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Courtney and Matt stood beside the big bed in their honeymoon suite. He had quickly divested himself of his outer clothing to rid his body of the aggravation of the rice that had found its way past his collar. Now down to his shorts, he helped his wife undress. As soon as he had the zipper down, she slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and let the white chiffon slide down her body. Stepping out of the wedding dress, she walked over to hang it in the closet just so. "Don't want to wrinkle it; we might need it again soon," she said as she looked over her shoulder at her husband.
Not having the foggiest notion how to respond to that, he stumbled out, "Damn, you look good," as he watched her breasts sway when she turned away from the closet.
Now only wearing red bikini panties, hose and high spikes, she pulled her shoulders back and pushed her breasts out as she strutted back to him. With a sexy smile, "You like?" she asked, striking a pose.
"No; I love," he answered with a grin. "You are one hellaciously beautiful woman."
She giggled as she bumped her body into him, pressing her breasts hard against his bare chest. "I think that's bullshit, but I love your brand of it, anyway."
They kissed tenderly for several minutes. After the kiss, she snuggled her face against his neck, hugging herself tightly to him. "Oh, Matt, what have they done to us? First the enhancement; now this. How can we ever thank them?"
He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. "I guess I never really believed either of them when they told us we would feel differently after they married us. Seems I stand corrected."
"Looks like you're stuck with me for life," she teased.
"I think I can handle that, Mrs. Grigsby." Gently holding her chin, he touched his lips to hers for a moment.
"I still like to hear you call me that, and with whatever they have done to us, I can't wait to make love. And speaking of love, you know that I had to really love you to wear my dress without a bra in front of all those people I had never seen before. I could feel my breasts moving as I came down those stairs. I hope I didn't make a fool of myself. I think that Hope was probably the only one of us wearing a bra, though."
"I'll bet every man in that audience had a hard-on by the time you got to the front."
"Oh, Matt," she giggled, "that's more of your bullshit, and you know it. Besides," she added, her grin getting bigger, "Hope and Angel had already walked down before me."
He lifted her chin with a finger, then kissed her. "Best for last." After a moment, "Hey, not wearing a bra when only the Alphas and their women are here shouldn't bother you too much now, huh?"
A frown passed over her pretty face for a moment. "I guess not, at least not as much. But the thing I was really worried about was my milk. I'm beginning to have more, and with the excitement of the wedding, I was afraid I would leak. Having wet stains on my wedding dress would have embarrassed me to death, not to say anything about probably ruining the dress, but I didn't want to use my breast pump. I wanted you to take care of my milk after the wedding."
Matt pulled back a little as he looked down at her breasts. "So, you have milk now?" he asked as he leaned to suck a nipple into his mouth.
"Dunno," she slurred past a hissed-in breath, "but it feels ... like ... it ... Oh, Matt, that's... wonderful."
He picked her up and put her on the bed, then lay beside her to continue his nursing. "Oh, Baby. What have they done to us?" she whined again as she felt her milk beginning to flow. "Your nursing feels even better now than it did before."
After a few minutes, he swapped to the other nipple, sucking as hard as he could. She has much more milk than she had yesterday, he thought as the sweet milk flowed into his mouth. I never thought I would be doing this. Oh, I knew I would probably taste her milk after she had a baby, but I never considered nursing her. I once heard a guy admit to nursing his wife, but he got teased about it, and I thought it was a bit ... well, a little ... dainty for a man to do that, but now that I've done it, I've changed my mind. I love to do it. And, judging from the number of orgasms Courtney has had while I'm doing it, she is obviously very pleased with my efforts. Jeff said I would like it, and there's certainly nothing dainty about him.
Courtney grabbed her husband's head, pulling him hard against her, trying to push more of her breast into his mouth. She started to say something, but an orgasm thundered through her, and it went on and on. She could faintly hear someone babbling, and vaguely wondered who it was. As the orgasm finally tapered off, she felt a pillow shoved under her ass, then her pussy stretched as Matt pushed his hard cock up her. She would gripe at him in the morning when she saw the tattered remains of her delicate red panties lying on the floor. For now, she could only wonder if she would survive her next orgasm.
As soon as Fred and his wives entered the sitting room of their honeymoon suite, Jessica pulled the zipper down and Angel stepped out of her wedding dress. She turned, now clad only in her heels and hose, and launched herself at her father, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
Fred had known that Angel didn't have a bra on, but the lack of panties was a surprise.
"Get moving," the new wife said, "It's time."
Fred didn't have to be told twice. As Brenda held the bedroom door open, he walked through with a giggling Angel wrapped around him and rubbing a wet pussy against his belly. After putting her on the bed, he stood as his other wives efficiently stripped him.
"Ohhh, is that for me?" Angel asked as she stared at his rampant cock.
"You know it is," he quietly said as he moved onto the bed and between his daughter's legs.
As he bent to kiss her center, she shook her head. "Oh, no you don't. We can do that later. Right now, I want that fabulous cock inside me, and I want a load of sperm drowning my womb as soon as you can make it happen." Angel reached for his cock, but Jessica's hand was already on it, guiding it to the new wife's pussy.
"Oh, fuuuccckkk," Angel yelled, drawing the word out as Fred slowly pushed his dick to his balls. She pulled her legs back some to get her feet flat on the bed for leverage in order to push her pussy up to meet his strokes.
Fred kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, as he slowly withdrew his cock, held back a second, then slowly pushed in once more. She broke the kiss to say, "Slow is wonderful, Daddy, but not this time, please. Mate with me. Make me yours for evermore. We can do slow and loving in a few minutes. Right now, I want you to fuck me."
And he did.
Fred set up a rhythm, his cock sending his message of love to his daughter's beautiful body. I've been wanting to do this ever since she started to grow boobs, but every time those thoughts crossed my mind, I would feel guilty and force my mind elsewhere. I got to make love to her night before last, but now she's my wife – well one of my wives. Now I can rub her ass when I pass by her, or fondle a boob, without worrying that I'm a pervert. Hell, maybe I still am, but I love her with all my heart. Screw the taboo. Little One has enhanced us; there's no way a child from our union could ever be born with the slightest thing wrong with him or her; so why not? Besides, she's had a hard few years. She insists on this, and her mother is pleased. Like Brenda said, now we don't have to worry about Angel leaving us. We can all be together forever.
There was sweat on Angel's brow as she met her father thrust for thrust. He leaned to suckle a nipple, but had to give up after a moment. She rubbed her breasts in his chest hair even as she squirmed her pussy against his groin when he bottomed out. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Come in me. Make me your woman."
She bit his ear enough to hurt. "Come in me," she whispered again. "Breed me. Knock up your daughter."
He knew that couldn't happen until Little One restarted her baby factory, but her whispered words inflamed his desire. He could hear Jessica giggling and felt a hand gently caressing his balls.
Time went on as he continued to fuck his daughter. Then, "If you don't come in me soon, I'm going to bite this ear for real," Angel whispered to him. He picked up speed, slamming into her, worrying that he was making her sore, but one look into her eyes and he knew he had better not stop. He concentrated, thinking about his semen swamping her cervix. His cock grew harder, starting to throb.
There was sweat beginning to drip off his brow as he kept slamming his groin against hers. She came again, her pussy tightening down on his cock until he was afraid he would hurt her as he forced his cock back and forth in the tight sheath. Concentrating on her bouncing breasts, he willed himself to come. Soon, he felt the tingling start.
"Baby, I'm..."
"Do it," she hissed out. "Breed me."
He gave several hard lunges, causing her breasts to shake, her nipples standing tall. "Here it comes," he gasped out as he rammed hard one more time and held, his cock jerking inside her.
"Yeessss," she screamed into his ear as she felt the warmth of his semen as it hosed her cervix and womb. Then, "Oh, shit, Daddy. I think I feel it in my woommmbb." She hissed in a breath, shivered violently, and was out.
Fred jerked his hips around, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against her womb as another gush of sperm laden semen pumped into his daughter's pussy. After long seconds of ecstasy, his cock finally finished spurting.
Jessica folded a pillow in half, said, "Pick her ass up."
Fred came to his knees, one arm braced and the other under her, and lifted his daughter's hips, his cock still hard and embedded in her. Jessica shoved the pillow under Angel's ass and he eased down on her with most of his weight still on his forearms, his cock again buried to her womb. "She can't get pregnant," he said, but he was grinning as he said it.
Jessica let out a giggle. "No, but we can practice, can't we? Lots of times, I pretend you're impregnating me, and I'm not the only one of your wives who does that. Anyway, like this, you can stay all the way in without straining, and when she wakes, she'll realize why her ass is on a pillow. Between the amount you come and the position, she should have a womb-full of sperm by now. If she doesn't get pregnant, it surely won't be your fault. She did tell you to breed her."
Time drifted onward. Audrey brought Fred some water, which turned out to be interesting to drink with him still connected to Angel. He had started to pull out, but Brenda put a hand on his shoulder. "Let her wake up with your cock still in her and her ass propped up as it is. She's been talking about having your baby since she found out that she could marry you. She knows a pregnancy can't happen right now, but give her a few minutes of her fantasy, anyway."
Fred's cock had begun to lose some of its stiffness, but Brenda's comments brought it back to full hardness. He kissed Angel's cheeks and the tip of her nose, then lightly kissed her mouth. She trembled for a second, licked her lips and opened her eyes. For a moment, she just stared Fred eye to eye, then, "Oh, Daddy, I can feel ... Oh ... I'm full of your come." She looked down and realized her ass was on a pillow.
"To keep his sperm where it needs to be," Brenda supplied.
"Oh, my," Angel quietly said just before an orgasm passed through her, yet again. When she could function, she grabbed her father's head and glued her mouth to his, her legs locking around his hips. "Do me again," she gasped out as her whole body tingled.
And he did.
Thursday morning, December 5
Jeff, Arlene, Kayla and Carter made their usual run with Carter going an extra mile with Kayla and Arlene. As the three got back in the SUV, Jeff brought his speed back up to his normal running pace. I don't see how that mountain of a man does it, he thought. With all that mass, he's always had to struggle to meet minimum standards for the team, but meet them he did, and still does. Maybe this extra running he's doing will eventually make things a little easier for him. That massive strength has helped save our asses more than once, and he, like all the others on my team, put out a hundred percent on anything they're assigned.
Shit, I could make it easier on all of them, or more correctly, Little One could. Now I'm back to my old conundrum. I want to enhance my team, but if I do, where do I stop? Do I enhance all the Security force, also? What about the other teams? The other troops at the base? The technicians? The scientists? Shit, it goes on and on. How many people die in emergency rooms every week? Little One would be working twenty-four/seven at just one hospital, well ... until she was snatched up by the government to experiment on her. Not much hope of keeping the Ship secret, let alone the portal, if that happens.I took Little One home with me to Georgia and had her heal Diana's ankle, then do her thing with Arlene. I couldn't talk to Little One then, and she didn't know a lot about human beings at that point. Her healing, what we call enhancement now, resulted in Diana and Arlene being easy pickings for Jack. Now I can communicate with the Healer, and she has apologized for ramping up Diana's and Arlene's sexual desires, but still, what would happen if something like that happens again? And ... considering how many times we make love, have their desires really been cut back that much? Little One has enhanced a few women that don't have an Alpha for their mate, but they're special cases that, I suspect, tend to make things work out, anyway. I don't want to turn the women on my team into nymphos. None of them are married, and there assuredly aren't any virgins, but I don't want them to be sluts, though. Back to the same thing. Where do I stop with the Healer?
Same thing could happen if I have Ship activate the other, lesser, Healers. I don't have enough of them to supply the world, so who do I choose to be handed a practically forever life? If the politicians ever hear about Little One, we'll be swamped with people, maybe even troops to take her away from me. Shortly, only the ultra rich and the high level politicians would have a chance at enhancement. And all that would still be contingent on Little One actually consenting to do it. I suspect she would go on the defensive if I weren't in the equation somewhere. Shit, there are other things to think about.
Next subject. I need to get more of my Alphas interested in the Ship. And ... my team will surely go with us, so I need to talk to Ship about their training, also. Everybody, even Diana, needs to, at least, have the spacesuit training that Kayla just had. The Ship's master race sent their most advanced AI, already loaded with all the information they could give her, as well as the equipment and resources to build the most awesome fighting ship she could imagine. It's easy to think of Ship as being all-powerful, and her crew or passengers would never have to be involved in any training, but that's foolish. The Titanic was unsinkable, and look what happened there. Much of my team's survivability has come about by training the very best of the best. But those very best would have perished without their training. There's no rush, I suppose, but we have to begin sometime. I need to talk to Lieutenant Richardson and get the team started.
I still haven't heard Helen say anything about her training. I thought the genius would be tickled to have an opportunity to learn about a star drive. Hmmmm. I wonder if Arlene and Kayla telling about their simulation episodes have made Helen hesitant. Both Arlene and Kayla are born warriors; they relish a good scrap, but Helen is a teacher, and incidentally, one of the smartest people alive. But still, being dumped all alone somewhere in a star system and her ship leaving her, might not sit too well with her, particularly after hearing Arlene and Kayla talk about how realistic the simulators are. And being chased through an asteroid belt by three people trying to kill her ... Maybe she needs a little pep talk. I suppose, I should get Ship's input about this, also. When I start the talk, Helen will know what I'm up to in a heartbeat. I need to be very, very subtle. But darnit, I need someone who understands those engines. What happens if we lose Ship's brain during a fight? Even Ship insists that we have a crew and that they be trained for the manual controls.
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