Chapter 8

Diana, nude except for a pair of spikes she had slipped on, stood in their bedroom looking in the large vanity mirror. She turned around to look over her shoulder at her rear and legs, the high heels making the muscles stand out. I guess it'll be spring before we can get back on the road for the jogging that Jeff started with us. But we've kept it up on the treadmills, and the exercise shows in my legs, she thought as she turned back around to face herself in the mirror.

So much has changed in our lives since coming out here. She laughed aloud at the thought. I had no idea what I was getting into when he pushed that wonderful cock of his through my hymen while I lay in the back seat of that car all those years ago. And that mother of mine with her snide comments at the breakfast table each morning after my husband and I made love the night before, set the pattern for Jeff always making very gentle love to me, trying to do it with absolute quiet. What I needed then, and didn't know it, was to be fucked.

I doubt if Arlene fully realized just how much difference she has made to my love life. Sending Jeff in to fuck me changed everything in our lives. Watching my daughter and my husband fuck and make love changed me, too; maybe started the Queen Bitch in me. Now that I understand the concept a little better, yeah, that's when the Queen Bitch got started; although, I used to call it Boss Bitch before the healer told Jeff about the Queen Bitches of the alien society. Her manipulation of our bodies has been the precursor to that.

My sister-wives and I have become more sensitized to our husband — and to each other. That's usually not a problem; on the contrary, it's a big plus to our relationship. Making love the way we do now is an experience that I couldn't even imagine a few short months ago. But there is a little problem with it, she thought as she brushed her long hair that seemed to glow with vitality. While my sister-wives felt enough of what Jeff was doing with his new wives last night to want to play for a while, I felt it much stronger. It was almost as if I were there. I couldn't sleep. I had orgasms, albeit little ones, every time they did, even with them at the other end of the retreat. When Jeff came, it left me panting. I doubt if I slept much more than they did. The downside is that I'm so horny that I'm going out of my mind.

Her breasts were dribbling again. He was too busy to drain me yesterday, let alone this morning. Arlene used her breast pump as soon as she got out of bed, and I know that I need to, she thought as she held her breasts looking in the mirror. How can I be so lucky? My body looks like an eighteen-year-old's. She brushed her fingertips across her nipples and had to grab hold of the counter to keep her balance as the stimulus overwhelmed her. Oh shit, I need that wonderful cock of his up me. She stood looking at her dripping nipples in the mirror. Well, crap, I'm his wife too. His Queen Bitch. And my body looks just as good as the two he's made love to all night.

She stood staring in the mirror, thinking. He's sitting in the living room with them snuggled against him — as he should. But...

Making up her mind, she turned to her closet, snatching a white minidress off the rack. Walking back into the vanity area, she threw it on the counter. Feeling the milk running down her breasts, she leaned over the sink expressing the milk, hoping to get enough out to keep her nipples from dripping and wetting the front of the dress.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped, her knees feeling wobbly, looking in frustration in the mirror. The more I pull on my nipples, the more mini-orgasms I have, and the more milk my body produces. "Fuck it," she snarled half-aloud.

She pulled the dress on and zipped it up the back, adjusting the spaghetti straps and looking in the mirror. It was a cocktail dress designed for someone much bolder than she was. The front barely reached above her nipples; the front of the thin dress seeming to be suspended on her swollen buds. I could never wear this little piece of material out in public. It looks more like a fancy slip than a dress. Laughing to herself, I look more nude now than I did before I put the thing on. She could just hear Jeff saying, "Now, not wearing that dress in public would be a good thing — fewer wrecks that way."

Looking one last time at her hair, she thought about makeup, then, What for? I've had my makeup complimented on over and over — when I didn't have any on. Quit stalling bitch. Why are you suddenly wondering about your husband? Get your ass in gear before your milk ruins this expensive few ounces of cloth. Quickly, she walked out of the bedroom, through the sitting room and into the hallway, headed for the living room where Jeff was sitting on the couch with Caitlin and Joyce tucked under his arms.

Jeff had slid down a little on the couch, his arms around his two new wives, sneaking a power nap as the girls chatted. Feeling both stiffen, he opened his eyes.

Diana strode purposely across the room, her braless breasts swaying with that little bounce that was distinctly Diana's, her swollen nipples seeming to lead the way.

"Uh oh," Caitlin said.

Diana stopped in front of them, a grin on her face, a hand resting on a hip cocked to the side. As Jeff started to greet her, she leaned forward grabbing his head, and covered his mouth with hers.

When she pulled back after a moment, she said while still staring at her husband's eyes, but speaking to the women, "Sit still my lovely sister-wives. You haven't done anything wrong, but I think I had a mini-version of every orgasm the two of you had all night last night. I need the use of our husband for a little while to tide me over until he can really fuck me tonight."

Reaching down to a startled Jeff, she unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and slid the zipper down.

"Baby, we need to go to the bedroom. All our friends are here."

"Fuck it, if they can't take a joke," she said. Jeff assumed she was kidding, but maybe not.

Grabbing hold of his pants, she pulled. Not being an entire idiot, Jeff raised his ass to help her, making sure his shorts went with his pants. But still worried, said, "Baby, I'll be more than glad to make love to you, but maybe we should go..."

"Screw making love. I need to be fucked. Besides, all our friends are probably fucking each other's brains out right now, anyway."

Pulling the short skirt to her waist, she knelt with her legs on either side of him and locked her mouth to his. Joyce and Caitlin looked at each other for a second, then in unison reached for the spaghetti straps of the dress. As the straps slid down her arms, Diana broke the kiss for a second to get them the rest of the way off.

Joyce hooked her fingers on the top of the dress and pulled down. Diana's long breasts popped out and bounced right in Jeff's face, milk already spraying from her nipples.

"Looks like you need a little help there," he said reaching for her left breast and leaning forward a little to take the swollen nipple into his mouth.

Caitlin reached between them and steadied his cock, pointing it straight up. Diana rose up and eased down when she felt his cock. Adjusting herself for a second, she tried to sit down hard, taking him into her pussy that was already as wet as a swamp. Moving herself up when his cock wouldn't go any farther, she sat down hard again, shoving his thick cock to her womb, her body bucking forcefully several times as her orgasm hit.

"Oh, yeessss," she screamed, grabbing Jeff's head and holding it against her breast as he sucked. "Fuck me. Fuck me — hard," she wailed.

Jeff grabbed her thrashing hips taking control, and lunged his groin upward, hard, knowing he was probably hurting her, but also knowing that's what she wanted this time. Relentlessly, he hammered up into his wife. Her breast pulled out of his mouth, bouncing as she bucked, milk spraying on Jeff's face and chest. A little of it even splattered on the two new wives who hadn't moved an inch away. Giggling from the milk, they occasionally stroked Jeff's and Diana's arms.

Just as Diana had screamed out for Jeff to fuck her, Margaret and Frank stepped into the living room and froze.

"Oh, shit," Frank whispered.

"Yeah," Margaret whispered back.

"They haven't seen us, yet," Frank whispered to her. "Let's just back out the door before we embarrass them."

"The hell you say," Margaret answered grabbing his hand and walking over to the back of the nearest couch. Reaching under her skirt, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, pulled the skirt to her waist, then leaned over the back of the couch, her eyes never leaving Jeff and Diana. "Fuck me," she whispered.

Frank had stumbled along behind Margaret, not able to take his eyes off Diana. His profile view of the fucking couple allowed him to see Diana's great breasts that he had thought of many times. He couldn't understand how breasts that long could stand straight out. Frank loved Margaret, but like any man, always wanted to know what another woman's breasts looked like.

"Stick your cock in, dammit. You can stare at her breasts while you're fucking me."

Wainwright managed, somehow, to free himself of his pants, shorts and shoes, his cock as hard as it had ever been in his life. Margaret's pussy was waiting for him — wet. He slipped in without any trouble, and she clamped down, claiming his cock as hers.

"Fuck me," she whined, her ass trying to slam back into him, even as one of her hands reached back and grabbed his, bringing it to her swinging breast as she held the top and bra out of the way with her other hand.

"Grab my other breast," she hissed, "and squeeze. Dammit Frank, fuck me — hard."

With a handful of taut titty in each hand, he did just that, ramming into her with a smack, smack, smack as their groins slammed together.

"Harder..." There was a pause, then, "Oh, shitttt," Margaret screamed, "I'm commming."

Caitlin and Joyce, the soreness and swelling forgotten in their pussies, had their shorts pulled down and were rubbing their clits like crazy, all the while laughing at Margaret.

Jeff had been vaguely aware that someone had entered the room, but his full attention was in the delightful woman in his arms. When Margaret screamed out, Jeff held at the top of his stroke, his cock not only buried in Diana, but pushing very hard against her cervix. When Jeff's movements quit, Diana's went into overdrive as she squealed through a continuous orgasm, expecting her lover to pump sperm into her at any moment, totally unaware of why Jeff had stopped.

When Jeff's mind put together what was happening, the orgasm that was already right on the edge went over. He felt something cramp inside him and knew this one was truly going to be a good one. A second later, sperm laden semen gushed out into Diana with force, drenching her cervix and changing her continuing orgasm into the one. She lost all coordination, her body thrashing, her breasts spurting milk. It seemed to go on and on. In mid thrash, she gasped and slumped against her husband, suddenly and totally out.

Frank, seeing Diana collapse, knew what was going on and it triggered his orgasm. He took a firmer grip on Margaret's breasts, rapid-stroked her a few times, then slammed hard into her womb and held as he painted the inside of her pussy with his sperm, his cock continuing to jerk and spurt long after he thought he should be done.

Margaret collapsed across the back of the couch. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, her body shaking. "I don't think I've ever come that hard, or that many times in so short a period of time."

Frank didn't answer, but just lay across her gasping for breath, the head of his cock sore, his balls hurting as he wondered if he had ruptured something.

As Frank put more and more of his weight on Margaret, she slipped farther over the low-back couch until they both slid onto the seat, laughing — still connected.

"Don't pull that thing out," Margaret gasped, "All that come will stain the couch."

"Well, since we're here, anyway," Frank laughed, realizing that his cock was still hard, "might as well have some more fun." He pulled out a little and shoved back hard into Margaret's sopping pussy. It made the farting sound, as fucking a come-filled pussy is wont to do when semen is forced out around a cock.

Caitlin and Joyce both laughed when they heard the sound.

If their laughing bothered Margaret, she didn't respond to it, but rather said, "Let me on top. I can't move enough with you back there. I know I'm going to regret this. I was already sore from last night, but..." She trailed off as they tried to unwind their legs and remain connected while the swap was made.

Jeff, who had a good view of the couple, was proud of his friends' agility as Margaret was shortly sitting on top of Frank, who was now lying on his back, his cock still embedded to the hilt. Margaret's pretty ass was soon moving back and forth at a furious pace, with an occasional up-and-down stroke thrown in at random, her breasts doing interesting things as they moved while the couple fucked. Jeff decided that something had really turned her on for she soon screamed to the top of her lungs.

Frank just hung on for the ride, his eyes fastened to her bouncing titties.

Using Megan's directions, Jill found her way the couple of blocks back to the highway, then turned toward the interstate. Her right front seat was full of lunch — at least three meals worth — a large thermos filled with coffee fixed just the way she liked it, and several bottles of water. The used purse sat near her containing the five hundred dollars that she suspected Luther and Megan could ill afford to give away. She now had a phone. She had made certain that she had Megan and Luther's phone number, full name and address. Jill had tried to give everything back except fifty dollars, saying that would surely be enough to get her to Winter Park. She already had a full tank of gas, but it looked like Megan was going to cry if Jill didn't take the money.

Somehow, I have to get their money back. I didn't even get to meet the mechanic who fixed my car, but Megan told me that he didn't charge a thing for his labor. How could I be so lucky after all the bad things that have happened to me?

A few minutes later, she turned onto the Interstate. I don't have to drive at sixty to try and save gas, she thought as she set the cruise control at the speed limit. I feel better than I have in — I don't know how long. My mind is clearer today than it was yesterday, even though I'm still shaking. But now I can feel how hopeless this whole thing really is. I'm still scared that Ingles will get me back, and even if I do make it to this ... conference center, what am I going to say to Bill? How am I ever going to be able to look Linda in the face after what she heard on the phone? Damn Ingles for making me say those things. That sorry fuck was masturbating when I was talking to him. He got off on me talking dirty.

Glancing at her map for a second, Oh, why didn't I go for that weekend at the conference center when Mr. Wainwright invited us that time? But Margaret and Mr. Wainwright were the only people that were going to be there that I knew. All those doctors and technical people were going to be there, and I knew that they would be talking shop. I'm not an idiot. I have a degree, but I wouldn't have known anything that they were talking about. But if I had gone, I would know where the place is. Oh, how am I going to be able to find it?