Every Schoolboy's Dream Ch. 06

He handed Kasey the card.

"What is this?" she asked.

"As you are quite aware, your father loved you - and your mother - more than life itself. He and I had a bargain. He kowtowed to his mother's demands - and - in exchange for his reluctant obedience - I agreed to secure a life insurance policy that would take care of you if anything ever happened to him.

"Why wait until now?" Kasey asked - her tone at the edge of a snarl.

"My one stipulation - when assenting to this bargain - was that you needed to be on your own two feet before I delivered this - either graduated from college or married."

Kasey turned the card over in her hand. It was from a lawyer's office.

Her grandfather turned his attention from Kasey - to her mother.

As he opened his mouth - to speak to my mother-in-law - his eyes briefly flicked to mine as he noticed me edging forward - where I could intervene, if required.

"I hope you can believe me when I say that I never wanted things to end up like this. I wish he were still here - but I'm glad he was wise enough to plan ahead. You have endured much because of your love for my son. Unfortunately, there is no way for me to repay you for your tenacity & dedication to his memory. It is a testament to your character and - no doubt - a big part of what my boy saw in you."

He turned, saw that his wife hadn't departed, and strode past her - heading towards the exit. She hurried after him. When she turned, she nearly bumped into Grandma Mitchell - and their eyes met briefly. The bitter hag took a half-step to the right and scuttled away.

As soon as the two of them were gone, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I hugged Kasey - and then her mom.

Grandma Mitchell stepped up, tugged at my elbow, and announced, "Ding dong! The witch is dead. Let's get this party started!"

Kasey wrapped her in a hug and laugh-cried. The two of us danced with her for a bit - before peeling off to dance with Pop & Mimi.

Kasey danced with Pop while I danced with Grandma Mimi - and then we switched.

I chatted with them a little longer as my bride headed off to visit and dance.

Several minutes later, she returned to me to report, "Your dad's a good dancer!"

I laughed and said, "Mom made him pay for lessons for Valentine's Day one year. He grumbled the whole time."

We had told everyone not to bring gifts - but there were still a few - and we sat down to go through them.

Nick brought a chair over for Natalie - who had a pen & notepad. She shoved him onto the seat and sat on his lap, wriggling her ass a little, grinning mischievously at him - and then giving him a little peck on the lips. He wrapped his arms around his favorite person and then loosely hugged her waist as she got to work.

Pop & Mimi gave us a big glass jar filled with a little sand - and lots of beach treasures - including the biggest shark's tooth I had ever seen. Also inside were two plane tickets (for us to come visit them over Christmas break).

Kasey cried as she got up and went to hug them - telling my grandparents that she'd never been out of the state before - or flown on a plane.

Grandma Mitchell gave us a deck of Uno cards. Kasey went to hug her as well - and thank her for being on guard-duty the whole day.

~~~ Saturday Night ~~~

It was almost dark by the time Kasey & I pulled into the driveway. Her mom had already closed down the garage and was waiting for us inside.

As soon as we stepped in, we heard her mother weeping. I closed the door, checked the deadbolt, and carried our bags into the front room - where my two lovers were hugging on the couch.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Please don't make me leave!" Mrs. Williams sobbed.

"Mom! Stop it!" Kasey ordered.

Her mom grabbed her daughter's hands, held them I her own, and looked at her.

"You heard him. You're free of her. You don't need me anymore. I'm excess baggage."

"Mom!" Kasey called - trying to get through to her.

Her mother let go of her daughter's hands - and pulled her own up to cover her face.

"Mother!"

Mrs. Williams looked up at her daughter through tear-stained eyes.

"First of all, I don't trust a word he says..."

Her mother sniffled; sound logic starting to override her chaotic emotions.

"Second, I agreed to this devil's contract of ours for two reasons: (1) you deserved guiltless sex, and (2) I was determined to test your hair-brained theory about sharing a man."

Kasey's mom sniffled again, dried her face a little - and hiccupped, "Okay..."

"Are you having guiltless sex?"

"Yes," she admitted quietly, staring at her hands, giving her daughter's arguments time to sink in.

"How's the share-test going?"

She looked at me, as if evaluating a petri-dish, "Pretty well so far..."

"Do I need to remind you that Mr. Sanderson is very interested in your... ahem... availability for the coming semester?"

"No!"

"Do you have someplace else to live?"

"No..."

"Then knock that shit off!"

My freshly-minted mom-in-law dried her face a little more and said, "Okay..."

"Even if... IF... what he said is true, that only takes care of the house and college. There's still plenty of shit to be done around here and I expect you to find a naughty little maid's outfit and make sure my husband's cock is clean whenever he's finished fucking my pussy or ass."

I leaned forward.

"This is the second time you've mentioned your ass and my dick in the same sentence. Are you...?" I started to ask.

"Not helping," she spat.

My mother-in-law - my wife's mother - my MILILF? Got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen - removing a small, plastic container from her pocket as she went.

"What happened to my semen?" I called to her.

"What semen?" Kasey inquired.

"I fucked your husband this morning," her mother reported, "then I sucked him until he nutted. I filled this - and then swallowed the rest."

She held up the container - which was now empty - grinning wickedly.

"Your grandmother can be very demanding," she said, smiling.

"No shit!" Kasey agreed.

"There has never been a reception that I have attended with her, where she did not require that I get her a cup of coffee - fixed exactly the way she likes it."

"Which is...?" Kasey asked.

"Milk and sugar."

"You didn't!" I gasped.

"I gave her Reggie's milk," she admitted to her daughter, grinning madly.

Kasey's mind started calculating.

"What did she say?" Kasey asked.

"Where's my coffee?!" her mother said, grinning at answering the wrong question.

"No - after..."

"She accused me of getting decaf - then she asked me if the milk was fresh..." she said, crooking an eyebrow at us.

I belly-laughed at that point. My mother-in-law joined me - until my bride - my wife - scowled at her to continue.

"Her cup was half-empty when I asked her if she wanted me to dump it out and start again."

"... and?"

"She refused - but told me not to fuck it up the next time."

"She drank it all?" I asked, incredulously.

"She swirled the cup around - to try to get it all - but finally stuck her finger in to rescue the last little bit of slippery slurry - and then licked her finger clean."

"Congratulations, Reggie," my wife said, laughing, "every Williams woman in the family has swallowed your splooge."

Her mother winked at me.

After a few minutes, Kasey announced, "Mother, I'm going to go fuck my husband. Would you...?"

"You'll be fine," she told her daughter. "You don't need me to hold your hand. Just let Reggie work his magic."

Looking at me she said, "You have probably already figured it out - but use just your mouth - until you can easily get three fingers sliding in & out - then she should be fine."

I nodded and stood.

I started peeling off the various pieces of the tuxedo, laying them across the arm of the sofa.

I glanced at Kasey as she pulled her wedding dress over her head and flopped it onto the other end of the couch.

We were both naked except for our socks.

I realized I was seeing her pussy for the first time - and I couldn't help but stare.

A thin, golden landing-strip hovered above her bare quim - like an angel's halo turned on its side.

She crossed her arms - and hands - defensively - in front of her body.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You're staring..." she complained.

"Do you know you're fucking beautiful?"

I looked up at her eyes and held my hand out to her.

She stepped closer - and took it - but was acting shy, all of the sudden.

"Kasey," I said, getting her attention, "I love you. We'll go at your pace. Let's just lie in your bed and hold each other. This doesn't have to happen tonight."

"Yes," she said, firmly, "it does."

She looked over at her mother - who was shaking her head slightly, "Start with talking - then you can touch. Just let it happen. Forcing it won't give you what you've been waiting for all this time."

Kasey huffed a little - setting her shoulders - and led me by the hand - up the stairs - to her bedroom - and her bed.

Everything was white! The sheets, the pillows, the quilt... I stopped - halting her approach to the bed.

She took in my look and giggled, saying, "I want there to be proof that you got my cherry."

I pulled her to face me.

"Kase, it's not 100%. You may not even bleed."

I don't know why I tried to argue. Her face told me that she knew she was right.

If any woman in the universe knew every single detail about her hymen it was Kasey - my wife.

"I'm not doubting you," I offered. "Obviously, you've done your research."

I leaned forward and kissed her.

"Can we not make this into a science experiment? I just want to hold you, to kiss you, to touch you - and maybe get a little better peek at that incredible pussy of yours that I finally got to see. I want to make out with you, caress you, taste you, and nibble on all of your delectable bits..."

She stepped directly in front of me, climbed onto my stiff rod like it was a hobby-horse, and put her arms around my neck - pulling me in for a kiss.

My dick was trapped in her gap - gripped between her legs and her sex. As she kissed me, she slid her pelvis forward & backward, grinding her labia along the top of my rigid rod.

When she finished kissing me, she asked, a little rebelliously, "What if I don't want to go slow?"

I pulled back a little, dragging my cock out of her grip. With my left hand, I grabbed her ass; with my right, I pulled my cock up against my stomach. I hefted her into the air and pulled her against my pelvis - trapping my phallus between her abs and mine. I released my dick and grabbed her other ass-cheek with my right hand.

She wrapped her legs around me and proceeded to grind herself up & down along the bottom of my cock - while hugging my neck - and sucking my soul from my body with her lips, mouth, and tongue.

Her moaning was getting louder.

My arms were getting tired.

I carried her to the bed, turned us, sat down on the mattress - and then laid on my back.

As I did, her ankles unlocked, her knees were splayed out on either side of me, and she hooked her toes inside of my thighs. Her mouth abandoned mine - and her hands went to my shoulders.

For a moment, she closed her eyes - wriggling her sex left & right - to snuggle the underside of my penis between her labia - pressing the tender skin of my member against her vagina and her clitoris.

When she had everything touching the way she wanted, she opened her eyes, and started sliding her sex forward & backward along the bottom of my dick.

The stimulation was getting to me - and I needed to take evasive action. I fixed a picture of Margaret Thatcher in my mind as she gave a press conference about building some coalition to deal with economic concerns regarding decreasing tax revenues. It didn't work.

My personal Baywatch babe - my smoking-hot 18-year-old cheerleader wife was grinding her pussy against my body with a look of pure lust.

I became worried about how fast a human's heart can beat before it bursts into flame.

I wanted, so badly, to touch her mound - to tease that landing strip - or grope those perfect breasts - but I didn't want to distract her. I would wait for her to tell me what she needed.

She smiled at me - like she'd read every thought as it passed through my mind - and then whined as her body tensed - just before her pussy spritzed my cock, balls, and crotch with a little spray of ejaculate.

Suddenly, my cock was a Slip n' Slide - and Kasey was a 9-year-old kid on a hot, summer day.

I was going to be in trouble soon.

Her slipping - and sliding - was getting frantic - and the head of my cock had gotten dangerously close to her vaginal entrance a couple times.

When it did, she would gasp - and then return to vigorously fucking herself on my rod.

"Kasey..."

I laid my palms on top of her legs - just above her knees - squeezing a little - trying to communicate that I was in trouble. Her eyes were closed. I wasn't sure she was hearing me.

"Kasey..." I called, a little louder.

Her body tensed with a small orgasm, once more, and her grinding slowed - but she was riding it out.

She slid forward - until the bottom of my cock-head was tucked into the divot of her vaginal entrance.

She squirmed and wriggled - cuddling my crown - and bumping the stimulation up exponentially.

My eyes dilated; Bruce Banner was losing control and the Hulk wanted to come out to play.

I could feel my testicles starting to shrink as they took a breath to expel their load.

"Kasey!"

I stared at her as she raised herself up, grasped my penis firmly, and shoved the mouth of my sperm-spigot into the entrance to her vagina.

The first blast fired, cleanly, into her tight channel - disappearing without a trace.

The second round - for whatever reason - squirted out - all around our joining - covering her vulva, my phallus, and her hand - in my slick spend.

Before the next wave could arrive, Kasey relaxed her legs - dropping her sex down onto mine - and my sperm-covered schlong slipped inside with a little pop.

My third round fired - lubricating her tense passage - and - in seconds - I was fully socketed into my young wife's incredibly tight pussy.

She looked down - at our joining - smiled in triumph - swiped a finger through the mess - and held up a jizz-covered fingertip that was tinged with a little pink.

She cackled in victory - and her muscles - up & down her vaginal walls - kneaded my cock.

Her head spun around when her mother said, "You just have to be right."

I chuckled.

"Did you at least let yourself enjoy it?" she asked her daughter.

"Yes, mother," she replied.

Kasey's mom looked at me.

"Roll her onto her back and fuck the shit out of her. Give her the orgasm that she doesn't even realize she needs. It's her wedding night and she's just celebrating a new PR."

I looked at Kasey's face - and then back to her mother's.

"Only if she agrees."

"He came inside of me," Kasey protested.

"A whore uses her pussy to milk men dry all night long; none of them can claim her as their woman. Ride his cock like you want to give him children."

She stepped over and nudged Kasey's shoulder.

"Go use the shower-head to douche yourself out and then get back in here and we'll start again."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because your husband doesn't want to taste his own spunk while he's eating your pussy."

She grumbled - but headed to comply.

When she returned, Mrs. Williams stuck a finger up her twat to check her.

"Mother!" she complained.

"Be good to your husband and he'll be good to you. You don't realize what a prize you have here."

Her daughter stared at her.

"Sit on his face and I'll show you how to get his pecker ready for Round 2."

"I know how to suck dick," Kasey grumped.

"Then you'd better get busy or I'm taking this boy for a ride around the block."

Kasey climbed onto my naked body and I gripped her thighs, getting a good look at her beautiful pussy.

"Clean him up first," her mother instructed.

"You made me douche..." she complained.

"He asked nothing of you and gave you everything you wanted. Clean your mess off of him and show him how much you appreciate him. If you won't, I will. Last chance."

I was a little worried about having an angry woman with her teeth near my tender-bits - but she was gentle - mostly.

I unpuckered my sphincter - relaxing - as her tongue started moving across my goodies - from my fun-bag to my cock-head.

Regardless of whether or not she was doing it willingly - the stimulation was working - and my body was responding.

My penis started reflating - and Kasey's breathing was slowing.

She was starting to get into her work - so I decided to get into mine.

I teased the tip of my tongue into her tight slit and slid it towards her anus, paused, and then back towards her clitoral hood. I didn't tongue her vagina - and I avoided her clit - for now.

She tensed a little but, then, started enjoying it - as I delved a little deeper.

I was careful to avoid the aforementioned hot-spots - but I was soon tonguing up & down her trench more quickly and firmly.

I nibbled & licked her labia - and then tongued along her landing-strip - circumnavigated her clit, once more, and headed south again.

I worked in - and then out - up - and then down - and all around her sex - still avoiding the very top and the very bottom.

Her efforts were getting better. I couldn't tell if her mom was directing her, silently, or if she was just responding to what my body was telling her. Right now it was telling her that I was going to want to fuck her very soon.

Kasey sucked my dick into her mouth and I decided it was time. I used my fingers to spread her labia - and drove my tongue into her vagina - reaching as far as I could - and trying to dig out whatever honey I could find in there.

She gasped - spitting out my cock - and trembled a little.

I licked up her slit - stopped before reaching her engorged clit - and licked my way back down again - fucking my tongue in & out of her sex.

She took the head of my cock in her mouth and jacked the shaft up & down as she sucked me.

I tossed my head side to side - bouncing my tongue against the walls of her vaginal entrance - and then traced my way north - where I finally licked her clit - and then circled it with the tip of my tongue.

"Shit!" she yelled.

I laid my tongue flat against her stiff bud and wiggled my head back and forth.

Her grip on my cock got harder and her body tensed.

"Fuck!"

I attacked her clit. I licked it, I nipped it, I tongued it, and I sucked it - and she cussed like a sailor.

When she could breathe again, she popped the head of my cock into her mouth, sucked hard, and started jacking me again.

It was time.

I rolled her onto her back and spun myself around. I pulled her ankles up next to my ears - her heels hanging behind each of my shoulders. I slid my knees & hands up under her butt - raising it - angling her vagina upward - for easy entry - and deep penetration.

My head was between her knees. I gazed down at the perfect breasts, lips, nose, eyes, ears, and chin of my beautiful bride.

I notched the tip of my dick into her tight entrance, slowly applied pressure - easing my stiff cock downward - back into her tunnel of love. She moaned & wriggled like it was the first time all over again.

I stopped every inch or so - making sure she was doing okay. Her crystal blue eyes were locked onto some point on the ceiling above me.

Once I was all the way in, I waited until her breathing normalized again. Once it did, she finally looked me in the eyes, and smiled - my angel-devil girl-woman.

I rocked my hips backward - and pulled my penis all of the way out of her vagina. I slid the tip of my dick up, along her slit, bumped it against her clit, drug it back down again - and buried it back inside of her pussy once more.