Chapter 216

Van, Adriana and Lillian's Farm

Late at night, Adriana, Lillian and Van were making love in their bedroom. As usual, Van had taken his time, kissing Adriana, sucking on her breasts to get more of her increasing lactation, then trailing kisses down her body to wind up at her pussy. Forgetting her earlier idea about refraining from being quiet, she bit her hand as she had been doing to lessen the sound, when yet another orgasm came crashing upon her. When the orgasm tapered off, she pulled on her husband's head. "Come up here. Fuck me. I can't stand to wait any longer."

He was more than willing to move things along. Loving Adriana with his mouth, along with Lillian's teasing fingers gently massaging his balls, had made his cock as hard as it had ever been in his life. He slid up the woman he loved more than his own life, feeling Lillian's hand guiding his cock to her sister-wife's center.

With a push, the head popped in to the accompaniment of a jerk of Adriana's body and an intake of breath. "Ohhhh, that feels..." But then he pushed the rest of the way, his cock gliding slowly up her, expanding her pussy and causing her to shudder out another little orgasm as he hit bottom. "Oh, my," she hissed when she could breathe again.

"Damn, I have never once put my dick in you that I didn't marvel at how tight you are, and now that I'm married to the two of you, I have two pussies that feel like virgins... and I have them every night."

"That was a good save, there, Husband," Lillian said as she whacked him on his naked butt.

"What?" he wondered aloud as he turned his head to look at her, having no idea what she meant.

"Would you two dispense with the conversation," Adriana grumbled, "and get on with the fucking?"

Van pulled back, then shoved his cock forward again, somewhat harder than he had been doing, setting up a rhythm. As he continued to nudge Adriana's cervix, she squealed and wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles and pulling him into her as hard as she could. After a few minutes, on the edge again, she wiggled her hips, rubbing her womb against the head of his cock. Van gave her a few short strokes, then several long, hard ones to the accompaniment of her grunts of pleasure when he hit bottom each time.

"Oh, shit, Van. Oh, shit, Van," she said, over and over, her voice getting louder and louder. He knew this was going to be one of her big ones, and expecting her to scream out, leaned forward to lock his mouth on hers, worrying about Jeremy and his women hearing them. Lillian, on the other hand, remembering what Adriana had earlier said, reached to turn Van's head slightly as she leaned in between them a little to plaster her mouth against his, preventing him from cutting off Adriana's scream.

Adriana sucked in a breath, hesitated a second as her orgasm reached crescendo, then unconsciously screamed for all she was worth, bucking her hips upward as she did so. Lillian, although as hot as the other two, and touching both of them so that she felt the orgasm as well, still had enough of her thought processes left to decide that she may have miscalculated slightly – Adriana's mouth was far too close to her ear.

Lillian tried to move, but the two excited females had taken their toll on Van, not to mention the rhythmic pulsations of Adriana's convulsing vagina around his cock. He grabbed Lillian, pulling her against him too tightly for her to get away, assuming, of course, that she had enough functioning brain cells left to control her body that well. Lillian's mouth came free of Van's as she slumped on Adriana. With Lillian's mouth free, she too screamed out one of the strongest orgasms either had ever had.

Van felt his orgasm start as a tingling somewhere down around his balls, then expanding into an indescribable sensation that spread throughout his body as his prostate pumped out every ounce of semen he had in him. Vaguely, he realized he must be feeling his women's orgasms as well as his own, and quickly decided that a male mind wasn't designed for that. Before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted, he managed to direct himself somewhat to the side so that he didn't crush his mates.

Two doors down the hall, hearing the wailing, three women, or two women and a girl, if you will, broke into laughter as Jeremy tried to sit up. But with Paulette riding his cock and Connie industriously trying to push a titty down his throat, they prevented him from doing that.

"What happened? What was that?" Jeremy got out as Connie pulled her breast back a little and all three wives giggled.

"Sounds like Adriana and Lillian instituting our new sexual policy," Denise managed past her giggles. There was quiet for a second, then the women looked at each other and the three of them burst out laughing.

"'Sexual policy?'" Jeremy wondered aloud, his mind diverted by the tight pussy massaging his cock.

"Yep," Connie said, "We voted to let it all hang out."

That brought on another bout of laughter, but what Paulette's laughter did to his cock while it was buried in her was too much for him. He was already on the edge, and the extra massaging from her pussy was all it took. He thrust hard up into his sister for a few strokes, then arched his hips upward, skewering the girl on his cock and raising her off the bed as his come geysered into her with force. The warm sperm spurting deeply into the young teenager's pussy was more than she could stand. Her orgasm roared through her and she screamed out her cry of fulfilment.

The Retreat

Matt had decided, as other men had in the past, that women were a study in dichotomies. She loved him, or said she did, yet she left him for fear he would be killed like her father. When Whatley (the Atlanta SAC) told her of Matt's promotion, and both he and his boss agreed that the danger would be less, she confessed that she had been miserable without her husband, and came back to him, swearing she would never leave him again.

In spite of her rather convincing arguments that the Matthews were aliens, Courtney had continued to pet an alien in her lap as they had sat talking to the Matthews. If that's not a dichotomy, what is? Matt thought as the two walked into their bedroom, Courtney still carrying Little One tucked against her chest.

As if reading his mind, "I know – I know," Courtney said as Matt began unbuttoning his shirt. "But I ... She just makes me feel ... content. I'm afraid of what she's about to do to us, but I'm not afraid of her."

Matt hung the shirt over the back of a chair, then sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks. I'm sure there's some logic in there – somewhere. I guess I'll never understand her – never understand women in general, for that matter. But she's logical as can be – most of the time. And come to think of it, she's beginning to make me wonder if the Matthews aren't really ... Oh, the hell with that, he thought as he wrenched his mind away from the subject. We're committed to this. Continuing that thought process, he stood to take his pants off and put them on the chair, then looked at his wife and suggested, "Let's get to bed and see what happens. If we wake up hungry as heck, we'll know it's happened, according to Col... , uh, Jeff."

They made their usual rounds of the bathroom, then dressed for bed, or Courtney did, putting on conservative sleepwear, and Matt, who usually slept nude, kept on his shorts and tee shirt. He found the remote and turned the lights out, but with the nightlight, they still had enough illumination to see each other. Courtney lay on her side facing Matt, snuggled to him, her head on his shoulder and his arm tucked around her as she put Little One on his chest, her hand still stroking the Healer from time to time. "I'm sorry, Honey."

"Sorry for what?" he asked as he reached to pull the sheet up to their waists.

"Sorry for calling these people aliens, for one thing."

With her left ear pressed against his chest, she could hear the deep rumble as he chuckled. "Hell, Baby, I'm not even sure you're wrong. You did present a pretty convincing argument. The difference is that I don't care if they're aliens are not. Jeff saved my ass, and that of a number of other people, too. That tends to make me cut him a lot of slack. Besides, they've treated us like royalty – aliens or not."

There was quiet for a moment before Courtney said, "We're supposed to meet more Alphas and their wives tomorrow, and Diana and Jeff say we'll be enhanced by then, and believing will be a lot easier for us." After a moment, she sighed, then hesitantly added, "In addition to what's happened, I'm worried about associating more closely with all the women while we prepare our big meal. They all seem ... I don't know; they just ... coordinate almost too well, and they're all beyond gorgeous. I'm just worried that..."

"Baby, if I didn't know you better, I would think you're starting to have an inferiority complex. Don't you dare feel inferior to them. You're the sharpest person I know, and you're beautiful, too. So, maybe you'll be a lot more at ease with them once you've helped with the meal. Hey," he said, turning a little to better see her face, "you just remember that your intelligence and beauty were what attracted me to begin with."

"Liar," she said with a chuckle, lightly pinching his side, "you were staring at my cleavage."

"Well ... that too," he laughed. Turning a little, he deeply kissed her. "Don't suppose..."

"No," she laughed, gently pushing against his chest to encourage him to lie back flat. "If Little One, here," she said as she again caressed the Healer, "is as intelligent as they say, I'm certainly not going to make love in front of her."

"Well, in that case," he said, rolling his lips out in a fake pout, "we might as well go to sleep."

"Good idea," she responded, leaning up to kiss him.

After the kiss, which didn't do a thing to make his cock go down, Matt stretched, took a breath and closed his eyes. The blue beams came on before his next breath. A second later, both husband and wife were much more deeply asleep than they had expected.

A couple of hours later, Jeff walked into the room to retrieve Little One, who remained on Matt's chest, Courtney's hand still touching the small alien. As Jeff put the Healer on his shoulder, That was a bit sneaky projecting calm to Courtney, but it seemed to work.

As Little One flowed under his tee shirt, {{{ She was upset. Logically, I should try to calm her. }}}

Jeff was beginning to think that the alien understood more from others than she admitted. Apparently he had projected his thoughts, because he felt her version of a snigger as she flowed through the neck of the shirt and onto his back.

{{{ Have I missed your lovemaking with your mates tonight? }}}

Yeah, but we can wake a couple of them if you want. The wave of raw emotion he felt in response was answer enough.

The Prime put a prepared note on Matt's chest, then stood back to look at the two on the bed. You're going to make a fine Alpha, my friend, and yet another good contact with the FBI. Win – win as far as I'm concerned, he thought. With a grin on his face, he turned for the door, only to stop for a second as he looked back at the couple, then sending to Little One, Seems to me you're getting faster with the enhancements all the time. Well done! I'd like to be a fly on the wall when they wake up hungrier than they've ever been in their lives.

He could feel Little One project contentment and love from having her Prime brag on her. Yeah, I love you, too, Baby, the Prime sent to her.

Jeff was right. Matt awakened with a gnawing hunger that would not be denied. He fumbled for the remote and turned the lights up. "You okay?" he whispered into his wife's ear as he gently shook her.

She blinked her eyes against the light, obviously noticing her dry lips. "I'm thirsty and ... oh, crap," she exclaimed. "It ... uh, she must have done it. I'm ravenous." Looking around for Little One, she saw the note. "I guess Jeff has been here to get her. Oh, well," she finished, her voice projecting slight disappointment. Picking up the note, she read aloud:

Food waiting for you in the kitchen in the first refrigerator on the right. EAT! Eat a LOT. See you at six for breakfast, but do NOT try to wait until then to eat.

Jeff and Diana

As soon as Matt and Courtney were out of bed, Courtney looked over at her husband. "Do you feel it?"