and shouted that I should "Fuck Me-e-e Fuck M-e-ee, OH DAVID FUCK M-e-e-e-e!" This last seemed to be her favourite as she rode and bucked us both to another mutual, mind-shattering orgasm. As I filled her full of my sperm one more time (only a couple cups this time, I think), she squirted all over my balls and crotch. I was soaked in girl cum. She screamed my name so loud I swear I heard glass shattering on the far side of the house.
Ever since I encouraged her to be noisy with our first sexual experiment over the phone, Carol had noisy orgasms, but these last two sessions were extra loud in their announcement of orgasm and joy. I wondered if it didn't have something to do with Bob and Riekie being home. Riekie might not disturb us, but I wondered what we were doing to her.
As she settled down and ground my softening cock into her, she collapsed onto my chest, sighed happily, and went to sleep with a satisfied smile. Miss Pussy nibbled contentedly at her sleeping Sweet Prince. I had to pee a bit, but there was no way I was breaking this up! It was just too-oo good. I nodded off again.
I woke some time later to the sound of the phone ringing downstairs. I was about to get up and get it, when someone else picked up. Shortly I heard sounds of someone moving around.
Somewhere in our last sleep period Carol had managed to roll off me. She was laying spread eagled, flat on her back in total abandon. She was still sound asleep. I was captivated by her beauty. She looked so hot! Her pussy hair was all matted, still a little damp from our last furious fuck. There was a small trickle of white cream oozing from her lips, which were still slightly parted. I felt my penis stir and stiffen.
I rose up on my side, gazing raptly, drinking it all in. I was so happy and deeply in love! A pair of the most amazing blue eyes fluttered open. A smile of recognition played across those luscious lips.
" Hi-i-i, Handsome Husband!" She whispered.
"Hi, Beautiful Wife! Your smile just made a nice day a glorious day"
"You say the sweetest things! You'll have me believing you yet."
"Carol Anne Scott! Either you're fishing for another compliment, or you really do think you're plain."
"I certainly don't think I'm as attractive as you keep telling me, but it always makes me feel so good. I get wet, just listening to you."
"I'm beginning to think everything makes you wet... Well, you just might come now, then, because I'm going to tell you the truth. Simply put, you are the most beautiful creature in the Universe. Of course, my opinion may be slightly biased. The most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen captured my soul. Your lips are kissably gorgeous. Your skin is so soft, warm and perfect, little babies are envious. Your breasts! OH! So much beauty and perfection, I find it difficult to describe." Damn! Her hips were starting to pump, as her eyes watched me with longing. "Your legs! I've seen shapely gams in my time. I fancy myself a leg man, so here I have others with which to compare yours. You have the most exquisite legs I have ever seen, or will ever see, I think. They alone can set me to full hardness. Your pussy is, to me, perfection itself. Even messy after making love, it is simply gorgeous! And it tastes real good, too!"
Her hips were churning pretty well now. Her hand reached down to my cock.
"I only get wet around you, or when I think of you. Seeing as that's most of the time now, I'm wet most of the time. You're good! You almost have me coming just from talking. How can you do that to me? At least My Sweet Prince is awake again! Miss Pussy is hungry! Come to me, David! Make me yours one more time!"
She pulled me by the penis over to her. I mounted her and entered. Her tunnel was slick, but still deliciously tight. It was so natural for us now. Her legs wrapped around me. Her arms pulled on my butt, pulling me deeper into her. I started slow and deep. Her passion quickly built, sending me off quicker toward the pinnacle. As the pace of our strokes and counterstrokes quickened, her cries of joy and ecstasy got louder and wilder, reverberating off the walls.
She was getting wilder beneath me trying to get me deeper. Her hips were bucking and writhing. My hips were pounding her, mashing her clit on each down stroke. She grunted. She moaned. She yelled her delight and demands. She was such an active participant, she has got to be the best fuck a man ever had. We built toward another mutual orgasm. We were so finely tuned to each other, our hips and thrusts moved in perfect sync. Her pussy muscles milked my penis, driving me even wilder with those amazing sensations. We hit the peak, and fell over. My penis squirted and squirted. It felt like another cup full. In all my best jerk off sessions, I never came as much or hard as I did any one time loving her. Her orgasm hit with mine. As I filled her, I felt her squirting on my balls. The towel had done its job, but it was getting overworked. She came hard with me and screamed.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddd!!!"
I swear I heard more glass break.
We wound ourselves down, slowly fucking ourselves to rest. Carol had the most delicious red flush from her hairline, descending to her tummy. It actually seemed to radiate upward from her pussy. I bent for a gentle post-coital kiss. As we embraced, we rolled to our side, and my penis slipped out of her with a soft sucking sound.
Shortly, there was a soft nock at the door, and Riekie's voice, softly inquiring.
"May I come in? "
I looked at Carol, eyebrows raised. She nodded. I nodded back. I slid under the covers, but Carol stayed fully exposed. I think she even arranged herself more wantonly, her gaping, leaking, well-fucked pussy aimed directly at the door. She gave me a 'watch this!' grin, then "Ok! Come on in!"
Riekie opened the door. She didn't blush when she saw Carol in her wanton pose, she flushed and her body actually shook. She had all the visible signs of an orgasm. She carried two new white terry cloth robes over her arm. She moved to the foot of the bed and laid them there, where she got an up-close and personal look at Carol's gaping, sopping, oozing hole. Sperm was leaking obscenely. Riekie's gaze was transfixed. Carol raised up on her elbows and spoke softly to her sister.
"Isn't it the most amazing thing you ever saw, Riekie? David says that's what a well-fucked pussy is SUPPOSED to look like. If it looks as amazing as it feels, then it must be fantastic."
Of course, she thought Riekie only saw her pussy, but the towel under her also held the evidence of the three previous sessions. Riekie struggled to regain her composure. She licked her lips, looked at me, and said.
"You made all that mess? All by yourself? I have nothing to compare by, but if you did all that, then you are some kinda man.! How many times?"
"Thank you, Riekie. I'm rather pleased with the mess myself, but I had some help..."
Carol butted in
"Eight wonderful times! Four since we went to bed last night."
Riekie literally shook herself. "Jeez! Well we don't have time to sit here and talk all day, and I feel strange like this. I am now your Witness. If asked I will say you have Consummated your Marriage Bed. I brought you your robes, so you can have a bath."
Carol fumbled beside the bed. She held out that ruined sheet to Riekie. "Can you look after this for us?" Riekie took it and nodded.
Beginning with Carol's declaration and vow to me last night, and Riekie's little witness speech just now, I was beginning to suspect more people were involved than just the three of us. Their speeches sounded coached. Don't get me wrong, I fully agreed and participated myself. A little foreknowledge would have been nice, but as this was also part of Carol's birthday surprise to me, I understood why I wasn't initially consulted. Besides, I think the women really do run the world.
She went to leave and then turned at the door. "Don't forget your 365 tests are today. I'll run the bath water for you. You guys get your butts downstairs pronto. If you're gonna fool around in the tub, make it quick. I'm making breakfast. Oh! Mom called. Her train isn't in until tomorrow, instead of today. You guys get one more night together." She lowered her voice. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must change my panties -- again."
As we heard her steps heading downstairs, Carol and I burst out in delighted laughter. We did as we were told, though. We got up; slipped on the new robes she delivered. They felt great. In our new matching robes, we headed downstairs. Bob was sitting at the table, drinking a coffee. He was reading a magazine, and seemed totally unconcerned. He looked up. "Hi guys! Have a good night?"
We giggled together, and as one, "Oh yeah!"
Carol blushed a bit. After her wanton behavior with Riekie, it seemed odd, but then one was her sister and the other her brother. Riekie came out of the bathroom. "The tub is ready. Don't be long."
The tub was indeed ready. It was filled with just the perfect amount and temperature of water. She had added some not-too-feminine sweet smelling oil. There were two new big fluffy towels laid out, and a new bath mat on the floor. Two brand new tooth brushes were laid out side by side on the sink. Riekie had been busy trying to make our bath as pleasant as possible. Carol and I wasted no time getting in. We were both starting to feel grungy, and maybe just a little smelly. We were so saturated in our own scents we didn't notice, but I imagine others did.
We had our bath. We fooled around a bit; we made love in the tub again. Carol screamed bloody murder when we came, and more glass broke somewhere. We toweled each other off with the new fluffy towels. It was so much one of my fantasies about the bath and the big towel, I did take a little extra time drying her and giving her a little extra pleasure. We brushed our teeth with the new brushes laid out for us. Somebody was really taking care of us. But we really weren't long. We were hungry, famished even, after our long evening and night of love making, and Riekie said she had breakfast ready.
Dressed again in our robes, smelling fresh and clean, we held hands and joined the others at the kitchen table. Riekie served up a magnificent breakfast. Before we ate, Bob surprised us. He said Grace. The last line of his prayer still sweetly haunts me: "Thank you Lord for the joining of our two friends. Let no man put them asunder. Amen."