Jeff walked out of the gun shop in Denver and headed toward the Escalade. The vehicle was wall to wall with pretty females in animated conversation. As he opened the driver's door, he could smell expensive perfume and just a trace of good clean female. Sliding under the wheel, he got a peck on the lips from Diana. "How did it go?" she questioned.
"It was as much different with these people as daylight and dark," he remarked while shifting into drive and pulling out. "He said he wouldn't charge me if I picked the guns up within a week or so. Then said he would sell any guns on consignment that I wanted to leave with him for a ten percent commission. He's either the biggest liar around, or he's decided that honesty and a little profit on every deal will make him a lot more money than a lot of money on a few deals. Judging from the number of cops in the place, he's straight. I've already called Brooks on the cell phone and given him the name and address of the store. He said he would ship my guns out within a couple of days. This guy is supposed to call me when they get here."
They stopped to eat an hour or so later, leaving the waiter in shock as the harem, as Diana called them, teased and vied for Jeff's attention. Laughing and having a ball, they headed for the mountain.
As soon as the Escalade came to a halt, doors popped open, and there was a mad dash for the house by all four girls. Jeff saw Diana and Laura look at each other and smirk. He knew something was up — had known it all day — but he didn't have a clue what it was.
Diana and Laura each grabbed an arm, tucked it around them, and making sure he had titties pressed against his side, they all headed for the door together. "You two keep doing that, and we're going to end up in the bedroom."
The women looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Oh, you're going to have plenty to do tonight, Big Boy," Laura said. "When we get inside, we'll fix you up with a big homemade milkshake that I read about, with plenty of eggs and other goodies. You're going to need all your strength, and about a gallon of the good stuff from that sperm factory of yours."
Jeff wasn't sure he was up to their expectations, but he was fairly certain that even if he failed, he was going to enjoy himself.
As soon as they were in the kitchen, Laura and Diana shed their blouses and bras. Jeff sat at the table while Laura put out the ingredients for his milkshake. Diana pulled the table back a bit and straddled his lap. Her long, full breasts bobbed and swayed as she adjusted herself. Holding a gorgeous breast in her left hand, she poked him in the eye with her nipple. "Suck, Big Boy, they're so full of milk they're about to pop. By the time you relieve the pressure, your shake will be ready."
Since she seemed so anxious for him to suck her breasts, Jeff took his time. After licking her breast around the swollen nipple until she was moaning in frustration, he finally licked slowly across the nipple itself. But that wasn't what she wanted. Diana tried to push the nipple into his mouth, but he wouldn't clamp down on it or suck it, instead kept licking, barely touching it. Even so, he began to taste woman milk as drops of the translucent fluid formed on her nipple.
Without warning he sucked hard, pulling back on the nipple trying to get as much of her milk as he could. Diana caught her breath, whimpered and came. The orgasm lasted for much longer than usual, leaving her swaying — almost out. While she was still coming, and for a while after, he sucked her milk in earnest.
After the blender started up, Laura pushed a titty between them, taking Jeff's head in her hands. Diana leaned back as Laura guided one of her nipples to Jeff's mouth. "I don't give milk like my sister here does, but I think I like my nipples sucked about as much."
Laura proved it a couple of minutes later, when she squealed, grabbed Jeff's head, then after a moment, slumped against him. Later, she pushed herself away and wobbling a bit, said, "Hang on, you two. Don't get too involved, all I have to do is put in the ice cream and flip the blender on for a second or two for the shake to be ready."
Diana kissed and caressed him for a few minutes until Laura set a giant chocolate shake in front of him. It had the biggest straw he had ever seen sticking out of it. "Where in the world did you get that straw," Jeff laughed, taking a sip of the shake.
"We can't give all our secrets away," Laura quipped.
The taste was odd. Basic chocolate, except — cinnamon, maybe nutmeg, maybe ginseng and others. He suspected a lot of others. He wasn't sure if he liked the taste or not. It was a very strong blend of tastes and smells. He had, at first, thought that Laura was kidding — maybe she might put a few eggs into the milkshake, or something, but she had obviously doctored the shake liberally with many things. What in the crap are they trying to do? Are they all going to try to fuck me tonight? I'm not even sure that I can put all of this thing away. It's just as likely to come back up, even if I do manage to drink all of it.
He did manage, but it took him twenty minutes. Wearily he got to his feet. "My belly is so full it almost hurts. I'm going into the living room and take a nap on the recliner," Jeff said, trying not to yawn.
Laura followed him into the hallway and steered him toward the bedroom. "Why don't you just lie on the bed? We'll come get you when we're ready," she said, mysteriously.
Laura met Diana in Laura's apartment a few minutes later. Looking at Diana, Laura said, worriedly, "I sure hope I didn't mess up by making him drink all of that shake. Instead of perking him up, it looks like it knocked him out. Melissa is going to be pissed at me if we can't get him awake."
Diana smiled at her as she lit one of the 120's. "Oh, quit worrying. That's just the man in him. His belly is full. As soon as that shake digests a bit, he'll be raring to go." Glancing at her watch, she continued, "I just talked with the caterer. They're on the way. Everything will be ready by eight. We need to get him up by about twenty of. I want to make it as much like the last time as possible. I'll get him up, showered, shaved, and dressed, then Arlene will take over. You weren't here the last time, so we've got one more to help..."
Jeff woke with the taste of woman milk and the delightful feel of a nipple in his mouth. Opening his eyes, he met the dancing eyes of his wife. She pulled the nipple out of his mouth and kissed him hard? "Get up and get a shower, Lover; put a razor on that sandpaper face, we've got things to do."
Knowing the look, he only grumbled a little as he struggled to his feet, still half asleep. There wasn't any use in arguing when she got that look on her face, besides she pulled the nipple out of his mouth before she orgasmed. Definitely, something serious was going on. Surely, they don't expect me to fuck everybody tonight. That nap wasn't all the sleep I wanted. Damn, when did my dick get hard? I guess I must have realized her titty was in my mouth while I was asleep. He stood in the bathroom for several minutes, but his dick wouldn't go down enough to piss. Disgusted, he stepped into the shower. Just before he finished, the water suddenly went cold — an beyond, it seemed — the water felt like it had run through an ice storm on the way to the shower head. Cursing, he practically ejected from the shower.
How could the shower suddenly go cold? Flushing the commode or someone else turning on hot water had never made one bit of difference in water temperature in the shower. Not in this house. If the water heater ran out of hot water, the temperature should gradually go down — not that it ever has. Somebody turned a fucking valve somewhere.
By the time he had the temperature problem figured out, and his bladder relieved, Diana called to him. As he stepped out of the bathroom into the vanity area to ask her about her little joke that had almost given him a heart attack, he met her holding his suit.
"Wide awake now?" she asked, too sweetly. She turned and walked into the bedroom, placing the suit carefully on the bed next to his underclothes. Noting the dress and heels, things began to dawn on him.
"It's Melissa's night. She won the toss," she said, even as Diana knelt in front of him. Kissing the head of his dick and sucking it lightly, she reluctantly released it and stood. This time, with a twinkle in her eye, though there was a sparkle of tears as well, she said, her voice breaking, "Make me proud." Turning, she pushed her shoulders back and strutted out of the room.
Oh, shit. They're taking this seriously. I thought Ann's was like a wedding. Like didn't have anything to do with it. Suddenly his hands were shaking so badly he could hardly get his shorts on. As he was finishing dressing, Arlene walked in. Dressed identically to her mother, and like the other time, she was wearing a black dress that left little to the imagination.
She stopped and looked at her dad, then came over and kissed him. Pulling his hand into the front of her dress, she pressed her breast against him.
Remembering his lines just in time, as he caressed her breast, he said, "Fuck her brains out, right?"
Arlene giggled. And as before, "Make her walk funny, Dad."
Taking his arm, they walked out of the bedroom. As they made the last turn, Jeff saw Melissa standing at the end of the hallway wearing a white dress that was the mate of the one that Ann had worn. Don't bawl now you idiot,he admonished himself. You're just a little while from gaining another wife.It suddenly dawned on him that he might have several more weddings to go. He didn't notice the tears trickling down his face as he approached her. All he could think of was how lucky he was to have this many beautiful, adorable women that seemed to be in love with him.
He held his arm out to her, and a moment later they stepped into the dining room.
Everything was as nearly the same as the women could make it. Melissa, of course, didn't serve the wine this time. It was Jennie serving it to Melissa. But Jennie did it with finesse.
Later, he picked Melissa up to carry her over the threshold of the rear suite, but this time, he turned toward Diana, along with the other women at the other end of the hall. He winked, hoping Diana could tell at that distance, then turned and proudly carried his trembling bride over the threshold.
As Jeff sat her on the couch, he asked, "Hey, Sweetheart, why so uptight? I only bite a little bit."
There was a sparkle of tears in her eyes that wrenched at his heart. Ann wasn't this upset. Why is Melissa so shook? Sitting beside her, he pulled her to him and hugged her to his chest. Even through his concern for her, he was aware of her soft breasts pushing against him.
He gently kissed her, then touched his lips to each eye in turn, kissing away the mounting tears. She tucked her head back against his chest and hugged him. "Oh, Jeff. I ... I just feel like I shouldn't be here. I mean ... your wife is so beautiful, and so sexy. I looked in the mirror after I got dressed, and I just don't have it. My breasts aren't as big as hers are. My hair isn't long and beautiful like hers. My face isn't nearly as pretty as hers..."
Something finally snapped in Jeff. All the tension, all the buildup, knowing he certainly didn't deserve even one of these beautiful women, let alone this girl hugging him so fiercely, finally came out — came out in belly laughs.
"Oh, you precious, sweet woman," he gasped when he could. "I love you so much. It's me that is scared so badly that I could hardly walk down that hallway." He kissed her pouting mouth, sucking her mouth as the girls seemed to like to do, trying to become one with her soul.
When they broke the kiss, she looked at him and shyly said, "I'm sorry that I'm not a virgin for you. You know that I've been having sex with my dad for a couple of years. I wish I had waited for you..."
"Hush," he admonished, lightly touching his fingertips to her lips. "Virgins scare me to death. And if you change that part of your background, then chances are you wouldn't be here with me now. Never, ever, worry about that again."
She sighed, and hugged him. Her shaking had stopped, and as they snuggled, he asked, "Want a little more wine?" motioning to the iced wine in the bucket.
"I don't want wine," she whispered. "I can have wine anytime. I want you to carry me into that bedroom and fuck my brains out. I'm scared to death that thing between your legs will split me in half, but it's going to go in me one way or the other."
Jeff picked her up, walked into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. Laughing at the startled look on her face, watching as her left breast popped out of the plunging neckline, he slipped his coat off and tossed it on a chair.
Melissa started to sit up to take her clothes off, but Jeff wagged a finger at her. "I'll do that in a bit. Just lie back and relax. We have all night. Breakfast is at eight." And if there is any way I can, this is going to be the best night you have ever had, Little Lady. Besides, Diana told me to make her proud, and ... Arlene said to make you walk funny.
Since he had done the absolute best he could with Ann, he started out with the same method, if it could be called that. Her breasts weren't quite as large as Ann's, but they were perfectly shaped, and every bit as beautiful. He kissed around them, pulling the dress open a little more, but refused to kiss or suckle her, building her desire.
After kissing down her body and legs, he pushed the hem of the expensive dress up as he progressed up her thighs. She didn't come as quickly as Ann had. As his mouth touched her center, she softly moaned, and tensed but wasn't quite ready. He had to work at it for several minutes until she suddenly seemed to explode, raising her ass high off the bed and clamping her knees hard against his head. She shivered and bucked far longer than he expected, however. Breathing hard, she released his head and collapsed back onto the bed. She didn't faint, but she couldn't talk. She hadn't screamed, as Ann had, either, only whimpered as she came, but the perspiration pouring from her face, and the strangled efforts to talk as she tried to reach for him were a compliment in their own right.
"Cock ... Put your cock in ... Do me. Make me yours forever," she choked out, pulling at his shoulders. She was so frantic that he was afraid to not fuck her. He slid up her body. Aimed his cock at her wet pussy, and shoved in a few inches until his dick wouldn't go in any farther. Ah, shit. She's tight.
"Push dammit," she hissed in his ear. "Push it in."
He pulled back and pushed again, then again. On the fourth try, something seemed to give and he slid in until he bumped her cervix. She made unintelligible sounds in her throat, wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and hissed, "Fuck me. Pump your sperm into me. Don't worry about making me come; just come in me."
Jeff tried. Damn, she's hanging onto me so tight that I can't get a rhythm going.
She was trying to fuck back at him, but she was clinging so firmly to him, that it was hampering both of them. She tried to kiss him, but she was breathing too hard to lock her mouth on his. Her enthusiasm, and raging desire to have his sperm inside her, not to say anything about her tight pussy, won out in the end.
Jeff felt his orgasm start, seeming to bubble up from his balls until it finally enveloped him. His dick grew harder still, jerking like it had a life of its own.
She felt his cock, and screamed, "Yes," loudly hissing the word as her body locked around him. Her pussy clamped down and convulsed as his sperm sprayed into her womb and pussy, startling him with the pressure.
Her legs clasped tighter than he would ever have dreamed she had the strength to do, forcing her cervix so hard against the head of his dick that he was afraid she was going to seriously injure herself.
His dick jerked repeatedly. She gurgled something and went limp, her legs and arms falling away from him. She scared him so badly that he almost pulled out. It was probably five seconds — five long seconds to Jeff — before she gasped, shuddered and breathed, if not regularly, at least deeply.
He maintained his weight on his forearms, putting just enough weight on her body to let her know he was still there — if she could feel him at all. Of course, her pussy seemed to know he was still there. It continued to occasionally spasm, gripping him tightly, for several minutes as aftershocks flowed through her.
Easing himself out of her and stumbling to the bathroom, he quickly wet a washcloth, picking up a dry one, and a towel as well. By the time he got back, there was a puddle of come on the spread, but he quickly put the dry washcloth between her legs to catch the gush of sperm that was now flowing. That looks sexy coming out of her. Especially knowing it's my sperm coming out of this beautiful girl.
After she still didn't come round, he wiped her pussy as best he could, tossing the come-wet cloth in the General direction of the vanity. He gently wiped her swollen nether lips with the wet cloth, then dried her as gently as he could. Her lips were no longer standing open, but were again tight together, althought they were swollen and now a deep rose color. There was only a faint white wetness showing where the lips had closed. He wondered how much come was left inside her, but figured there was still a considerable amount there. It was almost as if her pussy wanted to keep his sperm.
Fifteen minutes later, she was still out and he couldn't rouse her. He had washed her face and body with a cool, wet cloth, had shook her, all to no avail.
Picking up the phone, he punched the intercom button, then dialed their living room. When Arlene answered, he asked for Diana. "What's wrong Dad?" she quickly asked, knowing that he would never call tonight unless something was wrong.
"Melissa fainted and won't wake up. Put your mother on."
The phone went "clunk," and he could hear voices in the background. Shortly Diana said, "Jeff?"
"Diana. We made love and she fainted. It's been at least fifteen minutes, maybe more, and I can't wake her up. I've bathed her with a wet cloth. I've shaken her. But she won't wake up."
"Is she bleeding from her vagina?"
"Well, no. I mean I cleaned her up, and the only thing that came out was, uh, come."
There was a babble of voices in the background. Jeff could hear a sound as Diana put her hand over the mouth piece, but could still hear her telling them that everything was all right, that Jeff had just fucked Melissa unconscious, and he was worried about her. There was giggling in the background and laughter in Diana's voice as she uncovered the phone and said to him, "I'll be there in a minute, Baby. Don't worry about her, she's fine." The phone went dead as Diana hung up.
A few minutes later, Diana walked into the bedroom as Jeff continued to bathe Melissa's face. Kissing her husband lightly on the cheek, Diana sat on the bed beside Melissa and put her hand on the girl's forehead.
"Tell me about it."
Jeff shrugged. "She was frantic. Clung to me like you wouldn't believe. Then when I came, she made some strange noises, then just collapsed."
Sliding down a little, Diana pulled the hem of the wedding dress a little higher, noticed the swollen pussy lips and remarked, "She's going to be sore tomorrow." Gently pushing the lips open with her fingers produced another gush of come, but there was obviously no blood.
"What are we going to do?" Jeff asked, his face flushed.
"We aren't going to do anything. You, on the other hand, are going to lie down and take your new wife in your arms so that when she wakes up she will know that everything is just fine."
Jeff didn't know what else to do, so he did what his wife said. As he gathered Melissa in his arms, Diana took her pulse. "I'll stay with you two until she wakes. But her pulse is as steady as it can be, and strong.
"If you think about it," she continued lying down beside them, "the last few days have been very, very traumatic for her. She's away from her dad and mother now. And in her mind, and in mine, she has just become a new wife of the most important person in her world."
Jeff cleared his throat, wondering if he had just made a fool of himself, "Diana, she wanted me to come in her, frantically wanted it. I've never seen anyone act like that. It kind of scared me, she wanted it so badly."
"Baby," Diana answered, tentatively, "there is something going on that I certainly don't know much about, and I really don't know if you do or not. I can personally verify that I have changed. I'm beginning to wonder if all of it was just to make up for fucking Jack like a slut. Years ago, I would suck you off, but I was tempted many times to spit your come out. Now the idea of spitting your come out is almost repugnant to me. I want you to come in me, anywhere. And, yes, I know that many women like to have their men come in them, but I think that this has grown beyond that. It certainly seems to have done so for this young lady," she said, grinning a little.
Diana got up and left for a minute. When she came back, she had a glass of wine. She sat back on the bed and shared the wine with her husband. A few minutes later, Melissa shivered a little and opened her eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed Jeff and seemed to try to burrow into him.
Diana smiled, tipped the glass to Jeff, and walked out, shoulders back, strutting for him.
Jeff glanced down at the swollen pussy lips of his new wife as she shrugged out of her dress and hose. Struggling he managed to pull the sheet over them. Reaching over, he flipped the light out. She was going to have a hard enough time tomorrow. He sure wasn't going to add to her misery, no matter how hard his dick was.
"Turn toward me, she murmured." When he did so, she pressed her breasts against his chest, reached down and pulled his now raging hard-on between her legs, and sighing, was asleep in seconds.
Jeff wasn't all that comfortable, but he was not going to disturb Melissa. Her breath on his neck, her hard nipples against his chest, not to say anything about her soft breasts pressing against him, was not doing a thing toward softening his dick. He thought about going to the bathroom and jerking off, but getting up would probably wake Melissa. In the end, he finally slept.
The alarm went off at seven and they played in the shower for a while. He sucked her nipples, then gently kissed her pussy while the water poured down his back. She shuddered out an orgasm, but it wasn't a big one.
"My turn," she almost hissed, as she dropped to her knees and began sucking, one hand working on the bottom of his shaft while the other teased his balls. Soon she was swallowing. After he was completely drained, she stood up and hugged him hard.
Pulling his face down to hers, she kissed him, first hard, then tenderly. "I had a beautiful wedding night," she whispered. "I'll always remember it."
She was so intense that Jeff found it hard to say anything. Finally, "My wedding night was just as wonderful, Sweetheart, and I too, will always remember it."
Well, judging by the tears and the strength of the hug, I must have said the right thing.
They walked into the kitchen right on time. Jeff didn't have the foggiest notion what to say as everyone looked at them.
Melissa looked at everyone for a moment, then proudly said, "I'm full of come."
Jeff expected everybody to start laughing, but it didn't happen. Instead, Diana got up, grabbed Melissa and hugged her. "Let's get you in the hot tub. Are you hurting?"
"No, I'm swollen pretty badly, and I'm sore, but I don't hurt."
Diana started issuing orders. "Jennie, get her some coffee and something to eat, please. Just fix her a tray with a little of everything. Arlene, go get the pussy cream. Ann, come on and go with us to help me get her into the tub."
In a few seconds everyone was gone. Laura laughed at the expression on Jeff's face. "Sit down, My Love. It's my job to see after you." Eying his crotch as he walked over to the table, she continued, "Looks like she took care of you this morning. You don't have a hard-on."
"Yeah," Jeff said, somehow a bit sheepish despite himself, "she gave me a blowjob in the shower."
"Good," Laura said almost absently, "that's what she is supposed to do. She's supposed to take care of her husband."
They have really gotten into this husband routine.
Almost as if she could read his thoughts, Laura said, "All of us women had a meeting. We are dead serious about your being our husband in every sense of the word. And your wife originated the idea. Mr. Alpha Male, you will have ceremonies with each of us, just as you have with Ann and Melissa, until you have married each one. Thus has spoken the boss wife — Diana."
Jeff just looked at her. He thought his mouth was hanging open, desperately hoped it wasn't, but could not seem to get his mind in gear.
After a minute, he got out, "I guess I need to check on Melissa."
"You need to sit and eat. This is female business now. She'll be sitting in that tub reciting every word you said, and telling exactly how you made love to her. I only regret that I'm missing it. I sure would have liked to have been here when Ann came back from being with you the first time," she wistfully said. "She was so proud when she called me. But Melissa will tell me everything later today. She would be upset if you went out there and started making over her."
Pouring his first cup of coffee, she set the pot on the table, plopped down in his lap and kissed him. "From what Diana said last night, you really filled Melissa up. Maybe I need to patent that shake recipe. From her description, you might have come even more than you did before."
"Well, I had a hard-on all night. I couldn't fuck her because ... well, you know. And the thing wouldn't go down. Of course, with her snuggled up against me, I couldn't expect it to," he wound down.
Laura kissed him again, then bounced up. After replacing the coffeepot, she put a steak in the frying pan, then started scrambling some eggs.
"How many eggs did you put in there?" Jeff asked. "I thought you had already eaten."
"Oh, I have, Love. I put five in for you. The steak should be medium rare about the same time the eggs are done."
At Jeff's shocked look, she continued, "Oh, you have several females to take care of today. Hearing about Melissa's night is going to get everyone turned on, and you're marrying Jennie tonight, of course."
Of course. Jeff thought. I guess there are worse ways of dying than being fucked to death.
Jeff made it clear, well he admitted to himself, as clear as he could with all the women grinning at him during his little declaration, that he wasn't going to drink the whole shake again. He also said, if he had to drink it, already admitting defeat, that they should not wait as late to give it to him as they had yesterday.
Laura gave it to him an hour earlier, but it was the same size.
As Laura got back from escorting Jeff to the bedroom for his nap, Diana asked, "I thought you were going to snuggle up to him until he went to sleep?"
"Oh, I did," she chortled, "all ten seconds of snuggle time. He's sound asleep. Even his dick looks like it's out of it. I don't know whether that shake stirs him up sexually or not, like it's supposed to, but it sure puts him to sleep."
Diana giggled, then said, "Let's go rescue Jennie from the rest of the girls. After Ann and Melissa both had to sit in the hot tub after being with Jeff, not to say anything about their embellishments about what his dick felt like going in, Jennie will be a basket case. She's been stressed all day."
"Did you get in touch with the caterer like you said?"
"Yeah, they know to be here by seven thirty. And they know they're to be here four more times after tonight."
"You mean three don't you?" Laura questioned, then suddenly realized that Diana was going to do this, too. "Way to go girl."
Diana laughed back at her and took Laura's hand as they started for the living room. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. And don't you dare let it slip to Jeff. We were just kids when we got married. I was pregnant and our parents were all having a fit. Everybody was looking down their noses at us. It was a fiasco — at best. Then I proceeded to hurt every time he tried to make love to me while I was pregnant. By the time I wasn't pregnant, he had gotten so used to very gently making love to me, that he never did really fuck me. Our first years together were just a mess. During these last weeks, for the first time in our marriage, I am actually fucking my husband, and both of us are enjoying it. Plus I want to see his face when he sees me standing at the end of that hallway."
"Are you going to wear white?" Laura teased.
"You bet your bottom dollar I am," she laughed. "I've done my exercises off an on almost all day for several weeks. I've done them so much; I'm beginning to do them automatically. Plus I've kept that teeny dildo in almost all the time for a couple of weeks now, squeezing it practically all the time. I want to see the look on Jeff's face when I clamp down and his dick won't go in. I'm going to make that sweet SOB work his ass off to get into me."
Both of them were laughing when they found the girls in the game room. Melissa and Ann were playing the new video game they had just gotten, with Arlene rooting them on. Jennie was listlessly playing one of the other games.
When Arlene noticed her mother and Laura enter the room, she motioned to them. Speaking softly, she said, "Jennie is very, very uptight. I'm afraid she's going to be sick by the time eight o'clock gets here. I tried to talk to her, but I think I just made it worse. She claims she's fine, but her face is white, and she can't concentrate on the games."
"Yeah, that's about what we figured. Let's, get her in the kitchen. We don't need her sick on her wedding night." Diana said, her face set.
Diana grabbed Jennie's hand, tugged on it, and said, "Let's go kid."
Laura took the other hand, and giggling they herded Jennie into the kitchen. When Arlene started to come in a moment later, Diana caught her eye, and shook her head. Arlene did an about face and vanished.
As soon as they were near the small table, Diana took Jennie in her arms, lightly kissing the teenager's lips and said, "Sit."
Laura already had cups on the table and was pouring coffee.
"I didn't drink much of this," Jennie said, "until I came out here. But now, it seems natural to do it, and I really miss it if we're going somewhere and I don't have some for a few hours."
Laura smiled at Jennie, "I used to have a cup on my desk practically all the time at work. It's something that grows on you, I guess."
They chatted for a few minutes, Jennie waiting for the shoe to drop. Finally, Diana softly asked, "What's the matter, Princess? Are you having second thoughts? You don't have to do this if you don't want to. You can still live here with us as long as you like. This is your home. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to as far as sex is concerned."
Jennie looked startled. "Why would you ever think that I didn't want to?" she asked, obviously getting more upset.
Diana got up and put her arms around her. After hugging her for a moment, she pushed back a little. "You've been very upset all day. We were afraid that you were going to make yourself sick. We're just trying to make sure that you're ready for this. This isn't marriage in the eyes of the law, but it ismarriage in our family's eyes. We talked about this for hours the other day. It was Ann that first called it her wedding, and was so upset that morning because, in her mind, she was going to have to leave her husband."
"But I want to marry Jeff, just like I said when we had our meeting. I want to always be his wife. We all agreed that this is forever." There were tears starting in her eyes.
Laura joined the group hug. Finally, she said, "Sit. Tell us what's going on. We'll soon all be sisters. We already all love each other. When you hurt, we hurt."
When Jennie didn't say anything, Laura continued, "It's natural for a bride to be tense, maybe even upset, on her wedding day. I've known one or two that threw up just before the wedding. If that's all it is, then that's just fine. Oh, not being sick. We don't want you to be sick. But we are all worried about you..." she wound down.
Jennie almost spoke, but seemed to change her mind.
They had sat back down, and Diana reached over and took Jennie's hand. "Spit it out, Princess. We'll work it out together."
The tears started in earnest then. "I can't give him anything. Ann gave him her virginity. I'm used. My dad fucked me; well actually I guess I fucked him. I wanted to fuck so bad. And I was afraid if I fucked one of the boys at school, that he wouldn't use a rubber and I would wind up with AIDS and die. We did everything we could think of to do. He even fucked me in the ass. And I know Melissa fucked her dad too, but she's so damned pretty, and she looks so, so ... sophisticated. Arlene gives Jeff milk and walks around here smoking cigarettes to tease him. You give milk," she said nodding at Diana. "My tits aren't half as big as yours. Both of you are women, not a girl like me. And you are both so beautiful and sexy. I don't have anything to give him," she wailed.
"I know one thing that you have already given him," Laura teased. When Jennie looked questioningly at her, she continued, "One hell of a blowjob out on the deck. He looked like he was going to faint when you put his dick in your mouth and sucked. I almost had an orgasm just watching you. And yeah, I'm a woman, but I would give a lot to be your age again. I'm thirty-one and look every bit of it. Diana seems to have gotten younger, but I certainly haven't. How do you think I feel when I'm the old woman of the house? How can I compete with a pretty young girl like you? Did you ever think that I'm scared, every day, that he won't notice me?"
Jennie looked a little shocked.
Diana broke in. "How about me? I've been married to him for sixteen years. And I surely didn't fuck him like I should have. I guess I didn't really care that much for sex, or at least I didn't show him that I did. Then he caught me fucking Jack like some kind of bar whore. Talk about used. Why should he care anything about me, when he's got a beautiful female like you to fuck?
"Besides, if I remember your dad's size correctly from the other night, you're going to be plenty virginal enough for that big cock of Jeff's. Remember, Melissa has been in the hot tub three times today, and she still walks funny."
"Do you think he likes me enough?" she asked, still wistful.
Diana gripped her hand, hard. "He doesn't just like you; he loves you. As he does all of us. He would die for you if he had to. Never think he wouldn't."
Diana wasn't sure whether their talk did any good or not, but she was going to try to keep Jennie busy and around her as much as she could for the rest of the day. Jennie doesn't know how serious I was. Jeff has an awful lot of new pussy around him. Most of them far younger than I am. But he always treats me special. I hated not being able to stop lactating, but he sure acts like it turns him on. If Jennie wants to give milk as badly as she seems, I guess I need to buy her a pump. We'll see if she wants it badly enough to sit with that vacuum pulling at her nipples as much as it will take to start her. Shit, if I keep thinking about this, I'm going to have to take a few minutes out for some personal time with my vibrator. Sighing mentally, she told Jennie where the wine was kept, giving instructions to put some in to chill.
Jeff woke up with titty milk in his mouth again. This time, Diana didn't seem to be in any big hurry. When she finished her orgasm with one breast, she stuck the other nipple in his mouth. It only took seconds for her to start shivering and bucking again.
"Suck some more out of that one, Honey, it's so tight it hurts."
After Jeff sucked her for several more minutes, sighing, she pulled her dripping nipple out of his mouth. "I'm having to milk myself every day. I'm giving milk like I have twins."
"More for me, Baby."
"I guess it's all the stimulation I've had in the last weeks. But I hope you don't get over liking to suck my milk. I sure can't stop my breasts from filling with it. Trying to see herself in the mirror, she continued, I hope my breasts don't start sagging like so many pregnant women's tits do."
"Baby, whatever happens, I'll still love them, but gravity sure doesn't bother them now," he joked. Hesitating a moment, he continued with, "I don't want to change from such a beautiful subject," he teased licking her nipple again, "but I suppose you came in here to get me up."
"Yeah," she said, smiling, "but I was a little smarter today. I came in sooner." Frowning a bit, "Jeff, Jennie was really insecure earlier. I, of course, have no idea how she will act after you're to the honeymoon suite with her..."
"Honeymoon suite?" he teased.
"Well, we had to call it something. Besides, the girls are really getting a kick out of calling it that. But seriously, I was afraid Jennie was going to make herself sick from worry."
"Did you talk to her?"
"Jeff," she admonished, "you know me better than that. Of course I did. She seemed to calm down some, but she acts very uptight and maybe a little vulnerable."
"I guess I could faint, or something when I come. Maybe that will blow her ego up. And before you can say anything, yeah, I know, women, my women, passing out has done wonders for my ego."
"Just be aware that she's afraid she isn't pretty enough, isn't special enough for you. I know, I know," she said waving her hand to forestall his comment. "But she thinks that because Arlene and I give milk, and strut around with a cigarette, and Laura and I are supposedly beautiful women, and that Ann gave you her virginity, and some others things, that she hasn't got anything special to give you. She also says her breasts are too small, so you might pay them special attention."
"Hon, her breasts are as big as Melissa's, and they darn sure aren't small. And even if they were, they stand up even when she's lying flat of her back. I sure stared at them enough when I was licking her pussy by the hot tub."
"I'm not expecting you to strike out, Lover. And it's natural for a woman to be stressed on her wedding night, but take special care with her, please."
"Maybe she just doesn't want to do this?"
"I even mentioned that. But she got really upset. It's probably the opposite. She wants to so very, very much. She just wants to be better than perfect for you."
Diana stood up, offering her husband her hand. "Get in the shower, big man. Pussy awaits," she flipped over her shoulder as she left the bedroom.
Still laughing, Jeff stood in front of the commode. The laughter turned to a groan as he realized his dick wasn't going down so he could drain his bladder. Oh, well, shower first.
His mood was stone-sober though as, a little later, with Diana's words of "Make me proud," still ringing in his ears, and the memory of her strutting out of the room, he fondled Arlene's breast and struggled through, "Fuck her brains out, right?"
"Make her walk funny, Dad."
Damn, this is affecting me more than I thought it would. These girls just have to do this once. But I guess this will be the last one. Of course, there is Laura, I don't know whether she will want to do this or not. I doubt it.
He and Arlene turned the corner. Oh, crap, there's Jennie. Why in the world would she not think she's beautiful? He stopped for a second, stunned by her beauty.
As he approached a moment later, and Jennie saw the tears on his face, she realized that maybe he thought she was special, after all.
Ann served the wine this time, just as professionally as any of them, Jeff thought, and Laura did look good in that short skirt. As Laura leaned over to put Jennie's plate down, she kissed Jennie on the cheek, and whispered only loudly enough for Jennie to hear, "Fuck his brains out sister."
Jennie grinned as Jeff raised an eyebrow in question, but she shook her head, almost imperceptibly. Whatever she said, Jennie's fighting not to laugh. Thank you, Laura.
Just to be a little different, when he picked her up to carry her over the threshold, he kissed her, hard. As he turned with Jennie in his arms to wink at Diana, he realized the women were clapping. Shit, I might get through this, yet.
Jennie was openly laughing as he dumped her unceremoniously on the couch and picked up the wine bottle for his battle with the cork. He poured her a half glass without asking, himself a whole one. Confusing her for a second, he handed her the full one. After locking arms with her, she realized that she was to drink from the glass he held, and he from the one she held. She liked that.
After they had a couple of sips, he set their glasses down. Deadpan, he announced. "Well, I'm bushed." Refusing to look at her, he tossed his jacket on the back of the couch, then his tie. He was ambling toward the bedroom, waiting for her reaction, when she jumped on his back, wrapping her legs around him, giggling.
"You've carried the other two to bed, and you're going to carry me," she shrieked riding him like a horse.
He couldn't hold his face straight any longer. He grabbed her legs and took off for the bed, spinning aside and flipping her legs loose just as he got there. She shrieked as she bounced on the bed. I love those dresses. They definitely have Diana's mark on them. That plunging neckline all the way to their waists sure lets their titties pop out when I toss their owners on the bed. She has big nipples, and the excitement has done its work on them.
The bed toss had pulled her skirt up as well as exposing titties. Ann wore white panties, Melissa wore pink, Jennie has none, he laughed to himself as he placed both hands together in front of his chin in a mock dive position, then slid between her legs. Before she had time to do more than gasp, he had buried his face in her pussy and speared her with his tongue. The shriek she let out was almost loud enough to make his ears buzz. But her giggles and thrashing to get away from him soon turned into moans and lifting of her hips to push her pussy toward his face.
If she was still stressed out, she surely didn't show it. After her first mini-orgasm, he took his time. He backed away from her pussy, kissing her thigh, kissed a trail to her pussy, skipped over it, then down the other thigh. By now she had her hands in his hair trying to push his face back to her center.
As he made his way back, he didn't skip over her pussy this time, but kissed around it, instead, narrowing the circles each time, making her wait. When he finally returned his tongue to her pussy, he used the smallest amount of pressure he could, licking from bottom to top, but still missing her clit. He spent minutes, slow-licking, eventually adding her clit to the tongue swipe, but still using the absolute minimum of pressure as he crossed her clit.
While he worked with his tongue, he managed to struggle out of his clothes without varying his actions too much. Knowing that Ann and Melissa had probably given a blow-by-blow description of his lovemaking on their wedding nights, he had decided to vary his routine as much as he could. He was fairly certain that Jennie was expecting him to lick her to several orgasms, then mount her.
As she struggled to push her pussy tighter against his tongue, seeking more stimulation on her clit so she could have the orgasm that had been building for minutes now, he slid up her body and planted his mouth on hers. He centered the head of his dick, already made slick by his rubbing his pre-come around it, and pushed. She gasped into his pussy-wet mouth, the pupils of her eyes enlarging as she stared at him.
He sucked her mouth, then flicked his tongue around her lips, as he pulled back a little, and pushed again. She was so tight that he knew he was probably doing damage, but he continued as gently as he could. It took several tries before he slid the last inches and bottomed out, bumping the head of his dick into her cervix. He half-stroked once as her legs and arms clasped around him tightening with force. As he reached her bottom the second time, she screamed into his mouth and thrashed, trying to rub her clit on his dick. As her orgasm went over, her pussy spasmed, producing a milking sensation, which he allowed to push him over the top.
He groaned as the first geyser of his seed pulsed from his dick with force. Her eyes grew big, she whimpered and frantically worked her hips. About the time he had decided she wasn't going to faint, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddered, and suddenly relaxed. As her arms and legs fell back to the bed, he short-stroked a couple of times as his semen finished pouring into her.
Struggling to keep his weight on his forearms to allow her to breathe, he came down from his come, but the world was still spinning. As he grew more concerned, she shuddered again and took a shallow breath, then a deep one.
After a few minutes, his strength was back sufficiently for him to pull out of her. As he started to get up, he noticed a stack of washcloths and a couple of towels on the bedside table. Thank you Diana.
Stretching, he grabbed a washcloth and stemmed the gush of sperm as his dick left her hole. Collapsing on his back, he kept his hand between her legs for a few minutes, then when his strength came back, he gently wiped her swollen lips. He took one of the cloths to the vanity sink, wet the cloth with warm water and properly cleaned her.
Even from the short fuck, his larger cock had abused her lips. Hoping for the best, he got a couple of glasses and filled them with ice. Picking up cokes, he returned to the bedroom and waited while sipping his drink.
After about ten minutes, Jennie was still out, though he wasn't worried this time. Picking up the phone, he punched the intercom button and dialed the living room. When Arlene's anxious voice answer the phone he said simply, "Mission accomplished." Grinning, he hung the phone up and took Jennie in his arms.
A couple of minutes later, she twitched a little, then sighed. As he looked down, he met bright eyes sparkling back at him.
"Bend me over the bed, and fuck my brains out again. Maybe I'll last longer this time."
He laughed as he pulled his newest wife hard against him in a hug. Looks like I'm going to test out Laura's shake after all.
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