As I climbed the stairs, I thought about Diane's reaction to the evening's revelations. From being very angry and hurt, at the beginning of my story, Diane had become more and more accepting of the situation as the story developed, and her new-found love for Carol was profound. I wondered how she'd be with me tonight.
As I entered our room I noticed Carol's sketch in a place of honour on Diane's night table and that Diane was already in the en suite bath doing whatever it is women have to do to get ready for bed. I stepped out to the main bathroom, and did my own nightly routine of pee, brush my teeth, and wash up a bit. It only took a few minutes, and I was back in our room. Diane was still in the bathroom. I could hear what sounded like the shower running, and she was humming a tune I recognized with shock as the same oldies song Carol had hummed in the shower — My Girl! From that, I deduced that her acceptance of the other two wives was almost complete. I undressed, turned out the light, leaving on just the small night light we used in case we had to get up to check on one of the kids, set the alarm, and slid into bed. As I did, I heard a familiar crinkly plastic sound — a mattress cover!
Shortly, the shower stopped, and in a few minutes, Diane came into our room completely nude. Not unusual in that we always slept in the nude, but unusual in that she always wore her robe until just before she slipped under the covers. She seemed totally unconcerned as the light form the bath revealed her marvelous body. It seemed Diane was making huge steps in her healing from her abuse. She turned out the bathroom light and padded over to the bed. I threw the covers back on her side for her, and was pleasantly surprised she'd prepared the bed with a towel too. She slid in next to me and cuddled up, her hot flesh burning against mine. Whatever she'd felt earlier, she was still my lover!
Diane squirmed around until she was all snugly and comfortable then held her sweet face up for a kiss. I bent my lips to hers and kissed her tenderly, but soon the kiss became hot and demanding as we tried to suck each other's souls from our bodies. Diane got that damn tongue-suck action going that Carol had obviously told her about, and almost sucked my brain out. As we broke from our hot kiss, she rubbed her hot little body all over mine. She looked up at me with a dreamy smile and asked. "Did you really love both those girls as much as you said, and Carol Anne says?"
"Not 'did', Honey, 'do'."
"Where does that leave me, then?"
"Very much loved. Didn't I tell you earlier to remember something?"
"Yes, something about a 'Cosmic Moment', but I'm not sure I grasped it all. I was pretty confused then, and just overwhelmed by the intensity of the love you shared with those girls."
"My 'Cosmic Moment' came about from wrestling with the question of how I could love two women at the same time with equal intensity, and just how it came to be that BOTH those wonderful creatures owned my soul. I described Carol Anne as the other half of my soul, she made me complete. How was it then, that I felt the same toward Riekie? In a profound moment of clarity, I decided that my soul was probably infinite. Half of infinity was still infinity, therefore, I could feel the same infinite depth of love for each and both of them, and I was not complete without either.
"Then, Friday night, while I was talking to you on the phone I realized a corollary to the 'Cosmic Moment' I'd had on Riekie's wedding day -- it was possible to love not just two people at once, but three, and probably more, with equal intensity. An infinite soul has infinite capacity for love, so you also own my soul, and I'm not complete without you.
"For me, loving Carol Anne or Riekie or you is all the same. I love all three of you equally yet different. The 'different' is determined by your own individuality. Am I making any sense to you?"
"So now, instead of loving just them or just me, you love ALL of us? Wow!"
I pulled Diane closer and kissed her tenderly again before continuing.
"And what about you, Diane Marie, My Sweet Pixie? You're in the same situation as the girls and me — you love more than one person. You're head over heels over the girl in that picture you could hardly put down, and I think you've fallen, or are falling for, without ever talking to her, a certain very pretty blonde, plus you claim you still love me. Is that any different?"
With the reminder of Carol's picture, Diane grinned, turned away from me and took a long loving look at it. I liked having a nude Carol looking over my bed again. It had been too many years hidden in a box. Now someone else got as much pleasure from that sketch as I did.
"You're right, David! Why didn't I think of that? Here I am worrying about you not loving me because you love them, when at the same time I'm in love with at least one of them myself as well as you. I'm not sure yet how I feel about Riekie, but I KNOW I love Carol Anne." <Giggle>
"Have I actually told you today how much I love you?"
"Not recently... show me."
I reached for her and pulled her close again; our lips met in another passionate soul-searing kiss. Our tongues collided and dueled for what seemed at least a week and a half. I felt my toes curling as Diane tried to blend her body completely with mine. When we broke, gasping for air, she whispered. "That much, eh?"
"Oh, yeah! Would you like Carol Anne's special gift, now?"
"Mmmm-hmmm. She said whatever you did to me, I was to pretend it was her — with whiskers. <giggle> I can't imagine that lovely face with a beard!" <Giggle!>
I decided to give her a mixture of the first times I did Carol, seeing as it would be my first facial trip below her breasts and her first time with a 'girl', too.
I let my hand drift to her pert boobies. Even after two kids, Diane's breasts were as firm as a teenager's, standing proudly on her chest with barely any sag. Her breasts firmed under my touch as I kissed her hotly again, my penis rising fully to the occasion.
I played with her nipples, feeling them become hard and erect, as little shocks ran through her body. I pinched and tweaked those firm nubbins and she moaned in pleasure, her hips twitching with each jolt to her clit. Seems like she's another hard wired one!
"Ooooooooo! Mmmmmmm!"
I trailed kisses down from her lips to her throat, blowing gentle raspberries on her carotids, causing more shocks and moans. My hand moved downward from those wonderful boobies toward her tummy, caressing and stroking in patterns, touching all of her. I tickled and teased with my lips and whiskers toward her breasts as my hand worked lower to her sweet little belly button. I slipped the little finger into that small opening and gently finger fucked it as my lips found their way to her breasts, nipping and teasing, my whiskers tickling and caressing her burning flesh. I found a nipple with my mouth and started to suck, flicking it with my tongue and nipping gently with my teeth. Each little nip caused a spasm to rock her frame as electric shocks traveled straight to her clit. I glanced up at her — her head was turned to the side and her eyes were fixed firmly on Carol's picture as she gasped and cried her pleasure, her hips pumping and churning as her hands tangled in my hair, holding my mouth to her sweet titties.
"O! O! O! Goo-oo-ood! O! AH! O!"
My mouth fully on her breast, I licked and teased her nipple. It swelled and hardened more. Her breathing was getting ragged. I sucked hard, suddenly. Another jolt traveled down her body. Her hips rose and bucked again.
"O-o-oo-o-hh—h! You're torturing meeee! Don't stop! So good!"
My mouth trailed lower, off her breasts, whiskers tickling, down onto her tummy as my hand returned from her tummy and resumed exploring her boobies. I flicked a nipple and another jolt spasmed though her. I reached across, flicked the other. Another jolt! Her hips were squirming and thrusting. I licked down her tummy toward her navel. I blew gentle raspberries on her hot, moist skin. Everywhere my mouth traveled, the taste was wonderful. Her familiar scent was intoxicating.
My mouth moved lower, kissing, licking and nibbling, whiskers tickling. I found her navel. I kissed, licked, and nibbled all around it. Her belly was vibrating, her hips pumping. I flicked her nipples some more. Spasms rocked her each time I flicked a nipple. My mouth moved to her navel, lightly teasing. I pressed my face into her navel and probed it with my tongue. Another spasm! I worked my tongue in and out of her navel, gently tongue fucking it. Her hips were really working now. She had both hands at the back of my head, pulling, stroking my hair. I stopped fucking her navel with my tongue. My hand grasped her left breast and I squeezed fairly hard. She sucked in a huge breath. I blew a huge raspberry into her navel. She lurched and uttered a small scream. Her hips humped up, and locked in an intense orgasm.
"Aiiieeee! Carol Anne! What did you just do to me! OGod! OGod! OGod! OOooo!"
Ah! She was into the fantasy fully now! I wasn't finished yet, not by a long shot. My mouth moved back up toward her breasts, seeking, teasing. I kissed her right breast. Her hips were still churning. Her breathing ragged, hard, I moved to her nipple, and started suckling. I worked her right breast with my mouth. She was almost out of her mind! I lifted off her right breast, dragged my bristly beard across her cleavage, tickling, and attacked her left breast with my mouth, kissing, teasing. I popped the nipple in my mouth and began suckling.
My hand traced lightly up her ribs, sending quivers through her, and came to rest on her right breast. I squeezed and massaged it. Her back arched. Her moaning was constant, now. I flicked the nipple. A jolt coursed through her body. I flicked again, another jolt! My hand trailed down off her right breast as I suckled her left, teasing the nipple with my tongue. It sought, tracing patterns over her tummy, lower and lower. It paused at her navel. I gently inserted my index finger into it, and again began a gentle fucking motion. Her head thrashed back and forth, but always trying to hold the focus on Carol's picture. She gasped for air biting at her lower lip.
I slowed down the motion. My hand traveled lower to the edge of her mons then back up to her tummy, my finger paying homage to her navel again. My mouth left her left breast. The wet nipple puckered in the relatively cool air. My mouth moved to her right breast and suckled her nipple. She was writhing and moaning continuously. I flicked the nipple with my tongue. Another jolt rocketed through her.
"Oh! You sweet bitch! Don't stop!" Tut! Tut! Such a name to call your subby girl! <grin>
Taking it to a new level, I gently bit her nipple, squeezing and pulling back. She sucked in a breath between her teeth. My hand traveled back down over her tummy, wandering all about, leaving no area untouched. Caressing, teasing. Once again, my finger invaded her navel for a few strokes then my hand traveled lower and discovered heaven, wandering onto her pubis. The curls were soft and silky and her hips gyrated. My hand traveled lower, to the apex of her womanhood. Her legs were slightly parted, relaxed. My fingers probed and found the top of her slit. My baby finger slipped into it. It was moist and warm. I wiggled it around a little then withdrew. Her hips lunged upward, trying to get it back. Her thighs opened more. A plaintive moan.
"Nnnnnnn?"
My hand traveled back up over her mons, fingers exploring and teasing those delightful curls. Gently I withdrew my hand from her sex. With one little nip of my teeth on her nipple, she spasmed. My mouth left her right breast, kissing, licking lower. I worked down, pausing at her navel. I kissed it, and gave it a single sharp probe with my tongue. She lurched. Diane was almost inarticulate, meaningless sounds from her mouth, her head lolling back and forth. My mouth traveled lower, inhaling her scent, tasting her.
At last, I kissed my way into those curls, and saw them in the dim light of the night light. Beautiful. A single word to describe the bliss of that moment. I buried my face in her curls and inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. My cock lurched! The smell to drive a man wild with lust and passion! I brought my mouth to the top of her slit. My tongue probed out and in. I got a small taste of her juices. My head reeled. I stabbed gently, repeatedly with my tongue. Her hips rose to meet and hold this intruder. Her thighs parted even more. I inhaled deeply two or three more times, loading up on her scent. I pursed my lips and blew straight down through her slit. Her hips suddenly spasmed and locked as she had another orgasm.
"What? Whaaat are you <gasp>doooiinngg tooo meeee? Carol Anne?"
I started winding her up again. I moved up her body, trailing kisses and whiskers tickling, up her tummy, across her breasts, and finally to her lips. They were engorged and I placed little love kisses there. She was still breathing a little hard, still up a bit. I wanted to keep her there, not let her all the way down. I gently turned her face from Carol's picture and my lips locked onto hers. We started gently, but she was soon insistent, her body starting to writhe. She tried to suck the tongue out of my head.
I broke the kiss, gently, my mouth quickly working south, tasting her lovely pink nips briefly on the way past, just enough to elicit small gasps and shocks, gently winding her up, my right hand already exploring. My lips continued their southward trek. I paused briefly at her navel, tasting, probing it with my tongue. Her back arched slightly. My hand traveled farther south, brushing lightly through those wonderful brown curls, tickling a bit, causing her to shudder. It moved down, not quite to the top of her slit, rotating slightly, with a little pressure on her mons. It halted, teasingly close to her slit. My little finger touched, ever so lightly at the very apex. Her hips came up, reaching for it. Diane moaned plaintively, wanting it. I teased; my hand moved to the side, finger tips lightly tracing down the top of her thigh as she shuddered again.
"Nnnnnnnnn?"
I shifted my position, my mouth traversing below her navel, where it had been gently sucking. My lips met and brushed her lovely thicket. I tickled her hair with my whiskers and inhaled her scent, fresh, clean with a hint of arousal. My hand traced back up her thigh, her body shuddering. My hand moved up, brushing my beard, as it came to the apex, without touching. Then it trailed, fingertip light down her right thigh to her knee, then back up, slightly more to the inside, toward her apex. Again it turned just short, and trailed back down the inside of her left thigh. She instinctively spread wider.
My face was buried in her curls, the texture and scent overpowering. My hands continued their teasing, wandering up and down her thighs. She opened more. I slid my hand up her right thigh, past the vee onto her curls, and started back down her left thigh. Just below her nether lips, it stopped. I slid it between her thighs and turned it ninety degrees. She got the message and opened wide. I flipped myself between her now outspread legs, both hands on her hips, supporting my weight on my elbows. My lips in her bush started kissing back up to her navel, kissing side to side. Her hands came to my head, started pushing me down. I resisted moving too quickly. She was moaning, hips pumping, gazing fixedly at Carol's picture.
"Ooooooooo! Caaarrrooool Aaannnne!"
Gradually, nuzzling, blowing raspberries all over her delectable flesh, my mouth worked lower, first on her bush, then moving downward, her hand pushing me lower. Her hips pumped. My lower lip dropped over the precipice of her mons, beard leading and tickling. I nuzzled into the top of her split, my mouth working lower into her as she spread her legs even farther, drew her knees up and let them fall outward, making herself totally open to me. I took a few seconds to just gaze at the wonder so willingly, eagerly displayed for me after years of being hidden in shame and shyness. I glanced upward. Diane raised herself on her elbows so she could look down and we smiled at each other. She was briefly out of the fantasy of me being Carol.
"What's it look like down there? You don't know how much I've wanted to show you those special places before, but couldn't! Now, through some magic of you and Carol Anne together, I can!"
'Fan- fucking-tastic! You don't know how much I've wanted to see these secret places! Sorry to slow the action, but I just have to stare in wonder for a bit longer. Pussy is one of the sweetest little pussy creatures I've ever seen! What's it look like from there?"
It was almost like our first time ever and being as I'd never been this close up and personal with Diane's pussy before, I guess in a sense it was. I remembered what it was like with Carol and Riekie the first time, and was delighted with Diane's reactions.
"Looks hot, like you're trying to crawl back where you came from."
"In a sense, I guess I am." Where had I heard almost exactly the same lines before? The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I got more comfortable, and asked a question I had only asked once before.
"Do you shave down here?"
"No, why?"
"It's clean and fresh all around the lips. Those lovely brown curls hang down over your mons, protecting your clit a little as they should, but between, there's no hair. It's WONDERFUL."
"What's so wonderful about no hair there?"
"It makes it so much prettier and sweeter, and I just love it! You'll know what I mean if you ever do Carol Anne or Riekie this way yourself."
"How's Rascal doin'?"
"He's enduring a little stress, but nothing we can't handle as a team. But enough about him and me; remember who's really doing this."
Diane reached to the night table, lifted Carol's drawing off, brought it to her mouth and kissed Carol's image on the lips! She was back into the fantasy.
Back to giving Carol's special gift: I got more comfortable. I slid down more onto the bed between her thighs, bringing my arms down, under her thighs, and wrapping them around her legs so my hands were resting on her bush. My face was now looking straight into Heaven's door. I inhaled! Ah! The aroma of MY woman in heat! So intoxicating!! I could never get enough of that fragrance! I took a good long look.
Diane's lips were a lovely coral pink, slightly parted, the inner lips protruding out slightly past. They were a similar shade, only darker, not as large as Carol's and not as small as Riekie's. I could just barely see her little clit sticking out near the top. It was pink too, but a much hotter, stimulated shade. She glistened; her juices, wet down into the divide of her sweet little buns. The towel under her was damp and everywhere, the smell of her sex and heat. I brought my hands down toward her furrow, and gently pried her slit open with my thumbs. Her clit popped out hot, and erect. I flicked it with a thumb. She jumped and humped.
"YIPE!"
I moved forward, pushed my tongue out to its full length, pointing it at the tip, and very deliberately licked from the bottom of her labia to the top, forcing them to part. My head firmly between her thighs, my whiskers tickled the super sensitive flesh of her inner thighs near the junction. Her inner lips opened like the petals of an exotic flower. The taste was simply exquisite! She started squirming and I had to hold her in place. I licked again, this time from the bottom all the way to her clit. Diane's reaction was almost instantaneous! She convulsed, a small amount of fluid spraying out of her tight hole, which was now completely wet. I licked again and the inner lips parted fully. Oh what a beautiful sight! There before me, were the gates of Paradise, flushed hot pink and open. Her tunnel pulsed, almost as if it was breathing. I couldn't resist any more, pressed my face up tight, and stuck my tongue as far up her tunnel as I could get it, my whiskers tickling and stimulating wherever they touched. My nose ran the bottom of her clit, driving her orbital! Her hips started bucking and churning, her thighs clenching against my head, increasing the sensations of my beard on her overheated flesh.
"OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! O... O... O... O... O!! Carol Anne!"
I started tongue fucking her hole. My nose, rubbing through her upper labia, and bumping her clit, set her off again. As with Carol before her in bygone days, I decided to try for just a vaginal orgasm. I dropped my chin, relieving the pressure on her clit. I pulled my tongue back and literally suck-kissed her vaginal opening getting a delicious mouth full of her juice and a strangled scream out of her.
"Aaaaiiiggggghhhh!"
This woman had more raw nerves than an open wound! Her hips thrashed and pumped, her hands tangling in my hair and pulling me tighter into her sopping depths. I worked my tongue back into her hot wet hole and swirled it round and round, in and out, and up and down, just my lips and tongue working her vagina.
Feeling her building toward her orgasm, I sped up my tongue fucking as her hips humped faster and harder. I hung on for dear life as I felt her rising to a crescendo. Inarticulate groaning sounds escaped her lips and built in pitch and volume.
I worked my tongue in her faster and deeper and she kept building, hips rising off the bed. I felt her getting close to the edge as I pulled my tongue back, feeling her build with the out stroke. I stabbed my tongue back in -- hard! She bucked and flailed, not quite there yet.
I pulled my tongue back again, sucking in a pulsing motion with my whole mouth. I launched my tongue again, suddenly probing as deep as possible. She was almost there! I pulled my tongue back one more time then plunged it straight in to its full length, swirling it around, then rapidly in and out. I loosened the suction of my lips, and blew a huge raspberry right on her vaginal opening. She launched and went beyond orbital!
Her hips rocketed off the bed, jamming her pussy hard into my face as her vagina pulsed, contracting and releasing. Her hips dropped to the bed as I continued working her with my tongue. Her hips flailed back up hard, and stayed up, her thighs clenching around my head, holding me. Her vagina squirted and squirted. I sucked up her nectar as fast as she shot, and she screamed. To my ears, an angel sang as she orgasmed within her gift fantasy.
"CAAAAAAAAARRRRRROOOOOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNE!!!"
She bucked and churned, her hands pounding the mattress. Her thighs still locked on my head, making it difficult to breathe. Just when I thought I would pass out from lack of air, she relaxed and I was able to get my head back far enough to breathe which meant pulling off her vagina. She was still squirting! As she relaxed, she was wide open. I dropped my tongue to the bottom of her furrow, pressed my face in a little tight, and moving my head licked straight up with the full width of my tongue, right up to and over her clit, my whiskers teasing and tickling her inner thighs. She rocked and convulsed again. As my tongue touched her clit, I applied a little more pressure and licked hard. As the tip of my tongue passed over it, I flicked that hot little nubbin hard, then fluttered it with the tip and GROWLED. She almost launched straight up off the bed! Her spasms were hard and fast as her head thrashed from side to side. Her heels drummed the bed as she screamed and screamed!
"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
" DAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!"
I looked on, amazed! Her vagina squirted a viscous pearly fluid about four inches, and it kept squirting! The distance it reached reduced with the violence of the convulsions that rocked her petite, edible body. Just when it seemed they were over, another one would rattle through her, and she'd squirt again. I just lay there and enjoyed the show. Her breathing was laboured, gasping for breath.
Curious, and yes, I'm still a bastard, I know... I blew gently directly on her clit in a long continuous stream. Diane started to buck and thrash again grunting hard as her pussy squirted and squirted.
"UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH!! CAROL!! ANNE!!"
Finally, not wanting to wear her out completely, I let her wind her self down. Her hips and body jerked and heaved, but less frequently as sporadic jolts passed the full length of her body. While she settled down, I checked her out. The inside of her thighs was soaked and the towel actually had a puddle on it, the production and viscosity of the fluid outpacing the absorbency of the towel. As the spasms and shock waves passed gradually away, she was able to relax her legs. Her knees were drawn up, bent, and folded to the outside, her whole pussy fully exposed, and simply gorgeous.
"OOOOOHHHH! MYYYY GAWD!"
"Are you OK?"
"I... I... think so... that was so-o-o-o intense! I didn't think it was ever gonna stop!"
"I was beginning to wonder if I pushed you too far."
"How much mess did I make?"
"Lots, but the towel is doing its job."
"I've got to learn to do that so I can return the favour to Carol Anne. She said she learned from you. What a gift!"
She kissed Carol's picture again, then set it back on the night table.
I crawled up to face her as she lay there, still breathing a little hard. I kissed her gently, letting her taste herself on me. and she returned it with passion. Soon we were in another of those tongue sucking clinches. My hands wandered all over her body. She started quivering and her hips rose insistently off the bed.
My hand wandered down to her pussy, trailed loosely through her curls and into her sopping valley. I made sure my hand was fully soaked. Some of her last juice was thicker, creamier. Careful not to disturb her clit, I scooped as much with my fingers as I could. I carefully withdrew my hand, brought it to my face, and inhaled deeply. I offered it to her. She inhaled, and smiled.
"Wanna taste? It's your turn, but save me a little"
"I've never tasted myself until I tasted me on your lips just now. Tasted kinda nice."
She took my proffered hand and sucked each finger except the baby one dry then licked off the back of my hand.
She moaned, "Mmmm! This is delicious! I do taste good!"
She very slowly, deliberately, sucked my little finger into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine. She worked it in and out of her mouth sensuously, sucking it clean. She held my one hand in both of hers, and made the most sensuous production of licking her girl cum off my palm. The sensation of her soft tongue on my palm caused my nearly forgotten cock to rage into full, almost painful recognition.
Now licked clean, my hand wandered back down to her pussy as our lips locked in a feverish kiss once more. My fingers dropped over the edge, and probed her hot, tight opening and entered her easily. She was relaxed and totally lubricated and I worked my primary digit into her as far as I could. I stroked her a little then worked in a second finger, loosening her up. Her kissing became more demanding as my finger pumped her hole, gently fucking it, as my thumb gently strummed her engorged clitty.
Diane broke the kiss, gasping. "David! Oh David! I want him in me. I want Rascal in me NOW!"
She tried to pull me on top of her, her head starting to rock from side to side. I worked my fingers a bit more as I rose up and swung my legs between hers. I positioned myself, grasped my now raging cock, and worked the head up and down through her slot, teasing her and spreading the furiously leaking pre-cum all about her lips and opening. She became demanding.
"NOW! NOW! PUT HIM IN ME NOW! HURRY DAVID! PUT HIM IN! HURRRYYYY!! PLEEEEESE!"
I steered the head to her opening. It lodged there naturally and she gasped.
"Goo-oo-ood! Put him iii-iiiinnnn!"
I pushed forward and the head slid in part way. The feeling was indescribable, a delirium of pleasure. I pushed a little farther and the head popped in, grasped tightly by the ring of her vaginal opening. I had to pause, it felt so good. Diane moaned, trying to get me in deeper as her hips thrust up to meet me.
"Oh Rascal! You feel s-o-o-o-o-o goo-oo-ood. I've missed you! More! Deeper!"
I pushed harder. I paused to let her adjust then pushed once more, and slid all the way into her velvety, grasping glove. The sensations I felt were indescribably wonderful. She was tight, hot, wet! I felt something touch, almost nibble at the tip -- the mouth of her cervix.
"OH YEAH! SO GOOD! SO FULL! OH RASCAL! PUSSY'S STARVING! FEEEEEED HERRRR!"
God! Always with the anthropomorphisms!
I let her savor her fullness for a few seconds. I withdrew, almost out then I pushed back in one long stroke. Her hands went to my butt, pulling and her hips lifted. She pulled me deeper, her legs wrapped 'round me. I started to stroke. I fucked into her, she fucked back. She met me stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. Soon, I was ramming her hard, the base of my cock rubbing her clit, my pubic bone slamming down onto it.
We rutted like two animals in heat. I couldn't believe the sensations! Diane's pussy never felt this good before! Her pussy contracted around my shaft, milking it squeezing it. Our thrusts became wild. I slammed and slammed into her. She slammed back, I sensed her building. It added to my own sensation. I could feel it building up through my balls, building and building. Her own orgasm was getting close. We clutched. We fucked.
We ground against each other. I couldn't take much more! My thrusts became short rapid strokes. My buttocks were a blur of motion. She matched me. We were both grunting and gasping. I felt my release coming. I sensed hers was close too. We rode the wave together. UP! UP! UP! UP! My balls spasmed! My cock swelled even more.
One! TWO! THREE! FOUR thrusts! ANOTHER ONE! I felt it starting to go and I exploded! At the same time, her arms and legs wrapped around me as she came hard. Her pussy bucked hard into me. I pulled back one time, then buried it as deep in her as I could get and left it buried. I felt my cum shooting and shooting deep into her convulsing womb. I heard her scream my name as I squirted and squirted and squirted and squirted what felt like several quarts (Imperial) of hot, creamy baby maker deep into her sopping pussy.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDD!!"
Except for the exceptional orgasms when Carol and I made our babies, I didn't think I'd ever come so much at one time. <Male ego -- I think that every time I have a big orgasm.> My hips convulsed and I squirted another big load of thick white sperm-rich cream, some of it squeegeeing back past my cock as I overfilled that sweet, convulsing pussy. I felt her pussy milking me as her hot liquid scalded my balls. Finally, at last spent, I relaxed against her. I rolled to my side pulling her with me, my cock still buried inside her, only slightly softened. Goddamn! This was only the second time we'd come together! Amazing! She was truly a woman of Wicca!
We held each other close, our hips making small, after-fuck motions. My cock started to deflate, but I kept it in her. It felt too good to take it out. She just held onto me, making cooing sounds. Our lips met in the most tender kiss we'd ever shared. This was LOVE. L-O-V-E! LOVE!
"Oh God! Diane Marie, I love you so much". I had tears in my eyes. "That was just so wonderful, I can't describe it. It was our best ever, and somehow I think it's just going to keep getting better, now."
"David, David, David. I felt Rascal shoot so hard and hot in me! He shot so hard and so much, I thought it was gonna come out my ears. Oh! I love that feeling! Stay in me while we go to sleep!"
She pulled tight to me, and kept me buried in her depths. I felt her cervix nibbling at the tip.