The aunts were curious as blazes what we talked about with Mom. Carol filled them in quickly, explaining we had basically overdosed on our own pheromones, and needed some time in the fresh air. She also explained to them about Joanne's odd behavior and that they needed to air the house completely, especially our room. Once they heard this, both aunts simply said. 'Ah, so!' and promptly started opening windows and doors.
Carol and I went up to our room to dress, and opened both windows completely, letting the cool September breeze blow in. When we left, we propped the door open so it wouldn't blow shut. Even the short exposure to the breeze while we changed helped. I was still hard, but it didn't throb as much, and my head felt a little clearer. Carol said she felt a little better too.
Carol slipped on her sexiest summer frock, and I wore loose-fitting pants to accommodate my nuisance erection. Once dressed, we told the aunts we were going for a drive to look around the old cottage and maybe recapture some sweet memories. They though that was a wonderful idea. We didn't know how long we'd be, but we'd definitely be back for supper. They quickly packed us a small lunch for midday, and we left for our outing. We put the small picnic cooler in the back, jumped in the truck and rolled down the windows. I even opened the floor vents. Carol snuggled up to my right, and we pulled away for our trip down memory lane.
As Mom said, we weren't out in the air more than ten minutes before I felt a definite reduction in pressure on my penis. The air blowing into the truck was sweet and clean. Carol even enjoyed the flow from the floor vent blowing under her dress, cooling Miss Pussy.
It's only about a fifteen minute drive from the aunts' to the old cottage, and even after all these years, I could drive it blindfold if necessary. There was no rush, so we drove slowly, acting the typical Sunday driver out just to look around, so it actually took closer to twenty minutes to reach the turn-off to the lake. By then, my penis had completely subsided, and was its normal flaccid self. I rather enjoyed the feeling of not feeling.
It was another mile or so around the lake to the old place, and we really took our time, noticing the changes and additions to the houses and cottages along the way. The summer was officially over so most places were closed up for the season. There were a few permanent residents, but we didn't recognize any of the names on the mailboxes.
We rounded the last bend to the old cottage, and stared, amazed. We hardly knew the old place. Someone, probably the new owners, had gone to considerable expense to really fix it up. The old shingles had been replaced with a red steel roof. The small addition that had been for Joyce and her family had been removed and a garage built in its place. A closed-in porch ran the full length of the side facing the lake, where there had been two concrete steps where we used to sit in the evenings.
The little beach had been enlarged and new sand laid, but the floating raft was still there in the deep water. It wasn't the exact same raft, but it gave us one touch of familiarity. There were flower beds we didn't recognize and most of the old shrubbery had been removed. The house itself had been resided from the grey-white clapboard I remembered, to fresh looking cedar siding. One additional touch of the familiar — the old lawn swing had been replaced or rebuilt to almost new, and still hid behind a lilac bush.
The house had been tastefully done, but it wasn't our cottage any more. There was a car in front of the garage when we pulled up, and a friendly looking man in his fifties came out to greet us. I could see he was quite taken with Carol. We told him my wife Carol's family used to own the place. We said we spent many happy hours here, and that we were married here twenty years ago. The nice man offered to give us a tour of the house, but we declined graciously. There were already too many changes for us to reconnect with it, and we just knew the interior was nothing like we remembered. For our purposes, better a faded memory than rude new reality.
I asked the man if he minded if we left the truck in his driveway while we went for a walk, and asked if the old trail out back was still there. He said it was, but not many used it any more, and it might be grown up. I said we'd take our chances, grabbed our cooler from the back of the truck, thanked the man for his hospitality, and slipping my arm around my beautiful wife's waist, turned up the old trail.
The man was right, it was starting to grow in, so we couldn't walk it side-by-side like we used to, but we managed in single file, holding hands. In places it was little more than a game trail now, but we knew it well and every now and then saw a stone or tree we recognized. The first such was the stone Riekie was sitting on, crying, when we found her the night we married her. We spent a few minutes reminiscing about that, cuddling. It wasn't the same, but it was a lovely early fall day, and we were glad to just be out together. The leaves were just turning colour nicely, and the trail was very pretty.
We arrived at a spot I recognized, but Carol didn't, until I pulled her off the trail a bit. It was our private little glade with the leaning tree. The tree was much bigger now, but the little clearing was still there. Carol and I spent quite some time there, just being together, not saying much, each lost in our own happy memories of this spot. We were a little melancholy at what had been. We had made love here many times, but there were enough subtle changes that we didn't recapture the mood. We did kiss and hold each other, rocking together in our recollections.
On the return leg, I saw something that looked familiar, and stepping to the side of the trail, I pulled some brush aside. There, before me, was an incredibly beautiful sight. The old tree-lined road was still there. The trees blazed in their fall colours, the light on the trail golden. It was magical. Carol and I stepped through the bushes into the old road, almost holding our breath at the beauty of the scene. When last we'd seen it, everything had been green, almost spring-like, even in late August. Today, the old road glowed with the autumn colours of the leaves.
Carol ran ahead of me, giggling and dancing in delight. I'd half expected this place to be grown over as badly as the trail, but except for a few small bushes, it was still open, the roadbed covered in new-fallen red-golden leaves. It was as idyllic a spot as one could ever wish to see. The low stone walls that bordered the old road were still there, a few of the stones having fallen to the ground, but mainly intact. The stately old maple trees that lined either side of the road interlaced their branches overhead, forming a golden canopy. The air was fresh and sweet and between the trees, we could see out into open fields, the long grass golden in the September sun.
Birds sang and twittered in the branches overhead, and somewhere a red squirrel chattered and cussed at the intrusion of people into his domain. Carol returned from skipping a short distance up the road ahead of me.
"David, this was beautiful the first time we found it, but this is like a brand new road! When we were here before, I wondered what it would look like in the fall. I thought it might be something like this, but imagining and seeing are two different things. It was beautiful in the summer, but the fall colours are more radiant. The lighting is almost magical."
Carol's artist's eye had seen deep into the allure of the place, and she was entranced with what she saw. Some years later, someone took a photograph of a similar location and used it as wallpaper for a computer operating system. It has always been my favourite.
"You're absolutely right, M'lady! The fall has always been one of my favourite times of the year, the colours a celebration of life and love. The light has a golden, otherworldly quality you don't get in any other season. If there's magic in the world, this is the time for it."
Carol came close and turned her face up in supplication. I kissed her lips with a tenderness I'd almost forgotten I possessed. She was perfect in this setting -- a wood nymph in her element. The soft golden light in the tree-lined avenue revealed subtle highlights in her hair that danced and shimmered. Her beautiful face was radiant, her skin glowed and those wonderful blue eyes as we exchanged a long, loving gaze, glowed with an inner light that illuminated my very soul. This was a timeless place, and what we shared in that look and kiss was eternal. We returned to the world of light and birdsong, and Carol snuggled into my arm. We strolled up the old road, marveling at the otherworldly beauty.
Carol wondered. "Is that old barn still standing after all these years? It was Riekie's wedding day, but that day was special for all of us. We connected deeper and more completely that day than at any other time, I think. Somehow I think we were supposed to come here. I feel almost as if my soul is being repaired and made whole again, just by being here. I wish Riekie were here with us, don't you?"
"She is. We brought her in our hearts."
"David, you have always had a way with words, but that is one of the sweetest things I've ever heard you say. No wonder I have always loved you so much."
We stopped and I pulled Carol into my arms, looking into those forever eyes. I never expected the torrent of love and emotion that followed the single, almost rhetorical question I asked next.
"You have always loved me?"
"David, even through the darkest days of my soul when I thought I couldn't go on living another minute, I loved you, and I knew that where ever you were, you loved me too. I never stopped loving you. Oh, David, I have loved you since the first time I saw you. I tried to hide it from myself sometimes, but those became the truly darkest moments for me, and my sense of loss became almost unbearable. Our love, though we couldn't be together until the miracle of this weekend has literally kept me alive — not well, but alive.
"Taking your name symbolized that for me. In my heart, with your name, we were married beyond doubt. In my everyday life I lived a fantasy and even signed my name Mrs. Carol Lloyd on everything except the most sensitive legal documents. No one, not even my father, could ever take that from me. He was the only family member I told I changed my name, and when I did, saying it was because of him, he was furious! He was so angry, he never told any of the others, and always told me it was the family shame that I would forsake his name for yours. His anger made me even more sure I had done the right thing."
Carol was crying and clinging to me as she poured out her heart. This magical place was indeed helping her heal herself. I kissed the top of her head and pulled her tighter, letting her feel my closeness and love.
"Stupid question, maybe, Sweetness, but how did you keep it from the rest?"
"It was no deep dark secret; if they had found out, it wouldn't have hurt them, but I thought I would have had to reveal my shame, and I couldn't handle that myself so I just never told them. Whenever I sent them a card or letter, I just signed it 'Carol' like I always did. And now I can tell them! The shame is gone, and the pride I have in my new name can be revealed. There are no secrets anymore! My father has been fully exposed, and I am clean of my shame. David, you can't know how much of a miracle you worked on my soul Friday evening!
"Since that awful night, I had always avoided your eyes. I thought I'd see nothing but loathing and disgust at what I'd done, but what I saw Friday night when our eyes met was hurt and pain at lost love, and then the most incredible JOY and LOVE was there! David, you freed my soul in that instant, whether I learned the truth about my father or not, because I saw that you didn't care what I had or had not done. You just loved me, for me, nothing else, and always had.
"Then when you completely exposed that man as the fraud and pervert he really is, I felt such a weight lifted off me! I wanted to sing! And I knew that My Man was there again, and he was still My Knight in Shining Armour, for he rescued me from the tower of my shame and guilt. I think that's why I felt so hurt when you told me about helping that girl. You said you had been someone else's Knight, when you were mine and Riekie's alone until then."
Carol held me so close it was difficult to breathe. I thought she'd said all this before, but I heard a note of deeper conviction than before, as if until now, it hadn't completely sunk in. When I thought about it, I wasn't surprised — this whole weekend had a dreamlike quality about it, and so much had happened in such a short time, that I was only now coming to full realization myself. She sobbed a little as she gathered her thoughts.
"And now we come to this wonderful magical place that holds so many magical memories for us, and I fully expect to turn a bend and meet us as we were, coming back from a wonderful day at the barn, happy and so in love! Is this a dream, David? Am I going to wake up back into my old hurt and shame?"
"Carol Anne Lloyd, this is no dream, but the sweetest reality we've had in too many long, sad years. I think you're right. Somehow we were meant to return to this place, and Riekie is with us -- I can feel her. Where ever she is right now, whatever she's doing, she has joined her heart to us, and is feeling the love we all felt in this place. There are other magical places for us, too, but this was the first one where the three of us first joined as a true family, and so it is fitting that we reclaim our family here, even if one member can't be physically present.
"I loved you on first sight, and never stopped, although I locked it away deep inside to dull the pain of loss. Friday night, I released that old love and added new. That first look into your eyes almost literally knocked me off my feet, it was so powerful, and gave me the strength to do what I knew had to be done.
"Carol Anne, I love you and will love you to the end of time. Words cannot describe how much I love you. And even though she's not here, I know she hears me when I say it: Reikie Scott-Lloyd, <read 'Not'-Scott --Lloyd> I love you with all my heart and soul, and will until forever."
"David, I feel her too, all warm and fuzzy, wrapped around us, so I know she heard you, and she'll hear me when I say: Riekie, I love you as my wife, my lover, my friend, and my sister with all my heart forever."
Suddenly we felt a warm glow pass over and through us. The breeze had blown the branches aside to allow a single beam of the autumn sun to shine its warmth directly on us, but we knew it was more than a trick of the breeze. Riekie had heard and sent us her own love in return. We were three again!
Carol and I circled an arm about the other, and continued our stroll up that old lane, her head lying comfortably on my shoulder. We didn't talk much except an occasional contented "Mmmmm, I love you." As one or the other squeezed the other a little tighter, and little tender lovers' kisses as we strolled. Another idyll stolen out of our tumultuous lives.
Presently we rounded a bend, and there before us stood the old barn. After twenty years, it should have been little more than a heap of rubble on the ground, but there it stood, gleaming in the golden, hazy autumn sun, much as we'd left it that August so long ago.
As we approached it, we saw that time had worked some changes. A few more boards were missing on the more weathered side, and some steel was missing from the roof, but the structure looked firm and sound. We walked around to the back. I expected to see that the weather had caused severe damage from the old doors being left open, but someone had closed them.
This was a place of real and happily intense memories for us, so I broke from Carol's embrace and tried the doors. It took the two of us, but we got them open, the rusty old rollers squalling in protest, enough for the two of us to enter.
The interior was much as we remembered it. The one mow was weather damaged, but the other, where we held Riekie's wedding day, was still dry, the hay still sweet smelling. The boxes Bob had placed around as tables were still there with their old lamps. There was a patina of dust on everything, but it was all there. The only things missing were the blankets we'd left behind. I assumed Bob had retrieved them sometime later. Happy memories flooded my brain as we wandered around inside the old barn.
Carol had gone off a short distance by herself. I heard her squeal in delight.
"Oh, David! Come look at this!"
She showed me a larger wooden box lined with red cedar that had been used originally to store tack or other items the farmer didn't want molested by mice. She had the lid up, and inside, wrapped in plastic bags were our blankets. She had removed one and was holding it to her cheek.
"How... ?"
"The summer you went to camp, Riekie and I came out here almost every day. We closed the doors to keep the weather out whenever we left. Bob showed us the short trail through the fields, because we didn't want to travel the road without you, 'speshly Riekie. She said it was a magical spot that belonged to all of us, but this barn held memories of you for us, and we wanted to be close to you, even though you were away.
"Bob gave us the old blankets, already wrapped like we see them now, and even after a year, we could still smell you on them. Bob said he'd come back out the next day and got them and stored them for us because he thought they were special to us and we might want them some day. My brother, who seems such a boob sometimes, can be so sweet and thoughtful!
"Anyway, that's how Riekie and I spent our summer until that man dragged us home. Whenever we had any free time from the usual cottage activities, we came out here, laid our blankets out, and just lay here, wishing you were with us, and smelling you on them. Sometimes we made love and pretended you were with us. Usually we just kinda 'played house' <giggle> like a couple six year-olds. We'd bring a lunch for three with us and pretend we were having a picnic with you. We had a lot of fun and supported each other in our love. That was why Riekie was so angry that he made us go home, 'speshly when he wouldn't let us go to the farm when we did get home."
I remembered Riekie's letters saying how she was so angry with the person who 'ruined my summer.' I understood a little more clearly now, and on top of what the aunts had told me, realized even more the depth of Riekie's own hurt and pain. I vowed we must get back with Riekie as soon as possible, but we still had to wait on her 'schedule'. She had a plan of some kind, and it would be best to let her see it through.
"I remember the last day we were here. We folded the blankets up, put them in their bags, and locked them in this box. Riekie was crying and she said she was afraid we'd never see them or this spot again."
Carol had more tears in her eyes as she absently stroked the blanket she held through the plastic covering. It still looked supple and soft after all these years. She had a faraway look as she remembered the good times she had spent here with Riekie. She returned to the present, and slipping her hand inside the plastic, said.
"I wonder..."
Carol opened the plastic and removed the blanket. She held it to her nose, inhaled deeply and her face lit up with a happy smile. She reached in the box, retrieved another, and handed it to me.
"Here, smell this! You won't believe it!"
I opened the plastic carefully, held the contents to my nose, and inhaled deeply. Riekie! I smelled Riekie! After all these years, the blanket still smelled of her sweet nectar, and underlying that was the sweet smell of Carol and a hint of musk I recognized as my own. I think I fainted, because the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the hay, the blanket still pressed to my face.
Carol had hugged her blanket to her bosom and she spun around happily, her dress flaring, revealing those luscious thighs. Something stirred in my groin, and I felt the old familiar swell of a healthy erection. Carol moved over toward me and held her blanket out, indicating we should swap. As she did, I noticed the zip on her dress had somehow magically slipped down, revealing the delicious curves of her breasts. My penis stirred even more.
We exchanged blankets, and breathed them in. The one she had given me smelled more of her, with a hint of Riekie and me. As we inhaled the perfume of the past, Carol suggested.
"Let's lay them all out like we used to, and have our lunch here. I can't think of a better spot."
"That's a wonderful idea, My Love!"
We got all the blankets out and spread them out in the pattern we remembered, even leaving an open spot where Riekie's consummation blanket had been. We placed the small picnic cooler on one of the boxes, kicked off our shoes and sunk down onto the blanket closest, Carol sitting cross-legged, Indian fashion. Her dress rode 'way up those beautiful thighs and her juicy treasure crowned by a pretty brown muff winked pinkly at me whenever she moved, causing a noticeable tent in my pants.
We shared the modest lunch the aunts had prepared for us, then lay back on the blanket, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her, just enjoying the moment of peace and happy memories. Carol turned her face to mine and we nibbled tender little kisses and murmured sweet nothings, just grooving on each other. We could smell Riekie on the blanket beneath us, and felt her presence with us.
Presently, I rose over her and looked deep into her eyes. I saw a depth of love and joy in them I hadn't seen in many years. The remnants of her pain that had remained even after her release from it had all but faded.
I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply and passionately. We swapped spit and swabbed each other's mouths as we did of old, our lips glued together in a grinding, sucking passion as our breathing became more ragged. My hand found its way to her breast, and slid in through the open zip, finding her succulent mound. Her beast stiffened and swelled to my touch, the nipple hardening and burning my palm.
Carol shifted gears on her kiss, and got her old tongue-sucking routine going, nearly blowing my mind. She'd done it a few times already this weekend, but this was like the first time she did it, and it totally blew me away. My penis rose to full erection, throbbing, but not painful, straining for release from my pants.
I found the tab on her zip and lowered it all the way, her dress falling away as it split cleanly down the front. Her whole magnificent body was revealed to my wandering hand. I moved my hand to her other breast squeezing and fondling her hot flesh. I tweaked the nipple to full hardness, and she gasped into my mouth. I brushed both nipples with my fingertips and Carol's hips bucked and heaved. Her nipples were more swollen and hot than I ever remembered and seemed extremely sensitive to my touch.
I broke from our torrid kiss, Carol reluctant to let go, and trailed little nipping kisses down over her chin and throat to her swollen, sensitive breasts. I dragged my whiskers, tickling, across her nipples as she moaned and writhed at the sensations.
"Ooooooo! So nice! Ooooo! Mmmmm!"
I sucked a nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Carol's whole body lifted and arched, forcing more of her succulent flesh into my eager mouth. My hand traced patterns all over her hot flesh, caressing and petting her breasts where ever my mouth wasn't. I licked and sucked and tickled those wonderful orbs as my hand worked lower, caressing and teasing.
I found that sweet belly button and inserted my little finger, gently fucking it as my lips and tongue teased her breasts. Gradually I moved my face southward from her breasts, tickling and teasing her soft skin with my whiskers as I moved lower, placing little kisses all over her body. As I moved my face down, my other hand came up to caress and squeeze her breasts. The multiple sensations of my mouth and whiskers on her tummy and my hand massaging her boobies had her completely under my control. She moaned and squirmed in delight.
"Mmmmmmmm! Oooooooo! Ooooooo! Daviiid! So-o-o-o-o Goo-oo-ood! Ooooo!"
My lower hand trailed into her soft curls, ticking, teasing, the fingers twining in her silky hair, tugging, causing her to lift her hips in invitation. My hand trailed a little lower and my finger found the top of her slit. Carol bucked up to it, trying to capture that happy invader, but I moved it away, teasing. She moaned and putting her hands on my head, pushed me lower.
I kissed her lower and lower, my whiskers tickling and teasing her hot, bare flesh. Carol was constantly moaning in pleasure now, her head lolling from side to side, her breathing laboured.
"Oooooooooooo! Ooooooooooooooooooooooo! Sooooooooooooo Gooooooooooooooood!"
My hand on her mons traced lower onto her thigh, tailing the fingertips lightly down toward her knee. As I brought it back up, slightly to the inside, she parted her thighs and tried to draw it to her centre. As my hand approached her apex, I trailed it down her other thigh and back up Carol groaned and spread her legs completely, in full open invitation, her hips rising off the blanket, begging. My hand trailed to her junction and I slid a finger into her slit, finding her clit, erect and hot. Carol bucked and lifted more as I flicked and teased that hot little nubbin.
My mouth moved lower now, over her soft, silky furry mound. I inhaled the sweet, fresh scent of her womanhood, and nuzzled my whiskers to mingle with her own curls. I shifted my hands and swung between her legs, cupping those sweet cheeks in my hands as I lowered my face to the centre of her sex. Carol drew her knees up and let them fall open, completely exposing herself in open, wanton invitation.
My whiskers teasing and tormenting the super sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, I licked with the full flat of my tongue straight up from the cleft of her cheeks to the top, tasting her sweet flow, and flicking her hot nubbin at the top, Carol bucked and jerked, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me tighter into her. I pulled back to look, as if it was the first time I'd seen this glorious sight.
I was once again mesmerized by the sight of her vulva. She was simply, plainly, gorgeous! Riekie had the prettiest pussy in the world, we both agreed on that, but Carol's was an extremely close second. Her outer lips were fully parted, a delicious shade of pink, glistening with her own juices and my saliva. The little man in the boat was fully erect at the top, hot and pink in its arousal. Her brown curls hung slightly over the precipice of her mons, damp from her arousal and my tongue swab. The rest of her vulva was clean and bare, her inner lips a deep shade of luscious pink, hot and engorged. As I watched, they slowly parted, opening like the petals of some exotic flower, revealing her vaginal treasure within. A clear, sticky fluid leaked out of that magical opening, and trickled slowly down between her cheeks.
I blew gently on her hot flesh. Carol bucked and flailed, fingers grasping tightly in my hair, pulling me back into full contact, moaning a mix of frustration and pleasure.
"Ooooooooooooo! You... can... look... later... just... dooo... meee! Oooooooooo!"
I buried my face in the wonderful wet heat of her pussy, whiskers tickling her sensitive flesh, my tongue probing and swabbing. I inhaled deeply, smelling her heat and arousal. There is still nothing like the scent of YOUR woman in heat! It is the most intoxicating thing I know! I cupped her cheeks, pulling her into me, and feasted at the well of her sex. I chewed and sucked, my nose rubbing and tantalizing her clit. My tongue probed her depths, and licked the length of her valley. She was sopping wet, and I drank of her nectar, savoring the salt-sweet taste of her. Her hips bucked and churned, gyrating wildly under my ministrations. She grunted and groaned her delight, her voice rising in volume.
"UH! UH! UH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MMMMMMM! UH! UH! UH!"
I worked my tongue deeply into her honey hole, tongue fucking her as she squirmed and heaved, my hands barely able to hold her. I slipped my arms around her thighs, my hands resting on her tummy, holding us in contact as she heaved and bounced her hips.
I worked my tongue in and out, 'round and 'round in her love tunnel, her fluids flowing freely, copiously. I sucked up what I could, the rest trickling down between her cheeks, and dripping to the blanket beneath us. I blew into her hole, and she bucked hard, her body consumed by a small but mighty orgasm as I worked her higher and higher, her voice exclaiming her release.
"UH! UH! UH! OGOD! OGOD! OOOooo!"
I worked her harder, taking her even higher as her hips jerked and spasmed from her first orgasm, my tongue working her depths. I drew my tongue through the folds of her labia, lapping her juices, and flicked her clit rapidly with the tip. Her hips heaved and bucked, her hands dropped from my head to her sides, her hands clenching and grasping at the blanket. Carol's moans and cries got louder and louder.
"O! O! O! O! AH! OGODOGODOGOD! AAAHHH! MMMMM! OGOD! OGOD! OOOOOO!"
My mouth sucked and my tongue probed and licked. I strummed her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her legs dropped and her heels started drumming a tattoo on the blanket, her hands flailing, now grasping my hair, now pounding the blanket, her hips pumping and churning. Her juices flowed steadily, more than I could drink, running freely down between her cheeks and pooling on the blanket. She was reaching her peak, her moans and cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the old barn.
"OOOOOOOO! OGODOGODOGODOGOD!UH! UH! UH! OOOOOOO! UH! UH! UH! YES! YES! OGOD!"
I worked my tongue as deep into her tunnel as I could, flicking and twirling, my nose rubbing and sliding on her clit, my whiskers rubbing and teasing the super-sensitive flesh of her inner thighs at the junction. I felt her nearing the top of her mountain as her thighs tensed and her knees drew up again, trapping my head. I probed and sucked, as she writhed and twisted in my arms. I moved my hands to the top of her slit, found her clit with my thumb and worked it 'round and 'round, my tongue swirling and probing her tight, hot, wet hole as I sucked hard and deep taking all the juice she could give me. She was almost there! I drew back a bit, releasing my suction, and blew a huge raspberry against her inner lips as my tongue stabbed deeply into her. My thumb stabbed down and twisted hard on her clit.
Carol's knees drew up fully and locked around my head, her feet planted firmly and she heaved straight up in as massive orgasm. Her hands locked in my hair, pulling me harder against her. Her vagina seemed to retract a bit, and then it squirted and squirted and squirted into my open mouth as she screamed and howled and screamed.
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!! AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO! DAAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDD!!! OGODOOGODOGODOGOD!AAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"
Her thighs clamped firmly around my head and her hands pulling me into her, I almost passed out. Just as it was getting difficult to breathe, her thighs relaxed a little and her hands loosed their grip. I drew back enough to catch my breath, and marveled as she continued to come in one long continuous orgasm, her vagina squirting a clear fluid that pooled and soaked into her blanket. I could plainly see the muscles of her vagina working, pulsing and rippling as her opening opened and closed like a mouth gasping for air. Her hips jerked and shook as several shocks passed through her, her whole body in convulsion.
As her hips slowed their jerking and lowered back to the blanket slowing to a gentle pumping, I kissed her vulva gently and licked upward through the valley of her labia, giving her clit one last little flick that made her jump and exclaim, as she launched into another small orgasm, soaking my beard with her spend.
"David! OH! David!"
I worked my way back up her body, kissing and soothing, pausing briefly to suckle her hyper sensitive nipples. She heaved and bucked one more time as she pulled my face to hers.
"Too much! OOOOOOOO! David! Kiss Meeee!"
I moved up and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices on me. Our kiss was long and tender as her hips gently pumped and gradually relaxed. She cuddled into me and cooed her delight.
"Ooo, David! What you just did to me! That was so wonderful! Like the first time, only 'way better! Oh! I love you so much!"