Chapter 177

Quinton Tate stood in front of the honeymoon suite, his women close around him as they all waved to the people down the hall.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Jeff called out.

For some reason, Tate's wives thought the cliché was hilarious, and choking back her laughter, Elizabeth called out, "We're going to test that out in a few minutes."

Tate was sure everyone could see his blush even at that distance. He tossed Virginia over one shoulder, then with a laughing Elizabeth over the other, pushed the door fully open, walked into the suite and sat the women on the couch. Back in the hallway, he lifted his two nieces to his shoulders, spun around to hear them squeal, then carried them inside the suite, pushing the door closed with his foot.

"Be back for you two in a minute," he told Elizabeth and Virginia as he continued on into the bedroom with the giggling girls. Returning to the sitting room a moment later, he bent forward as the sisters leaned across his shoulders to facilitate his picking them up, everyone laughing or giggling.

In the bedroom, "Oh, my," Rachel said as she and Cindy noticed the ceiling mirror above the bed at the same time.

Virginia and Elizabeth paused to look up at the mirror as they were removing their wedding dresses. "I've always wanted to know what his ass looks like when he's pumping his sperm into me," Virginia said. "I've seen him while he's doing it to you, but I think it will be hot seeing him as he's doing it to me."

"Yeah," Cindy giggled, "the muscles in his hips sort of flex and his balls tighten up against his cock. It makes me hot just to think about it. Now we'll all get to see it when he comes in us."

Quinton couldn't understand why they would want to look at his ass at any time, let alone while he was getting his rocks off, but he hoped he could see their pussies to some extent while he came in them. The mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed should give him a view at times if he could manage to keep his wits about him enough to try and look behind himself while he was coming. Fat chance of that happening, he thought as he almost laughed out loud.

All four women began trying to undress him while Quinton attempted to help them with their clothing. Finally, Virginia intervened with, "Stop, Quinton. We don't need any help, and you're just delaying us." Once he quit trying to help them out of their clothes, they had him nude in seconds and themselves shortly after.

"That thing never ceases to make my stomach flutter every time I see it," Virginia said in a hushed voice as she knelt in front of Tate. Grasping his already rock hard cock, she smiled up at him.

"Glad you like it, My Love. I swear it feels like I could come for five minutes," he said as he looked down at his wife. "Not having any pussy since Sunday night, then after drinking that shake, I had to fight all the way through the wedding to keep my dick from going to full mast."

"It sure looks good now," Rachel commented as she sank to her knees beside her aunt.

Virginia licked a big dollop of pre-come off the head of his cock while continuing to look up at Quinton. "Oh, my. The smell and taste of your pre-come makes me hot, but we all promised Rachel she could be your first after the wedding."

"I don't care who. I leave that up to my wives," Quinton said, "but I need my cock in somebody."

Rachel didn't pay any attention to him, but licked the head of his cock, just as Virginia had. Quinton reached down and lifted the nude girl into his arms, then gently laid her on the bed. As he slid between her legs and began to kiss her pussy, Rachel shook her head. "Inside me," she gasped out. "Inside me," she repeated as she pulled his head away from her pussy. "Come up here and make love to me. I'm your wife now. I want you to come inside me."

Virginia rubbed her hand gently over his ass. "Each of us, Husband," she said. "We've been talking. We want you to consummate our marriage first, afterward, you can kiss our pussies and nurse our breasts to your heart's content while we suck on that beautiful cock," she finished with a giggle.

"Take me, Husband," Rachel whined. "Pump me full of your sperm. I couldn't be any more ready if you kissed my pussy all night. I'm so hot that..."

And Quinton pushed. Rachel sucked in a breath as his cock eased into her wet pussy. When he bottomed out, she thrashed beneath him for a few seconds as a climax roared through her body, then her legs locked around his hips.

"Come in her, Quint," Virginia said. "We all want your sperm. Come just as soon as you can. Make all of us your women."

Tate's plan of gently making love to each of his wives, starting with Virginia, suddenly went out the window. Rachel was rubbing her cervix on the head of his cock as if she were possessed. "Do me. Do me," she chanted as he pulled back halfway and shoved in hard. As he held in her, "No. No. Don't stop. Move now. Pump me full. I'll come again when I feel your sperm squirt into me."

I'll never understand women, the big man thought as he gave in to the inevitable and did what his wives wanted. Concentrating, he thrust his cock into the lovely teenager, his every stroke pushing against Rachel's womb as she used her leg muscles to thrust her pussy up to meet him.

"Come. Come. Come," she chanted as her internal muscles clamped down to the point that he was afraid he would tear something inside her. She threw her head back and screamed as her pussy spasmed about his cock. He was coming before he realized he was close. He came so hard it actually hurt as his hips bucked short strokes into her, her wail of release in his left ear making the ear ring. A groan from deep in his chest accompanied Rachel's howls as she felt his seed spurt into her; her legs pulled hard against his hips as she ground her groin against his, offering her womb for filling.

She clung to him, shivering as his cock pulsed seed into her. Her legs released his hips and slammed to the bed as she pushed her feet back into the mattress to get leverage to lift her pussy high. Shivering, she wailed once more and collapsed. After a moment, she took a ragged breath, but it was evident she was out.

After holding himself inside Rachel for a few minutes, Tate rolled to his back, his cock still hard. Cindy quickly straddled him as her mother guided Quinton's cock to Cindy's entrance. Quinton barely got his hands on her hips before she tried to drop on him. "Easy, Sweetheart, easy," he said as he slowed her descent.

"I want some, too," she whimpered as she squirmed her pussy around on his cock. He held her in place as he took over, his strokes slow and strong. After she had three orgasms almost back to back, he rolled them over, his strokes now faster. Cindy set up a near-constant whimper, her legs and arms locked around her brand-new husband. "Come. Come. Come," she chanted just as her sister had. And he did.

A LITTLE EARLIER AT THE CARTER RESIDENCE

Adriana, Paulette, Connie and Denise were in Paulette's bedroom on the farm as time drew near for the trip to the Retreat.

"Oh, I hope I haven't forgotten anything," Paulette worried, then, "I've never been around rich people before. I'm so gonna feel like a country bumpkin."

Adriana smiled at her daughter's nervousness. "I'm sure you'll do just fine. Diana seemed really nice on the phone. She said they would provide cold weather gear should you decide to go skiing or snowmobiling, and that you could wear shorts or jeans in the building – whatever was comfortable for you. You're invited to the other wedding tomorrow night, and if you decide to attend, you have two nice dresses in the hanging bags there to choose from," she said, nodding toward the clothes. "You will have your bridesmaids dress tomorrow for Friday night. We've triple checked everything, so you're set. Van and I will be up for breakfast in the morning, and we'll see you then. Now, let's get your stuff in the pickup before Jeremy comes in here and drags you out the door."

Denise grabbed Paulette's hanging things and Connie got her bag as Denise said, "If you think you're nervous, what about Connie and me? We're getting married. And not just that, but we're going to be married by people we hardly know, then if we do what they suggest, we're going to be living with them for a week or two. I'm having a hard time believing we're doing this, but somehow it just felt right when they asked us to be married there and stay with them for a couple weeks. Sometimes, when I think about all that's going to happen, I can hardly breathe."

"Same here," Connie added, "but they made us feel so welcome. The place is luxury to the extreme, but the Matthews and the others there treated us like family. They even called us family. I'd be amazed if you aren't just as pleased with them as we are."

"Ladies," Jeremy called from the living room, dragging out the word, "we have to drive to Winter Park, then up that mountain. We need to be moving."

"Men," Denise said, but she was smiling when she said it.

"Yeah," Connie agreed, "but he's very shortly going to be our man – forever."

"Mine too. One of these days," Paulette said, then quietly added, "I hope."

Where Paulette couldn't see, Adriana winked at Denise and Connie.

The trip up the mountain in the dark was disappointing for Paulette, since she wanted to see the scenery. All she really got to see was a big ridge of snow that the snowplows had thrown up alongside the road, and a few trees that were briefly lit under the headlights, plus an impression that they had climbed a long way.

"You'll get to see it in the morning," Jeremy assured her.

As they turned into the Matthews' driveway, they stopped while Security checked their vehicle. Although it was a different guard today, he called them by name, then as he turned to Paulette, "Ah, Ma'am, and your name, please?" he politely questioned.

"Paulette Carter," the teenager answered.

"Paulette Carter," Security repeated as he updated the database with her picture and name, none of the group realizing what his helmet was doing.

Paulette put her face against the side window of the extended cab pickup as she strained to look up the lighted driveway that seemed to go up the cliff face forever. "We're going up that?" she gasped out.

"Yep," Jeremy said as Security waved them on and the barrier rose. "Wait until you see the view from the living room."

Paulette took another look at the driveway on the cliff face and decided she needed to rest her eyes. Closing them and sliding down in her seat, she tried to not listen as the motor strained to take them to the top of the drive.

Jeremy smiled as he looked at the image of his sister in the mirror, knowing that she had closed her eyes to keep from seeing the drive, or more accurately, the drop next to the drive.

A few minutes later, they parked in the back. As they were getting out of the pickup, the door of the Retreat opened and Arlene, Nat, Nicki and Whitney rushed out to help with the luggage.

"We're a little later than I anticipated," Jeremy started.

"No problem," Arlene said. "Your timing couldn't be any better. The wedding and reception are over and the newlyweds are in the honeymoon suite, the same one you will be using Friday night."

"But we could have come up Friday just before the wedding is scheduled and wouldn't have put you to all this trouble."

Arlene and her sister-wives had grabbed a bag each. She turned to stare at Jeremy. "Nope. The fitting is in the morning, and besides, this is your home, too. Daddy wasn't kidding when he told you that. And that goes for your women, too. Also, we need to get the three of you measured for wedding bands so Mom can call your sizes in to the jewelry store. She knows the owner and he's waiting for her call. Now who is this?" she said as Paulette got out of the pickup.

"This is my sister, Paulette. Paulette, this is Arlene, but I, uh, don't remember..."

"We're all Jeff's wives," Arlene said. "This is Nat, Nicki and Whitney," she finished, nodding to each girl in turn.

"It's true then," Paulette said, "Mr. Matthews actually has fourteen wives?"

"Sure does," Nicki answered. "Fourteen very happy wives."

"And you're how old?" Paulette asked as they all started for the door.

"All four of us are sixteen," the four answered simultaneously, astonishing Jeremy and the others.