Chapter 421

The Retreat

When Arlene and Ann, holding hands, walked into the living room, the TV was on and most of the people at the Retreat were gathered there – some watching TV while most sat in small groups to chat, make out a bit with their Alpha, or play board games.

The two young wives had already stopped by the kitchen for a late meal, but weren’t interested in a slow night playing cards or chatting. When Jeff’s lap finally became free for a moment, Arlene plopped down to whisper in her husband’s ear, “Ann and I are super horny. I guess it’s because of all that tension as we engaged in mock combat with the new pilots...”

“And how did you do?” Jeff asked the required question, well knowing the answer already because Ship had given him a synopsis even before the girls were finished with their late meal.

Ann stood behind Jeff to drape her arm around his neck as she leaned to exchange a short, but hot kiss with him. “We kicked their asses.”

“But they’ll get better when they unlearn their Earth-based combat maneuvers,” Arlene added.

“How many hits did your interceptor take?” Jeff asked, his voice now serious.

The girls passed a glance, “None of course,” they answered in unison.

“Well, shit,” the Prime griped.

After another quick glance, Arlene seemed to have been picked to respond. “Uh, what’s wrong with that? We kicked their asses, Daddy.”

Looking from one to the other, he realized what their problem was. “Oh, I’m proud of you two, but I was hoping the pilots were at least good enough for some of them to get in a hit now and then. They didn’t get even one hit?”

Arlene cleared her throat, wondering if she should say it. “Uh, none of them got off a bolt that even came close. Most of the time, they never got to fire a single aimed pulse. Once the tension was up, they seemed to drop back into their Earth-style combat reflexes. They didn’t utilize anywhere near the full potential of the inertialess drive. Eventually, we gave them time to settle down before we attacked, but once we fully engaged them, it became a ‘turkey shoot’, as one of the guys called it.”

“Shit,” Jeff muttered under his breath. “I had hoped...”

“Daddy, we trained them to fully utilize their drives – we really did, and so did Ship through the instructors at the academy. And they seemed to get it ... until the mock combat started. I know you already know this even better than we do, but everything there is so real, and especially when you’re operating one of the simulators. Once your interceptor is launched from the carrier, everything is indistinguishable from reality ... and their fighter training here on Earth took hold.

“The instructors warned them and trained everyone in detail, but it all went to crap once they were out of the lock,” Ann added.

The Prime let out a sigh. “Oh, I expected it, but I was hoping they would catch on after a few encounters with the two of you. Maybe Ship needs to increase the pain stimulus...”

But both girls were laughing. At his raised eyebrow, “If Ship zaps them any harder they’re going to do something in their pants. They just need time, Daddy.”

Jeff let out a sigh. “Time that I hope we have. So what are they doing now?”

“Back to the classroom, then advanced flight training – again. After that, back to combat flight training. Ship wants us to engage them again midday tomorrow, our time.”

The Prime stood to hug both of his young wives. “This has to work. I can’t send two interceptors against all those paladins – no matter how good those two crews are. Dammit, I really thought this would work.”

“It will, Husband,” both wives said in unison.

As Jeff stood, Arlene put her arms around her father’s neck and leaned up for a kiss. Afterward, she hugged him hard. “They’re sharp people, Daddy, just a bit full of themselves. They’re fighter jocks, so they are used to doing things better and faster than anyone else...”

“And according to what I understand from Ship, they got their asses handed to them by two young women that some refer to behind their backs – minus some of the more colorful adjectives, of course – as teenage bitches. Your trouncing their asses had to have been a serious shock to their egos.”

Jeff stood thinking for a moment as a grin spread across his face. “I suspect there is some very dedicated learning going on at the academy as we speak. They’re going to learn and learn well – I hope. They aren’t going to allow two teenage women to best them without one hell of a fight. Expect some very aggressive response from some, if not all of them. At least, that’s what I hope their responses to having their asses handed to them will be. If not, they won’t learn and they’re going to die when they face the aliens.”

Diana, who had been standing nearby listening, came over to put her hands on her husband’s shoulders and look up at him. Pulling his face down, she locked her mouth to his. When she broke the kiss a few seconds later, she nodded to Charlotte and Ada who were playing chess at a small table near the big windows. “You’re going to have your hands full tonight, Husband. We’re all horny from the wedding last night – and doing without while you serviced your new brides.” When he started to say something, she laid a finger gently on his lips. “Hush, Lover. No need to say anything. They deserved their wedding night and we aren’t jealous. But they’re feeling a little afraid, I imagine, and need reassurance from their man. Not to mention fucking their brains out again to welcome them to our bed. So why don’t we head for the bedroom where we’ll try to show you just how much we love you?”

Before Jeff could say anything, Diana raised her voice. “Ada, Charlotte, would you come over here, please?”

Then quietly to Jeff, “Show them that you’re their Alpha, Husband. Make me proud.”

When the two new wives came over, Jeff tenderly kissed each of them, then leaning forward, put an arm around each of the two new wives and threw the squealing women over his shoulders.

As everyone giggled or laughed, he marched out the door with all his wives following except Ann and Arlene who rushed on ahead to hold the suite doors open for their husband.

Ada and Charlotte didn’t have time to be much embarrassed, for several wives helped their clothes disappear as if by magic. Ada was pushed back toward the bed until the back of her knees made contact. Jeff pushed a bit more, then before she quite knew what was happening, her legs were on his shoulders and his mouth was on her pussy.

“Jeff. Oh, wait, Jeff. I haven’t showered since this mooorning,” she gasped out, drawing out the last word as his tongue licked from bottom to top of her nether lips. Seconds later, her heels drummed on his back as the first orgasm of the night rocketed through her.

A little later as she lay gasping for breath, hands guided his cock to her entrance and he slowly pushed to her womb. Her heels again drummed on his back as he folded her nearly in half and fucked her. A few minutes later, she was unconscious after an orgasm that refused to end.

Charlotte watched mesmerized as his wet cock emerged from her mother. Before the daughter could quite realize what was going on, he had flipped her to her stomach, pulled her into position and had shoved that pussy-slick cock into her. “Oh, Jeff. Oh, Jeff,” she mumbled over and over as the Prime took his new wife.

A little later, she was lying unconscious beside her sleeping mother, both their pussies drooling sperm.

Arlene tackled him, encouraged him to lie on his back, and mounted him. “Yes,” she soon screamed out as she raised and lowered herself on his cock, her breasts bouncing delightfully as thin streams of milk sprayed from her swollen nipples. “Drink it,” she hissed while leaning forward so he could catch a nipple with his mouth. “They’re so full they hurt. Suck hard, Daddy.”

He was pleased to do her bidding.

With one hand behind her back and the other holding a breast, he sucked, drinking her milk, all the while slamming his cock upward into his thrashing daughter. After more orgasms than she could count, he rammed hard into her, bouncing her womb around the way she liked, before tensing and pumping a geyser of sperm into her.

A mumbling Arlene collapsed into unconsciousness from mental overload as he held her tightly while her pussy continued to milk him even after she was totally out.

He hadn’t realized it at the time, but Susan, Diana, Melissa and Jenny had all been touching the father and daughter as they made love, thus they also collapsed with smiles on their faces as their pussies twitched from the aftershocks of numerous orgasms and the feeling of being flooded by their husband’s semen.

A couple of hours later, Arlene snuggled on top of her husband as Diana pulled one of Jeff’s arms around her to lay her head on his right shoulder. Ada, half conscious, did the same on his other side, both women throwing a leg over his to press their dripping pussies against his hips. Ada was barely aware enough to realize he would have a sticky place on his hip in the morning.

Charlotte smiled as she saw her mother in Jeff’s arms, then snuggled to Ada’s back as the AI turned the lights off.

The Prison Planet

After inspecting the sourdough starter, Morales decided that it was ready again. Taking half out, he stirred in the proper amount of flour to continue the starter, and recovered the pan. Hey, he thought, I can free up the pan now.

With a grin, he scooped the starter into one of the bowls and covered it with a piece of hide before thoroughly cleaning the pan.

After starting his computer, he brought up the bread recipe to make sure he remembered how to make it. With much more assurance this time, he mixed the starter with the other ingredients and put the dough aside to rest and rise before laying the wood for a fire in his clay oven. One of these days I’ll make a better one with a separate fire pit, but this one gets the job done – well, other than my having to wipe a little ash off the bottom of the bread, that is. But fuck it. The bread tastes damn good, anyway.

In a good mood, he strapped on his weapons and dropped his new bolts into the quiver. Wearing his cherished safety glasses, he went down the hill and pressed a couple of pinecones into a clay bank he had been using as a backstop for target practice.

On the opposite side of the stream, he removed the factory-made bolt from the crossbow and inserted his homemade one into the slot. Making sure Lobo was well back, he stood behind a convenient tree about the right size. With his arms around the tree, he aimed the crossbow as best he could, then eased his face fully behind cover. With a tense intake of breath, he squeezed the trigger.

There was a perfectly normal sound as the crossbow snapped the string forward propelling the bolt seemingly instantly across the stream to impact the bank. He, at first, thought he had fired the bolt high, totally missing his backstop, but he eventually saw the last couple of inches of the bolt protruding from the bank just barely above water level. Apparently, in his nervousness, he hadn’t held the crossbow on target when he fired, but that didn’t stop the grin when he realized the bolt was intact.

“Yes,” he said with a chortle as he pumped his fist skyward. “The bolts don’t explode, Lobo. Now let’s see if I can hit anything with them.”

After reloading, he leaned an arm against the tree, took a deep breath, let half of it out, waited for the sight to center, and squeezed the trigger. The pinecone bucked, and half of it rolled down into the water, the other half remaining stuck to the bank by the bolt that barely protruded from the clay.