Half an hour later, they were at the house of Judge Aikens, a friend of Steven's who had agreed to perform the ceremony. Steven and Mrs. Aikens were to serve as legal witnesses. The judge's wife had a hard time not looking openly disapproving, and Mark got the feeling that she thought this was a case of two people having to get married. Kristen hadn't seemed to notice, yet, but . . . He sighed quietly and, when the opportunity arose, quietly asked Kayla to take the woman aside and explain that it wasn't the case.
Kayla shook her head and whispered back to him, “She won't believe it. Or, if she did, She'd just think that Steven was selling his daughter to some sort of pervert or something."
Mark frowned. "Damn. I just wish . . . could you ask her to at least pretend to be happy? I don't want Kristen's wedding day ruined."
"Hmm, yeah. I think I might can figure something out."
A little while later, Mark saw her whispering quietly to the woman in the corner. Mrs. Aikens looked at Kristen with a softened expression, then turned an approving gaze on Mark. He relaxed in relief, only to receive a tiny bit of apprehension when Kayla grinned mischievously from across the room and winked at him.
Uh-oh, he thought, and raised an eyebrow, his eyes plainly beckoning to the girl. She pretended to consider whether or not to ignore him, then grinned again and strolled over to him. "Hmmm?" she asked innocently.
"Okay, so what did you say?" he asked.
She smiled sweetly up at him, and was silent just long enough to make him squirm, then laughed and shook her head. "You're so easy," she said with a giggle. "Don't worry, I just used the truth, sort of. That Kris had been wild, but wanted to settle down now, but the guys at school wouldn't let her, and that you were marrying her to protect her."
His lips twitched with a barely suppressed smile. "Heh. That works."
The ceremony went smoothly, though Kristen's voice shook as she repeated the vows that Mark had carefully customized for her. In actuality, they were fairly traditional, but he had felt that under the circumstances it would be best to leave out the bit about 'forsaking all others,' given that such a vow could conceivably kill Kristen. At the end, he gathered her into his arms and very gently but passionately kissed her. She melted happily against him for a moment before drawing back with a smile. "Well . . . we did it. What do we do now?"
Steven had rented them a honeymoon suite at the nicest hotel and rented himself a room at a different (but still quite nice) hotel nearby. They dropped him off at his hotel and he handed Mark the car keys. The plan was a nice dinner, a romantic movie, and a couple hours at Game Works, a particularly large, flashy, well-stocked arcade that Mark knew about. Perhaps not the most romantic of honeymoons, but the very normality of it was incredibly appealing to Kristen; it was what any girl her age might do on a date. Well, except for the part where she brought along a girlfriend.
Mark watched the girls, looking for clues as to whether Kristen was considering this outing something between a couple and a friend, or a threesome. He didn't really get any concrete answer. The girls were giggling a lot, and walked around with their arms around each other quite a bit, but Kristen seemed more reserved with Mark, as if she weren't quite sure what he would want. Her guilty glances at him let him to pull her aside and quietly say, "Honey, it's okay. Don't worry about being more demonstrative with her than me."
She frowned unhappily and looked at the floor, unsure how to react to that, and he smiled and said, "Love, it's okay. I don't mind. I know you love me."
She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to understand. "Mark . . . it' not that I don't want to touch you . . . I just don't know what you're comfortable with, or how much we can get away with without people looking at you like you're a pedophile."
"I know, love," he said, nodding. "I'm not sure how much we can get away with, either." He grinned at her, eyes sparkling. "Besides, if anyone objects to the two of you, they'll complain to me, and I can tell them my that what my wife does is none of their business." She giggled and squeezed his hand, happy and reassured.
After dinner, though, in the back row of the dark theater, Kristen put Mark in the middle and they both snuggled up to him, as if to make up for neglecting him elsewhere. Mark smiled and slid an arm around each girl, enjoying the unusual treat of being in the middle without any complaint at all. He especially had no complaint about the lingering kisses the girls took turns giving him.
During a long, dull stretch of the movie, Kristen slid out of her seat and into the floor. "What are you doing?" he whispered. She didn't answer, just slipped between his knees, and he realized her intent with shock and a bit of alarm. "Love!"
"Shhhhh . . . " She put a finger up to cover his lips and her expression, in the dim light, was pleading. Looking down at her, he remembered that they hadn't had sex the night before. She wasn't glowing when she woke up that morning, and it was well past lunchtime, close to 3 in the afternoon. He stared at her, frozen with indecision . . . she needed him, but if they got caught . . . but it was dark, and they were in the very back . . .
She rubbed her cheek against the crotch of his pants, and his cock stiffened and pressed against the zipper. He closed his eyes. The theater was fairly empty, too. In fact, there wasn't anyone seated within six or seven rows of them, he realized. They were relatively safe. Still . . . He glanced at Kayla, checking her reaction.
Kayla smiled in the dim light and snuggled up to Mark's side, reaching down to gently stroke Kristen's hair back from her face. As Kristen nuzzled his balls through his pants, he eyed the long, loose, black velvet skirt Kayla was wearing and decided to suggest Kristen do her next, if she hadn't already planned to.
Kristen captured his entire attention when she nipped at him gently through the cloth, then slowly tugged his zipper down with her teeth. His cock sprang out, hitting her soft cheek, and it was all he could do not to groan as she opened her mouth and slid it along the length of him. Kayla didn't make things any easier when she decided to help by sliding her hand up his shirt and playing with his nipples.
He concentrated on remaining quiet as Kristen slid her mouth over the head of his dick and started to move slowly up and down. Her little tongue flicked around and over the soft flesh, causing him to shiver and bite his lip with the effort not to moan. Kayla watched her for a few moment, then slid partway out of her seat and bent as Kristen slid her head up. She cupped Kristen's chin, drawing her gently off of Mark for a moment and kissing her passionately.
Kristen returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping her hand around Mark's cock and gently stroking it as she did so. He watched, his cock rock-hard in her hand, and whispered, "Is this my present?"
She drew back, tugging Kayla down to suck him while she smiled up at him. "No. You'll get your present later. This is my dinner."
"Ah," was all the answer he was capable of as Kayla slid her mouth over his cock. After that, the girls took turns with his cock. The seemed to be competing to see who could take him more deeply, and remaining quiet, though he managed it, was very, very difficult.
Kayla slid the rest of the way out of her seat and squeezed in behind Kristen, putting her arms around her and slipping one hand under the short little skirt and between her legs. Kristen gasped quietly, then smothered her moan by pressing Mark's cock deep into her mouth. She swallowed his cock, letting it slip into her throat, working her mouth and tongue along the shaft. Mark could feel her throat vibrating with silent moans as Kayla's fingers stroked between her legs.
Mark couldn't hold back long; the very nature of the experience excited him unbearably. The fact that he was in a public place, with two beautiful fourteen year old girls kneeling between his legs, one of them with his cock buried in her throat while the other girl rubbed her clit with one hand and her breasts with the other . . . well . . . it was impossible to resist under those circumstances. He came, hard, biting his lip to keep from crying out as his cum shot down Kristen's throat.
Kayla grabbed Kristen's hair, pulling her head back as she slid off of Mark's cock, and kissed her deeply. Kristen returned the kiss hungrily, rubbing against the smaller girl's body for a long moment before urging her back up into her seat and ducking beneath the full skirt, fully intending to repeat the performance on her girlfriend.
Mark couldn't see much, but he could tell that Kristen was doing quite, quite well from the way Kayla stiffened, her fingers clenching hard on the arms of the seat, and her breathing grew harsh and ragged. It was only moments before she turned her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder, muffling her low moan as she came. She shuddered again and again, arching against the chair until she finally collapsed, panting, back into the seat.
Kristen crawled from beneath Kayla's skirt, a touch of luminescence in her eyes. He reached down and pulled her up to him, tilting her head up for his kiss. He ran his tongue over her lips, licking the cunt juice from them, then kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her hungry little mouth. His hands ran up and down her back, and she shivered, then pulled back and smiled up at him. "I love you," she whispered before slipping back into her own seat and cuddling up against his shoulder just in time to watch the happy ending.
Mark barely saw the last bit of the movie at all. He was still in a bit of shock. Pleasant shock, of course, but still . . . he was in a position that most men would kill to occupy, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of wonder at it all. It was one of those things which seemed just to good to be real. Automatically, his mind turned things over and over, looking for anything that might go wrong, wanting to have solutions to offer. So, as the closing credits started to roll, he leaned over and whispered in Kristen's ear, "Love? Have you talked to Kayla about what we talked about last night?"
She nodded, but gave no other answer.
"What exactly did you tell her?" he asked.
"Mark . . . " She looked up at him, a touch of nervousness in her eyes. "Not now? Trust me, please?"
There was no way he was going to do anything to upset her. Not today. He smiled, making an effort to push both curiosity and any lingering worry out of his mind. "Okay," he agreed, and got a happy, adoring smile in return.
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