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Jeff and Diana were sitting facing each other in their bedroom with her feet in his lap. "It's getting late," he said as he massaged her instep, "are you sure about this? They got up early this morning and have been running around ever since."
"Ohh, that feels so good. Right there. Yes, right there. Uh, they're not going to show you everything, but they absolutely have to show you some of their stuff. They would never be able to get to sleep without at least showing a little of it."
"But I'm not..."
"Oh, not by yourself," Diana chuckled, "they'll be showing all of us wives," She put her feet down from his lap and reached over to take his hand, "But the show is really for you. And I'll bet that right now they're trying to figure out just how much they can get away with 'showing you.' They have a number of new bra and panty sets, too, you know."
"Diana, they wouldn't..."
"Not yet, maybe. They don't know how far they can push. They've just met us, but remember — you're their hero. And we certainly have a very visible polygamous relationship, plus Kayla has told them about it — at least what she knows about it. My dear husband even told them his wives' names before the girls left the base," she finished with a grin.
"But, Baby, I couldn't just bring them home with me and drop our relationship on them as they walked in the door..."
"I didn't say that you had acted incorrectly — far from it. Still, they've been raised in an environment that makes me shudder to think about it, then they were kidnapped and raped; kept in a cage." Diana suddenly stopped. "That asshole gave Jill drugs and hypnotized her. Did he..."
Jeff smiled at her, "When the medics asked, the girls told them that they weren't given any pills or shots after they first woke up in his home. Well actually they knew nothing until they woke up in the cage. Apparently Ingles wanted them fully terrified when he raped their virginity from them, so I don't think he had gotten around to the drugs and hypnotism. Damn, I hope that son-of-a-bitch is stoking the fires of Hell right now."
"Maybe he is," After a slight hesitation, "Baby, you need to use the Healer on them quickly. No telling what kind of STDs that ... uh, person has given them."
"The tests for STDs showed negative. Of course HIV could show up six months later, but Little One will have taken care of them long before then, anyway. No need to worry," Jeff smiled at her.
Diana sighed, "Okay. I'll take your hint and calm down. Now ... are you ready to check out your new charges' clothes?" She got up to slide a seat into the proper position to view the girls' show. "Sit right here; we'll call this the runway. Your girls aren't going to notice the rest of us, anyway. They'll have eyes only for you," she teased.
No sooner had they gotten reseated than Jeff's wives, minus one, filed in and seated themselves, also. Shortly, Arlene and Kayla walked in and ushered the girls to parade by Jeff, their faces in full blush, but they held their heads high.
A half hour later, Jeff, Diana and the rest were waiting for the girls to change into yet another new outfit when Jeff glanced at his wife. She was biting her lip and obviously fighting to keep the tears from spilling out of her eyes.
At Jeff's raised eyebrow, Diana whispered to him, repeating what she had said earlier, "My daughter is growing up."
"What do you mean?" Jeff asked, wondering why she was suddenly back on that subject.
"The girls' clothes," Diana responded, her voice unsteady. "I couldn't have chosen better myself — not one little bit. No one was slighted; no one has something better than any other girl. There are differences in color, and subtle differences in appearance and styles, but all are equal. Probably close to being equal in price, too. Some of the clothes are sexy, but not overly so — just right for their ages. I had extreme doubts when I walked across that street with you to sit in the coffee shop and wait. You have no idea how hard that was for me to just turn everything over to Arlene. The new girls had never really been shopping — knew nothing about it. They have never had anything. Remember, you said they told you the jeans and tops that Kayla bought them on the base were the only new things they had ever had. They've never worn anything except hand-me-downs. Then suddenly they are 'dragged' through dress shops and stores to buy a whole new wardrobe.
"I did a quick scan of their clothes before I came in here. They all have shorts, jeans, dress slacks, everyday tops, dressy tops, sexy tops, dresses, skirts, blouses, hose, socks, boots, and shoes. Arlene worked hard at this, and yeah, I know that Kayla helped, too. But she's already told me that Arlene and Ann did the most of it. From what I've seen so far, I could not have done any better. Oh, their wardrobes can be fleshed out a lot, but they have enough of everything to get by for the time being. I'm just wondering if they're going to model their bikinis for you tonight."
"Bikini's? I don't know about that..."
"They have one-piece suits, two-piece suits, and bikinis, although Arlene assures me they aren't tiny bikinis." Diana grinned at him. "If you get an erection, I'll sit in your lap to cover it," she finished, fighting back a snigger, the tears almost gone.
Jeff didn't know whether she was kidding or not. He hadn't had much sex lately and he could feel himself beginning to swell. The girls were already affecting him. Diana had glanced at his groin and he knew he was caught. Oh, shit. They're my new charges. I want to think of them as my daughters. Why did they have to priss like that when they walked past me?
As they waited for the girls to come back, his wives were apparently on the same wavelength, because Jennie got up, walked over with a little extra hip sway and plopped down in his lap. Taking his face in her hands, she gave him an open-mouthed kiss, gluing her mouth to his and swirling her tongue against his. Just before the girls walked back in, she got up and pranced back to her seat. Diana grinned at him and sat in his lap, wiggling her hips around to "get comfortable." His cock was hard as a rock.
The "show" was over and Jeff's wives were showering and getting ready for bed. Jeff was sitting in a chair in their bedroom just thinking about going to tell Kayla good night, when Diana walked in with a towel tied around her. Strutting to him, knowing how good she looked, she straddled his lap. Pulling the towel free of her breasts, she quietly said, "Suck."
Glad to oblige, he teased her nipples for a moment, then sucked her milk.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good," she hissed out. "I hate using that breast pump," she said for the hundredth time. "Arlene and I both have full titties for you." Gently, she pushed his face back. "I want you to do that, but I want you to take your time so I can have tons of orgasms. You've already had your shower, why don't you go tuck your babies in and tell Kayla good night? As in half a dozen orgasms for her. When you get back, expect to not get much sleep tonight. All your wives need you inside them, and need your sperm, too."
"Babies?" he teased. "You keep telling me that they're young women. Now you call them babies."
Diana kissed him, then pulled the towel back over her breasts. "Yes, Sweetie, I'm teasing you about your 'babies.' As soon as they get over being traumatized by Ingles, you'll have a hard time keeping them out of our bed. In case you haven't thought about it, I suspect you were putting out pheromones during that rescue."
When Jeff started to object, Diana gently touched his mouth with a couple of fingers. "Oh, I know you weren't thinking about seducing them during the rescue, but you were on — what's the term — maybe, on high alert? I'll bet the place was reeking of pheromones."
"I didn't mean to," Jeff quietly said. "I didn't even think about it, but ... heck, you may be right. Shit, something else for me to concentrate on."
Diana touched her lips to his for a moment, "I'm just guessing, Love. Their reaction to you might very well be just hero worship for the handsome man who rescued them. You're darn sure good looking enough to enthrall them without the pheromones, but for whatever the reason, they are, indeed, enthralled. Of course, that has certainly worked out to the good. They're far from being afraid of you. It would have been a catastrophe if the general had assigned you as their guardian and they were afraid of you. It won't take long for them to want to become your wives, if they haven't already thought of it. They're just too timid to show it much just yet."
"Uh," Jeff said, a little embarrassed, "they kissed me on the mouth at the base. It wasn't a long kiss, but Nat tried to give me a little tongue. She obviously didn't know how, but she tried ... Di, I have enough wives. I mean, I know that Kayla is going to be my wife, but crap, Baby, that will be ten. I mean..."
"So," Diana smiled at him. "And do you think we really have a choice? Oh, we can put them off for a while, but sooner or later, they're going to decide that they can be wives just like Arlene, Ann, Jennie and Melissa."
Jeff leaned his head against her cheek in mock surrender, although Diana knew he was a long way from giving up. "I can't believe I'm bitching about having multiple wives. This whole thing is surreal. Without Little One's enhancement, or whatever, I would be getting around to each of my wives every ten days or so."
Diana presented him with her quiet giggle that was almost identical to Arlene's. "With the 'connection' each of your wives have, you could make love to one of us and as long as the rest of us were touching you, or the one you were making love to, we would all experience it. But we do love to have you pump sperm into us. One of these days I want all my sister wives to be touching us when you pump that sperm into my fertile womb. I knew before when you impregnated me; I'm sure it will be even more intense the next time, and I want my sisters to experience it with me."
Diana kissed him again while he thought about what she had said. When their lips parted, she smiled at him. "Go tell your babies goodnight, give Kayla a few orgasms, then come service your wives. We'll be waiting."
"Yes, Ma'am," he teased.
As Diana got up from his lap, he willed his cock to go back down. By the time he had walked out of their suite and across the hall, he had managed it. After entering the suite's sitting room, he knocked on the girls' bedroom door. When nothing happened, he stood waiting.
"We called out for you to come in," Nat said a moment later as she opened the door.
"Yeah," Jeff responded, "there are drawbacks to the great sound insulation in this place. I couldn't hear you when you did."
"That's okay," she grinned as she grabbed his hand and led him over to the bed where the other two were sitting with their legs folded under them. Nat took his hand as she got back on the bed and pulled him down to sit with them. Since he didn't have his shoes on, he slid over to the middle of the bed and leaned back against the headboard. They were all wearing baby doll negligées, and although short, the material was not transparent. The tops of their breasts showed enough to entice him, though, and the length barely covered their panties if they were standing. Sitting on the bed, those panties peeked back at him as the girls moved around.
"I came to tell you goodnight," Jeff said, as he tried to keep his eyes where they should be.
"Do you like our outfits?" Whitney demurely asked.
"We couldn't get up the nerve to wear them when we showed you our other clothes," Nat added, "but we really wanted you to see our new negligées."
Jeff cleared his throat while he tried to think what to say. "Uh, the outfits are beautiful and you're beautiful in them, but ... Well, maybe I shouldn't be seeing you in them. I mean, it's my fault, I did come knock on your door, but maybe you should have on robes, or even meet me in your sitting room. I..." Crap, that doesn't even make sense. I just came in and sat down, knowing they would probably want to snuggle, then I said something dumb like that.
He could see the girls' expressions cloud up. It was going to rain and he was digging in deeper. He reached for them and they willingly came into his arms — all three of them at once. It was awkward, but somehow very intimate. He could feel the very firm braless breasts of Nicki and Nat pushing against his sides, and Whitney reached between them to touch her lips to his.
Oh, shit. Arlene must have spent some major money on that perfume they have on. She's obviously told them how to wear it, too. I didn't smell it until they snuggled with me, but I surely do now. Concentrating again, he willed his cock to stop swelling.
"Why don't you want to see us in our new outfits?" Nicki asked. "We love the way the material feels on our skin, and we like the way we look in them."
Jeff kissed her forehead. "It's just that, uh ... Look girls, you've just had a terrible experience. You were initiated into sex in the absolute worst way, so I feel ... awkward talking to you about sex. It's just that you look very — very sexy — in those baby dolls, and I shouldn't be looking at you like that. I don't want you afraid of me like you are of other men..."
"But we want to look sexy for you," Nat broke in. "We're not afraid of you. We would never be afraid of you. We know that Bill and Dave and Mr ... uh, Frank didn't do anything to us. We could see the look on his face when we wouldn't go close to him, but we're not crazy or anything. We're just..."
Jeff could see the tears start, and in desperation — without thinking — consoled her the way he would his wives. He gently kissed her, projecting his love to her. The kiss lengthened as she slumped into his arms. Before he quite realized what he was doing, his tongue traced her lips and her mouth opened slightly. Their tongues touched for a few moments and he felt her shiver.
"My turn," he vaguely heard from Nicki. Nat, obviously reluctant, finally pulled back and Nicki took her place. Another set of soft lips touched his, her breasts pushed hard against him.
I'm glad this isn't combat, some small part of his mind thought as Nicki's mouth opened to his probing tongue, for I have just been flanked. What the hell am I going to do?
After Whitney got her kiss also, he managed to get out of their room, concentration broken, his cock now like a steel bar in his pants. I should never have gotten on that bed with them. I know they saw the bulge in my pants. They would have had to be blind not to notice. I kissed them like lovers. I went in there expecting to kiss them on the forehead and maybe give them a hug. Well, I blew that to hell. They were raped, for goodness sake. They're supposed to be afraid of men. Fuck, maybe Diana is right. Maybe I went into that room at Ingles' house spewing pheromones. Was my body trying to snare them even as I was trying to save them? Then here tonight, I hold them, kiss them, and try to send my love to them. Oh, shit, I'm fucked.
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