Chapter 162

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2 — THE RETREAT

When Little One's mental touch awakened the Prime from his light slumber, he stood and walked to the bed. She was sitting on top of the sheet that was covering Connie. He lifted the small alien onto his shoulder where she quickly flowed under his collar and spread out across his back.

"Thank you," he mentally sent to her.

He could feel her loving response as he stood looking down at the people lying on the bed. As his glance fell on Jeremy, I need to convince you somehow that you're an Alpha. Diana says the three of you need to be married. She says Denise and Connie have told her you're a little stubborn about taking your women before marriage. I hope they relayed to you what Diana asked them to. Not many twenty-year old men are virgins. I'm no authority on what makes a man attractive to a woman, but my Queen asserts that you are certainly attractive enough to have lost your virginity long ago, and she also says that Denise and Connie are the ones who invited you to join them, not the other way around. I hope they realize how much character that virginity of yours represents. Diana is certain those two women are meant for you, and I think she's right. Hopefully, they will be able to convince you to marry them.

The few years they're older than you won't make any difference, and now with Little One's enhancement, all three of you will soon look as if you are all about the same age. The best to you, my new Alpha. We need to get to know each other better, and I need to teach you how to use your pheromones now that your body can more effectively produce them. Wouldn't want the women in the office all following you out of the building when you stop by to talk to Lee, now would we?

Smiling, Jeff let himself out of the suite. Almost four. I promised Diana that I would return so we could snuggle some more. I guess my run will be late this morning. Stopping by the living room, he had the computer bring up the camera at the foot of the drive in time to see Security's snowplow go by as it returned to the ski lodge. A quick check of the drive resulted in a smile as he realized they had already plowed that out, too.

It's stopped snowing. Good morning for a run. Of course, as far as Jeff was concerned, any type of weather short of storms with high winds or lightning was a good time for a run, but he had told Diana he would come back to bed. A few minutes later, he slid in next to his Queen, who put her head on his shoulder and a leg across him. He set his internal alarm for four-thirty and was out.

The TV came on in the construction worker's suite. "GOOOOOOD MORNING!" the AI's bright, cheerful voice announced.

"What the crap?" Jeremy snapped out as he sat bolt upright, fumbling for the remote to turn the lights up.

"I APOLOGIZE FOR STARTLING YOU. IT IS 6:30 A.M. I HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED BY DIANA TO AWAKEN YOU. SINCE IT IS SUNDAY, BREAKFAST WILL BE SERVED AT 7:00 IN THE SMALL DINING ROOM ADJACENT TO THE KITCHEN."

Denise and Connie were giggling as the AI shut the TV off. "Whoops. We forgot to warn you," Connie confessed, which seemed to set off the giggles again.

Jeremy nodded toward the television. "That thing sounded alive. There was inflection in the voice and it apologized..."

"It's their computer system," Denise interrupted. "Mr. Matthews, uh, Jeff, is an inventor. Remember? Diana told us the AI would wake us at six-thirty, and it might sound real."

"AI? But ... TVs don't talk intelligently to people — computer driven or not," Jeremy said as if to convince himself. "There was a man's face on the screen and his lips were moving in sync with what he was saying, or what the TV was saying. Oh, shit; I don't know what I mean. But I do know it was just plain ... eerie."

After a moment, he went on, "She told you an AI would wake us?"

"Yep."

"Artificial intelligence," the new Alpha elaborated, "hmmm, I thought that was science fiction stuff. Oh, I guess the military might have something like that, but a private citizen, really?"

Denise wasn't paying a lot of attention to what Jeremy was saying, since she had raised the sheet and was looking underneath it; more accurately, she was staring at Jeremy's erection. "Oh, now that looks nice," she said, reaching for his cock.

"No, no," Jeremy got out as he threw the sheet off and quickly crawled over Connie to get out of bed. "I would love that, but I have to pee — bad."

Both women got out of bed and chased him into the bathroom, all three laughing and playing. He tried to run them out of the room. "You can't come in here while I'm peeing," he almost pleaded.

"We're not going anywhere," Connie said past giggles. "Might as well go ahead and do it."

Frustrated by the women wanting to watch him pee, he stood over the toilet, holding his dick down, straining. The women, grinning, locked eyes for a moment. Connie put a hand on his cock, and Denise slipped a hand under his balls, gently squeezing them.

"It will never go down enough for me to pee with you two doing that," Jeremy tried unsuccessfully to grouse.

"Then I need to do this," Connie said, dropping to her knees and turning his cock toward her mouth.

"Baby, I..."

Her mouth locked around the head of his cock. As she looked up at him, she swirled her tongue around the shaft for a moment, then took him deeper into her mouth while her hand pumped. Pulling back for a moment, she smiled up at him, "Just let it go, Lover. Then when your cock goes down, you can pee."

Denise went to her knees and again gently lifted his balls, playing with them. "It's only fair," she said, looking up at him. "I caught two loads last night, and Connie only got one. We love you. Now come in her mouth so you can pee without straining."

Jeremy was having a hard time believing what was happening to him, and in addition, he realized that he felt better than he had ever felt in his life. Damn. Could the great feeling from those blowjobs they gave me last night make me feel better the next day, too? he wondered. And her mouth feels even better than it did last night. This is ... odd. When she sucks, I seem to somehow feel it more — way more — than I could last night.

"Come for us, Baby," Denise encouraged.

A few moments later, "Sweetheart, I'm close," he got out past a roaring in his ears and a tingling all over his body as an all-consuming orgasm approached.

Connie looked up at him and winked. "Oh, crapppp," he gasped out, his legs shaking as the greatest feeling he had ever experienced in his life enveloped him. His cock actually stung as his come pumped through it. He distantly heard Connie choke and Denise giggle. The world grayed out and he swayed on his feet, his hands coming down to brace against the women's shoulders as Connie swallowed again and again.

When he was done, Connie turned his cock loose, a look of shock on her face. His dick whacked his belly as it rebounded away from her grip, his erection obviously not diminished in the slightest.

Denise and Connie stared at his cock for a moment. "I guess there's some left for me," Denise said as she pulled his cock down to her mouth. Connie lifted his balls and played with them this time.

After Jeremy had come again, with almost as much as he had with Connie, his cock was still up. "You two need to leave for awhile so I can get this thing to go down enough to pee. I don't know what's happened, but I want sex as much now as I did when you two first started. With those titties bouncing around, my dick is never going down."

The two kissed him and left, closing the bathroom door after them. Connie turned to Denise as soon as they were back in the bedroom. "You feel it? Not about Jeremy. Do you feel it?"

Denise looked in the full-length mirror on the closet door, then bounced up and down, watching her breasts. She slid a hand down her belly, cupping her sex for a moment. "My boobs are tighter than I've ever felt them, and I'm so hot all I can think of is taking that hunk back to bed. I feel... wonderful. If that's what you mean."

"Yeah, me too," Connie said as she slid a finger up her slit until she touched her clit. Without warning, an orgasm roared over her, almost causing her to fall with its intensity. Staggering the short distance to the bed, she sat. "Something has happened to us," she gasped out a few moments later, her voice quavering.

Denise, in the meantime, had touched her own clit as well, and was in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm of her own. Eventually, the two women looked at each other, but before they could say anything, they heard the shower start.

Somehow, they managed to shower without raping Jeremy, but it was a close thing.

As the three construction workers walked into the small dining room, Jeff and Diana were standing near the door talking. The Prime tensed. "Oh, shit," he quietly said. "Jeremy is dumping pheromones. You take care of the women, I'll go get him calmed down."

Jeff turned to take the young man's arm. "Good morning, my friend. We need to talk. Now," he said, practically dragging Jeremy out the door.

In the living room, the Prime shut the big doors behind them, turning to stand in front of Jeremy. "I'm going to tell you a couple of things, and I need you to believe me, even though I can't give you all the information I would like to at the moment. That said, remember, I told you that you were an Alpha. That's the truth, but only a small portion of it. Last night, while you slept, your body was enhanced, as well as those of your women. To put it bluntly, your body is now able to produce pheromones that will attract any female that doesn't already belong fully to another male. And when I say 'belong', I mean it to a degree that I'm unable to fully explain right now, other than to say that happily married women who love their husbands, or another Alpha's women, aren't affected to any appreciable degree. But ... you are showering your women with these pheromones — deluging might be a better term. Their bodies have also been enhanced and their sexual desires elevated to new heights. From what Connie and Denise told Diana last night, I'm assuming that you haven't made love to them yet?"

Jeremy was shaking his head. "No. At least not all the way. I feel strongly about sex before marriage. It's ... the way I was raised, I guess."

"I find that honorable," the Prime said, "but the effect of your pheromones is that your women are miserable not being able to have sex with you."

As Jeremy stood looking bewildered, "To be even more frank, right now, they would fuck you on the dining room table in front of all of us if you asked them to. For now, I'm going to teach you how to shut off your pheromones. After breakfast, I'll teach you how to completely control them. Otherwise, you will have strange women following you around wanting to make love to you. Trust me on that one; it can be embarrassing. I had to learn for myself, but my pheromones came a little at a time. Your production apparently came full blown."

"But I don't..."

"Used properly, the pheromones will enhance your lovemaking with your wives, and will help to bind them to you forever, but the pheromones are not the only binding force. There is much more I need to tell you, but we don't have the time now. Sit," Jeff instructed, his voice taking on a tone that Jeremy had never heard before. It wasn't a command voice ... exactly, but somehow the new Alpha didn't want to disobey.

"I need to touch your head for a moment while we talk, Okay?"

As Jeff and Jeremy went back to the dining room, they stopped just outside the door as Jeremy said, "I still don't understand. How can I produce pheromones?"

"All Alphas do, even before they're enhanced, although the amount before enhancement is usually minuscule. Now that you've been enhanced, you have to learn how to use those pheromones. Somehow the production part of your pheromones must have matured quicker than it usually does. So, other than that, how do you feel?"

"I feel... great. But what's this 'enhancement' thing? What did you do to us? I feel as if I could run up this mountain with two hundred pounds on my shoulders and never get tired."

Jeff turned to open the door. "And you will feel great, as you put it, for a very, very long time, my young friend, and so will your women. Now, let's go eat. Oh, yeah," he said, turning back to Jeremy. "Expect to eat three times as much this morning as you have ever eaten at one time in your life. And when you pack your lunches Monday morning, make sure that all of you take extra — a lot extra. For the next several weeks, all three of you will be hungry all the time. After the initial hunger stage is over, you'll still eat much more than any other normal man your size."

When they stepped into the dining room, as if to emphasize what Jeff had said, Denise and Connie grabbed Jeremy's hands. "We're famished. Come on."

"We thought you were never coming back," Denise added.

Jeff and Diana smiled as their younger wives descended on the three, dragging them to the steam table and giving advice about various foods, sometimes adding extra to the workers' plates. The Prime kissed his Queen. "Make sure they stay for lunch, and when they leave, send a load of frozen steaks with them. They're already struggling financially, and haven't lived together long enough for pooling of incomes to have time to help much. Having three ravenous appetites is going to make things more difficult for a while. We also need to reassure them that they're not going to get fat."

His Queen smiled at him. "I'll send one of our big ice chests with them, full of frozen steaks and vegetables. Denise has already told me they have a large chest-type freezer." She stood thinking for a moment. "We'll put the ice chest in the back of Jeremy's pickup, then tell them just before they leave. That way, they'll have a harder time trying to refuse it."