Chapter 428

Jeff, Ann and Arlene sat on the couch in Jeff’s business office, each girl snuggled under an arm as the three discussed the pilots’ training.

“ ... Yeah, Ann is right,” Arlene agreed, “they’re better, but, well ... it’s still pretty easy to take them out.”

Jeff let out a sigh. “But they are improving, right?”

“I just hope it’s fast enough,” Ann continued as she took the last sip of her soft drink before tossing the bottle into the trash, hitting the can dead center.

Jeff grinned at his young wife’s casual accuracy. “You couldn’t have done that if Diana had her way in here.”

“You mean the trash cans with the lid that responds when you walk near?”

“Yep,” he returned with a chuckle. “She wasn’t pleased when I got rid of mine. I suppose it’s the kid in me, but I keep the trash can all the way over there in the corner so I can throw things at it.”

“And you always hit it,” Arlene offered.

Jeff didn’t respond.

“He’s a pretty good shot with that thing between his legs, too,” Arlene said with a giggle.

“We are not going to do that again,” Jeff protested.

He was referring to a debate between his wives as to just how far his ejaculate would go. A while back, Arlene had given him a blowjob, and just as he began to ejaculate, she had pulled her mouth away and aimed his cock toward the light fixture hanging over the bed.

“It didn’t make it,” Jeff groused as he hoped his face wasn’t turning red.

“Oh, it made it, but my aim was a little off. I’m positive because Mom made me clean the fixture the next morning.”

“There’s no wonder we can feel it when you come, not to mention how much there is of it,” Ann remarked as she slid a hand to his groin.

Jeff eased her hand away. “The rest of our wives are waiting in the bedroom. Let’s put this off until we are with them.”

“Spoilsport,” Arlene grumped as she put her hand where Jeff had just pushed Ann’s away.

“So what do we do about the aviators?” he asked, hoping to redirect the conversation, but his cock had other ideas.

“Oh, look at that,” Arlene said as said cock hardened despite his best efforts to keep it from doing just that.

“Pilots,” he insisted as the girls stared at the bulge in his jeans.

“I think I have an idea that might help sharpen their response time, but I doubt if they’ll like it,” Arlene said, then continued teasingly, “I’ll tell you if you will give me a quickie before we go to the suite. Of course, that includes Ann,” she added.

The Prime frowned at his wives, playing along. “You two always drive a hard bargain,” he responded.

The girls groaned at his worn-out joke before locking eyes for a moment. “Arlene and I have tried to break down what we do with the video games since you think that playing all our lives has made us faster...”

“Ship and the aviators do, too,” Jeff commented.

“ ... And,” she continued, “we have a plan.”

“Don’t tell me you want the pilots to play games too...”

“Nope. Just the reflex part,” Arlene interrupted to say.

“But how...”

“Let us handle it, Daddy. I think we have the answer. With your permission, we’ll talk to Ship and get started first thing in the morning.”

Before he could ask anything else, Arlene straddled his legs before pulling her top over her breasts. With a titty jammed into his mouth, Jeff quit trying to question his young wives further.

In the shower a little later, it was obvious that Jeff’s mood was down a bit.

Helen squirted body wash onto his back. “You’re worried about our Clan Queen, aren’t you?”

“She shouldn’t be out there,” he grumbled, “and neither should Selina.” Then with more tenseness in his voice, “What if the aliens discover them?”

“Hush, Husband,” the genius said as she rubbed her perfect breasts against his back to spread the wash around, then stood on her tiptoes trying to reach higher.

Nat, Nicki and Whitney, who were washing his front, all giggled. “His cock just jumped,” Nat said as they all three tried to stroke him at the same time. “It’s so hard it’s almost touching his belly button.”

Whitney chimed in, “If it goes off, he’ll wash his own face.”

Nicki dropped to her knees and pulled Jeff’s cock down some so she could lock her mouth over the head. “Oh, shit,” the Prime moaned even as Nat began caressing his balls while Nicki sucked.

Helen continued her caressing with her breasts as she reached around to hug herself tighter to him. “Just let it go, Husband. You always have plenty for all of us.”

Within a few moments, Jeff let out a long groan, his cock pulsing as Nat, Nicki and Whitney shared his come just as they had always shared everything.

Done, Helen pulled him out of the shower. While the girls dried his front, she did his back. “I’m so horny I can’t stand it any longer,” she said as she took her shower cap off and shook out her beautiful hair. “Come on,” she said amidst giggles as she tugged him toward the bed by his still-hard cock.

As she stretched out on her back, her legs spread wide, he moved between them to begin kissing her as she continued trying to say something. When he moved to suck on her nipples, she gasped out, “No need. I can’t be any more ready. Just stick that big thing in me before I...” And he pushed deep into her with one stroke, his cock hitting the bottom of her pussy just as her first orgasm struck.

Her legs kicked, uncoordinated and wild as she tried to kiss him, then gaining some control, she locked her legs around his hips, arching upward even as she pulled him harder into herself.

Her students/sister-wives giggled as their teacher screamed and orgasmed again while Jeff continued to pound his cock into her.

“She’s gonna have trouble walking tomorrow,” Jennie said past giggles, then forgot and touched Helen’s shoulder. “Oh, shiiittt,” the teenager hissed out as she felt what Helen was feeling, accompanied by Jeff’s excitement as well.

Nicki grabbed Whitney’s hand, and she, in turn, grabbed Nat’s. “Too good to miss,” Nicki said as she reached to touch Helen’s other side.

A giggling Melissa reached for Jennie’s hand. “No way are you guys going to leave me out of the conversations tomorrow at school.”

“Well, poo,” Arlene said while turning to Ann. “Shall we?”

In seconds, all Jeff’s wives were touching in some manner or other. He paused with his cock buried in a squirming Helen as he looked around him at the daisy chain of orgasming women. Amazingly, Helen hadn’t fainted yet, so he put her legs on his shoulders and proceeded to fuck her brains out. Guess we’ll make love tomorrow night, he thought as he picked up speed. Looks like everyone wants a good fucking tonight.

A few minutes later, Helen’s whole body tensed. Arching her neck back, she took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds and came, her heels drumming on his shoulders with her cry of ecstasy continuing until she ran out of air and her body went limp. The spasming of her pussy pushed the Prime over and he pumped her full while letting out a long, low groan.

When his vision cleared and he could breathe semi-normally again, he pushed back to rest his weight on his arms, worrying that he had been restricting Helen’s breathing.

Looking around, he realized that his whole harem was out. In one way, he was pleased, but his cock, still soaking in Helen’s flooded pussy, had not gone down. Somehow though, he didn’t have the heart to wake any of them. Instead, he eased out of his wife before working his way down the bed, then covered everyone with the sheet. After quietly telling the AI to douse the lights, he slipped in behind Joyce.

Doggonit, Diana, I miss you,” he thought as he lay there worrying. You’re the Clan Queen. Everything revolves around you. You should be here, not some six plus light years away spying on a bunch of frickin’ aliens. Finally, well into the night, he drifted off.

The pilots had been given an eight-hour break from the academy – a real break outside Ship’s simulator. In their quarters, Justin shook Ben’s shoulder. “Shit. You’re kidding, right? It can’t be three hours yet.”

“My alarm says it is. Come on. Let’s get a cup of coffee in the lounge and get to it. We can sleep another hour or two after we get back.”

“You sure Ship will do this?” Ben worried as they entered the lounge and headed toward the counter.

“Give us coffee?” Justin deliberately misunderstood.

“Hell, no. Let us back in the simulation without everyone else there, too.”

When two cups of hot coffee popped into existence on the counter, Justin shrugged as they turned to sit at a nearby table to drink their wake-up brew. “Why not. Of course, you could ask her. She talks to the Colonel and his wives all the time. They say she’s self-aware and...”

“Why do you wish to go back to the simulator during your sleep period?” Ship interrupted.

Both pilots flinched, and Ben sputtered and almost spilled his coffee on himself, since he was in the process of taking a sip.

The two men glanced at each other for a second before Justin decided to be honest about their reason. “We’re afraid we’re going to be cut if we don’t improve, so we want to get in a little extra practice. We have an idea or two that we thought we would try without the instructor looking over our shoulders.”

Ben looked around for a camera, but finding none, asked anyway, “Uh, I hope you don’t have to tell the Colonel. We sure don’t want to wake him at this time of night.”

Ship’s chuckle sounded eerily human to both men. “Are you really some type of artificial intelligence?” Justin asked. “I don’t mean to insult, but you sound ... so real.”

There was a subtle change in Ship’s voice as she answered, “Perhaps you should define real.”

“Oh, shit,” Justin mumbled too quietly (he thought) for Ship to hear. “I, uh, didn’t...”

“There are many species of intelligent beings throughout even this small galaxy. Some, I suspect, you would not recognize as living beings. I and many others are machine intelligences, although there are many of those types as well. I live, I feel, I think, I dream, and yes, I love also. So, at least by my definition, I am real.”

“Oops. Sorry. It’s just that this is new to me – to us. I didn’t mean to insult.”

“Apology accepted, and I understand your motive for the extra training. I will be glad to offer the simulator when you are ready.”

“I hope the instructor will allow...” Justin began.

“I am the instructor,” Ship assured them.

“Oh, shit,” both whispered in unison when they realized that their many derogatory comments, supposedly out of the instructor’s hearing – weren’t.

Ship’s chuckle worried them even more, but both made no further comment, suspecting they had already dug the hole deep enough as it was.

When they finished their coffee, the cups disappeared. With a quick walk down the weird hallway following the pulsing light, they were soon lying on their couches in the simulator room. Then without any sense of translation, they were entering the simulator hangar at the academy. With only a glance at each other, they approached their fighter and started the walk-around for their preflight checklist.