Having declared the 'meeting' at an end, Dad stretched as he stood up. Two nubile forms descended on him. From the look on his face, he was smitten. Bob and I wandered outside and just stood gazing out across the late summer countryside letting the events of the past few minutes soak in. Val came out and coerced Bob into a board game of some sort. She had developed a bit of a crush on him after he danced with her at the party. He liked her, too, but nothing ever did come of it. Too bad. I'd have liked to have Bob as a double brother-in-law.
I went into the kitchen for a drink. Mom was busying herself with supper preparations. She spoke to me quietly.
"David, I think you should take your wives for a walk."
"Don't you need some help with supper? I'm sure they want to help."
"Time enough for that another day. Today they're honoured guests. I couldn't ask Her Princesses to work in my kitchen, not today, at least."
"Mom, they WANT to help."
"Be that as it may, David. Take them for a walk. It's still at least two hours to supper. When I hugged them, I smelled aroused woman. That needs some attention, I think. Can I make it any plainer?"
"Oh!"
I went to find my wives. I heard Mom laughing delightedly behind me. I found the girls still with Dad. He had an arm around each of them and the conversation was serious. I think they were picking his brain about what he thought their true heritage was.
"Mom says I should take you two for a walk and show you around the place."
Dad got the message right off. He released them and shooed them away with me, saying.
"I'll keep Bob busy for you."
The girls seemed to get the hint, too and were eager to go. They ran out to the front porch ahead of me, giggling. It's amazing how fast and well they adapted to this new situation. I caught up to them in a few minutes. I was a little slow because I had to speak with Dad briefly. As we left the house heading up the back lane, I slipped an arm around each of my beauties. They cuddled close and I noticed that buttons had mysteriously come undone from the time they ran ahead 'til I caught up. Holding them close, I got a wonderful view into two very open bodices at two sets of delicious teen boobies. As we strolled along, I asked.
"So waddaya think?"
"Who ya talkin' to?"
"Whoever wants to speak first."
Riekie spoke first.
"Dad is so cool! I see why you think so much of him! Now I understand better where you come from. I only met him today, and I feel like I've known him forever! I've never met anyone who can put you at ease so easily. He kisses nice, too! You never told us he was your step father."
"Don't get carried away with the kissing, Hon. I'm not sure I'm up to sharing either of you with another man, even if he IS my father! Dad is the only real father I've known. Val and I were very young when Mom divorced from my paternal father and remarried to Dad. He adopted us and has been the father he didn't have to be. He has been so much a real father to me, I don't think to tell people he's my step father. Actually, since he adopted us, he IS our father now."
Carol put in her two cents worth.
"Dad is cool, but Mom! She's too much. Are you sure she lives in this world? She has a quality about her that seems like she's not quite here, that all this is just a step to some where else. And talk about kiss! I almost came! She's one hot mama! Am I right, Riekie Dear?"
"Yup! She's some special Lady! But ya know? I think that all happened today, with the talk of the Goddess. I think until today, she was really just your average farm wife with two exceptional men by her. Today, she came back into her own, and took a very careful step into that other world. She called us Princesses! David, you've called me Princess before, but it's a pet name. Don't get me wrong, I love it. It goes with our 'Little Girl' game, but Mom means it. Are we that special?"
"She thinks so. She won't let you near her kitchen to help. She said you were 'honoured guests' and she couldn't ask 'Her Princesses' to work in her kitchen. Did either of you know anything about your family's mystical background?"
Carol answered first.
"Not really. Occasionally one of the aunts or even Mom will make some remark about the Old Ways that doesn't make a lot of sense. You can be sure we'll be listening a lot closer now, and even asking questions. I wondered where they came up with that marriage rite, but then with Tante Pie teaching English and history, she'd have read about it, too."
Riekie continued.
"What Mom and Dad told us today helps explain a lot of their behavior though, especially in the last couple weeks. Like Kit asking about how many times you can go, David. I didn't know what you did with us as a man was considered exceptional, but then, I've never been with a man except you."
"Neither have I, David. How many times can most boys or men go? I just thought you were extra good because of all your reading, and knew how to please a woman."
"Well, ladies, hang on to something solid. I'm going to explain a few things for you."
The vixens both reached for my penis!
"Firstly, Carol Anne, my reading doesn't make me go more. It might help me last longer by suggesting methods. Remember the thing about higher math? Where doing math while you make love distracts a man's mind enough so he doesn't come too soon? The rest of my reading has taught me how to give a woman pleasure, that's for sure, but mainly in an oral sex way. You guys like to fool around that way a bit. It's good for foreplay, too, to get a woman more receptive. Where it might be most useful is when you do each other. With me, foreplay was important to make your very first time that much better, but since that, you've both become insatiable for full vaginal intercourse, and you don't need a lot of stimulation from me to get you ready. You love it so much you get yourselves ready just thinking about it.
"How many times can the average guy go? An adult male in his prime, say late twenties to mid-thirties, may be able to go as many as three to four times a night, not evening, night, which basically means an eight to ten hour period. That average man may be able to go the second time fairly quickly, but usually it takes at least a half hour to recharge, and his second will produce relatively little semen. Most men can only 'get it up' twice in an entire night,
"Teenage boys my age may be able to have an erection several times in a night, but have very little control, meaning they put it in and it goes off. With practice and instruction, they may be able to perform a little better. They also run into the problem of reduced to no-existent ejaculate with each successive erection and orgasm.
"It is fairly uncommon for sexual partners to orgasm together. Women take longer, usually to get stimulated. By the time they're ready to go, the man already went.
"We read in the erotic literature about super studs and the super horny sluts they have sex with, where they both have multiple orgasms and all that good stuff. For most of us, that is pure fantasy. A normal man who performed like that wouldn't be able to walk the next day. If he wasn't completely stiff and sore, he'd be totally exhausted, or all of the above.
"Then there's us. We've stepped right out of the pages of a book. It's not totally unheard of, but generally considered highly unlikely that one man and one woman could be as sexually matched as I am with either of you. It doesn't matter which one of you I'm with, we always hit the final point together. The increase in pleasure of mutual simultaneous orgasm is immeasurable. Dad thinks it's your Wiccan heritage that draws something out in me. To a point, I think he's right, but only to a point. All relationships are two-way streets, so there's something in me that you ladies respond to as well. What ever it is, it's powerful magic.
"I don't even begin to think of myself as anything near a so-called super stud. I think I'm stimulated by two Super Women. Whatever, we three, somehow are operating well outside the norm. Being a threesome is indicative of that."
Carol had managed to get a firm grip on her friend. She was just a little quicker than her sister. She teased.
"I don't think it has anything to do with you at all! It's this guy, all by himself!"
Riekie complained.
"All this talk about sex just makes me want to do it. Who cares if we're abnormal or unusual? We have fun together,. We all love each other. I don't give a tinker's dam how many times average Joe can do it. All I know is YOU can do it enough times to keep me happy. I don't begin to understand any of this. I don't even look at other guys. When I'm with or even close to you, I'm constantly wet and horny. Does that make me a slut? I don't think so. YOU are the only one that has that effect on me."
"Me, too!"
That was the end of that discussion. We continued our walk until well out of sight of the house. I had my eyes on those beautiful breasts. Somewhere along the line, we stopped and the three of us lay down in the long grass. Some heavy necking ensued, and before long, two very nubile young female bodies were nude beneath me. I managed to fill those gorgeous pussies at least twice each. Their screams when they came were music to my ears. I'm glad the neighbours weren't very close. By the time we headed back to the house, they were both very satisfied and cooing in happiness. They had licked Sweet Prince clean each time, and had licked each other out as well.
Mom met us on the lane. She said she was coming to look for us. She kissed each of the girls sensuously then gave them a frank appraisal. She laughed and joked.
"Mmm-mmm! You two look and smell like well-fucked young women. I think I taste a man on you. Is that my David? I don't think there's anything more beautiful except when that well-fucked woman gets pregnant from it. I'm going to like having you two around! You remind me of what I gave up. No more! I don't need a coven to honour Her. Making sure you Princesses are safe and happy honours Her in itself. Supper's almost ready. I was just coming to get you."
"How would you have found us."
"Just follow the screams. You really should have gone a little farther you know. Both Bob and your Dad are in a state. They heard you and know what it meant. That probably means I'll be joining the well-fucked club later tonight. Oh, Daughters, do you need discrete little towels to put under you at supper? I set a couple out for you."
The girls blushed, catching her meaning. I almost missed it until Carol whispered.
"Oh, Mom. Thanks! We-we sort of cleaned each other but David fills me up so much, I'm still leaking. I love the feel of his Precious Stuff, but it's embarrassing to leave a wet spot or have one in the back of my dress. A towel would be wonderful!"
Riekie agreed.
"His Precious Stuff, eh, Little One? David's? How many times? I lost count of the screams."
Uh-oh! She's going to set Riekie off! She was fishing for something, but she got more than she expected. It never even occurred to me to warn her not to use one of her favourite endearments with Riekie. Mom had called us all Little One since we were babies. Just what is the fascination with how many times?
The girls giggled and blushed again. Riekie was the spokesperson this time. She went into character. Carol got into it too. The two of them almost instantly looked like little girls. They wrung their hands in front of them, their pretty heads bent, looking bashfully upward through their lashes, and each spinning a toe into the ground. They were priceless!
"We-ell, sorta. We ca-all it, him, Our Swee-Sweet Prince! It's his Pre-cious Stu-uff. Da-vid filled me right up. Yup! He did! Sweet Prince made a aw-ful mess in Sweet Pus-sy! Yup! Two whole times! Da-vid filled Ca-rol Anne aaaall the way up too! Two more whole times! Sweet Prince made a real big mess in Miss Pus-sy! Are you gonna be mad at us Mommy for mak-in' such a aw-ful mess?"
Mom split a gut. She laughed so hard. When she regained her composure a bit she gasped.
"My God! No! I'm not mad at you! You two are absolutely priceless! You are the sweetest, most precious, most adorable, most wonderful, most delightfully innocent young women I've ever had the pleasure and honour of meeting. No wonder David loves you so much! Do you people have this much fun all the time?"
A look of pure innocence, and voice to match.
"Oh no! Mommy! Some-times we have ev-en more fun! Lots more! Yup!"
We were an open-minded family, but to hear my own mother talk as openly as my wives did among ourselves was almost more than I could handle. Then to hear Riekie go into her little girl character and describe the gory details was over the top. Too many revelations in a short period of time, I think.
We were getting close to the house. Mom looked at the girls and laughed. They had left their dresses undone until we got close to the house. They'd forgotten.
"Sweet Things, I think you better do you dresses up. David and I sure like looking at you beautiful titties, but I don't think Dad or your brother are ready for that kind of display."
Riekie was still in character. She looked down at herself, then at Carol's very exposed and luscious breasts. Both of them had very erect nipples.
"Ca-rol Anne! Mommy says we hafta do up our but-tons! The bad mans might see our boo-boobies. If we're real good, Mommy, can we still have our tow-els?"
"Yes! Now do yourselves up Dears. Then you can run along. When you go in the house, ask Val for your towels. I set them out for you. She knows where they are. David and I will be right in."
They buttoned themselves up with the clumsy fingers of children, but they still left that top one undone, revealing a delectable curve of young flesh. When they were done, they held hands and skipped to the house singing some child's ditty.
Mom was laughing so hard she could hardly stand. She finally got a grip.
"That was wonderful! Oh! They're such a delight! David, you have won the lottery with those two! And they got the mannerisms down perfectly. What set her off? And those names! Sweet Prince, Sweet Pussy and what was the other one? Miss Pussy?"
"Uh, You. Carol Anne started the names. They anthropomorphize. It's really very stimulating when they get going, which is almost any time, all the time. When they're with me, they're horny all the time."
"Me? How'd I set her off. Horny all the time? They must keep you busy. You're going to have lots of babies."
"You called her 'Little One' when she was still horny. Yeah! Riekie stopped wearing panties a couple weeks ago because they were always wet. Carol had to stop wearing them right after the phone thing. They say it only happens when they're near me. That's why they wear dresses almost all the time."
"I know there's a delightful story around 'Little One', I'm sure, but we don't have time right now. I'll just have to remember to use that pet name with caution. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. Your father has the same effect on me. It's easier than doing a wash every other day!"
She broke up again, shaking her head.
"I've GOT to tell your father about the little girl thing! But not tonight! He's already stimulated enough from hearing them scream. You taught them that with that phone sex thing, you know. If they make you deaf, you can only blame yourself. C'mon! Supper will be ruined!"
We went in to supper. We had a wonderful time. Mom and Dad were so good to My Girls, they didn't want to leave. Heather was home from visiting one of her little friends. She took an instant like to both girls, and took turns sitting on their laps, cuddling. We didn't tell her the three of us were married. At seven years old, even though she was a bright kid and more mature than others her age, we were still leery of her innocently letting the cat out of the bag to the wrong people.
Despite Mom's protests she and Val didn't need any help, the girls insisted they help with the dishes. There was a great deal of giggling, laughing and girlish shrieks from the kitchen. My little family was totally accepted into the greater family. Not that I ever doubted they would be. Who wouldn't fall in love with them?
Too soon the day was over. Mom, Dad and my sisters walked out to their car with us. Everyone got big hugs. Dad got a couple sensual kisses that curled his toes. So did I -- two or three times. I helped them into the car. Riekie drove home Carol was nervous of driving at night.
There was a great deal of noise from my parents' room that night.
I saw my wives for only a few minutes on Labour Day. We all had to get ready for school starting the next day. The summer ended officially for us. We had a promising year in front of us. Mom's fear of an evil lurking was almost forgotten.