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The Retreat
Jeff, Ada and Charlotte didn’t get anything like a full night’s sleep. He worried that both mother and daughter would be extremely sore come morning, but Ada just laughed and said she had been without for years and she would worry about soreness tomorrow, or later today, as the case may be. But Jeff was a Prime and to say that he was in excellent shape would almost be an insult. After Little One’s enhancement, there simply was no comparison between him and any man on Earth. But along with his abilities came modesty. And, as always, he didn’t brag or try to show that he was better in any way. By then no one needed to explain his sexual prowess to Ada and Charlotte – they knew. A night of lovemaking with their new husband assured that.
In the wee hours of the morning as the women lay on the bed after being screwed unconscious yet again, Jeff couldn’t help worrying as he stared at their swollen pussies. Taking Little One out of her drawer, he told her, My new wives have this idea that they’re not pretty enough, and I think they’re trying extra hard because of the way they feel. I keep telling them that they’re beautiful, but they just won’t believe me. Their pussies are swollen and obviously sore already, and they have said that they want me to fuck them again before breakfast. I’m getting worried that they are going to be in for a whole lot of pain, but I’m afraid to tell them no for fear of their thinking they aren’t pretty enough to interest me. Could you please accelerate their healing? If I don’t screw them again, their feelings are going to be hurt, and if I do, their bodies are going to suffer.
Jeff had expected amusement from Little One. Instead, he got a flash of feelings that was hard to interpret, but in there somewhere was something more than sympathy, maybe even something akin to the understanding of a kindred soul. The thought lasted only an instant – gone before he could fully understand – but it triggered a mystery that his subconscious would worry over until it was solved.
With a mental shake, Jeff put Little One on Charlotte’s belly. The blue glow came on and the new wife’s sleep deepened. He dozed, but was wakened later by Little One who was now sitting on Ada.
{{{ The women are not completely healed, but this will help expedite their recovery. }}}
Thank you, Little One. I...
{{{ There is no need to thank me. Again, your feelings are my feelings. }}}
Jeff put her back into the drawer, but as he settled on the bed between his women, his mind continued to wonder at the little alien’s reaction. Even though their communication had greatly improved, there was still more of the full concept projected than a human commonly incorporated into his or her normal thought processes. This caused him to sense something, but he didn’t quite understand what she had started to project, and was afraid to ask. He and his wives had already told Little One that they considered her to be a vital part of their group marriage, and her love for everyone came across as she conversed with Jeff, but still, he wondered if something had changed.
Deep in thought, he hadn’t realized that his new mates were awake until he felt hands teasing his cock. Both women rolled to their sides, sandwiching him in the middle with their soft breasts pressing against him even as they each lifted a leg to lay across his, resulting in warm pussies pushed against his hips.
“We have an hour before breakfast. Yesterday afternoon, Charlotte and I agreed that we wanted you to take us from behind – both of us together. Jennie and Melissa told us how you did that to them, and it made us so hot we wanted to try it.”
“Uh, you mean...”
“Together. Going from one to the other like Jennie and Melissa said you did to them sometimes.”
Jeff loved to do that, and, apparently, his cock did too, because it was so hard it seemed to be trying to point at his face as he visualized what Charlotte and Ada would look like as they knelt together on the side of the bed.
“Are you sure you’re ready? We can wait until you’re not as sore, if you like.”
A look crossed the women’s faces as they apparently realized they weren’t nearly as sore anymore. Both sat up and slid a hand down to touch themselves. With a grin and another quick look at her mother, Charlotte spoke again. “Suddenly, we’re ... not sore anymore – at least not much – and a little while ago, I, for one, was wondering if I would even be able to go to breakfast.”
Ada chimed in with, “Me, too, but now I’m horny again.”
The women scrambled to kneel on the side of the bed, their hips raised and their faces on pillows. When Jeff leaned down to lick Ada, she turned her head to look back at him. “With that last load of come still in me, I’m surely lubricated enough, and I couldn’t be any more ready. Just fuck me, Husband, and fuck my daughter, too.”
Giggling like a teenager, she buried her face back in the pillow, then squealed when he pushed his cock to her womb in one stroke. A few slow strokes later and he picked up the speed, her breasts wobbling and bouncing as he gradually increased the force of his thrusts until he was pounding into her.
After her second orgasm, he suddenly jerked out of Ada and slammed to the hilt in Charlotte, who immediately squalled like a cat in heat, her ass thrashing about as he leaned then reached to hold onto her breasts while rapid-fucking her.
Ada made sure she wasn’t touching her daughter as she came again and again. After a time, Jeff muttered something about, “Here it comes,” and a couple of seconds later, Charlotte sucked in a breath and screamed to the top of her lungs, the scream gradually reducing in volume until she collapsed on the bed.
Jeff had held still, the muscles of his hips flexing as his sperm pumped into her yet again. Finally, he pulled out of her drooling pussy to stand on wobbly legs looking at Ada as come dripped off his cock.
Giggling, the mother got back on her knees. “Breed me, Husband.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said with a chuckle as he slid his cock home.
They were late for breakfast as Jeff and his blushing brides made their way down the hall. “In here,” Arlene called out as she and Ann took charge of the two. “We have your food ready so you can eat while you soak in the hot tub. The water jets feel sooo good after your wedding night.”
Ann held the door for them, but both new wives were reluctant to leave their husband. “He’ll be with us in a few minutes. His food is waiting in the kitchen,” Ann said, but both brides turned to kiss Jeff before finally giving up to let him go.
Arlene leaned in for a short kiss. “Looks like you rang their chimes, Daddy. Susan and Laura are in the kitchen to take care of you. As soon as you’re served, let them come be with us so they can hear about the wedding night, too.” As she started to turn away, she spun back to him. “By the way, you just watch – they’re gonna make great sister-wives.”
Jeff let out a chuckle. “Yeah, I know,” he returned before heading for the kitchen and a giant breakfast.
The Prison Planet
With the light of a new day peeking into the cave, Morales lit his cook fire and put on the primed percolator. A grin touched his face as he smelled the sourdough starter. Wow. There was a time when I’ll bet I couldn’t smell that until I had my nose in it. “Clean living,” he said aloud with an accompanying chuckle.
Lobo walked over and pulled the lower bar free. Coming to his feet, Morales grinned. “What’s the matter, Boy? Need to go bad?”
Well away from the cave, both did their business. As Morales pulled the last of the green leaves from the bush he used to wipe with, he looked around for a similar bush. Although there were several within sight, what leaves hadn’t fallen off yet were autumn-colored and dry appearing. Certainly not anything he looked forward to wiping his ass with. “Damn. Guess I’ll have to start using my precious supply of toilet paper. Either that or use a piece of hide. But I can’t keep using scraps to wipe my ass with. I would soon use up all my junk pieces, but I guess I’ll have to wash the hide pieces after I use them. Shit,” he griped with a grimace. “I damn sure don’t want to think about that, but the toilet paper won’t last forever, and besides, I need to save it for when it’s too cold to walk down to the stream to wash my scraps out.”
Looking over at Lobo, Morales was forced to chuckle at his predicament. “When I was sitting in that cell trying to read up on where I was going, I never thought about how I would wipe my ass. Guess you don’t have that problem, huh, Boy?”
Lobo paused to glance at the human before the wolf resumed filling the hole he had dug to do his business.
“Shit. Just another thing to worry about. But I damn sure don’t want a sore ass or an infection.”
Back inside, he put his shovel up before taking his clay bowls and jugs out to sun. Hmmm, he thought. Just another reason to have more of these deep bowls. If I manage to fire them without breaking everything, I could warm water to wash my ass every morning during cold weather, or to wash off all over, for that matter. The stream is cold even in the hottest weather. There’s no way I’m going to dunk my ass in it much longer into the fall, let alone come winter. Hell, it will probably freeze solid, anyway.
With what I’m doing, I always seem to have skins and scrapes. From what I’ve read, one of the best ways to keep down infection is to keep clean and certainly to wash a new cut or scrape with soap and water. Besides, with my ability to smell becoming more sensitive, I can smell myself one hell of a lot better than I once could. It’s either bathe regularly or smell me all the time. Shit, everything I do becomes a project, but come next summer, I want a shower of some kind.
With his bowls and jugs out to continue drying, he cooked breakfast. When he, Lobo and the chickens were fed, he decided to check on his starter since the smell was permeating the cave. A moment later, he grinned as he took the hide scrap off to look in the pan. The starter had not only doubled in size since he fed it last night, but it was saturated with active bubbles.
After booting his computer, he checked the picture of active starter against what he had in the pan. If anything, my starter has more bubbles. Glancing over at his oven, he said aloud, “What the fuck. I’m going to bake me something. Hopefully, it will at least pass for bread.”
After removing the flat rock from the oven’s entrance, he scraped out all the dead coals and ashes with his “T” stick. Then, with a wetted piece of hide, washed out the floor of the oven. “I’m going to put fire right back in it, but having it clean to start with should make it easier to clean once I heat the oven. Well, that’s the way the guy did it in the video,” he defended himself to an interested Lobo.
“Problem is, just how much fire do I need to heat the oven properly and how long do I let it burn? It’s not as if I have a thermometer or have more than a foggy idea what I’m doing.” But he had watched the video and just tried to do what the person there suggested.
He went back to the video for one more viewing, which didn’t tell him much other than that he would have to experiment until he got it right. Which meant, of course, that the bread could burn or be undercooked.
“Well, fuck it. I probably have enough wheat to make flour for years, and I have the rest of my life to experiment – however long that will turn out to be. There are still the cave bears and the tigers,” he told the wolf.
With the oven as clean as he could get it, he laid another fire and lit the wood. When it was burning evenly, he put the flat stone back in place over the entrance.
Back at his computer, he brought up the sourdough bread recipe he had decided on, mainly because the article said it was the simplest.
Starter, water, olive oil, bread flour, salt and cornmeal for dusting the mixing bowl. After measuring out the ingredients according to the recipe, with a substitution here and there, he mixed everything together in his pan. He, of course, didn’t have any olive oil, so he used grease. Instead of bread flour, he used more of the wheat flour. Cornmeal was easy enough. He just ground up some corn when he ground the flour.
First rise, second rise, stretching and folding. His head was abuzz with terms that he knew nothing about.
An hour later, his fire had burned out in the oven and he was only beginning the process of making bread. “If this is the simplest recipe, I would hate to see a difficult one,” he muttered as Lobo, who had long since become bored, lay well away, trying to take a nap over the grumbling.
There was a tip that said he would have better results if he weighed the ingredients instead of measuring them. “Hah. Now that’s a fucking joke. What the fuck do I use for cooking scales?” His grumblings only grew louder when the article mentioned that he should use bread flour mixed with his starter. “Well, I only have wheat flour, and as far as that’s concerned, I don’t even know what bread flour is.”
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