Chapter 170

As soon as the wedding was over, Selina, in her bridesmaid dress, hurried to retrieve her kitten from Dave.

"Thank you for attending to my kitten, Mr. Henson. I did not hear a single pop. I feared that Billy would attempt to regain my shoulder during the ceremony, thus causing a distraction."

Dave chuckled as he passed Billy to his mistress. "I thought about what Jeff had said the Ship did to keep Billy from teleporting into solid objects, so I just kept a hand constantly on him. I don't know whether that interfered with his teleporting or not, but he never left me and seemed content to sit on my lap and be petted. Maybe the Ship installed some type of failsafe or something in his mind. It ... just seemed to be a reasonable assumption since she told Jeff that Billy would not teleport into anything solid."

Selina stood for a second, then, "That is, indeed, a reasonable assumption. I had failed to consider that. Perhaps we should deliberate another aspect, however. Would the teleportation, as it ensued, include your appendage? Hypothesize that Billy could teleport while your hand was on him. Would he, therefore, take your hand with him?"

Dave showed no reaction other than his eyes widening a bit. "Never thought of that, but he doesn't take part of your clothing as he teleports from your shoulder..."

"His teleportation has frequently involved solid objects at some point in the trajectory." The little genius continued dryly, "Thus it logically follows that he could still teleport with your hand on him without presenting danger to you or him. I shall have to confirm this hypothesis without endangering anyone. I must contemplate this for a time..."

"Or ask the Ship," Evie said as she walked up, having finished her duties at the piano.

"Very logical," Selina responded after a half second of contemplation. "I should have considered that alternative."

Evie smiled down at the six-year-old. "Are you going to take him to the reception?"

"That was my original intention. Any effort to isolate Billy in his kennel or lock him in my bedroom has become a senseless endeavor. A previous attempt to confine Billy in that manner resulted in his teleportation into the hallway where he sat, apparently waiting for me to discover his location. I scolded him. Perhaps he now recognizes the significance of my censure. Hmmm, no, that isn't likely at this juncture. I should take Billy back to our suite and remain there with him during the reception."

"And just how long do you think it would take Diana to realize that you were missing?"

Selina knew the question was rhetorical so she didn't answer.

Evie continued with, "Linda and Kim are serving, so I get to visit with my husband. Diana told me she is expecting Billy to pop around, and she was obviously amused at the thought. I've heard that cats can't taste sweets, so maybe he'll stay away from the cake. Anyway, Dave and I will be free to help watch him should you need us."

Art, Sandra and Bobby stood in the hallway just outside the honeymoon suite. Art tried to work his fingers down his shirt collar in the back, but he couldn't seem to reach the rice that had been stuffed there. Sandra and Bobby both tried to help, but their amusement and stifled giggles weren't improving the situation.

Art, resigning himself to the rice, picked Bobby up. Laughing, the new wife waved to the others who stood watching farther down the hall.

"Get a room," someone yelled out from the crowd.

"Good idea," Art called back as he carried Bobby into the sitting room of the suite. Seconds later, he was back to scoop Sandra up. Inside the suite, he put Sandra down on the couch beside her sister. "I love you two, but the first thing I have to do is get this rice out of my collar."

Art tossed the tux jacket on the other end of the couch. The cummerbund and tie followed in short order. He managed to get the shirt buttons undone, then jerked the shirt out of his pants to the accompaniment of rice sprinkling the carpet.

"They were good to Bobby and me," Sandra said. "They threw some rice at us, but most of it was directed at you."

"This wasn't thrown. Somebody stuffed a handful down my collar when all those women mobbed us, but I'm not sure who it was."

"It was Arlene and Hope," Sandra offered. "Arlene jerked the collar back while Hope dumped a handful in."

"Payback for my having her draw her rapist, probably."

The sisters looked at each other before Bobby spoke. "I doubt if it's payback. Probably she just likes you."

"Well, I doubt that." Art pulled his tee shirt out of his pants to let the last of the grains fall out.

The women stood. Sandra ran her hand under the tee shirt from the bottom to brush a few grains from his back. "Feel better now?"

"Oh, heck yeah."

Sandra was doing more than just brushing a clinging grain or two from her new husband's back. Her hand slid slowly up and down his spine, then with both hands under his tee shirt, she pushed them around to his chest seeking out his nipples as Bobby stepped in to kiss him passionately.

Art grimaced as Sandra gently pulled on his nipples. "Oops. Did that hurt or something?" she asked, stopping her ministrations for a moment.

"'Or something, '" he chuckled. "My little friend is trapped in my jockstrap and your hands and Bobby's kisses are making him want out."

Bobby grabbed the front of his tee shirt while Sandra did the same to the back. In a flash, they had the shirt over his head. Art made a grab for Bobby, reaching around her back to fumble for the tiny zipper to her dress, but without having any luck. "No fair. You two are fully clothed while I'm..."

Bobby had undone his belt and loosened his pants. Sandra helped jerk them and his shorts down to his feet, knelt and tried to lift his foot. "Get your shoes off, Baby."

Seconds later, he was nude with his cock standing almost straight up. "Let's go," the two nurses said in unison as they took his hands.

The women tried to wrestle him onto the bed, but he stood firm, withstanding their efforts. "My turn, Wives."

"No," they chorused.

"We want to be taken by our man while we're still wearing our wedding dresses," Bobby continued.

"But ... the dresses might very well be ruined," Art tried.

The sisters had apparently thought this out, though. They unconsciously joined hands as they smiled at their husband. "We'll only marry once, so the dresses will never be worn again, unless someday we have daughters who might wear them," Sandra said for both of them. "Our hymens are gone, so there won't be any blood. If we get something on our dresses, so what? It will either come out at the cleaners, or it won't. If it doesn't, we can look at our wedding dresses forty years from now and remember what a good time we had on our wedding night."

"But..." Art's objection trailed off as Bobby dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, shit," he moaned as the intense feeling washed over him. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself, but the blowjob suddenly stopped.

"I'll finish that later. We don't want to waste your come. We want it in our ... pussies for now."

As Bobby rose from her knees, Sandra lay on the bed, pulling her skirt above her hips in the back to give at least a token effort to keeping the dress from being soiled. Bobby lay down with her sister, then when Sandra motioned to remind her, pulled her skirt above her hips the way Sandra had.

They both patted the bed between them. "Come make love to us," Bobby whispered as Sandra smiled an invitation to their husband.

Art moved between them, kissing first one, then the other. As his hand slid down the plunging neckline of Sandra's dress, he discovered why he had only been able to see enough breast to tantalize. "Tape," he chuckled as he gently pulled the dress free to expose her right breast.

Bobby ran her hand over Art's back as he leaned to suckle her sister's nipple. "Wouldn't do for our boobs to have fallen out during the wedding."

"Oh, my," Sandra gasped out, "nursing my nipples is even better now that I know I'm going to have your cock in me." She put a hand on either side of his head to gently pull his face to hers, then reached down to pull the front of the dress above her nude groin. "Push it up me, Lover. We can play later when Bobby and I are too sore for anything else. Right now I need you to push your cock up me. Make me your woman."

"You didn't have any panties on during our wedding?"

"Nope. Neither of us," Sandra giggled. "Now get busy, Husband."

"Do her, Lover," Bobby encouraged as she reached a hand down to move the dress from Sandra's other breast so both would be exposed. "Isn't she perfect?"

Art chuckled. "Yeah, she is. The two of you have almost identical bodies, and you know it, so I can't get into trouble by saying Sandra's breasts are perfect, because as you well know, yours are too. I still can hardly believe both of you agreed to marry me."

Almost before he realized what Bobby was doing, she reached between his legs, grasped his cock and guided it to Sandra's entrance. "Push, Husband. Make love to my sister."

Art locked his mouth to Sandra's as he gentled his cock forward. Her entrance was tight, but after a second the head of his cock popped in producing a quickly muffled yelp from Sandra.

"Hurt?" he worried as he took his mouth from hers.

"Nun uh," she whispered. "It ... Just push some more, but go slow. You're way bigger than the guy who took our virginities, and that was back in high school. Nothing has been in there since."

He felt her tremble, but he wasn't sure exactly why. He pushed another couple of inches in, spreading her pussy. "Oh, my," she gasped, her body trembling.

"You okay?"

"Uh huh. Push, " she gasped out.

He chanced to glance over at Bobby, who was now lying on her side as near to her sister as she could get without interfering. Realizing that Bobby had her hand under her skirt, he reached over to gently kiss her for a second. She kissed him back, then pulled away. "Push it up her," she growled. "I want to come when she does and I can't hold it off much longer."

Art drew back a little, then shoved deeper. Damn, she's tight. Jeff told me about his little joke with his dick in a sling. If Bobby is this tight, too, I'm going to have a sore dick in the morning.

Sandra grasped his hips, then pulling her legs back to give herself leverage, rammed upward, skewering herself on his cock. He hit bottom at the same time he ran out of dick. Sandra let out a high-pitched wail and thrashed under him, trying to hump her pussy up to him as she orgasmed. That apparently set Bobby off, because she wiggled around with a hand buried under her skirt, finally curling up in a fetal position, a shiver occasionally passing through her body.

He reached down and pulled Sandra's skirt higher so he could better see his connection with her. When he looked back, Sandra was staring at him, "I think I'm going to like this," she said with twinkling eyes and a trembling voice. "Now fuck me. Make love to me. I want some more of those orgasms."

Art pulled his cock back a little, and thinking about a suggestion he had gotten from various websites on how to please your woman, tried to angle the head of his dick so that it would rub harder along the top side of Sandra's vagina, trying for her G-spot. He did that for several thrusts, varying how much he pulled back, but continuing to be gentle. After slowly thrusting for about a minute, he shoved in all the way and tried to make a circle with his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against what he thought was her cervix.

Sandra looked at him, her eyes open wide again. She began to say something but rocketed into another orgasm. He held tight into her until she settled down somewhat, then began a steady thrusting while occasionally holding hard into her for a few seconds. Although her pussy was tighter than any woman he had ever had – which didn't cover a large territory – he was nowhere near coming. His focus had been on pleasing his new wife. After a while, her face and chest, including her breasts, were flushed and her orgasms were coming almost back to back.