Chapter 42

Last night, Jeff had felt that he had cheated Diana since she had come so quickly, then passed out. When she had started the "we need to talk" routine, he had seized the opportunity to give her a little more loving to "teach" her a lesson about the expression men dread to hear.

When he chucked her on the bed, she "tried" to scramble away, but he tossed her back, pulled her shoes off — she wasn't wearing socks — then yanked her shorts and panties off. He flipped her onto her belly, then pushed her top over her breasts. With one knee on either side of her ass, he reached under her to knead her breasts and pull on her nipples. She bucked and "tried" to get out from under him, but the giggling made her actions less convincing.

He kicked his shoes off and wiggled out of his jeans and undershorts while lying across her to keep her on the bed. She bucked up hard, rolled over and almost got off the bed before his hand caught her ankle and pulled her back. Hiking her tight ass up, he buried his mouth in her pussy. She shrieked and thrashed, but her pussy was already wet. She fought to keep from coming, while gasping out that they had important things to talk about.

Again, with a knee on either side of her and her ass in the air, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with her tunnel. She shrieked and wiggled, keeping his cock out of her. His hand descended on her ass with a resounding crack that produced a scream and a moment's hesitation in her thrashing around. He rammed his cock to her womb with one stroke.

"Oh, shitttt," she wailed. He immediately began a series of rapid, short strokes in her soaked pussy, jarring her womb and causing her breasts to jiggle and sway. He fucked her hard for five minutes, knowing he was hurting her some, but also knowing she loved it rough. Soon, he knew he could come and worked toward that goal. Diana felt his orgasm approach and humped her ass back at him as hard as she could. She had already had several small orgasms, even though she was trying not to, but the big one was fast approaching. He grabbed her hips and slammed hard into her one last time, his cock jerking as his sperm-laden semen pumped into her in gushes.

Diana squealed and thrashed as she felt the warm spurts flood her cervix. She flailed her head until her long hair was almost a halo about her face. She could feel the world fading. Jeff did something and she was suddenly on her back with her legs on his shoulders. He continued pounding her, his cock making obscene sounds as it slammed into her come-filled pussy. She could feel his thick come oozing down the crack of her ass as his mind touched that part of her that only the two of them knew. She felt the mental push. Her body instantly responded with an ever-increasing orgasm. It didn't stop, but just went on and on. Impossibly, his cock, feeling like an iron bar deep inside her, began spurting again.

Her breath ran out, but the orgasm continued. She trembled, his cock seeming to consume her being. He pulled back until the head was just inside her, then rammed forward and held. How much will he come? I can feel every spurt. I can't breathe; can't quit coming. I'm going to...

Later, she awoke with her head in his lap, the feel of him wiping her face with a damp washcloth. "I love you," he whispered as he leaned near her ear.

"I..." Diana croaked before trying to swallow to get some moisture in her mouth. Arlene held a glass of cold water to her lips and helped her sit up a little to drink.

"Hush," her daughter quietly said. "I know," then pressed soft lips to hers for a moment. "I could feel his love for you in the girls' suite, and your orgasms about blotted out my mind. I couldn't stay away. I had an orgasm while trying to talk to the three of them, then just staggered over here like a drunk. They probably think I'm nuts."

Arlene reached up and tenderly caressed Jeff's face. "You did good, Husband," she smiled.

Arlene moved around and snuggled under Jeff's right shoulder as he sat with his back against the head of the bed, her hand idly toying with her mother's right nipple.

After awhile, Diana sat up, pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes and faced Jeff. When she met his eyes, they both suddenly started laughing. "I still need to talk to you," she said, fighting to keep a bout of giggles back, "and I don't think I can stand my brains being fucked out again right now."

"Okay," Jeff sighed melodramatically. "Have you been cheating on me? Is that the reason we just have to talk?" he managed to get out, more or less keeping a straight face.

Diana giggled, "Yeah, I've just been fucking this great looking guy who tried to knock my womb out my throat."

"Well, as long as he's doing a good job, I guess I can let it slide," Jeff added, deadpan.

The Queen smiled at her mate. "Jill needs to marry her husband."

Jeff looked at her and grinned.

"Oh, you know what I mean. She's been talking about it ever since the healer got through with her. Now that Bill is back, she wants to get the new marriage started so she'll be just like Kathy. I talked with Jill briefly yesterday after you guys got home, and she approached me again this morning after breakfast. She said that Bill about fucked Kathy to death last night, and all she (Jill) could do was give him blowjobs or have him fuck her titties. She has vowed she will wait until the wedding night to give him this new hymen that Little One has given her, but she can't wait any longer. We need to have the wedding tonight."

"Tonight?" Jeff asked. "How in the world can you get everything arranged by tonight?"

"I have the caterer on hold. All I have to do is call him."

"On hold? How do you have a caterer on hold?" Jeff laughed.

"It's called money. Besides, he's been here so many times when we've had the other weddings that all I had to do was tell him we tentatively needed him for Saturday night, and we were on. All he has to do is bring the food, anyway. He doesn't actually have to serve anything — we'll do that, as usual. There are enough of us here to decorate the living room in short order. Bill, Kathy and Jill are ready. All we need is your okay."

"Why me? I..."

"You're our Prime, of course," Diana broke in, turning to press her breasts against his chest and kiss him hard.

"So when is it?" Jeff teased.

"Sunset. When else?" his Queen said as she and her daughter locked eyes.

A few moments later, the other wives filed in. Diana was quickly showered, douched and her hair brushed and configured into a long, flowing ponytail.

"Keep Bill busy," Helen called over her shoulder to Jeff as the women hurried out of the bedroom leaving Diana sitting in her husband's lap again; this time as he sat in a chair.

"He doesn't need to see his bride until the wedding," Diana added.

Jeff adjusted her weight to relieve pressure on his balls. "What about a wedding dress?"

"We measured her as soon as you guys left on your trip. She decided to wear cream, but I told her I wore white, and she would too. She just laughed and agreed. The Denver dress shop altered one and got it here just before you came back. It fits Jill like a glove. That woman is built."

"And you're not?" Jeff teased as he toyed with her left breast, then pulled on her nipple.

"What about the new girls?"

"You mean having them take part in the wedding?" Diana asked.

"Well, maybe something?"

Diana shrugged. "I don't think they're ready to participate in much of anything just yet. Arlene got them nice dresses that they'll have a chance to wear. We'll make sure they help set up things and feel like part of what's going on, but I don't want to overdo it with them."

Jeff changed his nipple toying to a gentle milking motion.

"Oh, Jeff, don't start that now," Diana begged as she felt her nipples erect again.

"Just going to drain your milk so you won't be hurting," he said as his mouth descended.

What Diana had neglected to say was the caterer wasn't exactly on hold, but rather on go. She had called and given the order late yesterday. But it didn't hurt to stroke her husband's ego by asking his permission.

Diana, Helen and Laura disappeared in the direction of Bill's suite. Shortly, Bill came walking into the living room looking ... lost.

Arlene, who seemed to be waiting on him, grabbed his arm. "We have to get all this furniture moved. We need an aisle left from the stairway to the front." Waving her hand, "All these need to be moved away from the window. The room needs to look like it did last time. Remember?"

"Uh, yeah. I can handle that."

"Are you going to help him, Dad?"

"Yeah, we've got it," Jeff said, amused. It had sounded like a question, but he knew an order when he heard one. He did pinch her on the ass when she walked past, though.

Shortly, everyone else was bringing in flower arrangements and pedestals. Much like they worked together in the kitchen, the women laughed and cut up with each other as they set up everything, but there were no arguments about that would look better over there, or this would fit better here. Like that infamous well-oiled machine, they worked together with no hesitation, or missteps. Jennie, Melissa and Ann escorted the new girls. There always seemed to be something for the new ones to do, just as there was for the other women, but the girls were guided through the controlled chaos.

The furniture arranged to the satisfaction of the women, Jeff grinned at Bill. "Let's go for a ride."

"Uh, I think I need to hang around here. Jill or Kathy might need me," Bill started, his mind obviously elsewhere.

"They won't," Jeff said with conviction.

Bill opened his mouth to protest, but apparently thought better of it.

"The drive needs to be plowed, and it wouldn't hurt to go on down the mountain while we're at it to make sure both county roads are clear so the caterer doesn't have any problem getting up here."

"Shall we get a go-cup," Madison said as they neared the kitchen.

"Nah, we'll get a cup of coffee while we're out."

"Husband can't see his bride on his wedding day, right?" Bill said as he shrugged into his coat. "Doggone it, I slept with that woman last night, and other than the last year when Ingles had her ... uh, doing his thing, we've been together for seventeen years. Hell, she slept draped halfway across me last night. Now all of a sudden I can't see her. Where do women come up with this shit? I..."

Bill's grumbling was cut short as Jeff opened the outer door and a blast of cold wind hit them. Just after going down the steps, they were rocked back with another wind gust. "Good thing Mr. Wainwright isn't going anywhere," Bill yelled into the howling wind. "It would take a fool to come into these mountains in a chopper with gusts like this."

Shortly they had raised one of the doors on the outside garage and were in the pickup. Jeff started the truck and backed out into the snow. Hitting the remote for the garage door, he put the plow down and made a big loop toward the range, then approached the back of the retreat and the entrance to the inside garage. "I don't think we're going anywhere today, but we might as well get this before we start down the drive," he commented.

After the parking lot, they went down the drive, then started on down the mountain. After they reached the Sperman's driveway, the rest of the way down the mountain had been plowed out. From the tracks, it had obviously been Sperman.

They went all the way down, winding up at Martha's Restaurant. "Looks like the early lunch crowd is in full force today," Jeff commented as he finally found a place to park on the back side.

"Crap, Jeff, this place is packed. It's not worth it to just get a cup of coffee."

Jeff grinned at him as they stepped down from the big pickup. "We didn't come here for coffee, my friend. We came to get you out of the way so your wife-to-be doesn't have to be cooped up in her suite all day."

"Shit, I'm nervous as that proverbial long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs," Madison said as they stomped the snow off their shoes before entering the restaurant.

As soon as they were inside, Martha saw them and hurried over. "Matthews, party of two," she said, laughing.

"They just got here," a surly-voiced female said from the line. But the comment was cut off as Martha crashed into Jeff, grabbed him by the neck, pulled his face down to hers and kissed him full on the mouth — hard.

There were chuckles from a big burly man. "Guess he's number one after all."

Martha grinned at the big guy as she turned Jeff loose only to grab Bill, hug him and kiss him on the cheek. "Learned to like grits yet?" she teased.

"Uh, no, but I'm working on it," he lied, having not touched a bowl since his visit to her restaurant the first time.

Grabbing Jeff's hand, she guided them through the throng of people. "This way."

"Look, we don't want to inconvenience you. We're just out riding around..." Madison got out as he tried to follow her through the crowded restaurant, then down a hallway.

"In here," Martha said, opening a door. "This is where I eat. I keep the table open for you guys. No one else eats in here."