Chapter 128

MONDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 27

Jeff awakened his new wives with kisses and gentle nips on their swollen nipples.

Becoming aware of what her husband was doing, Nicki let out a faint moan when, "Oh, wow. Look at my nipples."

"Are they sore?" Jeff asked, as he licked and gently sucked her.

"Nooo," she quietly hissed out, "but they surely are sensitive. I'll give you a week to stop ... that," she sighed as a mini orgasm started her morning.

"And this?" he asked as he slid down and gently swiped his tongue up her swollen vulva.

He got his answer when she grabbed his head and held his face to her pussy. She must be sensitive there, too, he thought with a grin as she shuddered into orgasm almost immediately.

Nat and Whitney were waiting for their brief pussy licking after Jeff was finished with Nicki. They had already showered twice during the night, and after the ritual of guiding his stream around the toilet bowl in the early morning, they had another quick shower to start their day.

Jeff was the last to dry off, and when he walked back into the bedroom, the three girls were all kneeling in a row near the side of the bed, their pussies raised and their heads on pillows.

"You sure about this, Ladies? Those are some pretty pussies, but they're swollen, and I know they have to be sore — very sore."

Whitney looked back over her shoulder. "Certainly we're sore — and proud of it. Diana says you have an unlimited supply of sperm. Do us one more time so we can prove to our sister-wives that we consummated our marriage."

Jeff was aware that all his wives knew the marriage had been consummated, but going into that kitchen without displaying a sore, drooling pussy obviously wasn't going to happen. On his knees by the bed, he kissed and licked each pussy, then standing, wiped his cock through Nicki's swollen nether lips and gently pushed inside her. There was an intake of breath from her. Feeling like an ass for hurting her, he dumped some pheromones to hopefully help her bypass the discomfort to some extent. After giving her time to get used to him being inside her, he reached around and tweaked her nipples, beginning to make gentle love to her.

Jeff quickly dressed in tee shirt, pants, socks and shoes. The giggling girls helped each other into their wedding dresses while trying to hold the lips of their pussies closed to keep his sperm in. If they were tired from only having a couple of hours sleep, they didn't show it.

Rock, scissors, paper set the order. He picked Nat up and walked down the hall. His weaving path wasn't as straight as it could have been, due to having her mouth glued to his all the way.

As she finally broke the kiss, he opened the door and carried her into the kitchen to immediately notice Hope peeking around the door from the dining room. If Hope is afraid of men, why in the heck is she watching this again? he thought as Nat proudly displayed her swollen and drooling pussy to his wives.

"I'm full of come, but I'm broken," she said, trying to stifle a giggle.

A few minutes later, he had delivered each girl to the kitchen to have them make their declaration of consummation for their wedding night. After carrying them to the hot tub deck, he returned to the kitchen where Laura put his breakfast on the table in front of him.

She was wearing a top made of some clinging material that did a fine job of displaying her breasts, and a pleated, short skirt with matching heels.

"You look nice, My Love."

"Thank you, Husband. We're very proud of you, you know," she said as she plopped down in his lap. She had already cut his steak before putting it, four scrambled eggs, hash browns, a plate of biscuits, butter, a big glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee in front of him. Picking up his fork, she began to feed him, taking an occasional small bite herself.

"You're going to miss the girls' review of our wedding night," he teased.

"Not a chance. They'll be talking about it for days, just as the rest of us did. Besides, we're videoing it as usual."

"Yeah, but you won't let me watch the vids," he complained.

"We will one day. We're just waiting for the right time. You'll see."

Jeff swallowed and let a frown crease his brow for a moment. "They're really swollen. They ... heck, all of you have tried to prove something on our wedding nights. I don't see where pain proves anything..."

"Hush, Lover," she said, touching her lips to his. "I know exactly why they acted the way they did, because I felt the same way myself — still do. Like Di says, just consider it a woman thing. You did your part, and by the way their pussies look, you did it well," she giggled. "But unless they let you use Little One on them sometime today, I suspect they'll settle for a little pussy licking tonight, instead of a good fucking."

"Maybe I need to go get Little One and..."

"Hush," she quietly said, putting a finger against his lips. "You're just being over protective of them because of their background. Di told them that Little One would heal their swollen pussies if they wished, but I'll be amazed if they let her. They serviced their Prime last night, and they are proud of it. We've all been in their position, and as we have said before, a sore pussy after our wedding night is a badge of honor among us. You need to stop worrying about your three new wives. The orphanage and Ingles are but fading memories, and besides, those girls are a lot tougher than you realize. They're your wives now; that will be their main focus — forever."

Laura started to feed him another forkful of scrambled eggs, but stopped the fork just before it reached his mouth. "How's that cock of yours this morning?"

As he started to respond, she shoved the eggs into his mouth, teasing him.

He swallowed the bite and grinned at her. "It was a little sore when I woke up, but it's fine now. Why are you asking, you little minx?"

Laura smiled back at him, refusing to answer, as they continued with their breakfast. When he had consumed everything, she pulled her top above her braless breasts, rose up a little and pushed a nipple into his mouth. When he sucked on the nipple, she grabbed the back of his head with both hands, pulling herself hard against him. Seconds later, she bucked and let out a little squeal, shivered, then relaxed against him.

He shifted to the other breast, which produced the same results a couple of minutes later.

"Somebody I know is fired up this morning," Jeff teased as he kissed her cheek, working around to her mouth where he gently kissed her while she came down from her second orgasm.

"All your wives are 'fired up' this morning," she said, giggling as she snuggled her breasts against his chest and nuzzled his neck.

When he felt her hand pull on his belt buckle, "Selina could come in, or the General and his wives..."

Belt free, she pulled at the fastener on his pants. "Selina has promised to leave immediately should she ever walk in on us while we're making love. The General is 'observing' your team in something they're doing. His wives and their escort left earlier for a shopping trip to Denver. Evie is probably in the hot tub with your wives, or else off somewhere with Dave's other wives, screwing his brains out. I have no idea what Frank and his women are doing."

"Hope..."

" ... was all ears yesterday to hear about Susan's and Kayla's wedding night. She asked Di if she could come back today. For someone who is 'afraid' of men, she's very interested in what happens after the weddings. Maybe she's never been around a man who makes love instead of rapes women. Anyway," she continued as she finally got his zipper open, quickly standing to pull his pants down, "she's probably not going to come in here. And ... if she does — tough. I'm horny and I need my husband to fuck me."

With Jeff's pants and shorts around his ankles, Laura hiked her short skirt above her hips and straddled her mate's legs. She had purposely not worn panties. "Don't be gentle. I'm so wet I'm dripping." With one hand on his cock and the other on his shoulder, she aligned him, wiggled to get the angle right, and slowly sat.

A few hundred feet away in the hot tub, there was a collective sigh from Jeff's wives. "What was that?" Nicki said as her pussy tingled.

Diana chuckled. "Laura said she was going to 'feed' our husband breakfast. Then again, maybe he's feeding her something."

Thirty minutes had passed. Jeff sat dozing at the kitchen table with a sleeping Laura on his lap, his cock still pushed up her. Coming fully awake, he stroked her hair and kissed her cheek, remembering their first coupling in the hotel room in Saint Louis. She quietly moaned and her pussy spasmed faintly as she dreamed in her sleep.

He hugged her to him and let his mind drift, similar to the way he did during his morning runs — free associating. Why do I keep thinking about that agent who saved Hope? Whitworth filled me in with updated details, yet I can't seem to get the situation off my mind. With the information we obtained when we interrogated Ingles, I had hopes we would destroy, or at least severely cripple, this slaver organization. From what the General says, we have hurt them, but instead of them pulling back and slowing down their operation until things blow over, they've attacked using a WMD — attacked a hospital. Well, they were obviously after the agent, but they knew there would be many people killed with the nerve gas. Whatever the agent knows, it can't be that important. It's almost as if these assholes are openly challenging the FBI.

Whitworth says there are indications of something big coming up, but he doesn't have any details yet. Crap, why am I worrying about this? Hope is here safe; the agent who saved her is on the mend. He even has two round-the-clock nurses, with doctors on call.

Diana walked in and smiled down at the two. "Even your three new wives felt her last one," she said as she tenderly stroked Laura's hair. She leaned down and kissed the forehead of her handmaiden. "Wake up, Baby. Time to get that very nice plug out of you."

Laura sat up and yawned, a smiled teasing her face as she realized she and her Prime were still attached. The Queen pulled a couple of paper towels off the roll on the counter, handing one to Laura. She stood, lifting her groin free of Jeff's cock, and instantly cupped the paper towel to herself to catch the flood.

Diana started to wipe her husband's cock with the paper towel, but changing her mind when the smell of his semen hit her, leaned over, and cleaned him with her mouth and tongue. His cock, of course, was instantly fully erect. After a few seconds of her ministrations, she sighed, stood and pushed her shorts and panties off, straddling his lap. As she guided his cock to her entrance, Jeff pulled her top above her breasts. She was already leaking milk because of what she had felt when Laura had her last, intense orgasm. Di leaned over and plastered her mouth to her husband's, her body beginning the age-old movements of love.

Helen had given all her students the morning off because of the wedding last night, and the traditional hot tub experience with the new wives this morning. Arlene, Ann, Jennie, Melissa and Hope were headed for the game room after leaving the hot tub. The four wives knew what was going on in the kitchen, of course, but Hope had no clue. Just as they were even with the kitchen door, Hope decided to take a soft drink with her to the game room, and abruptly turned into the kitchen.

"No," Arlene got out a second too late.

Hope took two steps inside the kitchen before she realized that something was going on, and froze. Diana had just slammed her pussy down on Jeff for the last time, and was receiving her reward as she felt his geyser of come fill her with warmth. She could not have stopped, even if she had noticed Hope. And at that moment, she would not have noticed an earthquake. She thrashed on her husband's lap, her swollen breasts spraying fine streams of milk, as she, eyes closed and head leaning back, keened at a frequency and volume that should have shattered crystal.

Laura was sitting halfway down the table, nearing orgasm, her feet propped in another chair as she slowly teased her clit. Jeff was groaning out his climax as his balls empted into his wife.

"Oops," Arlene said, her nipples popping to full length from the scene, the sudden exposure to Jeff's pheromones, and her mother's orgasm.

As Hope spun around to leave, Arlene grabbed her. Hope's face was flushed with embarrassment and the pheromones. Her nipples were grape-sized hard lumps pushing out the material of her top.

"Oh, shit," Laura muttered.

Jeff knew that several of his wives had walked in, and belatedly realized that Hope was with them. Also realizing there was nothing he could do, he just held Diana to him and stroked her back as she came down from the extended orgasm.

"I need to go," Hope got out.

"No," Arlene said, hugging her. "Not yet. Don't leave like this. You've seen sex before. There's no reason to be embarrassed. And ... this isn't just sex; it's love. We all love each other. This is only one of many ways to express that love. This morning and yesterday morning, you heard Dad's new wives tell how he loved them, and you saw how proud they were, and still are. What happened to you was rape. You were forced by your father to have sex with those horrible men — for money. You've heard all of us raving about our husband. Do not put him in a category with those beasts who ... raped you."

"I'm ... uh, not," Hope stumbled to say. "It just ... surprised me."

Diana had sat slumped against her husband, her feelings of bliss interrupted by what had happened. She had enjoyed a wonderful orgasm, and would have been working on her second one by now if Hope hadn't walked in. Shortly the intensity of the continued orgasms would have pushed her mind into overload. Now she struggled to get her faculties about her enough to say something that made sense, and ... while holding her temper in check. She really wanted another orgasm, but because of Hope, it wasn't going to happen.