Chapter 184

Adriana had just walked into their bedroom where Van was propped against a big pillow on the bed, reading a book. "That took a while," he said, putting the book on the bedside table. "I was beginning to think you had decided we weren't going to make love tonight."

Adriana slipped her robe off, laid it on a chair by the bed, and sat beside her husband. He reached to cup a breast as their lips met for a leisurely kiss. She eventually pulled back and gently took his hand from her boob, holding the hand in her lap. "I'm always ready to make love with you – particularly tonight. I'm beyond ready, but we need to talk for a minute. Okay?"

Van pulled his hand free to tweak a nipple, but eventually sighed and leaned back against his pillow. "Trouble?" he asked.

Adriana shook her head, clasping her hands in her lap as she thought for a moment. "No. Not that kind of trouble, but, well ... I was with Paulette so long because she's..."

" ... Upset about her brother making love with his two wives just down the hall," Van offered.

Adriana let out a soft chuckle. "You're partially right. She's upset, but not the way you've implied. She bitched me out about not having already bought her a vibrator. She's emphasized that it should be a clitoral one. She doesn't want to risk anything going inside her and possibly damaging her hymen. That belongs to her brother."

Adriana reached over to kiss him on the tip of his nose. "Are you horny?"

"Wha..."

"Simple question. Are you horny?"

"Hell, yes. You know I am. And since Little One enhanced..."

"Exactly," Adriana interrupted. "Our daughter is practically climbing the walls. She knows her brother is screwing the brains out of his women just down the hall from us. She's heard what Connie and Denise said happened on their wedding night. Trust me; you should be proud of our son. A woman, not enhanced by Little One, would have been in the hospital if half what they describe happened – half.

"Baby, I know you're not for her marriage right now, but our daughter is having some serious problems."

"Maybe Little One will tone down her sex urges if Jeff asks her to..."

"Van. Would you like to have your sexual urges 'toned down?'"

"Uh, okay, bad idea. But there's masturbation. I assume she..."

"The only time she can do it – at least after we arrived here – is late at night, and I doubt if that is going to satisfy her before she becomes too sore to touch herself. Crap, why haven't I already bought her a vibrator?" she asked herself aloud. There was a long pause, then, "Honey, she'll be fifteen next week..."

"Yeah, and we don't want our son to go to jail, do we?" Van broke in.

"Oh, come on, Van, she looks every bit of sixteen. We are darn sure not going to broadcast it, anyway. Most women would give their right arm for boobs like hers. But her adult looks aren't something I want to talk about right now. We could have her stay at home except on the weekends, just like we talked about. Paulette is far from stupid, besides, she's always been secretive; she'll keep her mouth shut, and she'll have a very good reason to do so. Van, she's been enhanced. Diana says their enhancement came about slowly, and even then, she and Arlene had some problems. She says that Little One now does everything almost at once. Well, she says we'll have other things that we will notice over time, but our bodies have become 'perfect machines' in a very short period of time.

"If Paulette feels anything like I do, I know she needs a man – badly. And ... she's not yet all the way through puberty, I suspect. I had you at her age, and I still jilled off a lot more than you ever knew."

"You did?" Van said, raising an eyebrow. "That's sexy."

"Well, I can almost guarantee our daughter is in there right now doing just that. Does that turn you on? Jeff is married to his daughter."

But Van was shaking his head. "Not a turn on for me. I have no sexual urges or fantasies about my daughter..."

"For your sister, though, I hope. Pot calling the kettle black, maybe?"

Van was shaking his head. "No. I'm not belittling Jeff – far from it. But I don't have any urges toward my daughter – none. My sister now..." he chuckled, slipping a hand between her legs to trail a finger along her slit. She hissed in a breath as the finger passed gently over her clit.

He leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth while his finger continued to circle her clit, then inched down to push inside her wet sheath.

"Oh," she hissed in as he curled the finger to tap against the top of her tunnel, unerringly hitting her G-spot. "Oh, shit. You're good at that," she mumbled as she pushed her breast hard against his mouth. "Suck, Husband. Suck hard."

Paulette, wearing only her panties, had turned the light out in the sitting room, then holding her breath, she had slowly pushed down on the door handle to her parents' bedroom, praying the door wouldn't squeak. It didn't.

After what seemed like ages, she had the door open the barest crack, her ear glued to the gap. Her hearing had always been good. Now that she was enhanced, it was even better. Her parents, knowing that the bedroom was virtually soundproof, weren't making any effort to be quiet, having not the slightest idea that their daughter was listening at the partially-open door.

As Paulette realized that her dad was fingering her mother, the teenager slipped her panties off. Hearing what was going on in the bedroom, she circled a fingertip around her clit, gradually coming closer and closer. When she touched her little bud, she nearly screamed out at the heightened sensation. Trembling from almost being caught, she slumped against the wall for a moment. A few seconds later, she grabbed up her panties and stuffed them partway into her mouth, biting down on the material. Her ear back at the door, she listened to her parents as her finger gently circled her clit.

Her mother's sigh and Paulette touching her clit at the same time, caused an orgasm to come charging near. She waited, trying to hear and put what she heard into a visualization of what was going on in the bedroom.

"Uhhhh, that thing is big," Adriana whimpered at the same time Van let out a deep sigh.

Paulette rubbed her clit hard for a few seconds, then went rigid as the hovering orgasm crash-landed. Only luck kept her from falling against the door, which would surely have dumped her ignominiously into her parents' bedroom. Instead, she slid down the door facing to land jarringly on her butt, then flat onto her back – not that she noticed any of it. The orgasm lasted for a good thirty seconds, her body twitching as she bit down on her panties to keep from screaming out, her hand clasped over her pussy.

Shaken by the intensity that was far beyond anything she had previously experienced, she lay there panting as she stared at the ceiling, only vaguely aware of where she was.

"Oh, Baby, you're tight," Van whispered into his wife's ear as he slowly slid his cock back and forth in her sheath.

"That thing is bigger," she managed, "and it was plenty big enough to start with. I'm not going to be able to walk in the morning," she got out, her voice rising in pitch as her next orgasm washed over her.

Van's pace picked up, his cock slamming into her. He held hard in her for a couple of seconds, then drew back and slammed forward again, his body trembling as his cock spewed semen against her cervix. Her scream brought Paulette back to the world, her finger again working madly at her clit.

An hour later, as Van staggered to the bathroom to relieve himself and get a washcloth and towel for his wife, Paulette struggled to her feet, quietly pulled the door fully closed, then made her way unsteadily to her bedroom. Inside, she put the tube of lubricant in the very back of the bedside table drawer, grabbed a hand mirror and looked at her red and swollen clit and pussy lips.

The lubricant helped, she decided. I'm going to have to thank Arlene for telling me where it was. I'm already sore, though. No telling how bad it would have been without the lubrication.

She slumped face down across her bed, asleep in an instant, her pretty butt still naked, Paulette having left her panties by her parents' bedroom door.

THE MATTHEWS' SUITE

Jeff and his women had made love and were now drifting off to sleep, when ... a series of bloodcurdling howls pierced the quiet sound of Rain on a Metal Roof that was the current background for the night. Various noises came from once-sleeping women, some of those sounds with expletives attached, plus a sigh from Jeff as almost everyone sat up. A groggy Arlene slid out of bed as she fumbled for the remote to bring the room lights up a little.

"But I just took you out, and you did everything."

Spike stood to wag his tail and whine at her.

"He doesn't want to go out; he wants his momma," Jeff grumped as he turned to his belly and put a pillow over his head, holding it tight against his ears.

Arlene went over and opened the kennel, taking the whimpering puppy into her lap and hugging him. Spike responded by wagging his tail and whining while trying to jump up and lick her face. "Shhhh," she whispered as she offered a fuzzy puppy toy that squeaked when pressed in the right place.

Muttering, Jeff grabbed the remote and turned the lights back down. Arlene lay on the floor and curled around the puppy until he went back to sleep. Carefully, she put him into the kennel, quietly closed the door and crept back into bed. She was just drifting off when a howl that gradually increased in volume and pitch went on and on as it ripped the soothing background sounds to bits.

"Put that damn dog in bed with you," Jeff mumbled from under his pillow. "Just don't let him piss on me."

Arlene jumped up, not bothering to bring the lights up, grabbed the puppy out of his kennel, ran back to the bed and snuggled him against her. Fifteen minutes later, when everyone was again soundly asleep, Spike crawled over Arlene and snuggled against Jeff. With a deep sigh, the tiny Chihuahua, now safe, drifted into sleep.

Forty-five minutes later when Arlene's watch beeped, she felt frantically for the missing puppy. Finally finding him snuggled between Jeff's arm and his body, she carefully lifted the puppy into her arms. Shortly, Spike's sweater in place, the half-asleep, teenage wife, still nude, but wrapped in her big coat and wearing her bunny shoes, staggered down the hall to the back door with her happy burden.

Back in bed a little later, Arlene asleep, the puppy again crawled over her to burrow against the Prime. Letting out a tiny sigh, the little canine was asleep almost instantly.

Van awoke to warmth and a sucking sensation on his throbbing dick. Managing to open one eye, he looked down to meet the pretty brown eyes of his wife looking back at him. He couldn't be certain that she had a grin on her face, due to his dick in her mouth at the time, but her eyes were sparkling as if she were proud of herself. She would suck his dick at the drop of a hat, but she seldom started his day out that way. She wants something, he thought as he smiled back at her.

She pulled her mouth off for a second to say, "Let it go, Lover."

He relaxed and concentrated on the sexy sight of his woman with a dick in her mouth. A few minutes later, his body began to shake. She gently dragged her nails under his balls and sucked harder. He clenched his jaws tight to keep from yelling out as his balls tightened against the base of his dick and he spewed his come into her mouth.

She continued to swallow until he was done, then licked up the last of his spend as it seeped from the head of his cock. "A good way to start the day, with my husband's sperm in my belly," she cooed.

When he was thoroughly clean, she slid up beside him. "We need to talk," she whispered as she gently bit his earlobe.

His chuckle followed on the heels of her comment. "I'm always ready to hear what you have to say after you've done that for me – as you well know," he teased.

"Might as well have you in a good mood," she laughed. "Besides, that's something I love to do. I almost always have a small orgasm when your cock pulses into my mouth."

"The shit is getting deep," he teased, looking over the side of the bed.

She whacked him on a shoulder, laughing. "Okay, so I believe in behavior modification. Anything wrong with that?"

"Not as long as you suck my dick to do it, there's not," he laughed. "All right, Wife, I'm in as good a mood as I'll ever be, thanks to that great blowjob. What's up?"

"I want a baby?"

"Oh," he said, as if her comment was totally unexpected. "Biological clock ticking, or something?"

The whack on his shoulder was a lot harder that time.

"I'm serious, " she grumbled.

"So am I," he chuckled as he leaned over to suck a thick nipple into his mouth.

"Be serious," she admonished. "I want..."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Van," she squealed, her knee almost hitting his balls as she crawled across him to plaster her naked body to his, her lips seeking those of her mate.

When she eventually pulled back, "I'll ask Jeff to get Little One to do whatever she has to."

Adriana sat up, then reached back to guide his again-hard cock to her entrance, sitting down hard on him. Her heightened excitement as she realized she would soon be pregnant, plus the enhancement, not to mention the throbbing cock going inside her, brought on her first scream of orgasm even as his cock slammed into her cervix.

Paulette entered the sitting room and immediately saw her panties laying by her parents' bedroom door. She sucked in a breath as her heart skipped a beat. Dashing across the room, she grabbed them up and hurried to her bedroom to put them away. Back a moment later and looking at her watch, she thought, If we don't get a move on, we won't be to the kitchen in time to help with breakfast.

She started to sit and wait, but wondered if her mom and dad had gotten into a conversation and had forgotten the time. They had certainly done it before. Without further thought, she walked over, rapped on their bedroom door and opened it to stand frozen as her mother, breasts swaying and bouncing, thrashed about on Van's cock. The daughter stepped back, eased the door closed, then ran to her bedroom, her hand already jammed into the waist of her pants, the scene in her parents' bedroom burned into her mind.