Weekend Getaway

She lifted her hips one more time and came down on me hard and strong.

I felt her pussy flood with warmth. Katie cried out, but her eyes never left mine.

"I'm cumming!" she moaned.

All I could do was grunt and meet her thrust. We held it for just a second, both of us on the edge of our orgasms. Then I felt my balls contract in Leah's hand.

"Cum in me!" Katie shouted. I tried in vain to hold it for just a fraction of a second longer, but I couldn't.

"I'm cumming!" The room started to spin.

Leaning over, Katie kissed me hard and deep as my cock began to pulse. As the blood pumped through my veins, I almost didn't hear her next words.

"Cum in me," she whispered in my ear, ecstasy in her voice. "Cum all over me . . . Give me a baby!"

Through the haze, it took me a second to realise what she had just said. I arched my back as cum poured out of my cock and into Katie's womb.

"That's it," Melinda's lips were on my neck. Her breath was cool in my ear. "Cum for us. Cum inside her. We're going to spend all weekend making babies . . . just like this."

Katie collapsed into my arms and Leah cuddled up to us. I wheezed for breath, partly from our recent exertions, and partly from the confusion of what the girls had just sprung on me.

It took a few moments for the tunnel vision to pass. I held Katie in my limp grasp. My cock twitched inside her. She lifted up enough to straighten out her legs so they wouldn't cramp up, but there was no way she was going to let me out of her.

I kissed her gently and then turned and looked bewilderedly at Melinda. She smiled knowingly at me. A part of me felt like I had been ambushed. The notion of me fathering children with Leah and/or Katie had come up in the past but none of us really wanted that. At least that's what they told me.

For Melinda and I, Kaylee and Bryan were something special we had that was just between us. Katie and Leah also wanted children of their own so they adopted. Once it was all said and done, though, we loved all four of the kids as if they were our very own and I didn't think of Gwen and Gabi as "theirs", nor do I consider Kaylee and Bryan "ours".

There were also the financial and emotional considerations of having more children in our home. Did we have the energy to raise more kids? Having enough love to go around was never the issue. Nor was money. Combined, the three girls all made enough for us to live comfortably, especially considering that our house was paid off and our retirements are secured after our dalliances in stocks and real estate from five or six years ago.

But it seemed like our schedules pulled us all in different directions. Could we handle more children? I didn't know the answer to all of the questions that began swimming in my mind. What I did know is that no matter what happened, I was still going to love the three girls I was with more than anything.

This subject hadn't been raised in three or four years and for me to find out that the girls had changed their minds like this was a little shocking.

At the same time, if there were anyone else out there I would want to make babies with, it's Katie and Leah. Those two girls mean the world to me. Melinda, too.

My wife held my gaze for just a moment then she nodded and gave me a reassuring smile. The look in her eyes promised that we'd talk good and long about this later.

The four of us held each other for a long time in silence. Katie and I were trying to catch our breaths. Leah and Melinda cradled us in their arms.

We lay like that for a long time. I was still inside Katie. Melinda and Leah ran their fingertips over our bodies.

"Thank you," Katie kissed both Melinda and me, but I couldn't tell which of us she was talking to.

I held her in my arms as Leah snuggled up to us, all the while leaning back into Melinda's warm embrace.

"Are you guys going to tell me what that was about?" I said finally.

The girls all shared a look. An awkward silence fell over the room. I think they were afraid I would be angry.

"We want babies," Leah said after a few moments.

"We've got babies," I reminded them. "Gwen, Gabi and Bryan are all under three."

Leah started to say something else, but stopped, as if searching for just the right thing to say.

"We love our kids," Katie said. "We love your kids. But we wanted some kids that were ours. As in the four of us. I know you think of Gwen and Gabi as your children . . . we love Kaylee and Bryan as if they were ours . . . but we wanted a baby that all four of us made . . . together."

"So I'm knocking you up to make a baby for all of us?" My reply was more flippant than I intended.

"Actually," Melinda paused for a moment. Leah snickered. Katie just grinned. "You're going to knock all of us up this weekend. . . . We're shooting for three babies."

I tried to find the words but couldn't. Very few things shock me. But that left me speechless.

"We've been talking about this for a while." Melinda saw that I was having a difficult time processing what was going on. "We decided that now was as good a time as any for all of us. We're young, money isn't really an issue . . . we all love kids . . ."

Her voice trailed off.

"But seven?" I asked bewilderedly. "Are we ready for seven kids?"

"There's no guarantee that we'll call catch," Katie replied. "How long were you and Melinda trying before she got pregnant with Kaylee?"

"First cycle," Melinda giggled.

"Oops, bad example." Even though she blushed, Katie was already well aware that Melinda and I didn't have any problems with her getting pregnant. Fertility was never an issue for us.

"If this is something you don't want, we'll go right back on the pill," Leah said, her voice serious.

"No," I said. "No . . . not at all. I just . . . I just don't want us to be so consumed with the kids that we forget about us. Like this weekend . . . when was the last time all four of us got away for more than a night or two? It was before Kaylee was born. I worry about us sometimes."

The three girls fell silent. I let that sink in for a second.

"If we have more babies," I continued. "Loving them won't be the issue. There is more than enough love in our house to go around, but what about time? And energy? I can barely keep up with the three young ones as it is. If you all get pregnant in the next couple of months, there will be six kids under the age of four in the house. I'm going to need help."

"I can take a sabbatical," Melinda said.

"I've got plenty of time off," Katie volunteered.

"It's not just a little bit of time." I hated to rain on the girls's parade, but someone had to inject a little bit of reason into this discussion. "I'm going to need someone else home all the time. At least for a couple of years until the twins and B start school. I can't do it all by myself."

I paused again.

"Maybe I could see if the Patterson girl from up the street wants to help babysit," I said with a teasing tone to my voice, then braced myself to be playfully punched and pinched. "She's cute and I'm sure she'd love to hang out around the house with lonely old me."

" 'Old' you is right," Melinda rolled her eyes.

Sure enough, I was assailed by all three. The bed was soon consumed with giggling and shouting and tickling.

"A nineteen year old girl would kill you," Katie said, settling into my arms again.

"Three twenty-nine year old girls are already killing me," I retorted.

"You just remember that, mister," Melinda pinched me once more for good measure. "As if you don't get enough pussy already . . ."

"I think you get just as much pussy as I do," I told her before the serious tone returned to my voice. "I love you. All of you. I want whatever makes you happy. And if it's having a football team's worth of babies, that's what I want."

"We'll have a lot of time to work through the details," Melinda said, always one to take charge and offer a level-headed solution. "Each of us has plenty of time off to burn and if we have to, one of us can go on a leave of absence. With the house and three cars paid off, it's not like one of us couldn't quit our jobs, too. We can do just fine on any two of our paychecks for a long time."

"I know." I looked each of the girls in the eyes. My love for them was reflected back at me. "I just don't want to get in over our heads."

"We won't," Leah's voice was reassuring. "Besides, we're all in this together. And that's what's going to make it work."

I leaned over and gave her a kiss, then turned and did the same to Melinda. Katie lifted her head enough to get hers, too.

My hands reached around to squeeze Katie's full, perfect ass.

"Who's next," I asked playfully.

"It's still my birthday," Katie jumped in there before either of the other two could respond.

"Then get ready to get fucked." She gave out a surprised yelp as I rolled her over on her back.

I was still inside her. I began pumping and my semi-flaccid cock came back to life, slowly at first, but I soon picked up a good head of steam. A slightly jealous look flashed across both Leah and Melinda's eyes, but it passed as all three of us attacked the birthday girl.

"Yes, fuck me!"

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The body in the bed next to me stirred. I turned my head and slowly opened my eyes. Katie was in the crook of one arm, her head resting on my shoulder. Leah was spooned up behind her.

Melinda's head lay on my other shoulder. Her hand ran absently up and down my body. She had probably been up for some time. I looked in her beautiful eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

Ever so gently, I lifted Katie's head and set her down on the pillow. I rolled over on my side and into my wife's waiting arms. We were all still naked.

My hands went instantly to her perfect breasts. We kissed tenderly. My lips worked their way down her neck. Mr. Happy was up and ready to go.

I rolled Melinda on to her back, but she stopped me.

"Not yet," she said softly and motioned in the direction of the other two girls.

The first rays of morning were just coming through the bedroom window. Of all the time in the day, this is my favourite time to make love. Everything is so peaceful. So serene.

And the kids are usually still asleep.

Melinda pulled the covers back, exposing both of our lovers. Katie stirred and Leah rolled over on her back.

We slipped out of the bed. I went to the other side of Leah's limp body while Melinda climbed in between her legs.

I gave both girls a good morning kiss. Leah let out a sleepy moan and then started snoring softly. Katie blinked the sleep out of her eyes. She saw what we were up to and smiled wickedly.

Once again, I kissed Leah, who might be the only person in the world who can sleep through three people molesting her. She mumbled something in her sleep, but managed a dreamy smile.

Melinda had Leah's legs spread and was covering the inside of her thighs with soft kisses. Katie turned Leah's head to the side and began whispering in her ear. All the while, I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, which were responding even if the rest of Leah wasn't.

I looked down to see Melinda taking Leah's pussy in her mouth. Leah moaned in her sleep. Her breaths came in shorter spurts.

"Sweetie," Katie cooed. "It's your turn."

Leah said something incoherent. Katie looked up at me and shrugged. "I guess you're going to have to wake her."

"She doesn't have to be awake to make a baby," I said with a snort. "Is she ready for me?"

"Oh, yes," Melinda said. She swapped places with me, but not before I got a sweet-tasting kiss.

I rubbed the head of my cock over Leah's clit, which was covered in her juice thanks to Melinda. Her mouth fell open and she inhaled sharply. Her eyes were still closed.

Katie and Melinda were on each side of our lover. I pushed my cock lower, right in to the soft folds of Leah's pussy.

When I entered her, Leah's eyes fluttered open. She gasped. Part surprise. Part pleasure.

She looked up at me and then to each side. I pushed until I was all the way inside her.

"This is a good way to wake up," she said softly. We each gave her a kiss. She tasted like Melinda.

Katie kissed her while the third girl in the bed began to play with her breasts. I pulled out and then pushed forward again.

With practised ease, we made love gently. As she shook the sleep off, Leah engaged each of us. When our mouths weren't on hers (or each other's), they were suckling on her nipples or biting tenderly on her ears and neck.

Leah's hands roamed our bodies. Katie reached around and cupped my ass, then reached lower to play with my balls.

Each time I bottomed out, Leah let out a soft moan. Making love with the girls is a very sensual experience.

Besides the usual touch sensations, they are all very aural and don't have any inhibitions about voicing their pleasures and desires. And they all smell wonderful, whether it's the sweetness of arousal or the pungency of perspiration.

"That's it, sweetie," Melinda stuck her tongue in Leah's ear. "Take all of that cock . . . Feel him deep inside that tight little cunt of yours . . . Do you want another baby?"

"Yes," Leah moaned.

"Like Katie?"

"Yes," the response was a little louder this time.

"I can feel it," Katie said, rubbing her body against us. "I know we made a baby last night . . . Like we're doing right now . . . The four of us are going to have some more children."

Picking up my rhythm, I pumped harder, trying to rub her clit with the top of my cock. I varied my tempo. Fast and hard, then slow and deep.

Leah's eyes rolled back into her head when—without warning—I slammed into her, just as the other girls bit down on her nipples.

She let out an ear-piercing scream when I did it again. And again.

And again.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned. Leah managed to open her eyes as I continued to drive into her, but she didn't turn to me. She lifted Melinda's mouth off her breast. "I want your baby."

Then she turned to Katie. "And yours."

Pulling me to her, she gave me a deep kiss. "And yours."

Her hips met my vigorous thrusts. The four of us were intertwined. We were a jumble of hands and mouths and legs and breasts writhing around on the bed.

I felt one hand between Leah and me, rubbing on her clit. At the same time, someone else's hand reached behind me and worked a finger into my ass. I let out a cry of pure bliss.

The sensations of physical pleasure were nothing compared to being close to the three people in this world I loved more than anyone else. My lovers. My soulmates. Without any distractions, we were there for each other. All we desired was to give each other pleasure.

That we were creating life only made our love feel that much more special. I lost track of time as we made love.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. Leah arched her back. She started to cry out, but Melinda's mouth was over hers and anything she had to say was nothing more than an incoherent scream.

But I knew what it meant. And so did Katie.

"Cum in her," the redhead implored me. The finger in my ass pressed harder, catching my prostate in the spot that drives me absolutely nuts. "Cum all over that pussy . . . Give us her baby."

That was all I needed to hear. I gave a great groan as I started to cum. I counted twelve pulses of my cock and then everything went black.

When I came to, I lay in Leah's arms. Melinda was curled up on one side, Katie on the other. We were all covered in sweat.

Leah's legs were spread wide and I was all the way inside her. Her sex felt soft and warm and full. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing.

It was a long time before any of us moved, and even longer before anyone spoke.

Worried that I was smothering Leah, I rolled to the side and into Katie's arms. Melinda lifted Leah's hips and slid a pillow under her so her pussy was elevated and my cum wouldn't leak out of her.

(I don't know if that really works, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.)

Then we held each other. Leah drifted off after a few minutes, a contented smile on her lips, a lover on each side and millions of sperm swimming around inside her, looking for an egg to fertilise.

I fell asleep a little while later, sandwiched between Katie and Leah with Melinda's comforting touch always close, wondering why we hadn't done this years ago.

When I woke up, I checked the clock and saw that I had been asleep for about an hour. The girls had all fallen asleep. Even Melinda was snoring softly.

Trying not to wake anyone, I untangled myself from the press of bodies and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve the pressure on my bladder.

My business done, I went back to the bedroom and saw Melinda stretching lazily. She turned her head and smiled at me.

The sun was up and for Melinda this was late. I started to crawl back in to bed with her, but she sat up. After taking her turn in the bathroom, she motioned towards the door.

We put on a pair of soft, warm bathrobes to ward of the chill then went into the main room. I threw a couple of logs on the embers in the fireplace and prodded them until I saw flames. Melinda sat on the couch. I took her in my arms.

"I love you," I said, kissing her gently.

"And I love you," she replied.

"Even if I'm making babies with other women?" I asked. There was a slightly teasing tone in my voice, but the question was serious.

"Of course," she pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. "That was my idea."

Those words were certainly a surprise to me.

"I thought . . . you wanted Kaylee and Bryan to be special for us," I stammered.

"They are special," Melinda replied. "But they're not just for us. They're Leah and Katie's, too. Just as Gwen and Gabi are ours."

She paused for a moment.

"Ten years ago, I wouldn't have done this," she said finally. "Even five years or two years ago, I didn't want Katie or Leah to have your baby."

"So what changed?"

Melinda took a deep breath. All this was new to me. Right after Kaylee was born, Leah and Katie started wanting to have children. I guess that was to be expected. We were all in our mid- to late-20s and we were doing well enough financially to support children. Their biological clocks were ticking.

They talked about adopting because they wanted something that was "theirs". We had always thought of ourselves as two couples . . . who swapped. Often. Sometimes every night.

It wasn't an "us" versus "them" situation, but the other two talked about how they wanted something that was just between the two of them. Hence adopting children. Melinda and I also talked about having some identity as a couple, and siring children with the other girls would have meant sharing something that was just for us.

"A part of me has always been jealous of you and Leah." I could tell it was difficult for her to admit that. "She's known you since you were eleven and still had that silly bowl haircut. I'm still finding things out about you two. I wish I had been there with you for karate tournaments and band practice and youth group. I know there are parts of you that she got to first and I know there is a place in your heart that will always be hers."

"But you know I'm yours," I said. "I always will be."

"I know," she replied. "I like that I had you first. I like that you and I have memories without her and without Katie . . . But I also like how happy you make them. . . I like how happy they make me. Everyone thinks you're getting the better deal with a harem of three girls, but I love them, too."

My arms wrapped around my wife and she snuggled close to me.

"I have also been jealous of Katie," Melinda continued in a soft voice. "She's so damn cute. Guys stare at her ass all the time . . . she's funny . . . and her tits won't ever sag down to her waist like mine did . . . I see the way you two are together. You're playful and like little kids together . . . You and I . . . sometimes . . . sometimes I feel like I'm the mother of us all and I wish I could trade that in to be the baby of the group."