Kate Educates Jacob #12

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“I want GD to thrive, Katie. It’s important for all my family and the employees.”

Kate’s father sounded compelling. Even in his last moments, he cared dearly for those relying on the empire he’d built. Seeing his hard work wither on the vine under a yoke of poor management had been painful for the whole family but torturous for him.

Catherine’s assessment of her husband’s condition was accurate. His jaundice, the result of a cancer, had reached the liver and yellowed his skin. His body faded quickly, but he resolutely refused pain-killing drugs.

“GD will be fine, dad. Now, let’s talk about you. How are you feeling?”

“My time has come, my dear. All joking aside, I have hours to live and there’s nothing more to be said about that.”

He swivelled his head towards me with an eagle eye, judging my net worth in human rather than fiscal terms. A wry smile crossed his thin, blueing lips and I felt glad, believing he approved.

Richard reached for my hand, drawing me closer to him until he could eyeball me. A pearl of wisdom was coming my way, so I paid attention.

“Now, Jacob, you must get my daughter pregnant as quickly as possible to guarantee the next generation of Grangers. Do we have an accord?”

“It’s not my call, Sir.”

I almost laughed, but didn’t pull away from his vice like grip. Watching Kate’s father confront death was like watching a mouse square up to a starving eagle plummeting towards it while flicking the middle finger.

He’s telling death to fuck off and wait.

Richard Granger was completely unfazed by his condition, intent on making his case for those things he deemed important until the end. He studied his daughter, weighing up a speech in his head, to beseech her with a dying wish.

“Katie, please? Kids at least. Can you agree that before I go?”

“There will be kids, and the company will be fine, dad. I promise you.”

“That’s great, now pour me a damn whisky. I’m not meeting the fucking grim reaper sober.”

Richard passed away in the early evening, having secured a promise from his daughter that she would seriously consider taking over his pride and joy company as its CEO.

His first, last, and only request of me was to get Kate pregnant as soon and as many times as possible, until we filled every bedroom in the house with laughter.

I rather liked the idea, but kept that to myself.

I knew him for six hours and mostly, I’d spent that time consoling three crying women at his bedside, despite his wishes for them to avoid being gloomy.

Judging by his last hours, he was a man of great humour, even in his dying moment he winked at me, whispering his last instruction.

“Remember what I told you Jacob, these bedrooms aren’t supposed to be cold and empty.”

Kate left her father’s bedside last of all. I waited outside the bedroom until she’d finished saying goodbye, then we met the others downstairs in a drawing room where refreshments were being served.

Richard’s death devastated his family and, that evening, I alternated between them, offering each one comfort, my shoulders to cry on, cups of tea or coffee and a box of tissues.

Catherine nursed a double scotch, clinking two ice cubes in an exquisite crystal tumbler. I was certain it wasn’t her first since leaving Richard’s side.

She swept a glass filled hand across the room, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Our doctor’s upstairs sorting things out with the undertakers and coroner. They’ll do a post mortem because he died at home.”

She looked away, a sign her speech was over and the assembled mourners returned to their chatter.

I stepped closer to Kate’s sister.

“I think these might be yours.”

I offered the BMW M5 keys to Claire with a smile.

“I don’t drive.”

She snapped at me, more out of surprise than anger, then stared at Kate, who hurried over. My girlfriend scowled at her sister, then steered me away, linking her arm with mine and marching us to a quiet corner.

“It’s your car, Jacob, so I hope you like the colour. It was to be a surprise.”

“Um, um, um, I need to swear, please, Kate?”

“Don’t”

“Can I say wtf?”

“Just that once? Yes.”

“Wtf, Kate?”

“That’s twice!”

“Only once since you gave me permission.”

“I still haven’t dealt with you after swearing in front of my mother, so I’ll give you a pass on the second wtf.”

“I can’t accept this gift.”

“Why not?”

“I, err, well, it’s your money, and that’s a very expensive car.”

“And now it’s your car. Don’t you like it?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then stop complaining. You’ll drive me wherever we go anyway, so it makes sense that you have a nice car.”

I was silenced by her finger sealing my lips.

“I won’t discuss this further, Jacob. It’s your car, and that’s the end. Am I clear?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now let's rejoin the fray.”

We hugged, and I felt comforted hoping she did too. Kate led us back to the others, where I saw Claire sulking, almost bristling with hostility, and eyeing me up for a fight.

Catherine, obviously in on Kate’s surprise, smiled sweetly and winked approvingly.

“Did Katie buy her show pony a toy?”

Claire pulled a face, curling her bottom lip as a child might when mocking another. Catherine moved in as fast as lightning.

“Stables now, girl.”

She gripped her youngest daughter by the ear, then hauled the stumbling woman through a door, marching down the corridor while Claire screamed like a pig going to slaughter.

“The stables?”

I stared after them in shock, then looked at Kate for some explanation of what was going on.

“Claire has always been wilful and disruptive, so mother keeps her in line from time to time.”

“But the stables, what happens there?”

I had all sorts of crazy visions of what might happen to the poor woman. It felt so odd.

“Your potty mouth will find out tomorrow, Jacob. I want broad daylight upon the scene of your absolution when I introduce you to Beauty. We’ll turn in now, but I have a small chore for you first.”

“It’s not a chore.”

I knew what she wanted and relished the task.

We showered together before bed and I enjoyed sponging my girlfriend’s incredible body, getting into every crack and crevice. I imagined doing it all over again later in bed.

I sunk comfortably into a memory foam mattress, snuggling close to her, underneath a super king sized, goose down quilt.

Kate lay on her back and I kissed her gently, positioning myself on top because I knew the day’s events made her feel vulnerable and I wanted to protect.

Her fingers trailed through my hair, then gripped my locks hard as she lifted my head. She stared at me, burning my retinas with her fiery eyes before pushing my head down her torso into her pussy. I licked her gently all the way, descending through her gorgeous form to the gates of heaven.

“I don’t have time for foreplay, honey.”

Her pussy felt moist and tasted wonderfully creamy on the end of my tongue. I lapped Kate’s labia, but she kept pulling me back up to her clitoris and, once on target, Kate ground my face in tight.

“Get the job done Jacob, I need a fucking release.”

I sucked on her clitoris, using a gentle vacuum to draw it out from the protective hood, making sure the blood flowed quickly, engorging her. I nibbled gently and drew my tongue back, barely flicking across the tip of her nub, which hardened, making it easier to focus on.

I sucked her swollen petals into my mouth, sloshing, savouring, then harvesting Kate’s pussy juice, flicking her slimy pearl from side to side, then up and down, alternating direction every minute. She bucked like a bronco to a tune played by my tongue.

“Y-y-yes, t-that’s it, y-yes, yes, t-t-that’s p-p-perfect, Jacob!”

When Kate raised her ass slightly, tensing every musclke in her body, I dragged a pillow from my side of the bed, keeping my tongue gently working her clitoris. I doubled the pillow over, squeezing it underneath her while she raised her ass higher.

The pillow arched Kate’s back beautifully, elevating her pussy and opening her up for better access.

I licked up and down her delicious slit, rimming Kate for a few minutes when I reached her puckered anus, before travelling back up to suck hard on her clitoris.

She hit her first orgasm when I slipped my saliva and pussy juice laden right index finger into her anus, delivering a shuddering climax, forcing her to claw backwards up the bed to escape.

I gripped her ass cheeks in both hands, and stopped Kate in her tracks, drawing her back towards me, tantalising her pussy with my tongue for the greatest bounty I’d ever known.

“I can’t take any more, I can’t. Fucking hell Jake, that was magic!”

She pulled my head up, kissing me deeply, part in appreciation and partly because she needed me to fuck her. I basked in the glory of her satisfaction and have never felt so wanted as when she had forced me down to service her pussy.

“Fuck me doggy style quickly please honey, I want to sleep a few hours with Jacob’s sperm inside my belly.”

She shuffled around the mattress, dragging my pillow. When she reached the foot of the bed, Kate planted her knees shoulder length apart, stuffing the pillow underneath her abdomen. Then she pointed her butt upwards, drawing herself tightly onto the pillow, presenting her vagina perfectly to be ridden. I smelled the raw juice I’d left uneaten, and its mesmeric effect drove my senses wild.

“I feel perfectly moulded into this pillow.”

“You are perfectly presented, sweetie.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement and slid my cock into her well lubricated pussy, pushing in deep, but not too hard or fast. She gasped, and the walls of her love muffin crushed me as I drove my veiny, knobbly shaft all the way to her cervix.

While bottomed out inside Kate’s heavenly shaven pussy, I rocked back and forth on my toes, gripping her waist, inducing a massive groan as she shuddered to another orgasm.

“Hurry babe, I want your cream, empty your balls as deep inside me as possible, please.”

Kate asked nicely rather than commanded, and I savoured the moment. I knew tonight was different, more intense and fuelled by raw emotions. It was an opportunity for me to provide armour for her vulnerability.

I thrust slowly and firmly, reaching all the way in, then out of her cunt, gripping her waist tightly so she couldn’t move or help my thrusts. It was important for me to do the fucking of Kate tonight, and be in control for once, showing my power, commitment and the intensity of the love I felt for her.

My prostate and balls twitched, and she must have felt my cock do the same inside her, because Kate reached underneath her torso and backwards through her legs to grasp and squeeze my testicles hard.

“I know you’re going to cum soon, Jacob.”

I jerked repeatedly when my prostate twitched, tickled and exploded, filling her up. My sperm squeezed out of her, settling in my pubic hair. I felt the ecstasy of love when I filled her up, remembering her father’s dying wish that we should fill the house with laughter.

I felt primal, urging my sperm to explore Kate, hunting down the precious egg that couldn’t be fertilised. I knew one day I would impregnate Kate, and my seed would prevail once she decided the time was right.

When I withdrew my cum slimy cock slowly, she rolled onto the bed, closing her legs tight, as if reluctant to allow my seed to escape. She reached to the nightstand for a wet wipe and took my semi flaccid cock in her hand, cleaning me, peeling back my foreskin to make sure she didn’t miss any part that might hold either of our juices.

“I won’t need you on clean up duty tonight, honey.”

She pulled on a pair of comfortable panties, already set out on her nightstand.

“These will help hold your cum inside me for the night. I really need you swimming around my womb, Jacob, and I want you to stay close to me while we sleep.”

“I’ll stay very close, darling. If you wake up, just waken me, too.”

“Can you pop downstairs and fetch two painkillers from a medicine cabinet in the laundry room?”

When I ran downstairs, I noticed a light and followed it to the kitchen. Catherine cut a lonely figure on a stool, sat at a large wooden island breakfast bar. Her head twitched when she heard my footsteps.

“Join me, Jacob. Kate won’t miss you for five minutes. After all, she has your seed keeping her company.”

“How di-”

“She’s my daughter.”

Catherine looked me squarely with an expression that she wasn’t to be trifled with. When she shunted a kitchen stool my way with her foot, I didn’t hesitate taking it and sitting down. Her eyes, much like Kate’s, spoke of a ferocious intent when defied.

I sat unruffled while she read my soul.

“You’re not afraid at all?”

“I don’t need to be.”

“Do you fear me?”

“I respect you.”

“That feeling is mutual, young man.”

“Something’s bothering me, Catherine.”

“Go on, Jacob, please.”

“The car, I er-.”

“Ah, yes, I wondered when you might ask.”

“It’s too much.”

“I disagree. Kate’s wealthy, and you need a car. You’re a couple, and must think as one. Two souls united in love, battling the world.”

Like her daughter, Catherine gave me time to mull things over before moving on. She studied me intently, considering her next carefully contrived move.

She smiled mischievously and with enormous affection for me.

“The car is the property of a gentleman; Jacob is the property of a lady.”

I smiled because her acceptance of me felt profound. I was part of Kate’s family.

“You’ll look after my Kate.”

“With my life.”

“It wasn’t a question, Jacob. I know you will. Only the strongest people can commit their obedience to another, submitting that through a loving relationship.”

She smiled and slid her hand across the wooden table, stroking the back of mine with motherly love.

“I’m glad we talked, Jacob. You’re dismissed, my darling son. Get Kate’s headache tablets and then off to bed.”

How did she know?

I returned to our bedroom with pills and a glass of chilled water. Kate looked vulnerable. It was a tough day for her and the folks. I big spooned close in, sliding her hair aside, so it didn’t trap under my face where she might get hurt.

I wrapped my arms around her midriff, inching myself in fully until there was no gap between us. She murmured, half asleep.

“Everything okay, dear?”

“Wonderful.”

“Mom loves you, Jacob.”

“I know.”

“She wanted to have a private chat, boyfriend.”

“Thank you, girlfriend.”

When she rolled into a deep slumber, I moved in to protect, ensuring she always felt wrapped up in my love.

I was her knight and the property of a lady.

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