Chapter 4

We spent part of the following summer like a lot of other kids about to enter their last year of high school - deciding which colleges we wanted to apply to. Or, to be more precise, which college. Mom was pushing Karen to look at her alma mater, Chatham College in Pittsburgh, where Mom was one of the members of the Board of Trustees. Karen agreed that it was an excellent college; her only problem with it was that, at least at the undergrad level, it was women-only.

"Mom," she asked, "do you really think I'm going to turn my handsome husband loose among a bunch of horny coeds when I won't be there to beat them back?"

"Beat them back?" I asked.

"Husband?" Mom asked.

Oh, yeah, that too.

"Husband?" I asked. We'd always referred to each other as fiancées, but we'd never gone out and bought a ring. At least, I hadn't. And we certainly hadn't set a date. At least, I hadn't. Of course, I was often left out of the loop in a lot of the decision-making around our house.

Karen looked at both of us and gave us a surprisingly shy smile.

"I really do love him, Mom," she said. "Apart from the whole gratitude, saving my life from misery thing. He's my other half. He always will be. And I don't want to wait one minute longer than I have to to marry him. There'll be only one college."

I smiled back at her.

"All right, dear," Mom said. "We'll take a look at the calendar and pick out a date next summer."

"June 23rd," Karen said.

"All right," Mom said slowly.

"I already reserved the Moose Lodge," she said.

"The Moose Lodge?" I asked. "We're getting married in the Moose Lodge?"

Mom was a bit skeptical as well.

"Trust me," Karen took my hand. "It'll be the best day of your life. Of course, it better be the only wedding of your life."

"We're getting married in the Moose Lodge, Mom," I said. "June 23rd. Now how about the U of Penn?"

We toured the U of Penn, we toured Haverford; heck, we even toured some colleges outside of Pennsylvania. Well, Princeton's not actually that far outside, but it's not like we were completely parochial or anything. It was just that, having found her home, Karen couldn't bear the thought of being too far away from it.

By the time we started our senior year, we'd narrowed it down to six or eight colleges. High school itself was a blast. For one thing, not only was Andy Richardson gone, but his little assistants had also got the message they might not be entirely welcome and their parents had made alternative arrangements.

Karen took complete charge of the reins of student government, although she did manage to accidentally miss a meeting or two so that Julie had to run the show. My new job? Assistant (unpaid) student football coach. I showed up for fall football practice to get a jump on inputting the stats, and the newly hired coach excitedly showed me a play he'd drawn up. I explained to him why it wouldn't work with the guys at our school (too slow, for one thing; too stupid, for another), and I found myself on the staff.

In between all of our new duties, Karen and I were both pulling down straight A's. And fucking like bunnies.

Thanksgiving weekend was particularly special. Gail and Chris had asked us to meet them for a dinner in August in order to wish Gunner and Susan good luck before they went off to freshman orientation at Free Union. The real purpose, though, was to announce that they'd chosed the Saturday after Thanksgiving for their wedding date. Gail had Sue bawling when she asked her to be her maid of honor, and Karen was sniffling when Gail asked her to be her lone bridesmaid. Then Gail turned to me.

"Chris's two brothers are going to be his best man and usher," she said, as I felt a pang of disappointment. "But I'd like you to give me away."

"Give you away?" I asked. "Give you away to who?"

"Whom!" Karen and Gail said at the same time.

"Math guy!" I protested, throwing up my hands.

"I'm not asking my family," Gail explained to Karen before turning back to me. "Usually a woman's father 'gives' her to her groom. Since I don't have a dad, I'd like my hero to do it instead."

I sat there with an open mouth until finally Karen said, "He'd be honored."

Originally they were planning on a relatively simple ceremony in the college chapel, to be followed by an even simpler reception at a local restaurant, but that was before Julie Pinsky got involved. Julie excitedly announced to us at school in early September that her dad and Gordon's mom were also going to be getting married the Saturday after Thanksgiving.

"And of course they want the two people responsible for them getting together to be there," she looked at us expectantly as Gordon gazed at her with a particularly sappy grin. He was doing a lot of that this year. I don't know, there was just something annoying about it.

"And who is that?" I smiled back.

I was apparently equally clueless with respect to all marriages.

"You two!" Julie gushed.

"Us?" I protested. "They worked together for ten years!"

"Actually only six," Gordon pointed out. "But if you hadn't gotten Julie to spend prom night with me, then her dad would have never asked my mom out."

"Well, that's sweet," Karen said gently. "And I'm really sorry to have to tell you that we already have a wedding to go to that day. You remember Ms. Dodge? Well, yeah, you were in Creative Writing last year. And she was the one at the debate. Well, I'm her bridesmaid and Jase here is giving the bride away."

"Really?" Julie said. "That's so cool. I'll tell Daddy and Andy. They can change the date."

"Oh, don't be silly," Karen said. "They can't just — "

"Don't you be silly," Julie answered, reaching in her purse for her cell phone. "It's already done."

In fact, Mr. Pinsky and Mrs. Ackerman did a lot more than change the date of their wedding, to the next weekend. Once they found out about Chris and Gail, they also insisted, in one of those won't-take-no-for-an-answer ways that you can get away with when you're the town's banker, on Gail and Chris having their reception in the Pinsky mansion. And on paying for the caterer as well, since they'd already engaged one for that weekend. Must be nice to be rich, I thought, although it was apparently even nicer to be rich and generous. Gail and Chris never had a chance. Karen reported back to me that at the meeting with Andrea and Julie to plan the new reception, Gail had looked like little more than a spectator with a tableside seat at a ping-pong match.

So Thanksgiving promised to be a full holiday. Gail's bachelorette party was going to be held at our house on Thanksgiving night. By now, Karen had Mom and Dad wrapped around her little finger, and had convinced them to extend their usual Thanksgiving holiday until Friday. Her plan was that Gail would come over for Thanksgiving dinner — Chris would be on his way back from Ohio with his parents — and then after dinner Julie, Andrea, and Sue would come over to our place for the party while I joined Gordon and Mr. Pinsky to watch the Eagles and the Cowboys on Gene Pinsky's projection TV. I put up a half-hearted and completely ineffectual protest at being driven out of the house on Thanksgiving night, but even Mom backed Karen up on that one.

Still, my whining worked. On Wednesday night, with Mom and Dad already gone, I got my reward for my coming exile. I'd been looking forward to the evening ever since school let out that afternoon, and my anticipation only increased when Karen ordered me to do the supper dishes and then wait downstairs until she called. Finally, I heard her summons and took the stairs two at a time.

"Ooh, somebody's a little excited," she said, as she stood, her back to the closed door to our bedroom, watching me gasp for breath. Somebody was a little disappointed, to be honest; somebody been expecting to see somebody else in a sexy nightie or something similar, and here she was dressed in a big old bathrobe and gray sweat pants, carrying a book she'd been reading.

"I'm sleeping in the guest room," she smiled. "Tomorrow's for me and the girls, so tonight's for you. And one more thing, the girls in there don't know the word 'no.'"

I was unable to control the grin spreading across my face.

"In fact," Karen said, "all they know is 'Yes, Master.' Now, wait until I'm back downstairs before you knock on the door."

Ten seconds later (alright, eight), I heard two oddly familiar voices cry out "Yes, Master" in response to my knock.

I opened the door and found myself unable to take another step. A pair of naked women was lying on the bed in front of me. I could see only the legs of one of them, because she was lying on her back with her head away from the door and because the other woman was lying on top of her. The second woman's head, in fact, was between the first woman's legs, her long, blonde hair blocking my view of anything else. I could tell the blonde had a great ass, but otherwise, I was going to have to wait. The blonde hair suddenly lifted, and Sue Waggoner smiled at me.

"Thank God you're here, Master," she said, pulling out a wet carrot. She took a quick bite off the glistening end. "This isn't big enough any more to satisfy this hot little bitch."

"Don't believe her, Master," came Karen's voice as she lifted her red hair off the other end of the bed. "She's the one who's always been hot for your — oh fuck!"

Sue had slid the carrot back inside Karen.

"Do you need any help undressing, Master?" the blonde grinned at me as she twirled the carrot with her fingers. "Or should I continue getting your little bitch ready for you?"

"You just carry on," I finally found my voice and closed the door behind me. I couldn't believe that Karen had used the dolls to do this. Was I a lucky guy or what?

"Ooooh, you are big," Sue said as I pulled my briefs down over my hips. "I just figured you'd managed to fool a couple of innocents."

I raised my eyebrows as I dropped my clothes on the floor.

"You know," she smiled, "Gail and the virgin redhead here. But you're bigger than anyone I ever had at good ol' Hardwood High. OOFF!"

Karen had taken advantage of Sue's lapse in concentration and squirmed out from underneath her. Quickly gaining leverage, Karen ended up on the edge of the bed with the blonde stretched across her lap.

"You little bitch — OW!" Sue yelped as Karen smacked her on the ass.

"You don't want to pay attention to my pussy, slut? Fine. We'll see how well you pay attention to yours," Karen smiled down at the helpless blonde. "Fuck the little slut, master. Right now."

"No foreplay?" I grinned.

"This slut's been playing with her self fore and aft for the last twenty minutes," Karen smiled. "You should have seen her hairless little pussy lips twitching while she was staring at your big dick just now."

I stepped behind Sue to take a look. Last time I'd seen her naked — well, alright, the last time I'd seen her naked in doll form — she'd kept her sparse blonde bush well trimmed, but it had still been there. Now there was nothing. Well, nothing except —

"Look at how swollen and wet she is," Karen said.

I was, I was.

"This slut doesn't need any foreplay," Karen continued. "Watch."

Karen straightened the middle and ring fingers of the hand that wasn't holding Sue on her lap, and put the tips against Sue's slit. Sue moaned as Karen smoothly slid them in, resting her palm on Sue's squirming ass.

"Oh, God, yes, master," Sue cried. "Fuck your little slut!"

I was more than happy to oblige. With Karen seated on the bed and Sue across Karen's lap, I was in perfect position. Karen obligingly held Sue's lips apart with her fingers, and I plunged ahead.

"Oh, you fucking bastard," Sue screamed.

"Master," Karen reminded her with a swat on her ass.

"Oh, you fucking bastard master," Sue moaned.

Sue grunted each time I filled her after that. It turned out not to be the easiest position to fuck in after all, though, and after a while I decided to make it a little easier on myself. Grabbing the blonde around the waist, I buried my cock in her one last time and then lifted her off of Karen's lap.

"Master?!" she squeaked.

Sue was a healthy girl, and I wasn't one of those Schwarzeneggers who can keep a woman in the air and fuck her at the same time. But I did manage to swing her out and gently let her find the carpeted floor with her hands and knees. Pulling out slightly, I pushed forward again to remind her why we were there, and she dropped her head to the ground, resting it on her forearms with her ass still raised high in the air.

"That's right, master," Karen said as I bottomed out inside Sue on each stroke. "Fuck the little slut into the floor."

She jumped off the bed and sat with her legs on either side of Sue's head.

"She just loves the way you make her nice big boobs brush against the carpet each time you fuck her," Karen laughed with delight, reaching her hands around Sue's torso and grabbing the tits that were swaying beneath the blonde. "These little nips are so fat and hard they're gonna burst any second."