Chapter 21

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."