I leaned forward again and got my lips fastened around one of her nipples; I didn't get to enjoy it for as long, though, because she decided she'd adjusted to my girth long enough, and started moving herself on me. Her movements were small and slow at first; but as her abundant oils got better distributed, she was able to slide herself up and down on me farther and farther, moaning between exclamations of how she felt about having my cock moving in her.
Unable to keep my lips fastened to the moving targets of her nipples, I settled for moving my hands around on her body; I doubt there was a square inch on her within my arms reach that didn't have my fingerprints on it. I made sure to pay special attention to some parts of her more than I did others — her ass and breasts were my favorite targets, but I didn't neglect caressing such areas as the insides of her thighs or the back of her neck, either. When she leaned toward me for a while, I gladly went about using my lips and tongue on whatever bits of her I could apply them to; I felt her get even warmer and wetter around my cock when I managed to nibble and suck on her earlobe for a little bit.
She'd told me that she had an office job, so I wasn't surprised when I saw her begin to slow down a little bit. taking her in my arms and holding her still, I told her "Here… let me…"
She nodded her head in agreement, and lifted herself up a little bit so that I'd have room to move under — and in — her. My first considered action was to ease myself out of her until only the head of my erection was past the tightness of her opening, then slowly press myself into her, filling her in a single continuous thrust as she moaned her pleasure. After that, I quickly increased the tempo of my thrusts, so that I was moving in her more quickly than she'd been able to raise and lower herself. Her declaration of "Oh, god, yes, like that!" let me know that I was giving her the kind of pleasure she wanted from me.
It was an awkward position to be in, though, and it didn't take very long before I began to get tired, too. Rather than let her tire herself out again, I simply put my arms around her, and scooted forward — then got her firm ass moved to the coffee table in front of the couch. When she felt it under her, she released her hold on me, and I carefully helped her lay back on it. She wrapped her legs around my waist before telling me "Now fuck me, dammit!"
Ever the gentleman, I did as she commanded; I was soon pistoning my hard cock in and out of her tightness in a steady rhythm. With both of us more-or-less still, I reached out and got my hands on her tits again; as I gently squeezed them, and teased her nipples, Teresa's arousal increased dramatically.
We continued like that for a little longer, but it seemed like her desire had hit some kind of limit that she couldn't get past. Trying to see if I could do anything to help, I began trying different ways of moving my manhood in her; it turned out to be pretty quick and easy to find something that really worked for her — having me all but pound myself into her as I took the longest strokes I could was what she needed/wanted. It felt pretty damn good to me, too, so I just kept at it; sliding myself almost all the way out of her, then slamming myself back in with a fast, hard thrust soon had her breathless and rapidly closing in on an orgasm.
My cock had started to get the feeling that told me I wasn't far from my own release when Teresa suddenly started to cry out — only to have it choked off when her body practically convulsed with the start of her climax. Her vagina got extremely tight around me, and began a rapid clenching around my penis as I tried to keep fucking her; the feeling of her delightfully warm and wet sheath grabbing at my cock proved to be more than I could stand — barely managing to keep my own noise of pleasure down to a deep groan, I slammed myself into her one last time before my cock erupted. I could only hold myself still in her as the sensations generated by her clasping vagina prodded me into dumping what felt like pints of cum into her.
Our respective climaxes ended pretty close to the same time; spent, I leaned forward over her, supporting my weight with my elbows. I could feel the hard pebbles of Teresa's nipples shifting slightly against me as her chest heaved with the effort of getting her breath back — it was a pleasant sensation, but not one that I was in any condition to really enjoy, just then. Lowering my head, I did manage to give her a couple of soft kisses on one shoulder before I had to go back to trying to re-oxygenate my body. I'd nearly gotten myself back together again when I heard her mutter " Damn, that was good!" before she put her arms around me. When I was again breathing more-or-less normally, I raised my head far enough that I could put my lips to hers for a gentle, affectionate kiss before telling her "You know, I'm thinking now that maybe we missed out on something by not getting together like this sooner."
She released a soft laugh, and hugged me, before answering "I think you're right. But look at it this way — we probably wouldn't have enjoyed it quite this much back then, either."
Smiling, I replied "Well, there is that, I suppose."
For the next couple of minutes, we stayed where we were and exchanged several tender kisses.
When my cock finally shrank enough to slip out of her, she didn't say or do anything to indicate she wanted me to move — so I didn't. A few minutes passed before she finally told me "I'd stay here with you like this, oh, forever, if I could; but I'm starting to feel a little cold and sticky someplace I wasn't sure I'd ever get to use again. After we clean up a little — together, I hope! -
I'd like it if we spent the night together; either your bed or mine is fine with me."
I gave her another kiss before responding " Definitely together for cleaning up, and I think I'd like to maybe stress-test your bed before we go to sleep."
Grinning, she asked "Again? Feeling a little feisty, are you?"
I nuzzled her ear as I answered "Well, I do have plenty to motivate me to try, anyway…", causing her to scrunch her shoulder and laugh before she told me "Okay, Romeo, my bed it is.
Now, if you'll get off of me, we can go in and freshen up for next time."
I got to my feet, then watched as Teresa calmly cupped her hand at her crotch to keep my cum from running out and moved to stand next to me. Using her free hand to take mine, she led the way to her bedroom, where we shared a shower that was playful and intimate despite its brevity.
Once in her bed, we held each other and chatted until both of us were ready to have another go.
Taking out time to really enjoy each other, we had a languorous session of "69" before making love long enough for her to have a pair of orgasms before I emptied myself in her again.
Afterwards, we snuggled under the covers long enough that when we finally got around to cleaning up again, I was able to make love to her in the shower with her bent over in front of me.
After she'd had another climax, she pulled herself off of me, and dropped to her knees to finish me off, playfully declaring "After how long it took you to cum from just fucking me last time, we'll never get any sleep if I don't take care of you this way!"
I was very pleased when I learned that she knew a few things that she hadn't done to me before; it took less time than I'd have thought for her to have me emptying my balls in her warm (and talented!) mouth. She happily swallowed every drop of my cum before rising to her feet again so we could rinse each other off.
Back in her bed, she spooned in front of me as I held her breast in my hand, while she had her hand on my arm. At almost the same time, both of us released sighs of contentment — then laughed at the synchronicity. I don't think that either of us had any trouble falling asleep.
The next morning, all three of the girls were surprised and delighted when they saw me with Teresa as we left her bedroom. I teamed up with her in the kitchen, where we got breakfast ready despite almost constantly molesting each other along the way. After the girls had left for school, I called in sick for both of us, and we spent the rest of the day in her bedroom. We made love again a couple of times, but what we did most was just cuddle with each other, and talk, and nap a little. We were still there when the girls got home; when Teresa told them that they could join us if they wanted, all three quickly shed their school clothes so that they were as naked as we were. When we got hungry, I offered to spring for pizza; Donna volunteered to get "dressed" (a skirt and blouse, sans bra or panties or anything else) when it was delivered.
When I told Teresa that I wanted to spend a couple nights a week downstairs so that the girls would have a chance to spend the night with me, Teresa calmly reminded me of the need to maintain the communications we'd started by letting me know that I didn't have to do that — that she didn't have any problem with me staying with them in their rooms. Amusingly, it was the girls that had more trouble adjusting to the idea than I did; but it didn't take them long to accept that it was okay for one (or even two) of them to let me know to come to her room. Those nights weren't always (or even usually) about sex, any more than they nights they'd spent downstairs with me were. Sure, Karen would still want me to make love with her a few times a month, and Donna continued to ask me to have sex with her, too. Even Wendy was willing for the two of us to engage in mutually pleasuring each other orally a couple times a month. In between nights with one of the girls, I shared Teresa's bed; at her suggestion, I eventually agreed to move my clothes upstairs rather than have to go through the bother of traipsing downstairs to get dressed for work.
Not once did Teresa or any of the girls say anything to me about getting married again — but it didn't take long for me to realize that that was what I wanted. I casually and obliquely queried each of them about it, and soon learned that even though they'd all like it to happen, none of them thought it was anything that should or had to be done.
So when I took all of them out for dinner and a little bit of a night on the town, all four were surprised and delighted when I formally got to one knee, presented Teresa with an engagement ring, and asked her if she'd do me the honor of becoming my wife; she somehow managed to tell me "Yes!" through her tears of happiness. Then I surprised all three of the girls by giving each of them a ring, too, and telling them how much I loved them.
The wedding was a quiet, closed event for just me, Teresa, the girls, and Teresa's parents — who were nearly as delighted by the marriage as she was.
Up until the time that each of the girls left home to go to college, I continued to share their beds.
Donna elected to remain a virgin (or, at least, half a virgin) up until she got married, and I made sure she knew that I respected her and the choice she'd made. After she turned fifteen, Wendy decided that she was ready, and I was the one to deflower her at her request — made in front of her sisters and mother. For that special event, the night was spent in the privacy of my former apartment. Wendy didn't have any of the nervousness that Karen had had, and was as agreeable and eager as she could be. It was marginally more trouble dealing with her maidenhead, but we got it taken care of without causing her any pain; after that, she was easily as willing and enthusiastic as Karen.
Even after all of them had gone out on their own, so that it was just me and Teresa, I was happy — not just from the incredible sex, but with the company I had. Teresa's personality and temperament were virtually a mirror image of what Judy's had been, and I was always happy with the decision to have her as my wife.