We must have been more tired than we thought, because we slept right through. I woke about six, according to my watch, spooned with Carol. My right hand cupped a succulent breast, my left comfortably caressed her pregnant tummy, and a rather prominent morning woody was comfortably tucked between her thighs. I kissed and licked her lightly on the back of the neck. She woke, and turned her lips to me for a kiss.
"G'morning, Beautiful Wife."
"G'morning, Handsome Husband. Oooo! I still like that! That's still the best way to wake up!"
She felt my erection between her thighs and moved her hips suggestively. She was already wet, and I slid easily in her slickness. "Ooooo! I like that too. But I think I like it better here." She reached down to her pussy, found the tip of my boner, and guided it to her entrance. We adjusted our hips a little, and as I slid comfortably into her tight, wet depths, she moaned appreciatively. "Ah! Mmmmmm! That's better! So-o-o go-oo-ood! Mrs. Pussy would like her breakfast now, please."
In the spoon, I felt like a long, lazy fuck, and that's what I gave her. She loved it! All too soon though, the inevitable result of man and woman joined took us over. I rutted into her and she rutted back. My hand moved from her tummy to her muff, matted from last night. I found her clitty and strummed as I pounded into her. Carol's soft moans became grunts of urgency.
"Uh! Uh! Harder! Faster! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
My hips thrust and bucked, jerking my throbbing cock in and out, sawing at her clasping pussy. Carol's vaginal muscles squeezed and gripped, sending indescribably delicious sensations rocketing through my body. I felt that old familiar tension start to build as my balls tightened and pulled up against the base of my penis. Carol's hips bucked more furiously into mine as I fingered and teased her hot, hard nubbin. The clasping and clenching of those marvelous inner muscles intensified. We caught the wave and rode it together toward a thundering crash on a distant shore, Carol's cries echoing around the room.
"YES! YES! OGOD! YES! OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! FEED MRS. PUSSY! FEE-EED HERRR!"
My own grunts competed with hers.
"UH! UH! OH, HON! IT'S GONNA BE BIG! UH! UH! UH!"
The wave started to crest, our hips thrusting and grinding as my raging member plundered her seething, molten depths. The bed rocked and shook, our cries and grunts shattering the early morning silence.
"OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! I'M CUMMMMINNGG! OGOD!"
"UH! UH! UH! CAR-OL AN-NE! CUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG!"
The wave crested and broke, sundering on the beach. I drew back and slammed home in one last powerful thrust, holding as my balls erupted geyser upon geyser of salty white baby batter to surge up and through my jerking, bucking cock. My rampaging penis stiffened even more, swelled and spat over and over and over, spewing what felt like gallons of thick, creamy goop into her greedy, clutching tunnel. My spend gushed against her already gravid womb and splashed back, eddying around the base of my penis and dribbled into the cleft of her sweet cheeks. As I squirted and squirted, Carol's muscles clenched and clamped, milking out every drop of cum from my body. Her whole body shook and quaked in a series of massive convulsions as her hips slammed back into mine and she screamed, making last night's scream seem a mere whisper.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! DAAAAAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!! AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"
I collapsed back onto the bed, momentarily exhausted, gently withdrawing my still erect morning hard-on from her pulsing sheath with a wet sucking sound. Carol's hips still rocked gently as she caught her breath. She rolled over to cuddle against me. We kissed tenderly and snuggled in post coital bliss. As my senses slowly returned, I became aware of two sets of eyes, one a dazzling blue, the other the most amazing brown, watching us in stunned amazement.
Riekie gasped, her hand busy in her gorgeous blonde muff. "Hot! So goddamn hot! If I was wearing panties, I'd hafta change 'em!" She gasped and shuddered as she brought herself to climax on her own fingers.
Diane was no better off. She stared, her own hand busy between her legs. 'Hot! I guess so! You guys are the originals!" She too, gasped and shuddered as she came to her own ministrations.
Carol giggled. "Rascal, our Sweet Prince sure fed Mrs. Pussy more Precious Stuff than she could eat today! She's an absolute mess!" She rolled to her back, drew her knees up and flopped them open. "Look!'
Riekie and Diane scrambled around to see. Diane exclaimed, "Eeeew! What a gawd awful mess! I'm not eating that! You need a bath! Waddaya think, Princess?"
Riekie's little girl poked her head out to see what all the fuss was about. "Eeeeww! Ras-cal made a re-al aw-ful mess this time! Poor Mis-sus Pus-sy! She's all fill-lled up! Yup! Her pret-ty curls are all yucky! Ewww! She needs a bath! Yup!"
I just had to see for myself. I sat up and turned to look. They were right. Carol's pussy was a complete, utter glorious mess. Her beautiful brown curls were matted and crusted with a mixture of old and fresh spunk. A thin glaze of dried fluids adorned her inner thighs and a thick stream of heavy white fluid oozed and seeped from her gaping opening, dribbling between her cheeks and onto her towel. I was inordinately proud of myself, thinking back to our first time. Carol asked me. 'Waddaya think, Mr. Man?"
I laughed, "They're right! She's a mess! A beautiful, sexy, awe-inspiring, glorious mess! And you know what? We made that mess! Rascal, your Sweet Prince, me, and you! We did it! What a team! That is one well-fucked pussy, even if I do say so myself! But you do need a bath, I think..."
Riekie giggled, "We're all showering together today! So we better get to it before the kids come barging in here."
I turned back around and gave Carol a sweet kiss. "C'mon, Mommy Carol, bath time."
The girls had set out some robes for us the night before, which we threw over our arms as the four of us headed for the shower. It got a little crowded around the toilet with the three of them jockeying for position to steer the morning woody as I relieved myself. Having three warm hands holding me was a new and wonderful treat. Now there were three looks of mild disappointment as the morning erection followed the urine down the drain.
Each girl took a turn relieving herself as I got the shower running and set to temperature. I had three giggling squirming females coming on my hands before we were done. To have three salacious young women wash and suck my penis to erection and orgasm was to die for. We'd never done bukkake before, (Normally I think it's degrading to a woman to blow all over her face.) but with three of them, it was the only way they could share the 'wealth' — so to speak. They squealed and giggled in delight as my hips jerked and shook, squirting out another enormous quantity of white, sticky fluid toward their eagerly waiting mouths. What they didn't catch directly, they eagerly licked off each other's faces like cats preening and bathing.
It might be the novelty of three of them behaving so erotically in innocent abandon that stimulated me so quickly and voluminously after that monumental orgasm of a few minutes ago, but I wondered if the house wasn't also becoming saturated in that dangerous pheromone... My last act in the shower was to plant a wet kiss on all three beautiful pussies, giving each hard little nubbin a flick with my tongue. Carol was last, and got the full treatment. Her opening still leaking a little, I got a taste of myself with hers.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled each of my beauties as they came out, wrapping them in that warm cuddly feeling I get when drying My Girls (My Girls!). All three ganged up and toweled me until I thought I'd dissolve in the warmth of their love. With only three sinks and four people, there was the usual friendly shoving match to see who got to use them, but we managed, and all got our teeth brushed and hair combed with lots of tickling and giggling. Not knowing if the kids were up yet, we slipped on our robes before re-entering the bedroom.
As we stepped into the bedroom I saw two small forms snuggled on our bed. They saw us emerge from the bathroom, and bounded up, giggling and squealing. "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy Carol! Mommy Diane! You guys are funny! You make lots of happy tickle noises!"
We laughed with them, hugging and kissing in the light of another new day. "Good Morning, Angels!"
From down the hall, another earsplitting scream rattled through the house. D.J. giggled. "Unca Bob and Karen make lots of noise, too!" Her sister nodded. "Yup!
Carol giggled. "How many's that now? Three?"
I hugged her. "Nope. Four I know of. I heard them again just after you guys went to sleep."
Diane spoke up, her face one huge grin. "Guess again. That brings it up to five. They woke me up about two."
Riekie was hysterical. "Then it's six! They woke me up about five. He got a helluva screech out of her that time!"
Carol rolled around on the bed, fit to be tied. "David! He's going for your record!"
"Hmmph! If Princess hadn't been in such a damn rush that morning I'da had another notch on my bedpost! Guess we can't count September, eh?"
"No, Dear, we can't. Two reasons — it wasn't a 'first night', and you had the extra stimulation of all those pheromones, remember?" She had another laughing attack.
"How can I forget? My dick still aches <Tillsonburg! Tillsonburg!... > when I remember what over stimulation can do to you." (I don't know why, but whenever I hear someone, including myself, say a body part still aches, I hear Stompin' Tom Connors' gravelly voice singing 'Tillsonburg! Tillsonburg! My back still aches when I hear that word... ') Riekie looked a little non-plussed. She hadn't heard the 'broken Rascal' story yet. Diane laughed and laughed.
Carol recomposed herself from her laughing fit. "I'm going to knock on their door and let them know it's time to get up before they get going again."
Carol slipped out. Presently we heard the soft tap of her knocking on their door then Carol said, "Time to get up, Robert. We have a busy day ahead." A pause; then. "OK. Be right back."
Carol came back all smiles. "Show time, ladies — all of us." The three of them got as serious as they could (I think they were a little nervous.), straightened their robes so they were presentable, and marched off to do their duty. I was left babysitting. We heard the soft knock on the door, then the sound of it opening and closing. The twins sensed something important was happening. I sat on the foot of the bed, waiting for My Girls to return with a child sitting nervously on either side, hanging onto my arms.
In a few minutes, we heard Bob and Karen's door open and the sound of voices and happy giggles. Our women returned all smiles. Carol carried a folded towel very carefully. When they closed the door, Carol presented the towel to me, and very formally stated. "I am their Witness, and I say to you now, that Robert Scott and Karen Michelle Roberts' love has been fully, repeatedly, extremely enthusiastically, and noisily consummated. What I didn't see, I heard. I present this towel as evidence and proof."
I accepted the towel from her as Riekie and Diane stepped up in turn and each declared they had seen the evidence directly that their love had been consummated. I spoke. "Will you three bear witness to this before the Priestess of the Goddess?"
In unison, they replied. "We will!"
"Very well. Carol Anne Lloyd, as First Wife, please keep this evidence safe until such time as it can be returned to Karen Michelle. I think she'll want to give it to her grandmother." Before handing it back to Carol, I looked at the towel. It was soaked, with a bright red stain in the centre. For the number of times it had been come upon, it wasn't as wet as I would have expected from one of my three, but was still very wet.
There wasn't much evidence of semen except mixed with the red. Curious, I asked the girls. "Did you see Karen Michelle?"
Diane blurted, "Did we ever! She's as brazen as Mrs. Lloyd! And proud as punch talking about what a well-fucked pussy looks like! It's really pretty, too!" <giggle>
"Did you see much semen?"
Riekie looked thoughtful. "Some, but not as much as you would expect, David, from six times. And she looked to be closed tight, not open like Carol Anne this morning." She looked concerned, her medical background kicking in. "Do you think Robert may have a problem?"
'Hmmm! Did Karen Michelle say anything else?"
Carol replied, "I think I know where you're going with this, David. No, she didn't say anything else except how happy she was. She had a real glow to her, though. Muffin and I'll look closer at breakfast time, though."
Riekie was curious what we were talking about. "What's all this about?"
"I think Karen Michelle is a four percenter. I suspect she may be pregnant — she hardly leaked a drop. If she's not, she's awfully close. That might not be unusual for doing it once or twice, but after six times, there should be quite a bit. And remember, we only know of the six we heard. Even then, six times in one night is most unusual for any thirty five or thirty six year old man. I could only do it under the most stimulating of circumstances, eh Carol Anne?
"Then, this morning, after a massive orgasm in bed which should have left me drained for at least a couple hours, I was able to go again in quantity in the shower only a few minutes later. I wondered then if I wasn't under the influence of pheromones. Karen Michelle has been here since four thirty or so yesterday. The house is sealed for the winter, electrically heated, no outside air getting in. If she is/was producing those special pheromones, the house is probably getting close to saturation by now. It only took Carol Anne a few hours to saturate the air at Pie and Jo's house in September. Carol Anne, to be on the safe side, we better air the place out, especially their room. If she 'caught', as I suspect, her production will fall off sharply, but what's left could still be dangerous."
Carol and Diane understood, and started getting dressed. Riekie still seemed like she was missing something. "David, I know a little about pheromones; current research shows them only to be an attractant, but you make them sound dangerous."
Carol and I took the time to tell the 'broken Rascal' story and explained what had happened to me when exposed to an overdose of the pheromones, and how women of the Old Ways produce them in super abundance. When we finished, she still seemed skeptical, but I assured her the result was very uncomfortable, and Carol told her it scared her half to death. In the end, we told her to check with Mom and possibly Beth.
I told her. "The next time you're close to your time, watch what happens to me, especially if we're in a closed space for any length of time."
She laughed delightedly. "That should be just about the time we get home. I can hardly wait! I'd like nothing better than by this time next week, for Sweet Pussy to be a missus."
Carol spoke up. "Enough chit chat. They should be finishing their shower soon. I'll go ahead and start breakfast. Princess and Muffin, can you bathe and dress the twins? David, the fire probably needs tending, and Beth will be here soon." Jeez! First Wife sure can hand out the orders!
Carol and Diane were almost dressed (How long does it take to put on a kilt and a sweater?). Riekie wasn't far behind. She and Diane led the kids off to get their bath and dressed. I dressed as soon as the kids were gone. I'd never been comfortable with nudity around children of the opposite gender, but I was working on it. Carol rummaged around in the closet. She came up with a kilt similar to Riekie's and another sweater. By the time she found what she wanted, I was dressed.
Together, we straightened the bed and changed the towels. The sheets were getting a little messy, but why mess up more when we would only be here one more night? Carol got the pouch with the rings from under her pillow and told me to put them in my pocket. Leaving the room together, Carol carried the kilt and sweater over her arm. We heard happy squeals and giggles from the direction of the twins' room. Carol tapped on Bob and Karen's door. Getting no response, she slipped in. When she returned, the kilt and sweater were missing, but she dangled a sexy pair of panties from her finger.
She came up to me and waved them under my nose. She grinned. "I'm not being kinky, David. Take a sniff."
I laughed. I didn't have to get a snoot full. As soon as she waved them even close to me, I had an almost instant boner. "Never mind, Hon. Those panties are dangerous. Look. She was definitely 'in heat'." I drew her attention downward.
She saw the tent in my pants and her eyebrows shot up. "So what do I do with them? I don't want to put them in the dirty laundry, which reminds me. That's another thing we have to do today."
"Soak 'em in cold water and rinse them out. That should help. Did you open their window a bit?"
"You bet. Their room reeks. Did we smell like that? I can just hear the bitching from Bob when he freezes his butt, but it's for the best. I'll get these in cold water now. You go ahead and do the fire."
Ordinarily I would have liked to get a whiff of those sexy panties, but there's such a thing as too much of a good thing. I wanted away from them now. We were about to go about our respective tasks, when a female shout of total completion issued from the room she just left. "YES! YES! ROBERT! YES! STARS! YES! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! I SEE STARS! YE-E-E-SS!!"
Carol gasped. "Did she just holler what I think she did?"
"Yep! Don't think there's much doubt now! Wonder which branch of your family tree she's from? I think this might be more of a family trait than something from the Old Ways."
Diane came bolting out of the kids' room and ran up to us, Riekie and two wet, naked children on her heels. "Did you guys hear that? Stars! She saw stars! David, you're good, damn good."
Carol giggled. "Yeah, and the filthy old pervert can't even get close to her panties, much as he'd like to. She waved them at me and giggled when I shied away."
D.J. chirped up. "Unca Bob and Karen made a baby." She was dead serious.
Riekie laughed. 'That may be, D.J. but you and your big sister can't be standing out here naked and wet. Let's get you dried off and dressed." She and Diane led the two of them back to their room.
Carol and I walked downstairs. I let her go ahead, and she headed straight for the laundry room. I opened the front door to be greeted by a blast of frigid air. I left it open while I raked up the coals in the fire place and got another log going. While I was working on the fire, Riekie and Diane came down with the children. Diane went on into the kitchen to help Carol. The kids ran to their new toys and began playing.
Riekie came up behind me and slipped her warm arms around me. 'Brrrrr! How long you gonna leave that door open? Muffin told me about the 'stars' and the flash of light. Will I see stars and a blinding flash of light? I saw a flash when the twins were conceived, but nothing like Muffin described. Did Carol Anne see stars and a big flash? Oh David! I want to see stars with you so much!"
"I'll close it as soon as I'm finished here. Princess, My True Love, yes, Carol Anne saw stars -- twice, about a day apart. And you'll see them too. It starts as a comet ride, and takes you to the edge of interstellar space, where you see the cold, hard diamond light of stars against the pitch black of interstellar night. It's beautiful and awe inspiring."
"David, you're sounding like a romantic again."
"Maybe so, Honey, but I know. You and I have had some mind-blowing experiences making love, but you've never experienced anything like that. You see, for us, anyway, it isn't just the woman who sees the stars, it's me, too. We ride that comet together, all the way into the blackness of interstellar space and see those stars together. When you see your flash of light, I'll see a super nova. With your background and a like interest in science to me, you might see the same as me. I sometimes think Carol Anne and Muffin just didn't have the terms to describe the flash they saw."
Riekie was in wonder. "You see it too? Wow!"
"Yeah. Mom was going to tell you about it, but you should know now. She said, and I quote, from a conversation we had when Muffin and Jo got pregnant — oh did we tell you they got pregnant the same night? Anyway, here's what Mom said, 'My! My! David! You really are connected to Your Girls. That's wonderful! Muffin, that's a stronger statement of love than any words could ever describe. I must make sure I tell Carol Anne and Riekie. If they ever doubted David's love, that should fix them. I've heard of it only a few times. It's almost the stuff of fairy tales'.
"That's how we're almost positive Karen Michelle is pregnant now -- modern science and medicine bedamned. She saw stars. She might not understand what she saw, but with everyone else, with the flash, there's also a knowing. We'll know more after they come down. You know that glow we talk about of a well-fucked woman, and how Mom said, and you said years ago, the only thing more beautiful is when that well-fucked woman gets pregnant from it? When you go in the kitchen, take a long hard look at our wives. They won't mind. You'll see they almost glow with health and vitality. Carol Anne might have a little extra today after this morning, but you'll see it. Then when Karen Michelle comes down, look for it on her."
"David you sound almost whimsical when you describe this phenomenon, and you make it sound so wonderful and beautiful. I can hardly wait."
"Princess, do you remember our first New Year's when Clyde howled?"
"How can I ever forget? That night was magical for all of us."
"Do you remember howling yourself?
"Yes! It was hilarious!"
"Yeah, it was that. But do you remember that particular lovemaking? I know I do."
"Vaguely. I remember it as being spectacular. I've rarely come as hard as that time.' Her face got thoughtful. While she tried to remember, I went and closed the door. With the frigid blast cut off, the heat from the fireplace hit us like a wall. When I returned to her sitting on the hearth, she said. "I remember it was like fireworks or something like that."
"We rode the comet that night, my Princess, my True Love — we rode the comet. Knowing what I know now, why we didn't get pregnant that night escapes me. We must have just missed your time, or the Evil was already at work and blocked it somehow. We came that close that night, My Darling! That close!" I held up two fingers almost touching, tears running down my face for what almost was. "How much different things would have been if we had!"
"Yes! Yes! David! I remember! It was beautiful! You saw what I saw?" She threw her arms around me and hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe. She turned her face up for a kiss. It was one of the most tender kisses we ever shared as we mourned what almost was. When we broke from the kiss she whispered, "Is that why it's so important to you to get home before New Year's?"
"Yes, My Love, it is, and after what you told me about your time being near then, it's even more important now. Both times this year, when babies were made, it was in a friendly warm, secure, almost magical environment, that was home. I don't want to take any chances by staying here. It's not our home. Karen Michelle got lucky. For her, we created that environment, because she has no where else, but what we made for her might not work for us. I'd like nothing better than to take you back to that old barn and make our babies there, but it's winter, and as nice as that place is, I think you'd freeze your pretty butt off. I don't want to wait until summer, so the farm it is. It worked for Muffin and Jo. It'll work for us."
"David, there's the romantic I love so much about you. I thought he'd hidden on me, but he's back, and I love him so much! We'll make sure we're home, even if we have to fly!"
"Hon, I can't afford to fly six of us home. I'd be lucky to get two of us there, and I'll be damned if I leave the rest behind. Never again will any of us be separated."
"I can afford it. So can Carol Anne. You don't think Rick got all the money, do you? His lawyer tried too hard and it back fired. I did OK. My needs are simple, and I saved every cent I could. Carol Anne did the same. We know you're land rich and dollar poor. We know you have a good job you love, but it doesn't pay enough to support all of us. Even if you did buy it from Mom and Dad that farm didn't come cheap, so it's gotta have a healthy mortgage. And we've seen the look of worry on your face whenever money is mentioned.
"So until Ben's will is probated, we have to find other means, and between us Carol Anne and I have that means. What I have isn't mine, it's ours — it belongs to the whole family. And Carol Anne feels the same. We talked about it yesterday while you and Muffin made up the room for Bob and Karen Michelle. I told you I've hoped and planned since the breakup to get back with you some day. Saving most of my salary and what I made from the settlement with Rick in the divorce when he tried to welch on our prenuptial agreement was part of that, and is my contribution to our family. Carol Anne saved her money for the same reason, even when she had no hope at all.
"Between what we've saved and what you make, we can do quite nicely, thank you. We don't even really need Ben's money. And if I decide to go back into practice after we get home, it'll be even easier, although I don't look forward to the hours. So don't you be worrying about whether we get home in time to knock me up, because we will. All of us will."
Once again, Riekie had shown that side of her we didn't often see — her fierce determination. Rather than be embarrassed as many men would have been in their foolish manly pride, I felt a great weight being lifted off me. "Jesus, Hon, most men would take this as a kick to the balls, but we always knew it would take more than what I made to support us, so all I can say is thank the Goddess for two wives with such foresight!"
Riekie giggled. "Yeah, but most men don't have three wives with four kids and at least three on the way at the same time either, do they?"
While we talked, we'd been oblivious of everything else, except to glance to the kids now and then. Our conversation had run down and we were just sitting on the hearth, facing each other holding hands when Diane came to get us. "Am I intruding? You two look like Robert and Karen Michelle. Coffee's on, and breakfast is almost ready. Carol Anne wants us all in the kitchen before they come down, and they'll be down as soon as I call them. Did you hear her yell again? Sounds like they got in their insurance marker as Dad would say." <Giggle>
I woke out of my reverie and grinned. "Did you say she yelled again? Oh, Princess, that's the other significant sign. When you get pregnant, you won't scream your orgasm, you'll yell with pure joy, won't she Muffin? Karen Michelle has yelled twice. By tonight, she'll be back to screaming. Funny we didn't hear her."
Diane laughed out loud. "I'm not surprised you didn't hear her. I saw you two talking a few minutes ago. The conversation looked so intense, I bet the roof could've blown off and you wouldn't have heard it. And yes, Princess, if you're anything like the rest of the family, you'll yell and holler but you won't scream when David pumps a baby into you. And you'll come; you'll come like nothing you've ever experienced before. Every other orgasm you've ever had will seem like firecrackers compared to that bomb.
"Ya shoulda heard me! The thing is it's so beautiful you try to describe it, and you want the whole world to know by shouting it out. David said Carol Anne hollered and we all heard Momma Jo. Now we've heard Karen Michelle switch from screaming to yelling. Sometimes I yell when I come, but nothing like that, and I'm sure you've yelled instead of screaming the odd time too, but when it happens you'll know the difference. Ok you two, off to the kitchen for your breakfast. I'll get the guests of honour."
As we collected the twins from their quiet play, Riekie laughed. "I wonder what branch of the family tree Karen Michelle is from? From what you've told me, it sounds more a family trait than something directly related to the Old Ways."
"Jeezus, Princess! I said exactly the same thing to Carol Anne!" Laughing, we guided our children into the kitchen for breakfast. The kitchen was a little cool with a cold breeze blowing in a slightly opened window. Carol wasn't taking any chances.
Diane came in just as Riekie and I got our coffees. The twins were already drinking their juice. "They'll be right down. Robert complained about somebody opening their window, but Karen Michelle shut him up. I like her!" <giggle>