Every Schoolboy’s Dream Ch. 08 by TrampsAnThieves

Every Schoolboy’s Dream Ch. 08 by TrampsAnThieves

~~~ Saturday ~~~

We slept late, had breakfast delivered to our room, packed our things, and checked out of the hotel. A limousine was waiting for us when we walked outside. The driver took us on a quick tour of Reno and then stopped at the county clerk’s office for Kasey to pick up some papers. From there, we headed for Lake Tahoe. Along the way, we stopped at several scenic locations – where Kasey took pictures of me and her mom – and her mom took pictures of me and her daughter – and the driver took photos of the three of us. At each spot, we took some serious shots, some sexy shots, and some fun ones.

Arriving at the hotel, we ate a late lunch in the bistro and then went to check in. Kasey handed our bags to a porter and dragged us off to get our hair, make-up, hands, and feet done. I argued that I would rather go take a nap. We resolved the issue by doing things democratically. I lost 2-to-1. My nails have never looked so good. My fingernails turned out nicely as well. I protested by flirting with the young Asian girl who was working me over. I thought I was doing pretty well until the shop owner walked by, overheard my banter, and informed me that the girl didn’t speak English. My wife got entirely too much joy out of that.

When we were finished with the torture session – physical & mental – my wife took her mother and me out to a pretty view of the lake. While her mother was distracted – looking at Lake Tahoe – Kasey bumped my elbow, handed me a ring-box, took out her phone, and nodded towards her mother. I opened the box to find an engagement ring inside. I dropped to one knee just as Kasey’s mom turned back to see what she & I were up to. When she saw me – and the box in my hand – she gasped and threw her hands up to cover her mouth.

“Kelsey Williams …” I began.

“Yes. Yes! YES! Fuck, yes! Oh – Kasey!”

I was still down on one knee – still holding the ring box – still waiting – as my two lovers embraced, kissed, cried, and hugged some more. When they finally turned back to me, I asked my wife if she had gotten the picture and she cursed loudly.

After fixing the worst of her mother’s tear-streaked mascara, we staged the photos that she needed. We had pictures of me kneeling, her mom’s surprised look, the ring sliding onto her finger, and the kiss to seal the deal. After we were finished with the pictures, we headed back to the spa – to get her makeup repaired for the wedding.

Once that was complete, Kasey finally allowed us to go to the room – the honeymoon suite (obviously). There, I discovered the reason that I had been told I couldn’t ditch the girls to come here. Almost every available space was filled with wedding stuff.

Kasey called the desk to inform them that she was ready and – within minutes – a veritable army of employees showed up to haul off flowers, flowers, and more flowers – as well as an archway, candles, and a bunch of stuff that I didn’t even know words for.

I moved to the balcony – to get out of the way – and to take a minute to check out the view. Kasey’s mom started to join me but her daughter was after us to get our clothes changed. With fewer boxes to search through, it was easier to find the ones that were for me.

A photographer materialized – as if from thin air – and began snapping pictures of the three of us. Once I was dressed, Kasey sent me downstairs – to wait just outside of the lobby while they finished getting ready. The girls arrived – with the paparazzi in-tow – and Kasey directed me – eyes forward – towards a terrace – where I discovered all of the items from our room had been relocated – and set up.

Finally, I was allowed to turn to look at my bride. She was breathtaking – even more beautiful than normal. In the glow of the late afternoon sun, she was radiant.

Kasey’s mom had a strapless dress that wrapped tightly around her midsection – magnifying her slender body – and showcasing her already magnificent breasts. At her hips, the wrapped-look transitioned into a sleek & slender gown that further highlighted all of her amazing assets – including her amazing ass.

The gown was snow-white.

Mrs. Williams had attempted to object to the color but she was summarily shot-down when her daughter informed her that she had never been untrue to Kasey’s father – or her husband-to-be – and that there was no reason in the world she should wear any other color. Her mother had quietly nodded and accepted what she could not change and – by rights – had no reason to. Kasey was wearing the wedding dress she had worn a few weeks before – for our ceremony.

The officiant walked up and – as the sun began to set – Mrs. Kelsey Williams & I took our places, holding hands, facing one another. When the man asked, “Who gives this bride?” Kasey answered, “I do,” and her mother fought to keep the tears from returning.

As she battled her emotions to maintain her composure, I leaned a little closer and stage-whispered, “You look hot.”

She smirked at me and nodded at the man to continue.

He read the scriptures and we professed our love, offered each other our vows, and exchanged the rings. Once the man had declared Kelsey & me “husband & wife”, my newest bride kissed me long & hard – which made my cock long & hard. My nuts were already churning – anticipating the consummation of our union.

At this point, Kasey’s directives deviated from the standard wedding script.

My first wife stepped up and grabbed my right hand with her left – and her mom’s left with her right – and she joined our circle. Kasey had written vows – and we repeated them to each other – each of us to the other partners in the relationship – with promises to support, protect, and strengthen – what Kasey referred to as a “braid of three strands”.

Looking back and forth between my two wives, I will admit that I was lost in a cloud of love & lust that only dissipated when I heard the photographer sniffling as she continued to snap pictures.

When we were finished, Kelsey & I signed the marriage certificate along with the minister – as officiate – and Kasey as witness. Once that was finished, Kasey revealed one more document – a form to submit a name change from our home state. Kasey’s mom lunged – to hug her – and I grabbed the form from her grasp before it was destroyed in the tumult.

At that point, Kasey informed her mother that she estimated it was going to take her about an hour to work with the hotel staff to get everything packed away. She suggested that the two of us go find something to do to keep ourselves occupied.

Kelsey & I each gave her a quick kiss – and then I scooped her mother into my arms and carried her towards the hotel – and the elevator that would take us to the honeymoon suite – and the king-size bed. Behind us, the staff was applauding – and the photographer was still snapping pictures – and sniffling.

My new bride & I were already making out as I carried her onto the lift. I was intently focused on her breath-taking lips but she somehow managed to hit the right button to get us moving. When we arrived at our floor, we were still playing sucky-face and the door closed – leaving us inside. My lover reached around, blindly, until she hit the button to reopen it.

When I stepped into the hall – and saw the door to the room – the gateway to paradise – I swore loudly. I had suddenly realized that neither of us had grabbed a keycard.

At that moment, an out-of-breath staff member came racing from the stairwell – holding a card aloft. Seeing that my arms were full, he handed it to the lady in white – and then carefully dodged around us to hit the call-button – to disappear into the elevator.

Mrs. Williams – Kelsey – my bride – my new wife – giggled nervously as she first failed – and then succeeded – in convincing the keycard reader to let us into the room.

She tossed the card aside as I carried her to the bed and laid her on it – climbing on top of her to collect a few more passionate kisses. We tried removing each other’s clothing as we made out – but it didn’t work. We kissed until we were panting – and then separated to strip. I helped her with a zipper but – otherwise – we each hurriedly disposed of our separate clothing. We were both naked – and falling onto the bed together – in a matter of seconds.

She went to her back in the center of the huge bed and I leapt between her legs.

She pulled her legs up & back, grabbed hold at the knees, and spread herself open wide. I buried my flesh-sword – to the hilt – inside of her. I kissed her madly as I began driving my aching penis into her – frenzied – holding her face as I kissed her hard & fucked her harder. Her feet & ankles wrapped around me – locking me inside her velvety heavens – as I fucked her as if I only had seconds left to live. The first orgasm exploded from her body – covering me. My senses were full of her – eyes, mouth, tongue, and nose – and every single one magnified my lust. I groped, grabbed, and gripped every part of her luscious body. Her hands were everywhere on me – and my body was on fire. I fucked her like an animal in heat – heedless of anything but my intense need – the need to fill her with my seed. Her body trembled – as she came a second time – and I continued to pound my cock into her gripping tightness. My thrusts were long & full – our sweaty, slippery bodies slapping together with each impact – the large bedroom filled with our growls and the noises of our feral love-making.

At last I sensed my end on the horizon and I rushed to meet it.

I threw her legs off of me, grabbed & held her by her hips, and jackhammered my prick in & out of her amazing pussy. Her moans & growls were only interrupted by her calling my name – demanding that I breed her. My testicles clenched – and answered her cry – and I began pumping every drop of my seed into my new wife. I came so hard that I groaned as the blasts fired from my body into hers. She pulled my face to hers and her channel clenched around me – and her pussy erupted – as her body returned fire.