New Years Day, 1966, was one of the happier, more contented days in my young life. Some problems in or for our marriage were identified and resolved to the best of our abilities and limited resources. The future was looking brighter all the time. We had the love, support, and even willing complicity of my whole family.
As the afternoon waned, the lively conversation in the TV room started to wind up. Satisfied we'd solved the problems of the universe, Bob, Dad and I drifted into contented silence. That is something I've always been able to do with really good friends — just sit quietly and reflect, no conversation required. From time to time one wife or the other sailed into the room with us, plunked herself in my lap with a sloppy kiss and cuddled for awhile. Prior to today, I usually got them both, but now there was much more one-on-one. Mom came in once and advised us supper would be later than she'd planned, as the turkey was taking longer than she thought. No problem now that the kids were staying over an extra night and didn't have to rush away.
Just after dark, I started getting my barn clothes on to do the chores. The girls had disappeared. I thought maybe I was going alone, but then Riekie traipsed down the stairs, dressed for chores. The girls had made their decision, and acted. Mom's old jeans she'd loaned Carol wouldn't fit over her slightly fuller hips (Mom was a lot younger when she last wore those jeans.), but she had loaned Riekie an old wool skirt and some heavy cotton stockings against the cold. One of Dad's old bomber jackets, over an old sweat shirt of mine and a beat up old winter hat with the ear flaps down, blonde curls peeping out delightfully from under it completed her ensemble except for suitable footwear. She looked absolutely adorable! We slipped on our boots before venturing into the cold, Riekie's being a pair of high insulated rubber barn boots of Val's that fit and came to just below her knees. The boots took her adorableness to a new level. She looked every inch the 'little girl' she play-acted so well.
We stepped out into the cold January evening and headed to do our chores. Almost as if we were going on our first date, rather than to perform a routine job, we joined hands rather tentatively, almost shyly, and walked to the barn holding hands. I glanced back at the house, still lit by Christmas decorations for the New Year holiday. Framed in the kitchen window were two happy, smiling faces — Carol and my mother. They waved when they saw me looking and hugged each other before moving away. I squeezed Riekie's hand and pulled her a little tighter.
Despite her earlier claim she 'wasn't into animal husbandry', Riekie was as delightful around the animals as her sister had been. She pranced around and made friends with those half-wild steers, cuddling and petting. A couple even lifted their cold wet noses for a playful kiss. One even licked her nose! She didn't go into character, but her joy and bounciness added to the 'little girl' illusion created by her clothing. She worked hard too, dishing out the grain and helping me get the bales down from the loft above and spreading the flakes in the manger. The grain barrel was getting low, so she had to lean way over and in to scoop up the grain, her skirt pulling 'way up the back of her stocking-clad thighs, showing a flash of white skin above the stocking tops and some pink pussy, unfettered by panties. With those ridiculous boots up to her knees, I found the sight really very erotic.
We finished the chores quickly, two sets of hands making less work. As was usual for me once the work was done, I sat on a spare bale and watched the cattle contentedly munching their hay and chewing their cud. I used this quiet time every day, enjoying the peace and quiet of the stable for quiet reflection. Riekie, sensing this was a special time, quietly leaned on my right shoulder, just like the day we stopped for a rest on that country lane. It was fairly warm in the stable from the combined body heat of the animals.
My hand absently strayed to her leg, gently caressing through the stocking just above her boot. She snuggled in with her arms around my neck. I looked up; she leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss.
"This is so cozy, David. Do you do this every day, just sit and watch after you feed the cows?"
"Yeah. I find it relaxing, especially if it's been a busy or hectic day. Watching the cattle chew away so contentedly helps ease away the tensions. See? They don't have a care in the world as long as they're fed, warm and dry with some clean water to drink. Wouldn't it be nice if that was all we had to worry about?"
"But then this is your own private time for yourself, and I'm intruding."
"No you're not, Princess. I enjoy sharing this time with others; contented times like this are meant for sharing. Sometimes Dad and I do the chores together and afterward just sit like this, no real conversation necessary. Bob has been here, too. It can be a private time for me, but I'm glad you're here to share it. It goes along with lying in the summer sun watching the clouds and seeing who can see what shapes; or standing arm-in-arm on a warm August night with someone special watching the dance of the Northern Lights; or cuddling in a sleigh on a cold, moonlit winter night listening to the jingle of the sleigh bells as the horse trots along, no hand on the lines because he knows where he's going, the winter Aurora flashing its brilliance overhead; or lying out on a warm, blossom scented June night gazing at the stars and seeing who can name the most constellations; or watching the little ones sleep blissfully, knowing someday you'll have some of your own.
"It's a time to feel at peace with the world, enjoying the moment, sharing it with someone special, just as we are here now, sharing a few quiet moments watching cows eat their supper."
"Oh, David! I never realized! You're a hopeless romantic with the soul of a poet. You always seem so in control and rational. I've never seen this side of you. It makes me love you even more."
"Guilty as charged. See what you've been missing?"
She leaned down and gave me a long, tender kiss. My hand continued absently caressing the back of her thigh, trailing up over her stocking top, touching the hot flesh above. Riekie shifted her feet to a more open stance as my hand trailed higher to the furnace heat of her sex. I caressed the soft, moist sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as she shifted even more to open herself to my probing. Our lips were still locked in a tender lovers' kiss. My fingers found her sex open wet and inviting. I rubbed and stroked gently as her juices flowed and she moaned gently into my mouth.
Her hands began their own exploration, soon finding what she was searching for. She gently squeezed my penis through my pants, found the old-fashioned buttons on my barn pants, and began working them loose. All the while, we maintained that gentle, prolonged kiss, my hand gently probing and stroking her hot, wet pussy. When she had my pants fully open, her hot little hand reached for and found my now throbbing penis. Gently tugging and pulling, she freed my cock from its confines, and stroked gently.
Still locked in our kiss, Riekie swung around so she straddled my hips. Sensing what she wanted, I lowered both hands and raised her skirt. Still holding me, Riekie broke the kiss and looking deep in my eyes, steered my penis to her hot, tight opening and lowered herself slowly onto it, my hands cupping the firm, warm resilient flesh of her cheeks, steadying her as she dropped. She hummed in satisfaction as we became fully joined.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! So good!"
Arms around my neck, eyes gazing lovingly into mine, she began a slow, sensual rocking of her hips, her inner muscles gently flexing and stimulating me. My hands held her globes, squeezing and massaging that lovely flesh. It was quite likely one of the most sensual ways to make love I've ever enjoyed.
Riekie smiled with love, licking her lips.
"This is what I've dreamed of. Just to be alone with you, making gentle love and looking into each others eyes, talking of romantic things and just enjoying being joined. You feel so good in me I don't ever want to stop."
Her hips continued their gentle rocking motion as we made love slowly, tenderly, exchanging the most tender kisses and just losing ourselves in the other's gaze. We were communicating, but not on any verbal level. I felt our love finally fully connecting as we shared this very private and sensual time.
Gradually, though, her hips and muscles grew faster in their motion, gripping and stimulating my penis in her heat. Her arms tightened around my neck and her eyes started to lose their focus as she approached her climax. Clutching her buttocks tightly, I felt my own climax starting to rise.
Her hips now pumping quite hard, Riekie pulled me tighter in her arms, her head over my shoulder, her lips brushing my ear. She started to convulse as her orgasm approached, and my hips thrust into her, rocking us on the bale. Suddenly, just as I felt my balls erupt in that now-familiar sweet pain of release, she arched her back, thrusting her pelvis hard forward and down on my penis, working it deeper; her inner muscles convulsed and milked and her thighs clamped on mine. She threw her head and back and uttered just one word in a loud whisper as she came in total release and I spewed squirt after squirt of thick white baby cream deep into her womb. I didn't come violently, but it was certainly a lot. Her inner muscles massaged my penis, coaxing out every drop.
"YE-E-ESS!"
We stayed joined as we kissed and nibbled at each other's lips. Her smile of total satisfaction was a wonder to behold, her hips gently pumping as she slowed from her huge, yet gentle orgasm.
"Now that's the way I really like it, slow and tender." She whispered, holding me close.
My arms cradled her gently as she savored the fullness of her orgasm, my penis slowly softening inside her. As it softened almost to the point of slipping out, she lurched her hips playfully into me and stepped off. There was a gentle slurping sound as she removed herself from my penis.
Riekie lowered to her knees, and gazing into my eyes, thoroughly cleaned my member. As it started to rise, she kissed the tip, patted it, tucked me back into my pants and whispered.
"Save some for later, My Prince, back to bed for you for now."
Rising from her knees after fastening my buttons, Riekie stepped into my arms. We held each other in a warm embrace, just looking. As I gazed into those beautiful blue eyes, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this beautiful blonde creature who wanted only to love me, whether she ever got it returned or not.
"Riekie Scott-Lloyd, my Little One, I love you so much and more! You are a delight and a treasure I almost missed. I love Carol Anne more than life itself, and then I found you, to love just as much. I'm the luckiest man in the world, to have and love two such as you. I keep talking about the halves of my soul. Surely you own the soft half, the sensual, romantic, half, for you complete me."
"David, I have loved you since I first met you, I think. Certainly since the day you told me how important friendship is to you and should be to me. My love for you is tempered and hardened by the friendship you showed and taught me that day. Every day I'm with you, every minute I'm with you, that love just grows deeper. I will always love you and will never willingly leave or forsake you. Even if something evil happens and we become separated, David, know that I will always love you. For me, you are the One. I will know no other man but you, and will hold you in my heart forever. This I swear to you by the Goddess and her creatures here are my witnesses. I am yours unconditionally, totally. If you call, I will come, though it be from the ends of the earth. This, too I swear. I swear to you right now that I WILL have your babies and I will bear your name. The Goddess and her witnesses hear me again."
Riekie loved me totally, I knew, but she'd never before made clear just what that love bound her to. Now I knew, and was humbled before her. Riekie showed a quiet inner strength and a fierce determination with those oaths before the Goddess. She certainly was a Princess of the Goddess as Mom thought.
With our winter clothing back in place, Riekie and I stepped out into a crystal clear January night. Overhead the stars were hard points of diamond in the winter sky. We stopped to let our eyes adjust, and looked upward at that inspiring view. The snow crunched beneath our boots as we strolled, arms locked around the other, Riekie's head on my shoulder. She giggled softly as we strolled in a lover's embrace toward the festive lighting of the homestead.
"I'm leaking, as usual; you filled me to overflowing."
I laughed lightly with her.
"One of these times you're going to get pregnant from one of our sessions."
"I can hardly wait."
I pulled her tighter as we approached the house. Carol met us at the door and helped us off with our coats. She took Riekie in her arms and kissed her passionately. She whispered so only Riekie and I could hear.
"You look and smell like a well-fucked woman. Was it good?"
Riekie's breathed her reply.
"Mmmm-Hmmm. It was so-o-o romantic."
Carol looked at me and smiled like she just won the lottery, then she gave me a huge hug and a very passionate kiss too. As we separated from the kiss, she whispered in my ear.
"I love you, David. Thank you for loving my sister-wife so well and so much."
Riekie and I went to our room to change out of our barn clothes. We undressed each other slowly and sensuously. I found her beautiful pink-tipped breasts, and gently sucked each nipple until it was erect. Her beautiful blonde pussy was a mess. We slipped into our robes and darted to the bathroom. We didn't have time for a bath, a sponge bath would do. I soaped up the washcloth and cleaned her gently, eliciting several small gasps and a small orgasm. Declaring her clean, I planted a long, sucking kiss on her luscious blonde sex. She bucked her hips, holding my face in tight as she had another orgasm, her fluids running freely again. I licked her clean again, tasting some of myself. After cleaning up we returned to our room and dressed quickly for supper.
We rejoined the family at the kitchen table for the evening meal. Mom's turkey dinner was absolutely delicious and I ate until I was stuffed. When the meal was finished, we stayed at table for quite a little while visiting and joking, having a wonderful time in our fellowship.
After everyone left the table at last, the women folk made short work of the dishes amidst lots of giggling and squealing. I found my way into the big living room, picked up one of the books I'd been reading, and settled onto the couch. Carol came in and pulled me up into a warm embrace. She kissed me tenderly and said.
"David Lloyd, I love you more every day. I'm going to do some things with Val for the evening — I'm bunking with her tonight; if you guys need me for anything, you'll know where I am. This is Riekie's time. I'll see you at bedtime for my kiss. I made your bed already so it's fresh and clean for you and Riekie."
"Carol Anne Scott-Lloyd, my first true Love, I love you like no other. You're a marvel and a wonder! I'll certainly see you later, count on it."
Carol was just leaving when she met Riekie coming in. They stopped and held each others hands, just looking deep into the other's eyes then stepped into a warm hug and tender kiss that was a joy to watch. Carol moved off to find Val and Riekie joined me on the couch. As she cuddled in close, she gave me a sweet kiss, sighed in contentment, and pulled my arm around her. We sat quietly for awhile then I asked her.
"Are you enjoying your private time? You're awful quiet."
"Mmm-hmm! I'm just getting off on being alone with you and not having to talk; it's good enough just to be here. If I have something to say, I will."
We cuddled and just sat, listening to the other breathe. At some point, she broke the silence with a question that turned into a conversation. We talked and laughed and joked and kissed until bedtime, the time simply flying by.
We learned a lot about each other, things we didn't know or only suspected. She was fascinated by how Dad became my dad and adopted Val and me and how we used the Lloyd name for a few years before the legal details were complete. I even showed her both my birth certificates — the original we needed for the adoption and the new one after. She never tired of hearing how much I respected and admired him. I could see her already high regard for Dad growing as we talked.
I found out more about her, how she'd wanted to be a doctor for as long as she could remember. How she resented Bob Sr. and couldn't wait to fly from his overly restrictive nest, how she felt he favoured the other kids and basically ignored her, despite her brilliance in school and her high career aspirations. I found out she was almost as good an artist as Carol and had briefly toyed with the idea of art school too. How she was always afraid of her weight and worked out constantly using isometrics to keep her muscles firm and taut, which explained for me her extraordinary control of her vaginal muscles.
We'd left the door open, not needing total privacy, but the whole family had respected it anyway, and left us to ourselves. The only contact we had with them that whole evening was when one of us went out to use the powder room or get a drink. At bedtime, Carol came in, knocking first before entering. She closed the door behind her, indicating she wanted total privacy. She seemed a little embarrassed and shy. I saw it and asked bluntly.
"Carol Anne Scott-Lloyd, what's wrong? Why are you acting so shy with us?"
"Well, I am a little embarrassed, but not over anything I might see or hear from you two. It's-It's just that I've... got a little situation... and I don't know how to handle it."
Riekie and I exchanged amazed looks. Our Carol Anne was in a situation -- here? Riekie took the initiative, something she seemed to be doing a lot more of.
"What in the world kind of situation could you possibly get yourself into here?"
"We-ell, you know I'm bunking with Val tonight, right?"
"Yeah... so?"
"Well Val has been asking some questions, personal questions about you and me, Riekie."
A light was starting to go on for me, but I let Riekie continue to handle it.
"Well I hope you told her the truth. We have nothing to hide, especially from David's family. What sort of personal questions, anyway?"
"It started out with us talking about how much in love the three of us are, then it kinda went to talking about just you and me. Somehow, she ended up asking how you and I make love with-without David."
"I tried to explain that we do it like David does us with his hands and mouth, but she didn't seem to get it. She-she wants me to show her. I'm so embarrassed! If I did that with her, I'd feel like I was cheating on you guys. I didn't want to hurt her, she's so sweet, but I don't know what to do. But I'm horny, and it might help me too. I just don't want to fuck anything up with us. I told her I had to talk to you guys first. Help me guys! I'm in over my head!"
Carol seemed close to tears, and for her to use course language showed how worried she was. Riekie and I pulled her onto the couch between us and held her, calming her. I let Riekie carry the ball still, she was doing a great job and it seemed like one perfectly suited for an older sister.
"So Val is curious and wants to experiment a little, eh? What do you think, David? Would it be OK if Carol Anne showed Val some girl-on-girl techniques? I don't think it will hurt anything amongst us. I'm more concerned that Val might fall in love with Carol Anne and get hurt. Carol Anne learned your methods VERY well, ands she's really good. She could really show Val a good time as long as Val remembers it's just for fun and to learn."
Carol actually blushed when Riekie told me how good she was at pleasuring another woman. I'd already formed my opinion even before the question was put to me.
"Carol Anne, do you recall teaching Riekie a few things before she married us? Was that cheating? I don't see any difference between what you did then and what Val wants you to do now. Like Riekie, the only thing I'm concerned about is Val's emotional state afterward. A mild crush is acceptable, but if she falls in love with you, then we have a problem. So with that advice and caution, go ahead. Otherwise, bunk with Heather and avoid the issue."
Carol gave us both a big hug and a passionate kiss.
"You guys are so good to me! Can't bunk with Heather! Bob's already got the other twin bed. He said he wanted farther down the hall from all the noise. Mom and Dad said it was OK. I think I can handle Val's emotions by being a little clinical, so she knows it's really a demonstration. It might work out OK, too. Next week is my turn to be with you David, and Riekie will be able to show Val how good she is, too."
Next week? I hadn't heard about that yet! Mom certainly moved fast. She kissed us both again, telling us how much she loved us, wished us good night and happily ran from the room, looking for Val. When she opened the door, Val was standing in the hall looking nervous and embarrassed. Carol took her by the hand and led her toward the stairs. "C'mon! Let's have some fun!"
Riekie and I rose from the couch, laughing, and arm-in-arm we headed for our own bed. By the time we got upstairs, everyone else had already used the bathroom. Soft moans were coming from Val's room already. Riekie grabbed a small bag from her larger overnight bag and headed for the main bathroom. When I tried to follow, she pointed downstairs and told me to use the powder room; she'd meet me in our room. She acted just a little mysterious.
It didn't take me long to get ready for bed. How long does it take to pee, brush your teeth and have a quick wash anyway? I hurried back to our room to find the light off, some more pleasantly scented candles burning, and the covers turned back, but no Riekie. Oh well! Women do take longer! I climbed into bed and waited. Shortly, the door opened, and Riekie entered.
What a sight! In the soft, romantic light of the candles, she was a vision of beauty! She wore a little nightie that showed off every delectable curve. It wasn't transparent, but the thin material was certainly translucent. The outline of her luscious body was clearly visible. The hemline came to mid-thigh, showing lots of bare flesh and the top was cut low, revealing the curve of her delightful teen boobies. Her nipples made obvious dents in the fabric.
Riekie saw the almost instant tent I made in the bedclothes and smiled. Pirouetting so the hem flared and gave me teasing glimpses of shapely cheeks and blonde curls, she inquired sweetly.
"You like?"
"What's not to like? You are simply beautiful! Edible!" I threw back the covers on her side of the bed, noting that some thoughtful soul had placed a large, thick bath towel for her already, and held out my arms. "Come to me my Princess."
Riekie moved to the bed and slid under the covers, cuddling into my side my arm holding her to me. Our lips met in a soft warm kiss. Her fingers played on my chest. As our lips parted from the kiss, she whispered.
"Can we just cuddle for awhile? I don't want to rush. Can Sweet Prince be patient with me?"
"Sure. We have all night. I've had a fantasy of just holding you and cuddling, feeling your warmth against me."
She snuggled up even closer, her fingers playing in my sparse chest hair, doing wonderful sensual things to my body. I held her close and nibbled on her ear. We exchanged sweet endearments and kissed sweetly. Our love was a warm fuzzy companion in the bed with us.
Despite our agreement to just lie and cuddle, our kisses got more intense and demanding and my hand found its way to her firm breast. I squeezed and played with her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightie, feeling it harden to my touch. Her hand wandered more on my body, sending chills of delight through me. I dropped my hand lower and caressed her thigh. Bringing it higher, I slid it under her gown and found a succulent breast. I squeezed again and played her nipple some more. She arched her back, forcing my hand into firmer contact. I raised the nightie completely, exposing those wonderful orbs of flesh to view. I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue.
Riekie's breathing got faster, her hips began a gentle humping against my leg, the heat from her mons almost scalding. I raised the nightie more and she helped me remove it completely. I kissed and sucked her boobies as my hand wandered to her pussy. She was hot and soaking as my finger found its way into her tight little opening. I felt her inner lips open as she spread her legs completely for me. I rose, still sucking a nipple, shockwaves coursing through her body. I released her nipple and my mouth started a slow, teasing journey down her body, ending at her gorgeous blonde pubes. I buried my face and smelled deeply of woman, My Woman, the scent fully intoxicating in its richness and sweetness. I dipped lower and licked her full length. Her whole body shook and convulsed. I drove my tongue as far into her as it would go, my nose rubbing that hard little nubbin. I ate and sucked and chewed. Her hands flew to my head, pulling me closer. Her hips bucked and jerked through three massive orgasms, grunting and gasping in release and she never screamed! Riekie finally relaxed back onto the bed as I eased my sucking and chewing on her pussy, lapping up her copious spend.
I crawled back up beside her and held her in my arms. She cooed and stroked my hair, eyes looking lovingly in mine.
"That was wonderful, David! You know just how to do me best. I feel all warm and tingly."
She reached down to my penis, stroking it to full erection.
"Will you make love to me now? Nice and slow and gentle? I want to feel every inch as you put it in me, so go as slow as you can."
I kissed her tenderly as I moved between her thighs and lined myself up with her opening. I entered her as slowly as I possibly could, letting both of us feel the exquisite pleasure of penetration. Riekie's pussy, for all the use it had last night and this afternoon was still almost virgin tight and so hot! Her internal muscles massaged and squeezed as I slid in to full depth. We looked deeply into each others eyes as I slowly stroked into her. As I bottomed into her cervix and our hair mingled, she softly voiced her pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmm. Feels so good and so-o-o fu-u-ull."
I backed out all the way and slowly re-entered her tight snatch, her muscles again exacting a toll of extreme pleasure on me, her hips rising to meet my downward thrust. The feelings were indescribably delicious. Again she spoke her delight.
"Ooooohhh. So-o-o-o-o goo-oo-ood."
I withdrew fully and then thrust in slowly several more times, letting her feel the full length of my penis as it slithered in and out of her clasping, pulsing sex, her hips rising to meet me each time. And each time she moaned her delight.
"Ooooooooooooooooo. Sooooooooooo Goooooood."
Each long thrust got more reaction from her. Riekie's hips started to buck back a little harder. Her moans and groans got more insistent. We picked up speed and force, my cock backing and filling, working her pussy like a steam locomotive gradually building to full driving speed. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and pulsed rhythmically in time with my strokes, her arms wrapped tightly around my back and hips, pulling me deeper into her. Her knees were drawn up, feet planted firmly on the mattress, enabling her to push her pelvis back at me. Her grunts and groans of encouragement grew louder, more insistent.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Deeper! Uh! Uh! Oh Yes!"
Soon we were rutting hard and fast, her hips meeting my every thrust, her muscles squeezing and milking. I felt the rush as my balls started to erupt and her body tensing for its own massive spasm. I pumped more furiously, her body matching mine perfectly. At last I thrust and held one last long deep push and held it deep in her as I felt the blinding sweet pain of release, the surge of semen as it erupted from my balls, spewing through my penis and splashing deep into her womb, squirt after squirt after squirt. It felt like I came a couple quarts (Imperial). At the same time her hips lunged upward against mine and held, her body wracked by a series of massive convulsions as she came hard under me, her fluids squirting hotly against my genitals, grunting and calling my name.
"UH! UH! UH! UH! Uh! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! DAVID! DAVID! OOOOOOOOoooooooo"!
We relaxed and slowly regained our senses and breathing. I rolled to my side, carrying Riekie with me, still joined, our hips slowly, gently pumping still. Riekie locked her lips on mine and sucked the soul right out of me. The total love in that kiss was almost orgasmic in itself. My penis stayed semi erect inside her as we cuddled and kissed. Riekie was ecstatic.
"Oh David. I love you so much! You make me feel so-o-o-o wonderful! You fill me up so much! I felt every drop of his Precious Stuff squirt inside me! It's so warm and, and, and..." She ran out of words to describe the pleasure she felt.
I kissed her tenderly again. "It's just your wonderful body and love drawing it out of me. When I love you, it's so special I just have to make it good for you. I feel all wrapped in a cocoon of love when I'm inside you. I love you, Riekie Scott-Lloyd."
She giggled, her muscles doing marvelous things to my semi-turgid member still buried in that wonderful place. "What's with the Riekie Scott-Lloyd? Carol Anne used it first today, and you've been calling me that all day. I love the sound of it, especially the way you say it, but why?"
"As soon as I heard Carol Anne say it today, I knew we'd found what I've been looking to give you — your own special name that expresses my, our, love the same as you and Carol Anne call me David and you and I call her Carol Anne. I've been looking for your special name since we married you, and today, out of the blue, as soon as Carol Anne said it I KNEW that was it. Oh, I have my other pet names for you, two in particular, 'Princess' and 'Little One', but they, while letting you know you're very special, don't quite meet the standard of a 'Carol Anne' or a 'David'. Am I making any sense?"
As she answered, Riekie gently worked her hips and muscles on my member, reviving it, but not rushing things.
"I remember the day of the phone sex when I listened in and was so impressed with the significance you two put on names. Now I understand. I really do love the sound of it, it has a ring to it that makes me very happy, and when you say it, it has that same warm and fuzzy tone you use when you use Carol Anne's name. But why append your name to mine?"
"Because you're my wife, because your love for me is so unconditional, because you swore to the Goddess you would wear my name, because I love you and sharing my name with you helps show that, because you know I'm proud of that name and why. All of those reasons and more."
"David, that is just so-o-o sweet! Why don't you give it o Carol Anne, too?"
"I did. She just didn't react to it yet, just like you didn't when she first used it with you this morning."
Her hips moved a little more aggressively, my erection firmed up, looking for some action.
"Oh! I reacted all right! My heart actually skipped a beat, and I bet hers did too! For me, and Carol Anne's not that much different from me, it was the final and most convincing sign of commitment to me from both of you. When I heard that, I KNEW I didn't need to worry about junior member status ever again. Now will you stop talking and love me one more time? Sweet Prince is all woke up and Sweet Pussy is really itchy. She needs a really deep scratching."
I took that as my cue that she wanted a good hard fuck, and obliged her. Rolling her over, I pounded and rutted her hard and fast. She pounded and rutted back just as hard and fast. Soon we hit that peak and jumped off together. I filled her with what felt like another two quarts (Imperial) of thick white baby batter as she convulsed and bucked in a chain reaction of massive multiple orgasms beneath me.It seemed each time I squirted a huge gob into her, she came hard and wet. I squirted four or five big dollops of my baby juice into her, and on each, her body leaped and jumped against me, and on each one she yelled.
"OH! OH! DAVIID!... OH! OH! DAVIIIIID!"
It was an impressive and mind-blowing end to a short, fantastic rut. I collapsed on top of her and rolled off, my quickly shriveling penis falling out of her with a wet 'Plop.' As I rolled to my back, Riekie regained some of her senses. She pulled her towel up around her and promptly went to work on cleaning my flaccid penis, whispering endearments to Sweet Prince from Sweet Pussy. She looked a little silly with that towel wrapped around her hips, reminding me of a snake charmer as she worked on my penis with her mouth. When she was satisfied I was clean, she patted my penis tenderly, kissed the tip gently and told it. "Sleep, now my Sweet Prince." She lay back down beside me, spreading her towel out flat again, revealing her feminine charms once more. She cuddled in close as I took her in my arms. She kissed me sweetly, and briefly in character, the little girl told me seriously.
"Swe-et Prince fil-led Swe-et Pus-sy all up! Yup he did! Uh-huh! He made a aw-ful mess in her a-gain, too! Uh-huh!"
I broke up! This sweet, wonderful, delectable, beautiful blonde creature of the gods was just too much! I laughed until tears ran down my face. I just had to get even. I attacked her as the tickle monster. I tickled her mercilessly and she giggled and squealed like a kid, thrashing and writhing, making quit a din. Gradually we subsided into kisses and petting and back to cuddling.
We started talking again and talked quietly for a couple hours or more about almost everything under the sun and a few things above. Turns out she was a Sci-Fi nut too, unusual in a girl for that time. Like me, she was into silly humour and practical jokes. I learned she was not the dependent personality she appeared. She was actually very strong and determined. As we talked, we fell deeper in love, the private time fulfilling its promise, and I discovered that she might just be my perfect woman, intelligent, witty, horny and very loving. We eventually ran down and fell asleep in each others arms.