Carol took a small bag from her larger travel bag, and disappeared into the bathroom. I slipped out to one of the other rooms and did my nightly routine of washing up, brushing my teeth and having a pee while she occupied herself in our bathroom. Having three motel rooms was handy. I'd have to send Bob a nice thank you card.
Carol was still in the bathroom when I returned. I turned the bed down and the lights and climbed into bed. I didn't know what to expect. I could still hear water running, it sounded like she was having a shower and I thought I could hear her humming. I did a double take when I recognized the tune — 'My Girl!
I heard the water stop, then the sound of a hair dryer. She didn't have it when she went in there, so she must have got it while I was cleaning up next door. Soon that noise stopped too, then the door opened and a vision stepped into the room. I felt my mouth go dry and my heart pound at this magnificent apparition of beauty before me. Gone was the dowdy matron. A goddess posed before me in the dim light of the room.
I hadn't seen that body in twenty years, but I knew every square inch of it intimately. Carol had the light from the bathroom behind her. She wore a little nightie of some diaphanous material that the light shone through. Her figure was highlighted perfectly by the backlight. It looked exactly the same as the last time I'd seen it in June 1966, her hair the only thing different, an improvement, as if she ever needed one. She had let it grow, as I suspected. Earlier, it had been done up in a severe bun, and although the colours were there, her hair had otherwise been dull and lifeless to match her eyes. Now, that hair fell in soft shimmering waves around her angelic face, and her skin, which had also been lifeless seemed to glow like I remembered it from the prom all those years ago. She must have applied some subtle makeup to achieve such a dramatic effect. I had always loved Riekie's blonde tresses, now Carol wore her gorgeous hair in similar fashion, and I loved it. It suited her to a 'T'.
That nightie was not only translucent; it showed her curves to their best advantage. The hemline came to just below her pussy, and the neckline had a deep vee, showing tantalizing curves of shapely breasts. I stared in wonder. Twenty years evaporated before my eyes. She pirouetted, causing the hem to flair, revealing mouthwatering glimpses of firm cheeks and a brown—haired pussy I knew so well. Thirty six years old, and still the body of a seventeen year old! What a mouthwatering sight!
"You like?"
"I li-i-ike!"
"Without ruining the moment, I always wanted to wear something sexy with my hair down since Riekie told me she did it."
"I'm at a loss for words to properly appreciate what I see; you're such a vision of beauty. I absolutely adore your hair, and through some magic, you have actually managed to improve upon perfection. Don't you dare ever cut it short again!"
"Why thank you, Kind Sir! Do you really like it? For you, anything."
I wasn't going to press the point. "Come here, My Sweet, it's bedtime, get to bed you—our bed."
Seeing as we didn't have anyone else around, somebody had to work the old gag! I threw back the covers on her side and discovered she had already laid out a heavy towel. Paratus! (My old Regiment's moto — Be Prepared!) Carol giggled happily and crawled in beside me, snuggling into her favourite position as if she'd never left. My arm around her warm shoulders, I snuggled into her, and we just lived the moment. Soon, though, she turned her lips to me for a kiss. I kissed her sweetly, and when I released her, I saw tears in her eyes.
I kissed her eyes gently and asked. "Why the tears, Prescious One?"
"Oh, David, I'm scared, and I hurt still. The memories are too strong."
And then I felt her body shaking with fear and her tears wouldn't dry. Soon her body was convulsed by huge sobs. I should have known! Reaction to the day's events had left her emotionally vulnerable, and now when the time came, she was petrified.
I cuddled her as she sobbed and caressed her hair, soothing and trying to ease her suffering. This was the first time in twenty years she'd been able to cry it out in my arms, and she definitely needed the catharsis of release. These weren't the tears of grief and pain she'd shed so much of. This was the much needed release and relief of twenty years of emotional stress.
"Wanna talk about it? I know Diane's healing didn't start until she could face the memories and talk about them. Sometimes just telling what happened is all it takes to get them out where you can examine and dissect them."
"I don't know where to start."
'The beginning is always a good place."
I got a poke in the ribs for my trouble.
"Fiend! I'm not sure where the beginning is. Sometimes I think it was when you got on the bus, but I guess the beginning of the real hurt was the day he hurt me.'
"Ok, let's start there, then. We can always go backward as needed. Someday we're going to have to discuss what happened before that, from my leaving to my return, but I think that has to wait until we get Riekie in on it too. From what I heard today, she took it a lot harder than she let us know."
"You're probably right, but if it relates, I'll talk about the summer, too. After you and Bob left to go with your friends, I was the happiest I'd been since you first went away. I thought Bob might have been right when he told me I should just throw myself in your arms when you came in that day, but I was scared I'd already hurt you so much you'd push me away. Looking back, maybe I should have.
"Anyway, that man was drinking all day. You know how he got when he drank too much. He was abusive and obnoxious. The little guys were scared of him. I got a little nervous that day, but knew you and Bob wouldn't be late, and I was so happy I was going to be with you again, I let my guard down. Bob had warned me he was looking at me and had been touching me in an un-fatherly way when I didn't notice, but I got careless and when he asked me to bring him a drink, I did even though I told him he should ease off a little. When I took him the drink, he tripped me, and when I fell into him he put his hands on my legs and somehow pulled me closer to him.
"At first, I thought I'd been clumsy and tripped myself, but as his hands slid up my legs, I realized he had done it on purpose. He had his hands all the way under my skirt and then they were on my bum, holding me into him. I could smell the booze on his breath, and it was making me sick.
"I tried to get away, but he held me tight and then..."
Her body shook with more sobs as she remembered that terrible night. I held her close and whispered sweet nothings and reassurances until she calmed and was able to continue. I let her work it out at her own speed, she'd never told this to anyone, not even Ben.
"He had his hands on my bum, holding me close to him, then he started moving them around, sort of like you do, but rough and mean, and he kept saying, 'Give us a kiss Baby, Daddy wants a little kiss from his little girl.' You used to call me Baby sometimes. I hope you don't anymore. It's sweet coming from you, but now it just reminds me of him. Then he moved his hands some more, and he had his fingers between my legs, feeling me up. I tried to keep them closed, and tried to pull away, but I was off balance and with his one hand still holding me tight by the bum, I couldn't move. I started to scream and twist away, but he just held tighter..."
She was wracked by more sobs as she relived that humiliation at the hands of her own father. Again, I tried to soothe her pain, but I was getting angry again and she sensed it, making her sob worse. At length, she calmed herself some.
"I-I sh-should stop. Y-you're getting angry, and I sh-shouldn't put you through this.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about me. I'll get over it. I've already dealt with him, and if I need to, I can find him and pulverize his face. But you need to get this out so you can deal with it."
"OK. When I started to scream, he just laughed and said, 'Shut up, you know you want it too.' I thought about the boys, and knew I must be scaring them, so I quieted down some, but then he slid his hand right in between my legs and started poking and feeling Miss Pussy through my panties. I was wet, because I was waiting for you -- you know how wet I get around you. Thank the Goddess I was wearing panties or he probably would have raped me right then. He got his fingers inside my panties and started rubbing Miss Pussy really hard and rough. It hurt, and she didn't like it at all. She even started to go dry. But I was still wet enough, he got a finger inside her, and when he found there was no hymen, he went ballistic."
She paused again, but no sobs this time. She shuddered at the memory and continued her voice now flat and emotionless as if describing an event of little note or that happened to someone else.
"He threw me across his lap, yanked my skirt right up, and ripped my panties off completely. I felt his hardness pressing against me! He lied today when he said he was impotent because of the booze! He had a boner and he pressed it into me. It hurt a lot when the crotch pulled hard into Miss Pussy before it tore. And then he started to hit me. He called me a slut and a whore and a tramp and useless baggage and a whole lot of foul names I'd never heard before. He beat my bottom until I couldn't feel it any more, then he aimed right at Miss Pussy and beat her!"
Again she stopped, her body convulsing in remembered pain before she was able to go on.
"The pain of him beating Miss Pussy was unbearable deep, and like electricity too <Not unlike a man getting hit in the balls, I imagine.>. I could still feel his hardness against me, and then he stiffened and it started to go away. I think he came in his pants from beating me. Then he hit me harder and harder, and if she could, Miss Pussy would have screamed, she hurt so bad. I screamed and screamed for us both. Finally the pain got so bad I blacked out.
"When I came to, I was on the floor, my skirt still around my waist. I was so embarrassed! Miss Pussy was in agony, and I could hardly move. He was saying something to the little guys when I woke up. I didn't catch what it was, but I heard 'bad girl'. When he saw I was awake he grabbed me by the hair and twisted it, forcing his face into mine, the stink of booze making me want to puke. He said in a low very mean and ugly voice the boys couldn't hear, 'How does it feel to have been with a real man, not that pimply faced kid?' I just looked at him in shock, not quite comprehending what I heard. I didn't think I'd passed out that long. Then he said, still snarly, 'You're a real SLUT. You even fuck for your own father! With those beautiful legs, I thought you'd be good, but not only are you a slut, you're a lousy lay.' Then he pushed me away. I tried to stand up, but my legs were too weak. Miss Pussy was leaking and I thought it was his awful stuff. I stumbled to the stairs, but I hurt so badly I couldn't climb them so I crawled up. I was scared he was coming for me again, so I locked myself in my room.
"When I could, I checked Miss Pussy. There wasn't any man stuff, it was all hers. She was in so much pain, she was leaking to ease it. I'm sure she was weeping from the pain. There was some blood, too, and she was all swollen and bruised. I felt raw inside, and I was sure then that he had raped me. That's when you came home, and I was so ashamed! After you talked to me and I sent you away, I heard you talking to him downstairs, but I couldn't hear what was said. I wanted to go to the top of the stairs, and listen, but I couldn't move.
"He was gone the next day but came back the day he told us we were moving to Toronto. I just knew he was taking me away from you but I couldn't say anything without telling everyone what a slut I was and that I fucked for my father. That day, when he came to get me for his family meeting, I thought he was coming to rape me again, but he stayed outside the door and begged for my forgiveness saying it would never happen again, and stupid me, I forgave him, but not myself.
"I asked him if he used me, why didn't I have any of his stuff in me. He said I might be a slut, but he didn't want a pregnant one, so he used one of those awful rubbers. That convinced me he had raped me, because, and you'll remember this, I knew how much Miss Pussy hated them and to me, that was why she was so sore inside and why there was blood. Now, I know it was probably a scratch from his finger, because I got an infection and had to go to the doctor. Even the doctor told me I should clean my fingers before playing with myself because he said that was the most likely cause. I didn't believe it though; I thought he'd dropped the damn rubber putting it on and gotten it dirty."
She broke down again. She didn't have to tell me what happened after that, because I knew most of it. She cried and cried. I held her close until she started to relax. Finally, she turned to me, her eyes swollen and red again. I had hoped never to see her like that ever again, but it wasn't to be.
"David? Why did he do that to me? I'm not a bad girl. I didn't fuck for just anybody, just one, and we didn't 'fuck' we made wonderful love. I gave my virginity to the man I loved and married and never even looked at other guys. I still don't. Why did he do that? And even after he apologized and said it would never happen again, he still called me a slut, but he didn't want a pregnant slut. Why did my Daddy hurt me? Why didn't he tell me the truth? Why did he let me live a lie for so long? Why did he make me suffer so long? Why? Why? WHY? WHYYYYeee?"
She broke down into more sobbing. I just held her close and let her cry it out in release. I had no answers for her except the standard ones that he was a pervert and an asshole and all that.
"I don't know, Honey. I don't know. I think he gets his kicks from hurting people, sometimes physically, sometimes emotionally. All I know is now I have you back, and if anyone ever hurts or tries to hurt you ever again, I will personally kill them."
Carol crawled in really close, her arms holding me so tight I could hardly breathe. She placed her lips on mine and kissed me hard and demandingly. Her hips ground against me; I could feel her soft hair rubbing my leg as she humped against me, turning herself on. I broke the kiss, and looked at her closely. I wasn't sure she was ready for this yet.
"Carol Anne Lloyd, I love you. Are you sure you want to do this right now? We have all weekend; you don't need to rush into this."
"Yes, David, I want to do this now. I NEED to do this now. I want you to make love to me, not fuck me. I need you to make love to me slowly and tenderly like the first time. I need you to fill me with you and then fill me with YOUR Precious Stuff and wash away the pain I feel inside. Miss Pussy needs her Sweet Prince to fill her up with his Precious Stuff and clean away twenty years of her pain. We need you but we need it gently and with all the love you have. If you wait past now, trying to be nice to me, I'm scared I'll wake up tomorrow thinking you don't want me and then I'll start thinking I'm dirty again. So love me now and make me wake up in love again."
She reached her head to mine and kissed me so tenderly, my heart, hardened by the brutality of her story melted cleanly away. I rolled her to her back and continued that sweet kiss, sucking the sadness from her soul. My hand went to her face and caressed gently, moving down to her neck, shoulder and breast. I squeezed that succulent orb, unbelieving how firm it remained after all these years. Her breasts were as I remembered them -- high firm proud, full, somewhat conical. Through the thin material of her gown I felt the whole mass quicken and harden and the nubbin of her nipple stiffen against my palm. I caressed and massaged both breasts through the material of her gown, as I kissed her. Carol moaned into my mouth at the contact and she arched upward, forcing me into firmer contact with her wonderful boobies.
I moved my hand lower, to the hem of her nightie. My fingers trailed lightly on the hot flesh of her thigh, sliding upward, brushing lightly across her soft brown curls. She raised her hips in invitation, but I kept my hand moving upward, tracing patterns across the hot, firm flesh of her tummy, carrying the hem of her nightie higher. My hand reached the bare flesh of those delectable breasts. I cupped and squeezed and felt the nipple quicken and harden under my palm. I tweaked and played with those hard, hot nubbins, causing her to gasp and arch into my hand, seeking more contact. I broke the kiss and spoke.
"Let's get this damn thing off."
Carol giggled. Oh! How I loved the sound of that delighted and delightful giggle, lost for so long in the depths of her tortured soul.
A hint of playfulness where a few minutes ago was desperation appeared in her voice. "I don't know why ANYONE would wear something to bed with you! It's off in the first few minutes anyway! If a body's gonna be undressed sensuously, it should be part of getting into bed, not after. Taking it off then could break the mood, and it's harder lying down."
I responded in kind, delighted at the turn she was taking. "Oh stop complaining, Woman! It was your idea."
She pouted playfully and helped me remove her nightie and I gazed in wonder at that beautiful sight fully revealed. I tickled her lightly to keep the mood light. She giggled and squirmed. This was more like it!
I fastened my mouth to hers in one of our patented French kisses, Carol got her tongue-sucking routine going, and I was lost. I played with those luscious boobies, and tweaked and pinched the nipples. Her body twitched and jerked at the sensations as small electrical jolts traveled straight to her clitoris. Deepening the kiss, I played faster and a little rougher with those marvelous titties. Carol's breathing got faster and her body quivered at my every touch.
I gently broke the kiss and trailed my lips to her breasts, licking and nibbling down her chin and throat to those gorgeous orbs of warm flesh. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and licked the tip, my beard tickling her boobs. She gasped and jerked. I nipped lightly with my teeth, and she lurched again. I played with the other nipple and breast as I sucked on one, alternating back and forth, teasing her more with the beard. She gasped and sighed as her body shook and quivered to my kisses and touch. She moaned in joy.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm! So go-oo-od! Been too long! Mmmmmmm!"
Still sucking and teasing those wonderful boobies, my hand slid down over her tummy, caressing in patterns, stopping briefly at her cute little navel, and slipped my little finger into the opening, gently finger fucking. My hand caressed lower, to her soft, warm furry bush, pressing lightly on her prominent mons, my fingers tickling and teasing her delightful curls. Her hips lifted in invitation again, welcoming my hand.
I worked my hand lower, fingers, entering the top of her slit. If she was going to panic from the old shame and stop me, it would be soon now. But she didn't, she welcomed me home, her legs parted slightly as my finger entered the top of her valley. I teased a bit finding her hard little nubbin, then withdrew, teasing more. She arched her hips hard into my hand, trying to recapture that elusive finger. She whined in complaint.
'Nnnnn!"
I worked my hand back into her valley, teasing her hard little clit, her hips jerking in response. She opened her legs completely in total surrender and invitation. I worked my fingers through her whole sex, feeling her labia hot and wet. As I stroked and teased, her inner lips opened at my touch, hot and wet, her hips pumping and gyrating. I slid my finger into her tight, wet tunnel. She was so tight! She tensed at the entry. No man had touched her here since he had violated her with his diseased finger twenty years ago. I worked my finger gently, soothingly, gradually opening her up, her wetness welcoming me. I eased my finger in to the knuckle and gently, ever so gently began to finger fuck her, my thumb working through the folds of her labia, spreading her moisture and soothing her flesh.
My mouth left her boobies, her hands reaching to pull me back. I kissed down her tummy as my fingers worked her hole, stimulating, tickling her sensitive skin with my whiskers. Her hips humped and pushed into my hand as my mouth worked lower, pausing at her belly button enough to stab my tongue into her and tease that opening. She gasped and moaned.
"Oh! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
I moved lower, my lips and tongue teasing and caressing through her curls, tasting and smelling the woman of her. I worked lower, swung between her legs and knelt at the altar of her sex. I gazed at it in wonder. She was as fresh and pink as ever, her inner lips blossomed like an exotic flower, her clit hot and pink, erect at the top of her slit. I paid obeisance to her valley, and kissed my way through it, soothing and caressing with my tongue, and tickling with my whiskers. Her hips convulsed and jerked, her hands in my hair, pulling me tighter, her moans and groans of pleasure filling the room.
"Mmmmm!! Oh Yes! OH! Mmmmm!"
I licked and teased and sucked, making her forget the torture of her terrible punishment. My tongue probed her opening and entered. She was open and very wet, her fluids running freely, coating her inner thighs. I lapped and drank her sweet nectar.
I tongue fucked that wonderful hole teasing her clit with my nose, whiskers tickling and teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. I feasted and drank at her altar, working her to a fever pitch, her hips humping harder into my face. I felt her rising and rising toward her crest. I teased and tongue fucked as she pumped and thrust, her hands leaving my hair to pound a tattoo on the bed. Her moans got louder and more insistent.
"Mmmm! Oh Yes! YES! Oh! David! Mmmmm! So Good! YES!"
Her peak was close as I plunged my tongue deep into her tunnel, swirling, tasting, driving in and out. I brought my hand to her mound and worked her clit with my thumb. She climbed and climbed toward her orgasm. I felt her reach the top, I stabbed my tongue into her hole and ground down, twisting with my thumb on her clit. She came in a rush of fluids and convulsing hips as shockwaves rocketed through her body, her heels drumming on the bed. She shouted her joy and release. She squirted and flowed as I lapped her juices greedily. Her spend was more than I could drink at once, and it ran down between her cheeks, dripping onto her towel.
"YES! YES! OGOD! OGOD! YES! OH! OH! O-O-O-H-H YE-E-ES! OH DAVID!"
I eased her down from the heights, kissing gently in her valley, working back up over her tummy to her breasts, dragging my bristly whiskers over now super-sensitive flesh, settling to suck on those scrumptious nips. I moved from between her legs and lay beside her. Our lips met in a soft warm kiss. When we broke from it, she held my eyes, a small tear forming in hers as she whispered.
"David, that was so nice and sweet. I thought I wanted you in me right away, but oh, that was perfect. I came so hard. How did you know to do me that way?"
"Miss Pussy needed to be kissed better. She was still hurting."
"Oh! That's so sweet! I love you so much David! You know? When I saw you with that beard, I wasn't sure about it. You look fine and a little distinguished with it, but it's not the David I knew. However, if you ever shave it off, I'll be like you over shaving Miss Pussy — I'll disown you! That is the most amazing sensation I ever felt when you ate me and rubbed your whiskers on me. WOW! I LIKE!"
As we talked quietly, my hand continued to caress her body, my lips kissing her breasts and slowly teasing her back up toward the heights. My hand slid back to that delicious pussy and teased her clit, finger working the valley and teasing into her sweet tunnel. Her arms went 'round my neck as her hips started to pump once more. She freed a hand and worked it between us, searching. She found my penis, hard and ready for her. She stroked me to even greater hardness.
She giggled and said. "Sweet Prince has grown some since I saw him last. I think he's bigger than he used to be. Put him in me now, David."
I stroked and teased her clit a little more, my beard tickling her nipples. Her hand pulled me more insistently toward her. She cried.
"Put him in me NOW, David! Put him in! HURRY! Pleeeeeese?"
Her hips bucked and lifted. Her hand on my cock dragged me toward her. I lifted and swung between her open thighs. She drew her knees up and let them fall open in total invitation. I lowered my hips and she guided me to her. I entered her slowly, letting her get used to the size and length. No man had been here since I was, twenty years ago. She was as tight and wet as ever, tighter even, from disuse. I bottomed in one long, slow continuous stroke, her talented inner muscles pulsing and throbbing, massaging the length of me as I entered her. Her tunnel was so tight and warm I never wanted to leave. I was home! As I bottomed in her hole, the tip of my penis penetrating her cervix, my pubic bone met hers and ground her clit between us. She moaned in satisfaction.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!! S-o-o-o Go-oo-oo-od! So Full! Mmmmmm! Go-oo-oo-od! David! It feels so good!"
I started with long, slow strokes, fucking her gently, letting her feel the full length as I slowly withdrew then slid back in on each thrust. Her hips matched my rhythm and her muscles worked and milked my member as I stroked easily in and out. Too soon, the passion increased, and my hips moved faster and harder. Her hips continued to match mine in perfect sync. We always were a well-matched machine. As our pace increased, her moans turned to shouts of joy.
"YES! YES! YES! DEEPER! HARDER! OH! OH! OH! HARDER! OH GAWD! OGOD! OH, I LOVE IT! DAVID!"
My hips churned, egged on by her shouts and pleadings of joy. We rode the roller coaster to the top, bucking and fucking our hips together. My cock felt like steel; her pussy muscles clamped and pulsated around me. I was in ecstasy, my balls swelling, her pussy milking, our hips pumping and thrusting as one. We climbed and climbed together, reaching the top and going over the other side in unison.
I felt my balls lift and tighten as my cock swelled even harder. I felt the bittersweet pain of release. I thrust hard and deep, penetrating deep into her cervix as I my balls erupted and squirted load after load of thick white baby juice deep inside her womb. I had always squirted hard and lots with this wonderful woman of mine, but nothing like this! I swore my whole body was being ejected from the end of my cock as I came and came and came. I squirted so much it literally squirted back around the base of my cock, mixing with her fluids. She came with me, her hips lifting and locking, slamming into mine, driving me even deeper into her hot wet depths. I felt my balls inundated by warm liquid as she squirted her own spend, mixing it with my overflow, and she screamed in absolute joy and release!
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!! DAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD!! OOOOOOOO! DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDD!!"
Carol screamed so loud and long, I expected the motel staff to come pounding on the door. I'm sure they heard her at Pie and Jo's house. She always did have huge noisy orgasms, but this was one of her biggest and loudest.
Even as we slowly wound down from our massive mutual climax, my cock continued to pulse and spit, her muscles rippling and sucking out every drop of sperm in me. I had rarely, if ever, come so hard and much as I did for her that time, that night.
I rolled to my side, carrying her with me, still joined. My penis hardly wilted within her clasping tunnel as we kissed and cuddled and whispered sweet nothings in each other's ear. The joy and release of that moment will never be duplicated, for we were joined again in soul and body after twenty years and the only thing that would ever separate us again would be Death itself.
"David, David, David! Oh, David! You filled me so much and so good! I felt him get BIGGER when he shot his Precious Stuff! He shot so hard and so much! I remember him shooting a lot! But that was the most ever! I feel so full and warm! It's deeper in me than ever before!"
"Carol Anne, I don't believe how hard you came! When was the last time you had an orgasm?"
"Until tonight, the last time was with YOU. I haven't even touched myself except to bathe in twenty years. I felt so dirty, even the thought of touching myself made me ill. You've cured me of that now!"
She giggled happily. Oh! I loved the sound of that giggle!
"I love you, David! Oh God how I love you!"
"I love you, Carol Anne Lloyd! Oh How I love you!"
Our emotions were at a peak, so intense we both had tears in our eyes. We clung to each other, immersed in our love, our hips gently pumping.
Soon, our hips began to move more urgently and my cock responded, returning to its former awesome hardness and potency. I rolled her to her back and began to make love to her slowly again. We took longer, our hips moving in perfect harmony. I raised myself up as we gently fucked each other and looked deep into her eyes. We gazed with that old familiarity and love as we moved together, enjoying each other's body as we moved.
I began to move my hips in a circular pattern, grinding and mashing her engorged clit between us. She responded by bucking into me harder and faster. I lowered my lips to hers and she sucked the soul right out of me. Our movements became more frenzied as our passion built once more. My cock was a piston, stroking in and out, driving deeper and harder. Carol thrust back at me equally as hard. We climbed toward the stars, higher and higher riding the tail of a comet, rutting and fucking each other hard and wet. Our coupling made lewd wet slurping sounds as we rutted within the fluids of our first momentous round.
All too soon we reached the apogee of the comet's orbit. My hips plunged in one last deep thrust, driving my cock deep into her womb. My balls heaved and roared their offering, her pussy convulsed and clutched as I squirted almost as much thick, white creamy potent baby butter as the first time. I seemed to come forever, and felt her hot fluids as she came with me. Her arms locked around my neck, her legs around my butt, and we pulled each other so tightly together, we became one as we exploded among the stars. Carol came so intensely she couldn't scream. Her mouth opened to shriek her pleasure but no sound came as her body shuddered in a massive convulsion. Hey eyes lost focus and she relaxed completely as she fainted dead away.
Carol's eyes fluttered open as she rejoined the world a few seconds later, smiling happily, contentedly. "I think I just died and went to Heaven! I saw stars and comets and meteors! David! You promised me once you'd take me to the stars and beyond! You took me there again! I love you so much!"
"I think I saw a supernova! It was awesome! Carol Anne, how can two people get so much pleasure and love from each other without dying? I love you more than life itself."
We rolled together, still joined. As we kissed and nibbled each others lips, my penis slowly deflated and slipped from her clutching tunnel with a wet slurp. We lay back and caught our breath. Carol seemed invigorated and charged up. She rose and spun around, the exhibitionist of old back as her twenty years of shame evaporated. She opened her thighs completely to my gaze.
"How do I look?"
Her pussy gaped as a stream of white cream leaked down into the crack of her luscious cheeks. Her pretty brown curls wet and matted, she looked every inch the well-fucked woman.
Awestruck, I exclaimed, "Now that's one well-fucked pussy!"
Carol crawled back up beside me to cuddle.
"I love you David. Don't ever let me go again."
"I love you too, Carol Anne. You're mine forever, and I'm yours. I lost you once, but never again."
"Riekie still loves you, you know. She wants back, too."
"I know, and I want HER back, too. We are three, and we always will be."
"She's getting a divorce. That's why she's not here now, and it's about time, too, regardless of anything else! I never liked Rick — he seemed to be one cold fish. You know, he never showed any affection for her, even on their wedding day. Whenever he kissed her, it was mechanical, and he never kissed her except when 'required to' during the whole day. She told everyone it was a project at the University, but she had to see her lawyer because she wants to get it done quickly. She said even if you and I didn't get back together, she was going to come to you. She's had enough and wants to come home. She said her divorce should be final by Christmas, then she's coming to you. I wasn't supposed to tell you, but I'm so happy now, I had to tell you, because then we'll be three again."
"Have you two made up, then?"
"Almost, but we need you to complete it. She still didn't know about what that man did to me. I imagine by now she does, if my aunts were able to contact her."
"She'll find out, but you still have to tell her yourself, for the good of both of you. If you don't tell her personally, she may think you copped out by sending a message. And she has to tell me personally what that man tried to do to her, and that that was what really made her leave, not her fight with you. But that's for another day; for now, we'll cross each bridge as we come to it, Dear Heart, now let's get some sleep."
I pulled her close and within minutes we were sound asleep in each other's arms. It was the best sleep I'd had in years.
Somewhere in the middle watches, I awoke to heat and pressure on my groin. Carol had managed to get me hard and mounted me in her old cowgirl style. She rode me hard, and when she saw I was awake, commanded me to watch her as she fucked herself on me. It was a dizzying sight, watching her boobies jiggle and bounce and my cock moving in and out of that luscious furry snatch. Soon I was 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, her pelvis driving 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 was almost instantly asleep, a sweet smile of contentment on her lovely face, her pussy contentedly nibbling at the tip of my penis. Gently I rolled us to our sides, and still joined, I drifted into blissful slumber with her.