Chapter 166

MIDVILLE, WYOMING — MONDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 3

The early breakfast meeting went off without a hitch. One of Tingle's assistants gave laptops and the latest high-end smart phones to Luther, Megan and each of the town council members. When the meeting was over, the assistant set up a training schedule for the programs they would use on the laptops and gave them a quick introduction to the phones.

As Luther, Megan and Ray Tingle stood outside the small office building, Luther reminded Tingle, "Don't forget. When I turn in my notice, I'll probably be fired. If he treats me the same way he has others when they quit, the owner won't even mail me my final check. I'll have to drive over to get it next week on payday."

Tingle chuckled. "If he fires you, his loss; our gain." Tingle didn't mention the sign-on bonus Cambridge was going to get, leaving it for a surprise. "Like we said before, we won't have to wait two weeks for you to start with us." Tingle paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Look, Mr. Cambridge, I know this seems a little ... far-fetched, but Mr. Wainwright does things this way. Whenever he starts anything, he goes all out. The man is brilliant. While most people are hung up in the moment, he sees things years ahead, and seems to know precisely what to do at exactly the right time. It's one of the many reasons I keep working for him. I think I would work for him even if he didn't pay me, but don't tell him that," he laughed. "There is always something going on. But he doesn't cheat or underpay anyone — ever. Please don't misunderstand me; he's no pushover. Several people have tried to con him. The operative word is 'tried.' To my knowledge, no one has ever succeeded. Once someone tries, though, he's off Mr. Wainwright's 'good-guy' list forever. He never forgets a friend, but he never forgets an enemy, either.

"Look, I realize you're a little worried right now, but in a few weeks, you're going to be too busy to worry. You and the town council are going to be making many decisions about your little town. From what I saw here this morning with the council members deferring everything to you, I strongly suspect that you are going to be the one making all the decisions."

Jill and Kathy waved to the people on the ground as the helicopter rose above the little airport. Pastor Cambridge and Megan waved back. When Bill turned the copter and Jill couldn't see the Cambridges any longer, she sat back fully in her seat, took a tissue from her purse and wiped her eyes. Trying to hide a sniff, "I really like those people. I hate to leave."

"We all like them," Wainwright acknowledged. "We'll see them again soon."

"I hope so."

THE RETREAT

Jeff sat in his basement office, his chair pushed back from his desk, Susan snuggled in his lap and Little One on his right shoulder as she nestled against his neck. He could feel the two females' love for him, and he hoped they could also detect his feelings for them.

"You didn't nurse all my milk last night, Husband. If you don't want it, I'm going to have to express it this morning."

Jeff kissed his wife/Queen and grinned.

"What's that smirk on your face?" Susan queried.

"Oh, nothing," he hedged.

"'Oh, nothing, '" she mimicked. "Tell me, Husband."

"I was just remembering how much you used to hate me. Now you ask me to drink your milk."

"And you don't like to nurse my milk?"

"You know I do."

She hesitated a moment. "That still bugs you, doesn't it?" Without waiting for his answer, she continued, "I've already told you I didn't really hate you back then. I was pissed that you took my daughter from me so young..."

"I didn't," the Prime began.

"Oh, she was still there in the house with us, but she belonged to you after the wedding, and you assured that the wedding would happen when you impregnated her. But, as I told you before, I was ... jealous."

"So, I turned you on even back then?" he laughed.

"I couldn't acknowledge it — not even to myself. So I dealt you misery, instead."

Jeff pulled her top above her breasts. "So you continue to punish me by making me suck your milk?" he teased.

"Something like that," she sighed as she guided a breast to his mouth and felt him beginning to suck.

He slipped a hand under her short skirt and slowly crept his fingers upward, softly stroking her inner thigh, ever creeping toward her center.

With a grunt of frustration, she grabbed his hand and placed it roughly onto her pussy. He pulled back from her breast a little when his hand only encountered bare flesh between her legs, "Oh, someone left off her panties this morning."

Susan started to reply when he pushed his middle finger into her with his thumb coming to rest on her clit. As he sucked hard on her nipple, he tasted the sweet milk squirting into his mouth. "Oh, my," she squeaked out as she felt her orgasm already beginning to build.

Jeff could feel Little One tagging along with their feelings. He didn't know if the small alien could orgasm, but he knew she enjoyed becoming one with him as he made love to his women. He tried to send his feelings to her, thanking her for all she had done for them, telling her of his love for her.

Susan continued to hold her breast with one hand as her orgasm grabbed her, her other arm going around his head, pulling his face hard against her breast. "Oh, Jeff," she wailed as the first of her orgasms struck. She shivered in his arms as her milk seemed to gush into his mouth. Later, she sat nestled in his arms as she slept, her top still pushed above her breasts.

"It's time we tried to call the Ship and ask her to come here, " he sent to Little One. "I need to tell her to let the General and his wives ride with her."

The message he was trying to send to the alien telepath wasn't as simple as that, and involved mental pictures as he struggled to put his words into the concepts Little One understood.

{{{ Yes, My Prime. }}}

The alien AI hesitated for a moment as her mind linked with his. He felt a ... swirl of alienness for a second as their minds merged. This had never happened quite this way with Little One, and the merge with the Ship was different, as well. Nausea threatened as vertigo struck. He fought back his gorge, his mind seeking a level plane in the swirl of alien thoughts that assailed him.

With an abruptness that was in itself startling, something surrounded him, but there was no projected danger, rather a feeling of ... protection combined with an intense feeling of love. Darkness swirled to light, then dark, then light again. The vertigo mostly faded away. The alienness of the situation remained. He seemed to be inside the Ship, standing by one of the vision screens looking out into the giant underground hangar at the base.

Almost before the thought had formed, he felt as if he merged with the Ship's AI, but it wasn't the same as when he sat in the command chair. It was as if he was somehow slightly out of focus. He was there with the Ship, yet he wasn't.

When he sat in the command couch, he became the Ship. Here, he seemed to only ... touch her mind. Instead of the clear communication he was accustomed to with her, he struggled to send her his needs and instructions, forming concepts to be sent through Little One.

Apparently the Ship understood, because he received what had to be an acknowledgment. Soon, he could feel Little One struggle to maintain the link, then he was back in the lab swallowing hard, taking deep breaths as the vertigo again swirled around him.

He realized that he could still feel Little One — feel her fatigue. "You okay?" he tried to mentally send to her.

He got back something that he interpreted to mean, {{{ My energies are quickly rebuilding. }}}

In moments, he felt an almost purr from her that he knew meant she was fine.

"You are much stronger than you once were," he sent to her.

{{{ Indeed, I have a much enhanced power source, but until recently, I could not have sent your mind to the Ship. Your abilities have also grown stronger, My Prime. }}}

He was fairly certain he got the gist of her storm of mental concepts and impressions, but wondered if they would ever truly understand each other. He had already "discussed" the Ship enhancing Little One's language ability, but the AI was oddly reluctant to do so. He could feel love, concern, other things, but many of the concepts that Little One sent were so alien he had no clue as to their meaning. Still, their communication was progressing. At least, he was getting better at understanding complicated concepts, but he wondered if she really understood all of his stumbling attempts to communicate with her.

Having distracted his mind with thoughts of Little One, he realized that his vertigo was gone, leaving only a little dizziness behind, and a deep fatigue. He closed his eyes again, taking long slow breaths. Shortly, he felt better and opened his eyes. A smile touched his face as he realized that Susan was breathing against his neck, and his cock was responding.

His dick was straining against his pants where Susan's butt was pressing down on it. Hmmm, I don't have to be anywhere just now. He tweaked his wife's nipple, then leaning down, gently nipped it with his teeth. Susan groaned in her sleep, her breathing changing as her mind began to surface from her slumber.

Little One, sensing what he had in mind, flowed through his collar and spread out onto his back.

He reached behind Susan and unzipped her short skirt. "Stand up, Wife. I need some of that pussy."

"Oh, such a bad boy," she teased, coming to her feet and shimmying her hips to cause the skirt to fall to the floor, revealing that she had on a garter belt to hold up her hose.

"You dressed for me?" he half questioned, his voice teasing.

"Now why else would I be wearing heels here in the Retreat? And who else would I dress for?" she responded with a quiet giggle.

Without being asked, she leaned on the desk, looking back over her shoulder as he slipped his shoes and socks off, and dropped his pants, kicking them aside. He knelt behind her and ran his tongue gently up and down her nether lips, tasting her juices, then lapped at her clit.

Susan shivered. "I'm as hot as I'm ever going to get," she moaned out. "Just fuck me, please."

He stood and slid his cock along her vulva to momentarily touch her clit, then pulled back to do it again. She wiggled her ass trying to trap the head of his cock with her hole. Just as she drew breath to complain about his taking so long, he pushed past her lips, lodging himself into her opening. She sucked in a breath and pushed back at him.

"I don't need gentle," she hissed out. "Take me. Fuck me. Fuck your mother-in-law. Fuck your wife."

Three more pushes and he was fully inside her, pressing against her cervix. He pulled out a little and slammed back into her, his balls rocking against her clit. She sucked in a breath, whining as her first orgasm built, her ass beginning to meet his strokes as he continued a slow in-and-out movement. After a while, he reached under her to firmly grasp her breasts.

"Yes," she hissed out as he squeezed them hard. "Breed me," she squealed even louder.

We're not to that point, yet, he thought as he felt her tunnel grab his cock, and besides, Arlene would kill both of us if I gave you our first baby. She says I have no excuse now that we have Little One to assure that the baby will be perfect. But if my wives could control Little One, I would be surrounded by women with swollen bellies.

The Prime let out a quiet chuckle at the demands of his mother-in-law. You'll be sexy with your belly swelled up, My Wife, but not just yet, he thought. He pinched her nipples, pushing her over the precipice. Her ass wiggling, her pussy gripping his cock, she wailed out her orgasm, immediately beginning to build toward another one.

She looks hardly older than Diana, and her pussy is just as tight — and almost as talented.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock as she fell off the precipice again, only to have a chain of orgasms, one starting even before the last one had finished. He began to pump harder, letting his control go, working toward his own release. Another dozen strokes and he gasped out, "Here it comes, Baby."

He slammed into her several times, grunted, squeezed her breasts tighter, stroked hard one last time, ramming in and holding against her womb. His ball sack tightened up, his prostate cramped and he felt his semen pump through his cock into the squirming woman under him. In the midst of her screams, he flipped her switch, causing her orgasms to continue on, their strength ever spiraling upward. Her screams of ecstasy gradually tapered off and her world faded away as her mind was overloaded with orgasmic intensity.

He lay on her, pushing her against the desk, keeping her from falling while he regained his breath. With a hand firmly in the middle of her back, he pulled out of her, watching a gob of sperm-laden semen gush from her pussy and start down her thigh. Lifting her into his arms, he gently deposited the sleeping woman on the office couch, then went into the bathroom for a dampened washcloth and a towel to clean her up.