Chapter 23

Jeff had gotten a bid from the dealer on the Internet and there wasn't a salesman involved. The sales manager handled the business.

"How long to prep the black one?"

The manager grinned. "After I talked with you on the phone, I went ahead and prepped it, just in case. All I have to do is gas it up and it will be ready."

"Fine. Do it, and we'll get the paperwork out of the way."

A little later, the paperwork was done, and Jeff swiped his debit card. The sales manager seemed to almost flinch when Jeff pulled the card through the reader, but broke into a grin when the transaction went through.

Later, Jeff consulted his map, pulled out of the dealership and headed for the snowplow dealer, with Diana following in the Escalade. He had called ahead while the paperwork was being prepared at the Dodge dealer, and the people at the snowplow place were waiting for him. After looking at the plows that were available, he chose the snowplow and salt spreader that Sperman had recommended. Jeff and Diana were back on the road headed home in less than thirty minutes.

"Babe," he said, grinning at Diana as they pulled into traffic, "I could get used to having money. We don't have to look for used things, or worry if we can afford something. Just say 'I want that one, ' pull out the old debit card, get in and drive off."

"Hopefully," Diana said, stretching her shoulders, "we haven't even spent the interest we are supposed to be earning. I don't want to become callous to being able to buy the things we need or would like to have. It sure beats making payments, particularly, when there just wasn't quite enough money to go around."

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to try to make it up to you for all those lean years. I wish this could have happened sooner."

Diana put her hand on her husband's leg. "You did good by us, Jeff. You worked your ass off, and still would be if you hadn't come up with your invention. Don't you even think there was anything wrong with what you did. I'm just happy we have each other. The hard times couldn't be helped. And there are many hard-working people in this world that will never have what we had before, let alone what we have now." Grinning, she proudly looked at her husband. "Sure does help if you have a few million in a checking account waiting for you to swipe that debit card, though, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. It's even easier now that we have the new card. Remember when we bought the Expedition? We had to pick up a certified check at the bank, but since the guy at the bank suggested the debit card with two different personal identification numbers, we can pretty much buy anything we want with it. The first PIN works up to a certain amount, then if it's more than that you have to enter the second PIN. Sure worked quicker for the RAM than for the Expedition."

"Do you want to stop at the little restaurant in Winter Park? I kinda like being out alone with my husband. We don't have to be back until five or six. That will give you plenty of time to drink your shake and take a nap, while the rest of us prepare for Arlene's wedding."

Jeff flinched and jerked the wheel. "Do what? She's my daughter. I can't marry my daughter."

"Well you can't legally, but you can, as far as our family is concerned. Do you really think Arlene is going to let you get away with 'marrying' those other girls, and not 'marrying' her? Get real Jeff. Besides, if you refused, she would be devastated. 'Marrying' you is all she can talk about."

"She let the other girls go first since you had already had your night with Ann. Actually, Ann was the one that 'coined' the phrase, so to speak. She mentioned that she felt like your wife, and the whole thing had seemed like a wedding. Arlene decided that she wanted to be the last. Last, but not least, I guess you could say."

Diana noticed that there was actually sweat on Jeff's forehead. "Shit Baby," he whispered.

Diana could see moisture in his eyes as he blinked more often than usual. She didn't even tease him. "Yeah," she agreed, instead.

They pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, and thankfully, there were only a few people. They chose a booth, and Jeff sat beside her instead of across from her, as a husband and wife were usually wont to do.

After the waitress took their order, Diana leaned her head on his shoulder. "Big things going on at the top of the mountain tonight."

"Yeah" was all Jeff could manage.

Jeff woke from his nap with a mouth wrapped around his dick. The vacuum that mouth produced was deliciously intense. But the eyes that met his were not Diana's. Laura let his cock pop out of her mouth and crawled up his chest to offer a swollen nipple for him to suck. "I can't give you woman milk like your wife ... uh, Diana can," she finished with a grin. "But I surely like you to suck my breast, just the same."

"They're beautiful breasts, and sexy as they can be, Wife," he said, grinning as he started nursing her nipple. She really kissed him for that comment.

"Get up and get ready. I'll be back in a few minutes and lay out your clothes."

As Jeff stood in front of the commode, fruitlessly trying to piss, She may not have milk, but she sure did get my dick up. As usual, he showered and shaved, then managed to drain his bladder when his hard-on went down a little. It didn't go all the way down, even then.

As he stepped back into the bedroom, Laura pointed to the bed. "Shorts, tee-shirt, pants, shirt, tie, socks, coat, and shoes by the bed. Did I forget anything? I haven't had a husband around like Diana has, so I'm a little new at this kind of thing."

Laura had on the standard black, plunging neckline dress that they all wore, except the one getting 'married.' Apparently coached by Diana, Laura knelt in front of him, lovingly kissed the head of his dick, then standing, said "Make me proud." Spinning on her spikes, she put her shoulders back, stuck her breasts out, and strutted from the bedroom.

Jeff's hands were already shaking by the time he picked up his shorts. He thought he would never get the tie tied properly.

When Diana walked in to escort him, he almost lost it. Disdaining to notice, Diana lightly kissed him and pulled his hand inside the top of her dress to cup her breast. Clearing his throat, Jeff said in a near normal voice, "Fuck her brains out, right?" He didn't even try to grin.

"Make her walk funny, Husband."

Taking her husband's arm, she escorted a dry-mouthed Jeff down the hall.

When they made the last turn and stopped to look at Arlene standing in her white 'wedding' dress, his vision tunneled and grayed out around the edges. He forced himself to breathe. I wasn't this scared when I was almost certain that I was going to die the next minute in combat.

He felt Diana nudge his arm. He managed to put one foot forward, then the other. I can't look at Diana. If there are tears on her face, I'll bawl like a baby. Don't mess it up for Arlene, you fool. Smile, dammit, he admonished himself.

Jeff didn't even notice that there were as many tears on his face as there were on Arlene's, but Arlene did.

Somehow, when Diana released his arm, he was able to take Arlene's and say, "My Lady. Shall we go in to dinner?"

Arlene pulled his arm tight against her breast as he pushed the dining room door open and escorted her in.

Diana served the wine to her daughter, and then to her husband. Arlene and Jeff chatted, and Jeff managed to tell a small joke. He treated her like the lady she was, and Jeff caught the look of pride on Diana's face.

After the usual pictures, they walked to the honeymoon suite, where he tenderly kissed Arlene's trembling lips, then picked her up. Turning, he looked down the hall where his other wives had gathered. Winking at them, he slowly walked through the open doorway into the suite with his newest bride in his arms.

He gently sat her on the couch and stood up. He stared at his daughter/wife sitting there so prim and proper. Stunned, he looked at her as he tried desperately to think of something to say. Say that is, assuming he could get his mouth to work. Finally, he croaked, "I love you."

It was inane, he thought, to not be able to say something profound under the circumstances. But the way Arlene flew out of her seat and swarmed up him to lock her mouth onto his, he figured he must have hit the high points, anyway. He didn't even ask her if she wanted any more wine, he just picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

"I love you. I love you," he kept saying as he gently put her on the bed.

If Arlene were displeased with his limited discourse, she didn't show it. She just looked at him with absolute adoration. He never did remember removing his clothes, but he would always remember taking every stitch of hers off.

He kissed her mouth, until Arlene had to encourage him to start toward her breasts. When his hands and mouth eventually wound up at her breasts, he realized that she was literally strutted with milk. She has to be uncomfortable with all that milk. Well there's a remedy for that, and I happen to love the remedy.

Jeff kissed and nursed her breasts with no concern for how long he took. He just wanted to please her. Eventually, he reluctantly released her turgid nipples, and kissed downward, having lost count of how many orgasms she had while he nursed her.

He worked down her stomach, paid homage to her navel, then kissed around her sex, working his way down the inside of her thighs. He kissed the inside of her knees, and eventually wound up at her feet. He kissed, and gently sucked each of her toes, then worked back up her thighs. As he again neared her sex, Arlene made a frustrated noise, grabbed the back of his head, and jerked his mouth to her center.

As he gently kissed her nether lips, she exploded, ramming her pussy up against his mouth. The scream she emitted was louder by far than anything he had ever heard her utter. It went on and on, her back and hips raised completely off the bed, until she suddenly stopped, grunted and collapsed.

She scared him to the core of his being as she seemed to wait forever before she took a shallow, shuttering breath, then eventually, another. It seemed like minutes before her breathing was anywhere near normal.

He took his newest wife in his arms and cuddled her close, his cock limp against his leg, his sexual urges completely forgotten. Damn!

After ten minutes, he called Diana on the intercom. "Hon, she's been out for ten minutes."

Interrupting, Diana said, "Well, I guess you fucked her brains out then," she laughed.

"Uh, I just kissed her, uh, pussy."

Diana hesitated for a moment, then started laughing. "Do you mean to tell me that you two have been in there for an hour and a half, and you have been kissing her all that time?"

"Uh, most of it," Jeff admitted.

Diana took the phone away from her mouth and told the others what had happened. Back on the phone, she said, "Well, no wonder, Jeff." Still chuckling, she asked, "Should I come down? Are you concerned about her?"

"Well, no. I'm just a little amazed I guess."

"Wash her face, get her something to drink. Kiss her enough to warm her back up again, and fuck her brains out, Husband," she said, laughing so hard she could hardly complete the statement. The phone went dead as she hung up.

Thirty minutes later, Jeff had washed her face and gotten Arlene a coke. After nursing her breasts, then kissing and licking her pussy and clit until she pulled at him, he positioned himself at her opening. Even though he had been having sex with Arlene for several weeks, it seemed so different this time.

Pushing gently forward, he entered her wet channel until the head of his cock was a couple of inches inside her. Pulling back a little, he pushed forward until he was about half way in. As they stared into each other's eyes, her pussy spasmed and clamped down forcefully on his cock. He expected the spasm to end when her orgasm did, but it did not. She seemed to just clamp harder. Crap. Has Diana been teaching her the exercises?

Arlene's eyes popped open after her orgasm tapered off. "Oh, Dad, something's wrong. I ... can't release. It's like a cramp, or something." she forced out.

Stunned, Jeff looked at her. I could probably pull out, but as hard as she's holding me, I know I will hurt her, probably me, too. There is no way I can push into her.

Jeff had heard of women that were so afraid of sex that they couldn't let their new husband push inside them, their muscles clamping their vagina closed, but Arlene wasn't scared of him. They had done this many times.

Arlene grabbed her stomach. "Dad, my muscles really hurt. It's like a cramp from running, or something," she gasped.

Unable to think of anything else, desperate, he tickled her on both her sides at the same time.

Astonished, she looked at him. He tickled her again, grinning this time to go with it. She screamed, grabbed his hands trying to get away, and her pussy released, his cock popping out. He kissed her hard, then shoved his cock back into her passage, this time, smoothly until he nudged her cervix.

She shivered, humped her pussy against him, mumbled, "You're the best, Dad," and came. It only got better from there.

After about five minutes, and many orgasms for Arlene, she kissed him, panting, and said, "Come in me. Just come in me."

Jeff focused, increased his rhythm, and a minute later his semen began to gush. Arlene clamped her legs behind his, screamed in his ear and came again. When his come stopped spurting, he rested inside her for a moment before he realized his penis had not wilted in the slightest. Arlene knew it too, and started moving against him again.

An hour later, he came for the third time without taking his cock out of Arlene. When it finished spurting, he rolled onto his back. His prick flopped against his leg, completely soft. After regaining his breath somewhat, he pulled her into his arms. As she turned on her side, pressing her breasts against him, he could see sperm coating her mons, her thighs, and when he rose up to look past her, the bed where she had been lying.

They were both asleep in seconds.

Later, he awoke with the taste of his favorite type of milk in his mouth. After kissing her, he got up to get a warm, wet cloth and a towel. He gently cleaned her, and when she went to the bathroom, he changed the bottom sheet on the soaked bed.

When she came back, worried that they were overdoing it, he said, "Baby, why don't we just snuggle and get some sleep. Your pussy is pretty swollen."

Arlene gave out her quiet, sexy giggle that drove him nuts. Bouncing on the bed, going to all fours, she stuck her ass up at him, looked over her shoulder, and said, "Mount up Cowboy, we haven't even started yet."

Jeff was concerned about her, but apparently his dick wasn't, it was so hard that it almost touched his belly. Pulling it down to her swollen pussylips, he pushed gently forward.

"Hard, dammit. Hard. Fuck my brains out. Make me walk funny."

As he walked down the hall with her in his arms, he looked at his daughter/wife. Her eyes were hooded, and there was a little grin on her face.

"Baby, I'm worried about you. Your lips are swollen so much it scares me. I can just imagine what your inside feels like."

"The inside feels just great, just like the outside, Daddy. This has been the most wonderful night of my life."

"I think we had better go straight to the hot tub. I'll put you in, then get the others..."

Arlene stiffened in his arms. "No you won't. Carry me into that kitchen like you did everybody else. I get to show my pussy just like they did. I'm proud of the way my pussy looks. Don't you dare carry me to the hot tub until I can show them."