We cuddled, my now nearly flaccid penis still inside Diane, in contented silence for a few minutes. Her hips started humping against me. Her nipples were hot, hard, burning my chest. Her pubis was slowly grinding into mine, her soft curls tickling and teasing. She nibbled on my ear. She was gently stimulating me, and I was responding. I felt my penis stiffening. So did she. So much for going to sleep!
"Oh! Rascal! You're coming back to me."
My penis returned to full hard readiness, surprising me with how quickly I recovered. It wasn't unusual with Carol and Riekie, especially when I was a teenager, but I'd rarely if ever recovered this quickly with Diane. I rolled her over as our mouths locked in a soul-searing kiss. There wasn't the urgency this time. We made long, slow, passionate love, our bodies seeming to be in perfect sync. As if it was our first time, I experimented with various strokes, and Diane experimented with controlling those wonderful muscles. We talked while we made love, with me above her, looking into her eyes, stroking slowly, her hips matching mine. Her eyes were full of love and she was so wet and hot, and tight.
Responding to the love and fulfillment in those lovely brown eyes, I asked, "Was it as good this time for you as I think?"
"We've always been pretty good, especially in the last few months, David, but this time, it was almost like it was our first! OH! I felt so full... and... and... complete, more than I have ever felt before! Like now! Oh David, what you're doing to me, with me, right now! It feels so goo-ood, I don't ever want it to end. What's happened to me? I suddenly feel so FREE! Like some heavy weight has been lifted right off my soul, even! Whatever's happened to me, I LIKE it!"
"I know what you mean! Mom says you're one of Her's. I've been noticing the change in you lately, and I believe it now for sure! I think with what happened this weekend and with Carol Anne and me telling our story, somewhere deep inside, your true self woke up and came out. I don't want you to think I'm comparing, but this is what it's like EVERY time with Carol Anne and Riekie and I think it will be for us, too, now.
"Do you see now why I love them so much? And the pain of TOTAL loss I felt when they were driven from me -- so much pain I couldn't even think about them long enough to tell you about them? And the absolute JOY I felt when Carol Anne was healed and came back to me with her news that Riekie is planning to return too? And now the complete HAPPINESS I feel for you that you are, and want to be one of My Girls? <My Girls! The Man is BACK!> This is the BEST feeling in the world — to love and be loved — to make love just to show how we feel!"
Diane just pulled me tighter to her as we loved, her happy, loving smile saying it all.
This feeling was EXQUISITE and now my wife, Diane, and I were sharing it!
But nature requires it to conclude, so the end-product can be delivered. Before long, our tempo increased, and we started the buildup to another crashing mutual orgasm. As I came, she convulsed around me, and once again screamed my name.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!"
It felt like I came a quart, I shot so hard. Three! Four! Five! Six full squirts of baby-making juice deep inside her before her pussy milked me dry and I fell on top of her. She held me in her arms. At last I thought I was getting heavy, and rolled off, my cock slipping out of her with a sucking sound. She was so tight!
"Oh look at poor Rascal! Poor Rascal, my Sweet Prince! He's exhausted, poor thing. Oh, I think I'll kiss him better!"
She scooted 'round to be able to take my penis in her mouth. I was too spent to respond, but it felt very good. She licked and kissed it clean then patted it, and cooed.
"Sleep tight Rascal." She looked at her towel and giggled. "If I'm gonna sleep here tonight, I better get a clean towel, this one's soaked!"
Diane shook me to my very foundations when she turned so she could open her pussy and show me. If I ever doubted her heritage before, I did no longer! This act seemed to be specific to any one of My Girls (My Girls!).
"How do I look now?"
Her gorgeous little pussy actually gaped open. A stringy white stream of sperm leaked out and trickled down between her sweet cheeks. Hers was one well-fucked pussy even if I did say so myself! I did that! As usual, at seeing this sight, I was inordinately proud of myself!
"A mess! A beautiful, sexy, awe-inspiring, wonderful mess. Even if I do say so myself, and at the risk of being an insufferable braggart, what I'm seeing is definitely one 'well-fucked pussy'!"
"It must be! I can feel his Precious Stuff leaking out! He really filled me up! To overflowing! I want to feel like that all the time. When he shoots in me now, I come right away. I love it! And I LO-O-OVE YOU! I feel so FREE, David!"
She spun around, and attacked me with a playful kiss. Another girl had behaved similarly once upon a time. It was a joyous memory, and I felt myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this little elfin nymph. It was like I re-discovered Eden.
What we'd been doing seemed like forever, but in reality it wasn't all that long.
"It's still not that late, let's get you cleaned up and a fresh towel for the bed."
"Sounds like a plan."
We climbed out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. She led, I followed. I was mesmerized by the sway and tic-toc motion of those delectable hips and cheeks. The come running down the inside of her thighs glistened in the dim light. It was extremely seductive, and I marveled at the transformation of my wife from an abused and shy waif to a fully sexually realized and liberated woman of the Old Ways.
We didn't bother with a full bath for her — it may not have been that late, but it wasn't that early, either. A quick shower would do. Before, though, I stepped to the toilet to have a pee, and a slim pair of arms wrapped around me, taking hold of my penis, and a sweet little voice asked me.
"Need some help with that, Mister?"
"Sure thing, Missus, you steer and I'll do the rest."
Diane's hot little hands guided me as I relieved myself. It was extremely pleasurable. I wondered if she'd look after a morning woody the same way.
I turned to get the shower running and the water warm. While I did, Diane parked on the stool, and I soon heard the hiss and splash of her own bladder releasing, followed by a sigh of relief.
It seemed Diane had finally lost ALL her inhibitions around me, and that her healing from the abuse at the hands of her step-father was almost complete. I said a few words of thank you to the Goddess.
We stepped into the shower together. The last time we'd been here, she'd shocked me with her actions, the first indications, now that I thought about it, that she was not only on the road to healing, but was realizing her true heritage, and an indication the Power was back in control.
We soaped and lathered each other, paying particular attention to each other's genitals. Diane had absolutely no hesitation at washing her Rascal, and kissing him clean. Pussy's hair was all matted and gooey from our heavy session, so I gave her a good gentle scrubbing and planted a sloppy kiss right on her lips. I thought I could hear that furry little critter purr.
Our shower complete, we dried each other with the big bath towels and got all cuddly with them. Even after our shower, Diane was still leaking a bit, white cream running down her thighs. She went to check on Jenny before returning to bed, never bothering with a robe like she once would have, and as those sweet little buns tic-toced across the bathroom toward the door to Jen's room, come gleaming on her thighs in the light, she seemed oblivious and totally natural.
I grabbed a fresh towel for Diane on my way out of the bathroom. As I changed the towel on the bed, I had an inspiration. I folded the used one neatly, wet side up, and put it on the top shelf of my closet. I spread the fresh towel out for her and climbed back into bed.
The basis of my inspiration was simple, and had originated from my talk with Tante Jo about her virginity. Diane had said tonight felt almost like our first time. In a sense it was our first time. It was our first time as part of an openly admitted group marriage, which she was at the very least a de facto member of, and, more importantly, it was her first time as a fully realized sexual entity. Her towel was worth saving — tonight, that wonderful, beautiful little woman with the huge heart had given herself to me totally, and unreservedly, all inhibitions gone, for the first time ever.
Satisfied that all was well with the little one, Diane soon joined me, cuddling up close. The shower had refreshed us both, and sleep was still a ways off. I was intrigued by something, so I raised the question with her.
"Diane Marie," She cooed and cuddled closer when I called her that. "I saw you paying close attention to Riekie's pictures tonight, and to me, it looked almost like you recognized her. I saw the love, too, especially when you saw Carol Anne for the first time. What gives?"
"I think I have seen Riekie before, but not clearly. The last little while, there's been this girl in my dreams. I haven't been able to see her face clearly, but she's blonde, and beautiful, and we're very much in love. I think we live here together, but the rooms look a little different. When I saw those pictures tonight, I just sort of knew that Riekie is the girl in my dreams. Is that weird or what?"
"To anybody looking at any of us from the outside, we probably all seem at the very least strange and maybe even weird. But from my perspective already on the inside, I don't think it's weird at all. We're almost positive you have Old Blood, and with that probably comes some Sight. Rhiannon has it, and so strongly, she probably got it from both of us. You've only just started your training with Mom yesterday, so you have no way of knowing how to use or interpret your Sight, and probably what you See comes in the form of dreams.
"I take it from what you're telling me that Riekie is definitely coming home. We just don't know when, although Carol Anne says she thinks it'll be around Christmas, because Riekie said her divorce should be finalized about then. She won't come any sooner unless she's forced, because she always crosses her 'I's' and dots her 'T's' before making any moves."
"Can you describe her to me -- nude? If your description matches what I think I See, then I'll know for sure it's her."
"Sure, but remember, my memories are twenty years old. I'll be describing an eighteen year-old, not a woman in her mid to late thirties, although if Carol Anne is anything to go by, then it'll be pretty accurate.
"Riekie is shorter than Carol Anne who is almost as tall as me, but taller than you. As you know from her photos, she is stunningly beautiful with soft, wavy blonde hair she always wore fairly long.
"Riekie's breasts are round and firm, shaped something like yours, about the size of grapefruit with pink areola and small, slightly darker pink nipples that get really hot and hard when they're erect.
"Her hips are a little more rounded than Carol Anne's and she has a nice flat tummy. She always claimed she fought with her weight, and she used isometrics to tone her abdominal muscles and keep her tummy flat. A byproduct of those exercises was that she had the most phenomenal control of her vaginal muscles ever, and she could do a passable belly dance.
"Riekie's legs are gorgeous with beautiful calves, but her thighs are a little on the muscular side. It's like the bones were just a touch short, but with the muscles designed for longer bones, sorta scrunching them up a bit. Her skin was always tight and smooth, hot to the touch.
"Riekie's crowning glory, though aside from her beautiful hair, is her pussy. Riekie has simply the prettiest pussy in the world. Carol Anne has the nicest legs, although yours are damn close, but Riekie's pussy is to die for! She has the most wonderful luxuriant patch of blonde curls covering a very prominent mons, with no hair at all below that, like you. Carol Anne's bare there, too.
"Her labia are the prettiest shade of pink, and her inner lips are the daintiest, prettiest pink lips you ever saw. When they're aroused, they open like an exotic flower, revealing the smallest, tightest vagina in creation. Like you and Carol Anne, she gets extremely wet and is a squirter when she comes, which is often and hard. She often has multiple orgasms where Carol Anne is more likely to have just one huge one. Her clitoris gets very erect, and is a delectable hot shade of pink, looking like a small penis.
"One of the most erotic things about Riekie isn't what you can see, it's what you can feel -- her entire genital area is HOT, and I mean HOT! Even through layers of clothing, when she rubs that pussy up against you, you can just feel the heat.
"Riekie has a very shapely bum, round and firm, with the most delightful sway and up-down motion imaginable. She can really make a skirt dance, and in jeans, well!
"So there you have it, a description of Riekie as I remember her. Does any of it jive with your dreams?"
"Oh, yeah! It's her, alright! The girl in my dreams has just the pussy you described, and she calls it Sweet Pussy. Does that mean anything to you?"
"You saw Riekie. If you'd told me your dream girl calls her pussy creature Sweet Pussy from the beginning, I'd have known right away. It's her, alright."
"That's why when Carol Anne teased me tonight about 'all the girls', I could only reply 'and maybe one other'. I wasn't sure if it was Riekie or not. And here I go again — falling in love with a girl I've never met, and this time I've never even talked to her."
"Yes you have, in your 'dreams'. I suspect she has matching dreams about you."
"You think? Why?
"She is definitely Old Blood, and though I've never known either of the girls to demonstrate openly they have the Sight, it wouldn't surprise me in the least. But... then again, they did know something bad would happen to us if I went to camp that year. Hmmm."
"Sounds almost as if I was meant to love those girls. Oh, dear, I'm tired!"
Diane yawned hugely and snuggled up. I could tell she was getting very sleepy. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. She murmured, "I love you, David." And drifted off to sleep. Holding her warm little body close to me, I soon followed her. I don't remember my dreams, but they must have been pleasant.
I slept like a rock until I was awakened in the wee small hours by sweet kisses and a small hand stroking my penis, which by some miracle was amazingly hard. The sweet kisses were administered by a lovely mouth attached to an elfin face framed in soft brown waves. I couldn't see her lovely brown eyes very well in the dim glow of the night light, but I just knew they were sparkling with devilment. I turned to meet her lips and we shared a very sensuous kiss, our tongues dueling and swapping spit. I dropped my hand to her mons and tickled her curls, causing her hips to twitch and jerk. I slid my hand down further and found a very wet pussy, clitoris erect and sensitive to the touch. As my fingers probed and found her hot little opening, she rolled to her back, spreading her beautiful legs wide, and arching her hips off the bed.
Her grasp on my now throbbing penis tightened as she pulled me toward her.
"Love me, David. Love me hard."
My fingers probed and worked in her now sopping puss a little more as her hips began to hump and gyrate insistently. She pulled on my penis harder.
"Put him in me NOW, David. Pussy needs him bad. She's so itchy! Put him in! HURRY!"
Who am I to argue? I swung between her outstretched thighs and raised my hips for the plunge. Diane drew her knees up and spread them wide, offering herself completely to me. Usually, she had to steer me into her, but now I just lowered myself to her and felt my raging penis start into her hot little tunnel. She raised her hips to meet my downward thrust, and I slid into her love tunnel in one smooth, continuous motion. My God! She was hot and wet!
As I bottomed in her sweet muffin, I felt her cervix nibble at the tip of my cock, and her muscles rippled and almost stroked my length, stimulating me like no other time with her.
"Feels so good! So full! Now fuck me, David! Fuck me hard! FUCK ME!"
Not being one to refuse a lady's demands, I proceeded to comply. I fucked her. I fucked her hard. Diane fucked right back at me, equally as hard. We rutted and pumped, screwing ourselves silly. I humped and I pumped. Diane humped and pumped right back. Our bodies were in complete synchronization as we fucked and rutted like two wild creatures of the night. Diane's cries of ecstasy and screams of joy would have wakened an entire city block if we lived in town. I thought of the kids, but those two could sleep through anything.
"YES! YES! AAAIIIIEEE! YES! FUCK ME! HARDER! DEEPER! YES! YES!"
I stroked and pounded into her scalding depths, her hips bucking back to meet me, stroke for stroke. We rode up the mountain together, humping and bumping in a matched rhythm; my cock swelled and my balls lifted, preparing to explode. Diane's hips thrust back at me, her muscles clamping and releasing, stimulating me to even greater effort. Our breath came in gasps and grunts. We got to the top of the mountain together, thrusting and pounding. I thrust into her hard. Once! Twice! Three times! On the third stroke, I buried my cock as deep in her as I could, mashing her clit as my balls heaved and clenched. I felt the familiar sweet pain of release as my balls exploded and my cock erupted, spewing gout, after gout after gout of thick, creamy, stringy sperm deep into her clutching, sucking tunnel of love. As the first gout of sperm erupted form my penis, Diane's hips heaved and lifted, her muscles contracted around me, and her whole body convulsed in a massive orgasm as shockwave after shockwave rocketed through her tiny frame. Her arms locked around my neck as her legs, feet locked together, jerked and pulled me even tighter and deeper into her, and the little bitch howled her exhilaration!
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!"
A high-pitched, happy answer came back from the pasture as a passing coyote replied.
"YIP YIP YIP! YAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Where do these girls learn this stuff?
Our passion quickly spent, I fell on top of Diane, and rolled to my side, carrying her small form with me, still buried in her sopping depths. Our breathing returned to near-normal, and Diane gave me a lingering kiss. She smiled sweetly, whispered "I love you." And was instantly asleep, cradled in my arms. I marveled at her peaceful, happy features, and soon drifted off into a deep, contented sleep myself, my penis snugly trapped in her tight little tunnel, Pussy contentedly nibbling at the tip.
I woke well before the alarm went off with my usual morning woody comfortably and happily buried in hot pussy. I felt refreshed and alive. I awakened to two sparkling brown eyes and a sweet smile. Diane reached and kissed me tenderly. I could get very used to waking up with my penis warmly held by wet, eager pussy. It had been too many years since that happened regularly, and now I'd had it for four mornings straight. I thought it couldn't get much better than that, except for maybe having those other two warm bodies cuddled up to me as I woke. I felt the best I had in many years. Things were coming back together, maybe not as quickly as I'd like, but they were, and with some added bonuses.
Diane watched me as I woke. Most mornings, she'd have been up already, and I would never have felt her leave the bed. I thought that from now on, I'd wake instantly if she moved out of our bed. We were tuned in now, and that would never change. I also noticed I didn't have my usual morning grumpiness. Who could be grumpy, waking up to a beautiful smiling face and a warm, pulsating pussy wrapped around a full erection, morning woody or not!
"Morning, Sleepy Head."
"Morning to you, too, Sweet Thing. How long have you been awake staring at my ugly puss?"
"Not long, but long enough to notice some changes in you."
"What kind of changes? Am I going bald?" Not a real worry, but baldness did run on my mother's side. Uncle Bill bore a striking resemblance to a cue ball now.
"No, nothing like that, Silly. Good changes. I used to watch you sleep, and you were always so sad, or even angry looking, all tensed up, like your dreams pissed you off. Today, you looked peaceful and even a little happy; your face was relaxed. The worry lines around your eyes have almost disappeared."
"Worry lines?"
"You probably thought it was age and the outdoors, making the creases around your eyes and especially your mouth. Your beard hid most of those, but I could see them. I used to see them every morning. And your eyes always had a deep, deep sadness in them. That's almost gone, now, but there's still a hint of what? Wariness? As if you don't quite believe that you could be happy again. I always knew something made you sad, something really deep. Now I know what it was, and if Carol Anne never did anything else, I'd love her for giving me a happy husband, because I know it's her that did this for you... and for me."
Diane moved her hips suggestively, getting my attention and that of the thing so comfortably housed in her small body. I tickled her lightly and she squirmed and giggled, causing her inner muscles to do astounding things to my pleased member.
"And you play now! I like that! David?"
Her voice had a small child's playful query in it.
"Would you ask Rascal if he'd like to give Pussy her breakfast, now? You don't have to get up for work for a little while yet..."
"Rascal thought you'd never ask! He's been busy in his kitchen, cooking up a simply maaahvelous breakfast for sweet little Pussy."
"She's awful, awful hungry..."
Laughing, I rolled the little minx to her back and raised my hips. Rising on my arms, I called out.
"Pussy? Oh, Pussy! Rascal says breakfast is ready! Come and get it!"
And once again we fucked and rutted like wild creatures. My hips pistoned into Diane's hot tunnel as her hips thrust back at me. We had fun with our mating. We laughed and giggled as we screwed, happy in our love and its new, greater dimensions. All too soon, though, the passion peaked as my balls lurched up against my cock which swelled and spit what felt like a half gallon of hot, wet baby butter deep into her womb. As my first discharge fired off into her, Diane's body jerked and spasmed in her own gigantic orgasm and she yelled her elation.
"YES! YES! YES! FILL 'ER UP! PUSSY'S HUNGRY! FEED HER! YES! YES! YE-E-E-E-S-S-SSS!"
I was just releasing the last bit of sperm into her heaving, jerking pussy when the alarm went off. It startled the living shit out of both of us, resulting in me suddenly plunging even deeper into her body to deliver that last bucket of sperm; her arms convulsed so strongly, I thought she broke my neck, and her pussy suddenly squeezed tight as I felt scalding fluids gush around my balls. I reached for the offending mechanical monster and almost pitched it across the room, but kept my cool and calmly turned it off.
We started to laugh, and had a huge giggle-fest for several minutes as I rolled to my side, my penis, still morning hard, disengaging from her with a wet sucking sound. We settled down after a few minutes and rose to meet another work day, Diane's pussy dripping and leaking onto her towel as she sat up. It felt wonderful to be alive again.
Diane and I walked into the bathroom together, my arm around her youthful waist, my woody waving around looking for a place to pee. Diane giggled at the sight. As recently as last week, she would have been embarrassed and too shy to even notice, let alone go in the bathroom with me for anything other than a shower. First things first. I stepped up to the stool and Diane tried to aim my stiff friend, giggling almost uncontrollably. She finally got it pointed in the right general direction, and my bladder released its contents. Once again, my erection followed the urine down the drain, and once again a sweet lady watched it go with mild disappointment.
We jumped in the shower together, and soaped and scrubbed each other thoroughly. Her pussy was a mess from our middle of the night hard fast fuck and our more recent coupling a few minutes ago. Pussy got special attention, but I was glad she was well fed because I didn't have much time left before work. After our shower, we had a fun shoving match to see who could get to the sink first to brush our teeth and tidy our hair. Diane, for all her diminutive size, won the battle, giggling and laughing. We were like a pair of kids — or newlyweds.
Shower and morning toilette complete, we returned to the bedroom to dress. My choice of clothing was simple — I could wear my Parks uniform, or I could wear my other Parks uniform. I did dispense with jockeys, though. I didn't think I'd ever wear them again. Diane was going to slip on a light summer dress, but when she checked out the window, it looked chilly, so she opted for a sweater and a little wool kilt. She blew me completely away when she went braless and commando, telling me no more panties probably ever, except when she was on her period. Her reasoning sounded familiar: she said she was wet all the time any more, and couldn't be bothered doing a load of laundry every other day just because she kept soaking her panties. I loved it and I loved her more. She was most definitely one of My Girls (My Girls!) How I loved the sound of that now.
Because Diane had not risen earlier than me, she didn't have time to cook my breakfast before I went to work. Thank God the coffee maker had been set up the night before on its timer. I could skip breakfast, but only if I had some coffee in me. I had breakfast makings at work, and told her I'd whip something up at break time. Diane always prepared my lunch when she cleaned up from supper the night before, so all I had to do, like any other morning, was grab it from the fridge and drop it in my lunch bucket. Rhiannon was already up and fixed her own breakfast of some kids' cereal when we came downstairs. Jenny was still sleeping.
Lunch bucket in hand, and with a full Tim Horton's mug of home brewed coffee, I gave Rhiannon a hug and kiss, then kissed my lovely young wife a passionate goodbye, and launched myself upon the work world for another day. Thank God, the season was almost over, and I'd have some free time to sit down and finish sorting out the rest of my once again promising life with my wife, and hopefully, wives. Life was starting to look good again. A little complicated, but good. In some ways, it felt like I had just stepped back to mid-August 1965, and all the promise it held.