Chapter 105

Diane and Riekie each reluctantly released the nipple they were suckling, and moved back to their positions as observers. With the milk pressure on her swollen breasts thus temporarily relieved, I started winding Carol up again. I moved back up her body, trailing kisses up and over her tummy, across her breasts, teasing and tasting her milk-swollen nipples, and finally to her engorged lips, placing little love kisses there. She was still breathing a little hard, still up a bit, right where I wanted to keep her, not letting her all the way down. My lips locked onto hers. We started gently, but she was soon insistent, her body starting to writhe. She tried to suck the tongue out of my head — oh no you don't — you asked me to do it my way. <grin>.

I broke the kiss, gently. My mouth quickly worked south, again briefly tasting the delightful baby sauce from her lovely pink nips on the way past, just enough to elicit small gasps and shocks, gently winding her up, my right hand already exploring.

My lips continued their southward trek. I paused briefly at her navel, tasting, probing it with my tongue. Her back arched slightly. My hand traveled farther south, brushing lightly through those wonderful auburn curls, tickling a bit, causing her to shudder. It moved down, not quite to the top of her slit, rotating slightly, with a little pressure on her mons. It halted, teasingly close to her slit. My little finger touched, ever so lightly, at the very apex. Her hips came up, reaching for it. Carol moaned plaintively, wanting it. I teased — the hand moved to the side, fingertips lightly tracing down the top of her thigh. She shuddered again.

I shifted my position, my mouth traversing below her navel. My lips met and brushed her lovely thicket. I inhaled her scent — fresh, clean with a tantalizing hint of arousal. My hand traced back up her thigh, her body shuddering, brushing my own face, as it came to the apex, without touching. Then it trailed, fingertip light down her right thigh to her knee, then back up, slightly more to the inside, back toward her apex. Again it turned just short, and trailed back down the inside of her left thigh. My Love moaned softly and instinctively spread her legs wider.

I buried my face in her succulent curls — the texture and scent an overpowering aphrodisiac. My hands continued their teasing, roving up and down her thighs. Her silky thighs parted even more as I slid my hand up the right, past the vee onto her muff, and slowly, teasingly, back down her left. Just below her nether lips, I stopped, then slid it between her thighs and turned it ninety degrees. This sweet woman I had loved for so long once again got my primal message and spread her fabulous gams wide. I flipped myself between her now lewdly spread legs, both hands on her hips, my weight supported on my elbows. From her beautiful brown bush I kissed back up ... up to her navel, kissing side to side. Her hands came to my head, started pushing me down. I resisted moving too quickly. She moaned, hips pumping.

I glanced briefly toward the other pair. Arms wrapped about each other, Diane and Riekie appeared to be mesmerized into immobility. I was somewhat puzzled — they had seen me give Carol oral sex before, especially since the birth of the twins, but there must have been something extra special in the air tonight for them to be so fascinated without doing anything themselves except to watch and occasionally suckle at Carol's milk-distended nipples, and then only on my invitation.

Shaking my head at this apparent incongruity, I resumed my tasty endeavors. Gradually, nuzzling, blowing raspberries all over Carol's luscious flesh, my mouth worked lower, onto her tasty thicket of soft brown curls, moving ever downward, her hand pushing me lower, her hips pumping. My lower lip dropped over the precipice of her mons and I nuzzled into the top of her slit, my mouth working lower into her sweet divide. She spread her legs even farther, drew her knees up and let them fall outward in total surrender, now utterly open to me. I took a few seconds just to gaze at the wonder so willingly, eagerly displayed for me. I glanced upward. She rose on her elbows so she could look down and we smiled at each other.

Ever curious of my reactions and observations, Carol the exhibitionist asked, "What's the view like down there?"

"There's only one way to describe it, and at the risk of overusing a phrase, what I see is purely fan-fucking-tastic! Sorry to delay the action, but I just have to stare in wonder for a bit longer. You three are so beautiful —— I just can't get enough of simply looking when I'm up-close-and-personal like this."

She smiled sweetly at our wives, who still seemed strangely silent and disinclined to actively participate. "Princess and Muffin are prettier there."

"Yeah, but not by much." Carol wasn't fishing for a compliment. She knew exactly what she said and what my reply would be. She simply stated a mutually agreed fact, and I agreed, but softened it a little for the conditions.

I looked closer again, so I was now gazing straight into Heaven's door. A short five weeks after childbirth, and no visible (to me) evidence of stretching or other damage — she looked and smelled as edible as the first time I ever beheld her glorious sex. Carol's lips were a lovely coral pink, slightly parted, the inner lips protruding out slightly past. More delicate in texture, they were a similar shade, only darker. I could just barely see her clit sticking out near the top, almost out of its hood. It was pink too, but a much hotter, stimulated shade. She was glistening with her juice, wet down into the divide of those luscious buttocks. Her towel showed some dampness and everywhere, the deliciously musky scent of her sex and heat.

Back to the business of pleasure — I got more comfortable. I slid down more onto the bed between her legs, bringing my arms down under her thighs, and wrapping them around her legs so my hands were resting on the silky softness of her furry muffin. I inhaled ... Ah! The aroma of woman — my woman — in heat! So intoxicating!! I brought my hands down toward her furrow, and gently pried her slit open with my thumbs. Her clit popped out of its hood, hot and erect. I flicked it with a thumb. She lurched, bounced, and yelped.

"Fuck!"

I moved forward, pushed my tongue out to its full length, and very deliberately licked from the bottom of her labia to the top, forcing them to part. Her labia opened like the petals of an exotic flower. The taste was simply superb — exquisite to the nth degree. As always, she tasted sweet and fresh! Carol squirmed, forcing me to hold her in place so I could continue. I licked again, this time from the bottom all the way to her clit. The reaction was shocking! She spasmed, and a small amount of fluid sprayed out of her now completely wet vaginal opening. I licked again and the inner lips opened completely.

Oh what a beautiful sight! There before me, were the Gates of Paradise, her tunnel pulsing, almost breathing. Through this enchanted portal our sweet young twins entered the world! Did anyone ever have such a wondrous entryway prepared for them? Unable to resist longer, I pressed my face up tight, and stuck my tongue as far up her channel as I could get, my nose rubbing the bottom of her clit. She went orbital, her hips bucking and churning, thighs clenching around my head!

"OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH!!"

Inspired by her reactions, I started tongue fucking her savoury hole. My nose, rubbing through her upper labia, and bumping her clit, set her off. Trying for just a vaginal orgasm, I dropped my chin, relieving the pressure on her clit, pulled my tongue back and literally suck-kissed her vaginal opening. For my efforts, I got a mouth full of her juice. Delicious! I also got a strangled scream out of her...

"A-a-a-a-gh-gh-gh!"

As usual, this girl had more raw nerves than an open wound! Her hips thrashed and pumped. Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled me tighter into her sopping depths. My tongue worked back into her hole. I swirled it round and round, in and out, in and out — just my lips and tongue working her vagina. Feeling her orgasm continuing to build, I sped up my tongue fucking. Her hips worked faster and harder and I hung on for dear life. I felt her build to a crescendo, uttering inarticulate groaning sounds, increasing in pitch and volume.

My tongue worked her faster and deeper. She kept building, her hips raised off the bed. I felt her getting close to the edge. I pulled my tongue back, feeling her still build with that outstroke. I stabbed my tongue back in — hard! She bucked and flailed, still not quite there...

Again, I pulled my tongue back, sucking in a pulsing motion with my whole mouth then launched my tongue once more, probing deep within her. She was almost there!

I pulled my tongue back one more time then plunged it straight in, swirled it around, then rapid in and out. I loosened the suction of my lips, and blew a raspberry. Already excited to the extreme, Carol's jets lit and she went beyond orbital! Her hips launched off the bed, jamming her pussy hard into my face. Her vagina pulsed, contracting and releasing. Her hips dropped to the bed. I worked with my tongue; her hips came back up hard, and stayed up. Her thighs clenched around my head, holding me. Her vagina squirted. I sucked up her nectar as fast as she shot. And she screamed — to my ears, once more an angel sang...

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD!!!

Carol bucked and churned, hands pounding the mattress, her thighs still locked on my head so tight it was difficult to breathe. Just when I thought I would pass out from lack of air, she relaxed and I was able to get my head back far enough to breath. It meant pulling off her vaginal opening. She was still squirting!

As she relaxed, she was wide open. I dropped my tongue to the bottom of her furrow, pressed my face in a little tighter, and moving my head, licked straight up with the full width of my tongue, right up to and over her clit. She rocked and convulsed again. As my tongue got to her clit, I teased and licked gently around the area, stimulating, but not directly — maintaining a level of arousal without sending her crashing over the top. I shifted my right arm back between her thighs and gently inserted my right index finger, pad upward, facing toward her clit, into her tunnel. Oh! So warm! So moist! She was extremely slick with her secretions, then I felt her tighten as her Kegel-trained muscles felt the intruder, gripping and massaging it.

Ever so gently, I moved my finger in and out, feeling, searching ... There! In about the depth of the second knuckle, I felt it — a rougher patch about the size of a nickel. Carol convulsed and shuddered as I touched the bundle of nerves directly. Carol thought she had learned something powerful when she read about and demonstrated prostate massage. Now ... she was going to experience something I read about recently — something almost guaranteed to bring on mind-shattering orgasms — the storied g-spot.

Having found her fabled g-spot, I began gently tapping and stroking that super-sensitive bundle of nerves. Carol's reaction was instantaneous and dramatic. She gasped, choked on a scream and her hips began churning so violently, I was almost literally hanging on for dear life. I continued tapping and teasing that marvelous spot, taking her ever higher. Several times Carol begged for release, but as she neared the top, I slowed down, keeping her from the pinnacle, forcing her to recover a little, then took her back up. Her hips heaved and thrashed as she gasped, groaned and grunted incoherently. I did this several times, all the while licking and teasing the area of her clit in sync with my ministrations to that special bundle of nerves. Carol was in the highest state of arousal I'd ever seen her, totally oblivious of anything except the continuously building pleasure explosion in her abdomen and pussy. I heard empathic gasps and groans emanating from nearby as Diane and Riekie occasionally mind-linked with her.

Finally, simultaneously, I moved my tongue to direct stimulation of her clitty, applied a little pressure and licked it hard. Just as the tip of my tongue passed over, I flicked it hard, then fluttered it against her clit and GROWLED as my fingers tapped and strobed her g-spot. Suddenly overcome by blinding waves of pleasure and release, poor Carol launched straight up off the bed, the orgasmic spasms hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side. Her heels drummed the bed. And she screamed and screamed and screamed!

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!! ... OGODOGODOGODOGOD!! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!"

I looked down. Her vagina squirted about six inches, and kept squirting! My Girls were all squirters to varying degrees, and almost always squirted at least some on every orgasm, but Carol! Oh my! She hadn't fired her watery barrage like this since our original wedding night! The distance it reached reduced with the violence of her spasms, which kept rocking her body. Just when it seemed she was done, another one would rock her, and she'd squirt again. I just lay there and enjoyed the show. Her breathing was laboured, gasping for breath. I glanced to Diane and Riekie. They clung tightly to each other as if holding against a gale, their mouths open in shock and awe.

Curious, and yes, I am a bastard, I know ... I blew gently directly on her clit in a long continuous fine airflow. Carol started to buck and thrash again, grunting hard and her vagina squirted and squirted!

"UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH!!"

With this last 'little' stimulation to her overwrought nerves, Carol's eyes rolled upward, showing only the whites and she was reduced to gibbering wreckage as her sister-wives watched in stunned disbelief. I still can't quite grasp how she managed to hold onto a shred of consciousness.

Finally, not wanting to wear her out completely, I let her wind down. Her eyes rolled back down out of her head, but remained unfocused and unseeing with a 'thousand-yard stare'. Her breathing came in gulps and gasps as her hips and body still jerked in aftershock. Occasional jolts passed the full length of her body as she gradually settled down.

As Carol gradually returned to some semblance of functional awareness, I checked her out — her marvelous muffin was wet and matted; the inside of her thighs was sopping; her towel was completely soaked through to the sheet beneath; and the sheet itself was damp — thank the Goddess for mattress covers. Her knees were drawn up, bent, folded to the outside, her whole pussy fully exposed, and it was gorgeous. The spasms and shock waves passed gradually away and she was able to relax her legs.

Carol was at last able to speak. "H-H-HOLY F-F-F-UCK B-B-BATMAN!!"

"Are you OK?"

"I ... I ... think so ... that was so-o-o-o intense! I-I d-didn't think it was ever gonna s-stop! Goddess, David!! It's al-always good, but it has never been quite as good as that very first time... until now. Th-this was simply mind-blowing! I guess you weren't k-kidding when you said I ain't seen nuthin yet! What ... what in the world did you DO to me?"

"Happy Anniversary, Baby. Happy Anniversary! Ever hear of the g-spot?" She nodded affirmatively, but indicating a level of disbelief in its erogenous efficacy. "Thought it was a myth, eh? Not anymore... ! Believe it ... it really exists, and you just got a little payback for that finger up the butt trick you pulled on me a couple months ago. I think I read about it in the same book you found your little surprise."

I looked around conspiratorially, stroking and twisting the ends of an imaginary long handlebar mustache á la Dick Dastardly. "<sinister chuckle> Now ... didn't I say I thought I smelled THREE someones good enough to eat? There must be two more around here somewhere ... hee, hee, hee, heeee..."

From the other side of a slowly recovering and still babbling Carol, I heard gasps and nervous giggles.

"Awright, M'ladies ... who's next? I promise to be nice ... Broohahahaha..."

There were some soft protests of trepidation, but once reassured I would take it easy with them because of their 'delicate' condition, before long the other two cuddled up and presented themselves for some oral stimulation. Soon I was alternately face-deep in two more sweet, succulent, squirting snatches. Nirvana! I teased each of them with a g-spot orgasm, but in deference to their advanced pregnancies, not nearly to the extent of what I had done to Carol. Both were wound up tighter than nine-day clocks already from observing and to some extent empathically experiencing Carol's moments of extreme ecstasy. It didn't take very long at all before both Diane and Riekie were shattering windows three concessions away with their screams of completion and soaking their towels with their own copious emissions.