KRISTEN'S BOARD
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Author's Note: Around about chapter 83, our characters will start using Martian years to tell time. This is germane because Martian years are 687 days long instead of 365 days like on Earth. Somebody who has turned 18 on Earth will be just over 9.5 Martian years old. After awhile we're going to stop saying "Martian years" and it will have to be understood that someone who's ten in Martian society is an adult, since they are about 19 Earth years old.
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01: Monday, July 6, 2043, 1400 hours CST: Colleen
“I knew you’d show up soon,” Colonel Colleen Bruno said, and smiled. She ushered her subordinate Doctor Zachary Carson into her office and shut her door, for this was definitely a private conversation. They took seats, hers behind her desk, his in front of it. Her head with its cute blonde bob tilted slightly down at him today. She had a mischievous look in her deep blue eyes, as if she were seeing him in a whole new light.
“Congratulations, Zach!” Colleen cheered. Even though she, at 23, was a decade younger and eight inches shorter at 5’5”, she had a compelling, decisive presence that brooked no defiance. She had been a prodigy who graduated university at the age of 14 and was flying fighter jets by the time she was 18 years old. She had become a major at age 20, and now, she was an Air Force Colonel that had been chosen to command Mars Colony Mission One with everyone’s utter confidence. That was how good she was.
“Likewise, congratulations,” said Zach, “Though we knew it would be you leading the first mission.” Tall, angular, he crossed his legs, cocked his head with a bemused smile and looked back at her with his grayish blue eyes, running a hand nervously through his blond crew cut. He was dressed rather casually in a shirt and slacks compared to the colonel’s uniform.
“As you can imagine, three of our newly selected crewmates have already been to see me this morning,” Colleen said brightly. “I expect to see the last crewmate who’s on base, Ayana, before the end of the day, though I haven’t heard from her yet.”
“If you don’t, you should seek her out,” Zach said with some concern, folding his hands. “She may be especially uncomfortable since we’re such close colleagues. I know I am. I don’t want my friendships disrupted by this unprecedented situation.” Then he got to the point. “How did this happen?”
“What do you mean?” Colleen replied with a smirk. “Your clinical expertise will be critical if some disease crops up that nobody has ever seen once we land on Mars.” Zach was the world’s foremost expert in subtle forms of radiation poisoning, the leading danger faced by humans in their bid to settle the red planet. Mars had no magnetic field, so it was far more subject to cosmic rays at its surface than Earth was.
“You know what I mean,” Zach rejoined. “The final cut was 24 men and 18 women. How did we end up with eleven women in a crew of twelve?”
Colleen explained, “The selection factors were all equal until the process got down the list of desirable attributes to the interesting minor factor of faster population growth. All other more relevant factors being equally handled, the ability to personally pop out a baby rose in importance. I’m aware you lack that qualification, Zach, but I, for one, want to take you along anyway.” Again, there was that smile from her.
Colleen rose, walked around her desk, and stood over him, maybe a head taller than the much taller doctor, seated as he was. Unbidden, he noticed that the Colonel’s very scrumptious breasts he had professionally ignored since he had known her were at eye level. He quickly looked up into her face. She was giving him that mischievous look. It was disconcerting. She had gone from friendly and understanding but businesslike in every encounter he'd ever had with her to this "fuck me" look now. There was nothing inappropriate about just a look. He was going crazy. That must be it.
The young, radiant Colonel leaned over and put her hand on Zach’s shoulder. “You are a kind man, a caring man. Those are a few of the qualities that make you such a great doctor. If you don’t mind me saying, you’re one of the few men I’ve met where I’ve remarked to myself, ‘That man should be a father.’ I’m happy with our crew selection, including you.”
Colleen was leaning over him, leaning on his arm, and blushing. The verbal part was a fairly standard pep talk from his commanding officer other then the unusual subject, but that look of hers, jeez, and her looming proximity, not that he minded it, quite the opposite. “I’ve discussed you one-on-one with three of our crewmates, and it’s a universal sentiment so far, and I expect it to continue to be.”
“That’s flattering, of course,” Zach said. “I’m still concerned about our entire crew with potentially so many unhappy circumstances. The situation is far from ideal.”
Colleen put both of her hands on both of Zach’s shoulders, leaning closer. “All you need be concerned with, aside from your medical duties, is this: our crew and our new community will be happy and satisfied if you do everything in your power to assist our crewmates in fulfilling their intentions to create and nurture mentally and physically healthy families on our new home planet. Our crew, including you, is smart, capable, ambitious, and professional. Let me manage any jealousy or unhappiness that might arise among us.”
Zach thought a moment. What was Colleen, pardon, Colonel Bruno, trying to suggest? “I’m quite confident we have the means to artificially inseminate everyone, multiple times if desired, once we reach Mars.”
“Don’t worry,” Colleen chuckled, eyes flashing, “I'm confident of both your and Ayana's medical skills. But may I be candid?”
“Certainly,” Zach allowed. Colleen leaned even closer, her hands sliding down to his forearms, a cat lining up on a mouse. He broke their close eye contact. Was he imagining this? She smelled wonderful. He’d had lap dances less intimate than this. Even with the uniform, which he noticed was very well tailored. He looked back up into her eyes quickly.
Colleen lowered her voice. “For the four of us who have discussed it so far, and I expect for a balance of our crewmates, we'd rather have your babies, Zach, if it’s possible. We want our children to have a father, a real biological father, on their home planet. That has to be you. Believe me, most of us feel just as shy about that conclusion as you probably are." Colleen didn't look shy. "We're shy, and happy it's you, and happy that we can make plans for the future in earnest. At least I hope we can.”
Zach was a bit taken aback, but he was absolutely not going to read one iota more than was absolutely necessary into this. Wow, she smelled good. Maintaining her intense eye contact and quiet tone, he replied, "I'd be happy to raise children with any of you, with all of you, of course. It takes a village, as they say, and I've always wanted to be a father, biological or otherwise. I'm probably misunderstanding you, forgive me, did you have something more in mind than the obvious co-parenting? You said you four want them to be biologically mine? Well, I suppose I could donate-"
“No, Zach,” Colleen interrupted, “yours, naturally yours. Yours in the old-fashioned way. Yours.”
“You mean be a natural surrogate,” clarified Zach.
“It's the relationship that matters in parenting, not the DNA,” said Colleen.
“You mean have a relationship,” Zach clarified.
“Yes,” said Colleen.
“With you?” asked Zach.
“With us,” said Colleen.
“With more than you?” Zach gulped.
“Look,” the stunning colonel sighed, straightening up and suddenly looking her usual determined self at him. “Are you really up for this? I have to have every confidence that our mission has the very highest chance of success, I'm sure you understand.”
“I assure you, colonel, I can get used to the idea of a relationship with some of you. No wait, I mean with as many of you that I suppose would prefer to do something like that. The old-fashioned way, you say? I assure you. I'm a man after all, hah! It shouldn't be hard work. I just need to get my head around it, get it real for myself, meet everyone, I guess.”
Colleen stepped around him and locked her office door. “That’s not good enough.”
Zach’s eyes widened a little. “All right… What assurances did you have in mind?”
The scrumptious young woman then sat on the front of her desk right in front of him, her deep blue eyes burning into him with that "fuck me" look for a moment, her feet dangling, and then she looked down and started removing her flats and socks. “Make love to me, if you don’t mind," she said casually, not looking up. "Based on what I can see of your personal history, I'm satisfied that you're sexually attracted to a fairly wide variety of women. I trust there's nothing about me personally you find sexually distasteful?”
“No, absolutely nothing ma'am,” Zach squeaked, and cleared his throat. Colleen was a lovely woman who was also his commanding officer. All he'd wanted up to this meeting was for her to be his commanding officer, because a man shouldn't wish for what he couldn't and shouldn't have. Of course he’d fantasized about having her, but it had always been a complete fantasy up until this very moment.
She was of course professionally off limits due to her being his superior officer, but beyond that, she was a decade younger, among the smartest people in the world, quite a stunner, and had never shown the least glimmer of romantic or sexual interest in him. Of course she hadn't, though. She was an Air Force Colonel with immense self-discipline, and he was her subordinate. Even if she had been infatuated with him this whole time, he knew he would have never suspected. Plus, he was not the best person in the world at picking up on subtle romantic or sexual cues, especially if they were coming from unlikely people. Women who wanted him generally had to metaphorically club him over the head and drag him away to their lairs. Luckily for Zach, there had always been a surplus of those. Saying "no" to a woman who wanted him was a big problem for the incurably romantic doctor.
His concerns evaporated as he was yanked into the present moment. He felt his dick helplessly harden as he sat transfixed watching this beautiful, fit young woman undress, now removing her blouse and pants and neatly folding them. Colleen had very standard white cotton underwear on. That was reassuring. This day had left them both a bit unprepared, it seemed.
“Isn’t there a regulation against this?” he managed to utter. What was he thinking? Was he trying to stop her?
“There is,” Colleen admitted, “until we leave Earth, at least, and then I’m solely in charge of the mission, and I will waive the regulation. Will you keep a secret until then? If you won’t, I don’t want to command this mission.”
Zach quietly and adamantly nodded yes. He might sometimes be clueless, but he was not a complete fucking moron.
Colleen continued, “My problem is, I want a baby in my uterus for at least 18 weeks before launch. I have about a month remaining to accomplish that.” What his brilliant senior officer was referring to was the fact that the most radiation-soaked portion of their mission would be the voyage to Mars itself, and the most radiation danger to fetuses was in the first 18 weeks of gestation. Once they were on the planet’s surface, sufficient radiation shielding was not too heavy anymore, and fetuses were out of danger. That's why the mission plan called for them all to wait until then. And God forbid there was a solar flare during their six-month trip to Mars. If there was, there were “safe rooms” in their interplanetary vehicle that would shield them somewhat from the radiation burst, but not really.
When Zach's mind returned from considering the radiation danger the voyage posed to fetuses, he noticed that Colleen was sitting naked on her desk in front of him with an amused look on her face. She knew he was flustered. He imagined the look was intended to calm him. His eyes were drawn inexorably away from her face though, and she was shaved bare, no stubble, very put together. Without her uniform, she looked like a college athlete baring herself to him. With that grin, she looked like a young hellion. She pressed her intercom and said, “Marion, hold my calls.”
The transfixed doctor identified her thin inner labia just peeking out from her crack between her naturally seated but uncrossed legs. He got hold of himself and stopped staring at her crack, made it up to her two perfect breasts, nice dark pink nipples, and then dragged his eyes up to examine her stunning face. She continued to explain, “I suppose I could get a regulation-approved man to knock me up, but then my poor little guy or gal would grow up with only one parent, you understand.”
“I understand and sympathize with your predicament,” Zach offered shakily, still feeling awkward and embarrassed as he was failing not to stare. His mind raced. Was there a downside to this, one worse than the upside, which was having this stunning young woman accept him as a what? Lover? Inseminator? Father of her child? Did he really seriously care which as long as he got a chance to be closer to her, even for a short while?
“That doesn’t answer my real question,” Colleen pressed, spreading her legs a little and spreading her dainty inner labia with two fingers of one hand to reveal the moist dark pink blush of the inside of her inner lips and her impossibly tight-looking hole to emphasize her point.
In response, Zach stood up and began to undress. “Yes, wow, yes, I get your logic. I meant yes, absolutely I'm very attracted to you, and I'll make love to you. Is this really what you want?” The incurable romantic in him was flustered, bypassed, to say the least.
“This is a real commitment on my part, Zach. This is not make believe. I don't give my pussy to just anybody. And here it fucking is. I'm fucking dripping wet for you, Lieutenant." She emphasized this by holding up a wet finger, giving him that mischievous look, then slowly and wetly licking it clean.
“Well okay, message received.” Zach finished undressing and folding his clothes neatly as Colleen had. He approached the bare young woman gently, as if he might still scare her away, or if this whole episode could be a delusion. As he approached, she scooted her butt toward the edge of the desk expectantly. He scooted his chair up to between her legs, sat down in it, and held Colleen’s legs, his mouth between them. “Do you mind if I…?” he asked.
“Certainly not, go ahead,” Colleen quietly allowed in such a formal yet informal way. This was all playing with Zach’s mind. He parted her lips gently with his fingers. Her obviously lubricious state was very reassuring. Her scent was acidic, healthy vitamins, and fresh with youth. The pragmatic physician knew that his determined commander was not above taking one for the team, and it would have been hard for him to make love to her, even at her specific request, had he felt as if she wasn’t that interested. But clearly, she was switched on by this exchange so far, perhaps as much as he himself was. He hoped her interest was more than the thrill of doing something illicit with a subordinate in her office. Whatever it was, he was going for it.
Zach ventured a tongue along the inner lips of his commanding officer and elicited a groan from her. Colleen tasted just as healthy as she smelled. She tasted like every drop of tangy wet he teased from her would add a year to his lifespan. He gently and lovingly explored her vulva and clit with his tongue and lips. Oh brave new world, that holds such pleasure in it. She leaned back and breathed, “I’m ready for you already, you know.”
“Does that mean you want me to hurry up and start the main event?” Zach asked between kisses.
“No, this is great!” Colleen enthused, “I’m just worried you’ll get soft.”
“Not a chance,” Zach assured her, and continued his passionate teasing and sucking.
Zach felt Colleen’s thigh muscles tighten as he worked. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, followed by a louder whimper, “Don’t stop!” Now her hips were trembling. He tasted the fresh new tangy wet trickling out of the ravishing young beauty’s vulva. “Oh!” she cried out suddenly, and then held her breath as her hips pumped reflexively and orgasmically back and forth, back and forth several times. He followed her bucking with his mouth and returned to tonguing and kissing her gently after her hips slowly relaxed.
After another minute, beginning to vibrate, Colleen implored, “Please, I want you inside me, please?” Zach stood up and approached. She got a good look at his rather large cock near her relatively tiny but slick vulva and warned, “Go slow...”
Zach was not that big, not so big as it had ever been a real problem for any woman he’d ever made love to, but big enough that it sometimes needed some finesse before his partner could accommodate him completely comfortably. Hesitant at her entrance, he confirmed, “I take it you want me to enter you bareback.” This was a rare first encounter. It just felt weird, surreal.
“Yes, please,” Colleen replied, looking off to the side with a bit of shyness. Then she gathered herself, looked Zach in the eyes with that smile and look, and said something a woman had never said to him before. “Yes, and please cum deep in me. Impregnate me please."
Colleen set her heels on the desk, her legs spread wide, as Zach wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, positioned his cock in her entrance, and started to slowly rock into her. “May I kiss you?” he breathed.
“Please,” Colleen replied. Zach wiped his mouth a bit more, and she assured him, “I don’t mind my own taste.” Then he kissed downwards as she bent her lips up to meet his tongue, and at the same moment he pushed his straining hard penis into her slick tight vaginal entrance, rocking back and forth, she holding her legs wide apart using the pressure of her heels on the desk and her limberness. Somehow the kissing made it easier. Then it was just sensation, a lovely young woman wanting him to ravage her, an exquisite treat, awkwardness banished and obliterated by the lustiness of her kiss and tongue in his mouth and the incredible feel of her tiny hole forced open slickly, clipping tightly around his cock as he pressed and slid lovingly and firmly into her over and over.
Zach was pushing in and out of Colleen in bigger strokes now, stopped gently by the back of her vagina and not yet entirely sunk to the hilt. It felt heavenly. He felt her enjoyment with their continued kissing. She was vibrating with tension, almost shaking. He felt her tightness writhe around his thrusting cock, milking him hard. He was not going to last long at this rate. He hoped he could hold out until she had another orgasm. He could go anytime now. He slowed down a bit.
As they broke their long kiss, Zach opened his eyes to see Colleen’s exquisitely beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, her breath ragged, her cheeks kissed with the pink of arousal. He didn’t think he’d ever allowed himself to see just how beautiful a woman she was. In this moment, she was completely transformed. Her vast intelligence and drive were still evident in every aspect of her, yet added to it was a lusty enjoyment, a look of bliss that completely transformed her from the commanding officer he knew to a wholly different and wilder animal.
Colleen's breath suddenly shortened, and she blurted, “Oh,” her face flushing, her teeth flashing, “Oh… Jesus fucking God!” as her orgasm hit her. Her hips, strained apart by her heels, quivered.
Zach sighed in orgasmic surrender and began to launch his heavy load deep into Colleen’s shaking, climaxing, grasping core. He filled her, and was filled with wonder as her tight snatch just kept sucking on him and he just kept ejaculating until she was full to bursting and then some. It was like she was pulling it out of him. He'd never felt anything like it in any other woman.
After being overtaken with orgasmic bliss for a long moment, Zach looked down to see Colleen with a broad grin on her face. “I am so fucking reassured,” she gushed, looking up at him with an even more intimate look than before, a ravaged, infatuated look. Then she giggled like a high school girl, totally unlike her public persona, and added, “This is going to be great.” He'd never seen her so relaxed and happy.
After panting some more, his mind cleared enough for him to form words, and he ventured breathlessly, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”
“Well, get used to firsts," Colleen chortled, “and this will certainly be that. I just hope, doctor, that you won't soon tire of me given the cornucopia likely to soon be spread before you.”
Zach got serious. “I can't imagine I'd ever forget about you, ever forget this moment,” he breathed reverently, and then added a moment later, with a bit more levity, “colonel, ma’am.”
“What do you think will be hardest for you?” Colleen asked. “We should discuss it.”
“Nothing, really, probably. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy on me. I might feel guilty," Zach ventured. Like he did right now. With his penis buried in the oh-so-tight, dripping, slick vagina of his commanding officer. He blurted, "I want to stay like this forever, right here with you. That might be a problem.” He wanted to keep her this close. He wanted to go again, and again, and again, and again. He supposed he would have to eventually pass out.
Colleen smiled a little gleefully at his answer. “I’ll have your back always, even if I know I’ll probably have to share your cock,” she chuckled. “We’ll make it work for everybody, okay?”
“Okay.” If it was Colleen's intention to pimp Zach out to the crew, he was her slave to command. He would be her happy, happy slut for the chance of being one with her, of feeling this more.
Colleen asserted a bit of her command presence and declared, “Next time, I want you to take me in a real bed, for fuck's sake, and I want us to keep each other up all night. I want you to make me forget I’m in charge of all this. I want you to make me your slave for an evening. I want you to kill me with this great big dick of yours." She worked her kegels and gave him a couple of tight clips. "I think you might be able to.”
“It’s a date,” answered Zach, inspired. “Let’s not stop. I don't want to let you go. Let's start right now.”
“Unfortunately," Colleen sighed, "we both have business to attend to.” She pulled back from Zach then, and her slick tightness popped him out. A good quarter cup of their mutual fluid splashed out of her onto her desk and the carpet. “Clearly we didn’t plan well enough for this,” she added with a grin. They both smiled at each other, the colonel’s deep blue eyes flashing mischievously. The always tidy surgeon found his undershirt and started wiping. Pretty soon, they were dressed and matters were adequately cleaned up. She hid his soiled t-shirt away in her attache case, clicked it shut, and spun the combinations.
Zach backed toward the door and then stopped. “Can I kiss you before I go?” he asked.
Colleen answered without hesitation, “Lieutenant, please do, in private. This is a new closeness, a real closeness, in our relationship. You must keep an open heart, though, clear?”
“Yes, of course,” Zach promised, because it was what Colleen wanted, and he swept toward her, held her gently, and then with increasing passion and tongue, he kissed her. She was responsive, and he dared dream she was interested in more from him than getting a baby and pimping him out to her crew so they could get theirs. He broke the kiss and looked at her closely and enjoyed the look of relaxation and satisfaction in her deep blue eyes as she gazed back at him, another new look for her. He wanted to have her again right now. But he was out of t-shirts. And he shouldn't press his luck. “Of course,” he repeated, then reluctantly turned from her and left her office.
(To be continued)
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02: Monday, July 6, 2043, 1530 hours CST: Alexis and Charisse
The crew of Mars Colony Mission One consisted of six astronauts from the US, including Zach, and six astronauts from various other countries. Now that the final selection had been made, the six international astronauts would be joining the US astronauts at their base within a few days. From then, they had less than six months to train together as a crew before launch. Colleen, Colonel Bruno, had probably been on the phone with most of them by now.
Zach realized he didn’t know how to act with any of these women. Should he be flirty and open to suggestions to encourage them to speak freely to him and get their needs met, or should he be chill in order not to disturb them more than they were already undoubtedly disturbed by this turn of events? He realized he would have to play it by ear, listen carefully, and guess, and he was a bad guesser.
He was way too literal-minded and unemotional to read between the lines of any woman. He knew women to be infinitely complex and mysterious: life-giving one moment, murderous the next, each of them uniquely driven by emotional and temperamental forces beyond the ken of a simple man like himself. In short, he was completely fucked. He could only hope that more productive than unproductive fucking resulted from the whole affair.
About half an hour after Zach had gotten back to his office from his unusual yet thrilling meeting with Colonel Bruno, Alexis Warren, a geologist also picked to be on their crew of 12 to colonize Mars, called him. “Hey, Zach, congratulations,” she began shyly. Normally Alexis was sassy, flirty, and somewhat inappropriate. Her acting shy was way out of character.
“Congratulations back!” Zach replied with as much cheer as he could muster under the unusual circumstances.
“Charisse and I would like to meet you for dinner and talk,” Alexis said. Charisse Roberts was one of the chosen crew’s botanists.
“Talk, eh? What did you have in mind? Meet in the commissary at six?”
“We were thinking Mercutio’s. We’ve made reservations for seven.” That was the fancy Italian restaurant off base in nearby Webster. It looked like they wanted to take the lead. Zach felt relief. Maybe this could be fun.
“Ooh, fancy! Should I be worried about my virtue?” Zach teased. Mercutio’s was renowned in the astronaut corps for being a seduction choice. The implication was clear.
“Yes, very. We’ve been briefed by Colleen as you have.”
Zach swallowed. “How briefed?”
“You mean that…? I’ll call you back.” Then Alexis hung up. It became evident that he had just given away Colleen’s secret somehow. Alexis was perceptive. He hoped it wouldn’t be trouble.
Five minutes later, Alexis called back and sighed, “She’s not talking.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” Zach replied noncommittally. “And yes, I’ll meet you and Charisse at Mercutio’s at seven.”
“I’m glad it’s you, Zach.”
“Thank you, Lex. That means a lot to me. I’m glad to be going to Mars with you, too.” Zach knew Alexis could hear the worry in his voice.
“Everything will be fine. You know you would rather be ashes than dust.”
“Bring lots of water, then.”
“Hah! See you later.” Alexis hung up. The date was set with Alexis and Charisse.
What of Ayana and Colby, the other two of the six crew chosen from the US? Zach decided he needed to call them. He didn’t want either to feel like he was avoiding them. He dialed Ayana’s number.
Ayana Dean was the crew’s other doctor and one of his closest associates among those who could have been chosen. Zach was somewhat of a mentor to Ayana, almost like an older brother, except for the hopeless crush he had on her, hopeless because she wasn’t into men. Ayana answered, saying, “I knew you’d call.”
“Of course you did. And congratulations. Have you spoken to Colonel Bruno yet?”
“Just now.”
“And?”
“Hey, remember, I’m into women too, just like you.” Though Ayana didn’t need to remind him of this, Zach thought. His heart did, every time he saw her. She teased, “I’ll steal them all away from you.”
“Be my guest, otherwise I may be killed. And you probably will steal them away! You’re much better looking than I am, I think we can agree.”
“I wish you were right,” said Ayana. “Twelve is a very small town. Sadly, I think they are probably all into men. Not that I won’t make invitations. You never know until you ask.”
“You’ll get lucky. I’m confident,” Zach encouraged. He would not bring up the baby thing. He would not be the one to bring up the baby thing. He found himself asking, “And what are your… plans?” What was he thinking?
As if she could read his mind anyway, Ayana responded, “I’m less into turkey basters even than men, so that route is not for me. I’ll close my eyes and think of England, or Lady Liberty, or something. It would have been that way for me anyway, no matter who the gent was. The fact that it should be you, and I like you, will make it easier for me, I think. I'm overjoyed at the prospect you'll be the father of my child, if you're willing.”
“I’d be thrilled and honored,” Zach said shyly. “We can make it work.” He was torn, because he was sweet on Ayana and wanted her as much in his life as possible, yet he knew she wasn’t really attracted to him, at least not physically. It would be fine, he reassured himself.
“Oh Zach. You’re such a great guy. You make me wish I was even a little bisexual,” Ayana praised. “But it has been obvious to me that you’re a little crushy on me. Are you really going to be emotionally okay with only half the cookie?”
“Okay, fail on hiding my feelings from you,” Zach mused. “Honestly, I think the crushy part will make it easier for me in the long run. I’m a big boy. I know you are not into men as sexual partners, generally speaking, and ultimately, I could not bear you being unsatisfied in your life. I know there are other fish in the sea for both of us. In fact, it’s likely there will be too many fish for both of us.” They chuckled at this. “So I’ll be fine as long as you’re not traumatized or our relationship ruined by any of it.”
“Don’t worry about such things. We don’t need to figure it all out this very moment,” Ayana pointed out.
“Should we… meet and talk about it?” Zach ventured.
“Let me think. I’ll get back to you.”
“No problem. And do you… forget it. No problem.”
“Would it hurt the baby if I was really stoned when I conceived?”
Evidently wheels were turning. “Like marijuana?” he asked.
“Exactly.”
“I wouldn’t think so.”
“Would it be okay with you if I got a friend, a female friend mind you, to help?”
“To help you, right?”
“Yes. Well… yes.”
“I don’t think that would be a problem for me.”
“Okay, I’ll get back to you.”
“Okay. See you.”
“See you.” Ayana hung up. Zach’s world was curiouser and curiouser.
Next he called Colby Lincoln, one of the crew’s three engineers, and the last of the six astronauts from the USA on the mission. “Yes?” Colby answered. Colby was easygoing. This would be fine, Zach told himself.
“Just checking in. Congratulations,” Zach said.
“Congratulations to you, too. I’m just gonna start calling you ‘sperm bank’.”
“Please don’t.”
“What, you don’t want this fine piece of chocolate?”
“I want it.” Zach wasn’t about to sound reluctant, couldn’t be reluctant. Colby was a tall, strong drink of coffee, though she was only 5’1” with a gymnast’s figure. Her complexion was dark. Her eyes were dark. Everything about her was rich and delectable.
“Can I make an appointment for tomorrow then? Come and see you at your office?”
“If you mean what I’m thinking, Let’s not meet there. I’m in a different mindset there.”
“Don’t you ever fantasize about having your patient, you know, right there?”
“Really not. Positively not.”
“Okay, I’m learning about doctors. What do doctors fantasize about, then?”
“You,” replied Zach quite honestly.
“Well, huh,” replied Colby. “How about my place tomorrow then? 3 o’clock?”
“That would be wonderful. I wish I had your composure about it.”
“Relax, we got you.”
This was really good advice from her. He should just chill. “Okay, Colby, I will.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
That evening, Zach found his two crewmates already seated in Mercutio’s when he arrived. Alexis Warren smiled at Zach as she spotted him. At the age of 35, she was a world-renowned geologist. She was old for an astronaut, though perhaps not old for a colonist, he considered. Clearly the selection criteria had favored experience, which was fine with him.
Alexis was sexy and flirtatious, and they had been flirting nonstop since they had met a few months ago, but he assumed Alexis flirted with everybody. She was the life of every party or gathering. Her hair was dyed a different color practically every week, it seemed. At the moment, it was half blonde and half dark blue. Her brown eyes belied that blonde was her natural color. Both women wore their hair short, practically a requirement for the astronaut corps. Alexis’s body was taut and fit, making her look under 30. She was short, at 5’5”, as many astronauts were. He appreciated her firm breasts in earnest for the first time. In her killer black dress, they looked delectable.
Charisse Roberts, the botanist, was shyer than Alexis. Zach supposed everybody was shyer than Alexis. She was 27 and fit, which made her look like a college athlete. She was tall, especially for an astronaut, at 5’9”, with crew cut length brown hair, a single long white lock that fell onto her forehead, and wide hazel eyes. Her face was classic Miss America beautiful, except that she wore no makeup, nor did she need any, and her short hair made her look a bit tomboyish even with her beauty. It seemed that Alexis had gotten Charisse to play with color a bit, with a lock of her hair bleached white like this. Zach hadn’t interacted much with Charisse. Now she was gloriously here across from him with a big pretty smile, wearing this form-fitting violet dress and looking like a goddess. Wow. These crewmates of his were not pulling any punches. He sat down opposite them and gushed, “You ladies look absolutely stunning tonight.”
They ordered food and traded shop talk about the mission, not mentioning the ratio of men to women, which was fine with Zach. He found Charisse to have much the same enthusiastic spirit as his own. They spent the good part of a pleasant hour this way until Alexis gently nudged the subject. “This is kind of a wake for Charisse and me,” she announced. “Since we’re shipping out forever in six months, we both broke up with our boyfriends today.”
“Ouch,” said Zach, “I’m sorry. How serious?”
Charisse went first. “I was of course hoping to be selected, if not for this crew, for the crew two or four years from now. I've, um, been seeing a little of this guy who was eliminated in the first cut, Roger Flanners?”
“I don’t remember him.”
“Gorgeous,” Alexis interjected, “Made me instantly wet whenever I saw him.”
“You never told me that,” Charisse said incredulously.
“How about you?” Alexis asked Zach quickly.
“I’ve been dating some, but nothing serious. I have a few dates coming up, actually. Ugh.”
Zach suddenly felt Alexis’s foot on his crotch. He was certain it was Alexis. Evidently she had slipped off her shoe under the table and was now feeling his junk with her toes.
Zach tried to continue, “I suppose I should cancel them. They’re nice women, and I wouldn’t want to lead them on. They’ll be happy for me, getting my dream.”
“Did your dream include getting your own harem?” Alexis prodded, stroking her toes up and down on him.
“Hey, please,” Zach objected, blushing. Alexis stopped stroking.
“Don’t be mean, of course it didn’t,” scolded Charisse.
“Look at you being shy. You might like to know that both Charisse and I have admired you from afar,” Alexis purred, beginning to stroke him with her toes again. “We’ve discussed you often, but you’ve been off limits.”
“Why is that?” asked Zach.
“You’re obvious husband material, honey, and we are not heart-breakers,” Alexis explained. “We knew that either you’d end up with a nice wife down here on Earth or a nice wife up on Mars, and the chances that it could work out to be either of us, while not infinitesimal, was like playing the lottery squared up until now. Now we’ve both hit the jackpot.”
“Along with nine other women,” Charisse interjected.
“You’ve got to feel this,” Alexis said to Charisse. Zach blushed.
“What?” asked Charisse.
“Get your shoe off,” explained Alexis. It dawned on Charisse. She blushed. “Look at him.” Clearly Zach was flushed, eyes locked on Alexis, but now looking down since Charisse was now watching him also, starting to breathe deeply. “He’s a little slut. Or should I say, quite a sizable slut, by the feel of it. Are you okay with being objectified, Zach?”
“Uh sure?” breathed Zach, a little distracted.
“So how’s the whole man-whore business treating you so far today, Zach?” Alexis’s foot left his crotch to be replaced by a bigger stockinged foot, evidently Charisse’s. “Easy does it,” added Alexis.
She was trying to get him to admit something about Colleen again. Zach tried to smile cryptically back at her. “Well, that's certainly something,” interjected Charisse. Evidently what she was feeling met with her approval.
Then Alexis just came out and asked. “Has Colleen already staked her claim? Look, he’s blushing at that. She has, hasn’t she? Did she give you a rough ride on the casting couch, darling?”
“He is not blushing for that reason,” Charisse argued. Zach tried not to blush more. “Oh-my-God,” Charisse exclaimed again. He wasn’t sure whether it was the information from her foot or the information from his demeanor about Colleen that she was remarking on. Charisse was having fun now, steadily stroking his cock through his pants with her stockinged foot.
“I don’t know how any of this is supposed to work,” Zach said. “I’m just a regular, romantic, loving, passionate man.”
Alexis got straight to the point. “We need you, Zach. Neither of us has gotten laid in a month.”
“But you just broke up with your boyfriends today, right?” Zach recapped, confused. Charisse’s foot stopped, and she removed it. She looked away shyly. Alexis looked at him like he was a fucking idiot. “What?” he asked.
“We both had to go off birth control a month ago to have a chance of getting knocked up safely before launch. Do you know how hard it is to tell a guy who has been doing you bareback for a year to start wearing a condom? And even then, you can’t stay the night. Way too likely he’ll wake up while you’re still asleep and forget. The smart way is to go cold turkey.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. Clearly, the women on this mission have been discussing this matter and planning for it for a while. There’s all kinds of details to crew selection for women that I have never had to consider, even though I’m a doctor. Sorry for being dense. Thanks for educating me.”
“We can’t fault you your perspective,” Charisse said kindly. “We choose to try to be part of Mars’s permanent genetic future, but of course it’s not required of us. It’s not written down anywhere; that would be barbaric.”
“So,” Zach ventured, “What’s the plan? I expect, given all the thought you’ve put into this, you already have a plan to parcel me up.”
“Kind of,” admitted Charisse shyly.
“Good stud. Smart stud. We’d like to spend the night with you tonight, for starters,” Alexis said.
“What, both of you?” Zach exclaimed.
“Yes, both of us,” Alexis explained as Charisse looked away shyly. “Both of us have very strong sex drives. We can make do with less, of course, but ideally, we’d both like it once tonight and once in the morning, not just tonight, but every night. And we haven't had it in a month, so tonight, we're going to fuck you 'til we break you.”
"Yeah," giggled Charisse, "Fuck you like we stole you."
How could Zach say no? “Sure, we can try it. We can try it tonight.”
Charisse interjected, “Michaela will want to join us when she arrives.”
“The Bulgarian? I haven’t met her.”
“You’ll love her,” gushed Alexis. “She’s a fiery redhead, very petite, under five feet, with big knockers for her size. She’s so hot, Zach! She’s a total slut, too. Once, when I visited ESA…”
“Alexis, don't,” interjected Charisse.
“Sounds wonderful,” Zach said noncommittally. Then he added it up. “You mean the three of you? Nightly?”
“Not every night, maybe, but often. Please try it,” Charisse begged.
“Sure, I’ll try it. But I’m not sure how I can find time for all the others.”
“You mean semen for all the others?” Alexis chided.
“Alexis,” scolded Charisse.
“I have it figured out,” Alexis said, “If you have ‘time’ for an afternoon appointment as well, you can cover everybody else in the crew in the afternoon, no problem. Make it late afternoon, even after work if you need the time to produce enough sperm to give them a really nice heavy load." Alexis's hand gestures were mesmerizing. Zach wondered idly whether the folks at the other tables were wondering what they were talking about. Nothing to see here. Just docking procedures. Alexis continued, "You might not have much to shoot into us at night, but we’ll catch you in the morning. There will be plenty to go around.”
“I guess I should be happy to have a high libido.”
“We’ll arrange anything you want us to,” Charisse offered helpfully.
“Thank you. I think I can manage. I’ll let you know. Who all have you ladies been in touch with?”
“Colleen has been in touch with everybody officially,” Alexis said. “I’ve been in touch with most of our crew unofficially. Some can’t talk freely yet because they’re under surveillance, and we’ll have to speak to them in person after they arrive. I’ve met them all. In all seriousness, you’re so fucking lucky, Zach. You have no fucking idea!" Uncharacteristically, Alexis giggled with excitement.
"We’re all lucky," Charisse interjected. "This is a good crew.”
“I believe it,” said Zach simply. “Now, enough logistics,” he pleaded. Charisse opened up more and had funny stories. All of them shared about good friends they were sad hadn’t made the cut.
“You weren’t the only gent on our stud list, buddy,” Alexis almost wept. “Oh the humanity…”
“Maybe you’ll see some of them in two or four years,” Zach offered helpfully.
"Forget them," interjected Alexis, "Let's get laid already." Zach didn’t want to seem like he was stalling. He called the waiter over immediately and paid the check. Alexis announced, “We have another surprise. We got a hotel room at the Hilton.”
“Yeah, we wanted to kick it off in style,” added Charisse.
They made it to the hotel room just fine, and then Zach admitted, “I’ve never been in a threesome.”
“Me neither,” said Charisse, looking to Alexis.
“I have a suggestion. It’s just a suggestion,” Alexis said. “Why don’t you two make out on the bed, and I’ll sit on this chair here.” She pulled up a chair next to the bed, “I’ll watch you two for a while. I like to watch.”
“Fine with me,” said Zach.
“I’m game to try it,” said Charisse.
Zach and Charisse stood and kissed. He squeezed her firm breasts and stroked her hardening nipples through her sheer dress. He also enjoyed feeling her tight ass. Alexis was the most revealing already. She was sitting with her little black dress hiked up and a hand on her black thongs, just resting there as she watched them. He locked eyes with Alexis over Charisse’s shoulder. Alexis began to gently stroke herself through her panties. This is wild, he thought.
Zach felt a little intimidated for a couple of reasons. First, Alexis watching, it was unusual. He had never been watched by anyone before as far as he knew, and certainly not by someone who was brazenly displaying herself to him, hand slowly caressing puss, waiting to start masturbating in earnest when the inspiration began to strike her.
Also, Charisse was herself a bit intimidating. She was 5’9” and fit like a goddess, and this struck Zach more when he ran his hands over her. It was like making love to a hippie superhero. She was natural, sun-kissed, with a thousand watt smile. He was already in love, and therefore self-conscious. She seemed to be enjoying him, at least. She was so yummy. He relaxed. It felt to him like they were getting along, getting on the same page. She undid his belt, a promising development, and they smiled at each other.
It looked like him first. He took off his jacket while Charisse undid his tie. They went over to the closet together to hang up his stuff. Was this too organized? Who cared, it was working for them. He slipped out of his loafers. They undid his shirt together. She unzipped his pants, fell to her knees, and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs in a single motion. His half-erect cock sprung out. “Ooh la la, visual sighting,” announced Charisse. Alexis ran over to take a closer look and smiled broadly.
“You know how to give a gentleman some confidence,” Zach smiled, and then, “Oh!” as Charisse grabbed his member with her mouth and sucked it down her slippery throat like a pro. “Oh gosh,” he moaned in shock and an overload of pleasure.
“She could have at least told us about this,” Alexis complained, referring to the Colonel and his penis no doubt.
Charisse disgorged Zach's cock wetly and argued, “You know she couldn’t have. Anyway, don’t you like surprises?”
By the time Charisse turned back toward him, Zach's soldier was standing at straining attention. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves,” he said. They hung Charisse’s lovely violet dress on a hanger. Off came their underwear. Charisse was tall at 5'9" and fit, but not too defined. She didn't have a managed tan, it was more that she was nicely sun-washed from being outdoors on a regular basis. She had tan shoulders and blurry tan lines around her breasts with tight brown nips, a dark tan midriff, then was pale from the hips down. She still had enough body fat to be fertile, he saw. Then he evicted the professional assessment from his mind. She looked phenomenal, with C-cup breasts and a neatly shaved pubic mound. Especially because of her smile and sweetness, his heart was melting for her. Boiling.
Alexis joined them in nakedness, kicking her shoes into the closet, hanging up her black dress, and throwing her lacy black thong and bra onto the pile of underwear. Alexis was much shorter than Charisse at 5'5" with breasts that were pert yet easily big enough to fit Zach's cock between them, with slightly bigger areolae and nipples. All of Alexis was pretty evenly as dark as Charisse's darkest bits except that the lower halves of Alexis's boobs were pale. Obviously she wore a lot of low cut dresses, and did she go bottomless all the time? Well she had an absence of tan lines down there at any rate. She was shaved bare, with a demure crack as opposed to Charisse's slight peek of lips at the top. At 35, three years older than Zach, Alexis was a hot chick, and he would be proud to have her on his arm in any setting. She had such a friendly smile and kind eyes when she was being serious like now. Often, he knew, Alexis's eyes got a mischievous glint when she was being playful.
“You want me on the bed?” Charisse asked Zach.
“Yes.” They climbed onto the bed together, and Alexis resumed her chair, her legs up and spread. Now Alexis's pussy was wide open and wet, her inner lips merely fat little ridges at the top. Zach spread Charisse and saw thin brown lips, slightly puffy at the top, with a wet, pink, inviting center. The scent of her, substantial like spicy chicken, was intoxicating. He kissed, licked, and sucked her yummy cunny. She reached down to gently hold his head and stroke his hair. He reached up to fondle her breasts and nipples as he licked, kissed, and sucked. She tasted like a woman who had spent all day thinking about this, good and moist on the inside and gummy around the edges from layers of moisture welling up in her throughout the day as she anticipated this. It didn’t take long for her hips to start rolling in waves of pleasure from the work of his tongue and lips.
Zach gave Charisse a couple of orgasms that way, playing with her breasts with his hands, his lips and tongue mostly teasing her clit in various ways. He came up for air to see Alexis jilling, intense and close. That was a sight. As Alexis fingered herself, he began to explore Charisse’s pert snatch with two fingers. Her g-spot was especially sensitive, and she climaxed breathlessly as he searched her sensitive places playfully with his fingers while teasing her clit with his thumb. Trying to watch both women as they tensed toward their next crises was a kind of overload of the senses. “You’ve got great hands!” Charisse exclaimed breathlessly.
“A surgeon’s,” he reminded her, and explored and manipulated her vulva and anus joyfully as she made noises and rocked. Alexis orgasmed loudly at this point, watching them. Zach was rock hard and straining watching these two beautiful women climax wetly.
“If you don’t take him, I will,” Alexis growled. As Charisse heard Alexis’s demand, eyes still closed and close to another orgasm, she thrust her legs wide and wiggled her toes to beckon Zach to take her. He obliged and positioned himself, wetting the whole head of his cock in her juices before beginning to press in as she looked up and studied him.
“No, it’s okay, I want your whole weight on me,” Charisse whimpered as Zach lowered himself onto the tall, fit girl and rocked into her further. She grabbed him fiercely along his muscular back. She stretched her legs upward, and he took the cue and put them under his arms, his hands firmly grabbing her pale ass. She was limber! She began to make high keening noises with every thrust. His face nuzzling her short brown hair and playful white lock, He heard Alexis come loudly again watching them. These were two noisy women! He loved it.
As he pumped excitedly and with unbelievable pleasure into Charisse, he felt Alexis’s hand on his back, just feeling it. It felt good. It was not too weird. Alexis felt his ass, his muscles rippling under her hand as he thrust and thrust. Charisse was in a world of ecstasy, keening as he pistoned, higher and higher, until the keening spilled over into orgasm, and then rising again toward the next one.
Alexis was kneeling on the floor, making eye contact with Zach as his stokes shortened and tensed near climax. Alexis saw he was close. Charisse was in her own world, beautiful wide eyes squeezed shut, beautiful wide smile flashed in a grimace, keening, keening, keening, keening, keening, climax, over and over blissfully. He watched Alexis watching him and beating her vulva furiously as Charisse reached another crescendo, and he felt his ass powerfully and helplessly lock forward, thrusting into Charisse and roared, “RAAAAA!” ejaculating explosively, blasting three really good strands deep into her as her whole body quivered in response. Alexis closed her eyes then and quietly shuddered out her own orgasm, not wanting to intrude on the couple’s glorious moment by making a lot of noise. The air was filled with Charisse's fresh spicy scent.
Within a few minutes, the three of them were laughing and joking together, Zach still resting inside Charisse and slowly softening. It seemed like a boundary among them had disappeared. “Woop!” he cried as he fell out. Alexis ran and grabbed a hand towel for them from the bathroom. The fresh smell of his cum joined Charisse's spicy smell in the room.
“Look at that creampie!” Alexis enthused when she returned. Cum was still dripping from between Charisse's small inner lips and bare pale quim still slightly pried open from Zach's pounding. “You are knocked up, girl!” The mood was jubilant.
“Can we switch places?” Alexis asked Charisse.
“Sure.” Charisse took her towel to the chair while Alexis snuggled up against Zach on the bed.
“How was your first time being watched?” Alexis asked Charisse.
“At first I was shy, and it was kind of distracting,” she began, “but as I got more carried away and started orgasming, I felt helpless to stop any of it, and it started to turn me on. It’s unusual. I’m not sure I know how to feel about it yet.”
“How about you, stud?” asked Alexis.
“It was a distraction, but maybe not a bad one. What hetero man is not going to want to see a hot woman masturbating while watching him have sex? On the other hand, for me, I have a one-track mind. There’s too much to pay attention to. I’m not sure that, generally, it’s for me. That said, I expect it would become less of a distraction once I got more used to it. Then maybe I’d feel differently.”
Zach thought a moment. “Also, watching is not a strong suit of mine. My eyes are too clinically trained. For example, forgive me, when I first saw Charisse in that dress, I had a small concern she was too lean to be fertile.”
“I used to be,” Charisse said, “I had to gain weight for my periods to come back, and then gain more to be safe.”
“And I saw that when you took your clothes off. But you see, that was my first thought seeing her, not very romantic. But touching her romantically was a whole different experience. Smelling and tasting her – oh my God. Hearing her – nothing better.”
“Well, you also heard from me,” Alexis reminded him.
“Yes, that was very hot,” Zach admitted. “Let me smell and taste you now.” With that, he slid down Alexis’s body and sucked on her nipples.
Alexis waved Charisse over onto the bed to join them. “Here,” offered Alexis, pushing Zach over on his back and straddling his face. Immediately he sucked in Alexis's powerful pussy scent: funky, fishy, slutty, a big neon sign that screamed "fuck the hell out of this!" Alexis grabbed his already hardening dick and wiggled it to indicate to Charisse she wanted her to suck it. Alexis muttered, “Oh yeah… um… oh yeah,” as he gobbled her addictive slutty juices and sucked wetly on her clit. She pressed her clit down deliciously into his suction and her scent down deliciously into his nostrils. Charisse lovingly cleaned his dick with her tongue and mouth, savoring him as only a woman who loved to give oral would. He reached up to grab and squeeze Alexis’s firm tits.
Whatever Zach did with his mouth or tongue, whether it was lapping with a soft tongue, teasing with a rigid tongue, sucking, whatever, Alexis responded by positioning herself for maximum pleasure and making encouraging moans. She stilled and climaxed with a full-bodied moan, gushing a dollop of girl cum into his mouth. He swallowed. Her hands moved from her thighs to firmly grab his hair. She ground her cunt onto his face while holding him roughly by the hair and orgasmed and gushed again, a bigger dollop, cumming harder and longer. After this, Alexis was riding and shaking on his face, whimpering, lost in delight, clinging tightly but lovingly to his hair. Meanwhile, his cock was standing, responding quickly to Charisse’s expert throating.
Alexis gave one more orgasmic twitch and then suddenly stood up and assessed the situation. Charisse said, “It’s nice to work as a team,” smiling her thousand watt smile and looking like a naughty tomboy.
Alexis cried, “Thank you, girlfriend,” positioned herself over Zach’s cock, and started working her way down onto it. Charisse lay down beside him and they both watched Alexis work in heavy-lidded concentration as she opened herself up on his cock. Most of the way down, she stopped to quiver and cum. A dollop of thick girl cum rolled down the shaft of his penis. “Oh yes,” moaned Alexis, “Oh God I needed this.”
“I know, right?” enthused Charisse, hazel eyes twinkling.
Alexis rode Zach expertly, milking her own orgasms, orgasm after orgasm, out of him while not pushing him too quickly to his finish. While this was going on, Charisse nestled against him, resting. As Alexis masterfully rode him, Charisse went to the mini-fridge and found a snack and water. She fed them both water, and then sat back on the chair, eating an apple and gently stroking her clit faster and faster as she watched Alexis ride him.
Eventually, Zach became twitchy and restless, and Alexis didn’t resist as he turned the tables, pinned her under him, and began to move in her with firm, long, deep strokes for his own pleasure toward his own orgasm. Alexis responded to the deep, forceful thrusting and shrieked again in orgasm as he pounded her like a jackhammer and finally roared, “RRRRAAH!” and squirted mightily in Alexis's tight, throbbing puss. Alexis’s shriek turned into a “hunh!” as her whole body was squeezed tightly under his final thrust. Charisse whimpered, a crisis overtaking her as she witnessed the couple’s mutual blissful denouement.
Zach quickly rose off of Alexis to give her air, and as he slid out of her, she shuddered and climaxed again, popping out a big dab of girl cum that coated her puss and ass as it slid onto the bed. He couldn’t resist, and penetrated her again, pumping a few more strokes, splashing their cum over his dick and scrotum. Finally he lay alongside her, turning her so he stayed in.
“So you think it’ll work out?” he asked them.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” gushed Alexis, still puffing and floating in orgasmic bliss as Zach’s dick still filled her oh-so-full and satisfyingly. “This is seismic,” she purred.
“I want another sample, for the results to be conclusive,” Charisse growled softly as she sat down on Zach and humped her wet, teased-up puss on his hip.
Zach stood next to the bed and pounded Charisse forcefully and relentlessly from behind as she sang out her octaves in climax after climax. During this, Alexis made her promise the results for Zach being their dream come true were conclusive, extremely conclusive, the most conclusive ever, and by way of penance, Alexis face-fucked Charisse with her pussy as he hammered her from behind. Charisse muffled and huffed out her octaves faster into Alexis’s pussy and turned a deeper shade of pink, if that was possible. He couldn't help but lock eyes with Alexis as they neared their peaks, and as Charisse reached the top of her octave and climaxed with a muffled shriek, Zach thrust in deeply and ejaculated with a roar as Alexis joined him and splashed thick girl cum across Charisse’s face, then they collapsed in a heap of bliss.
Charisse said she had never eaten a woman’s pussy before, but what was most exciting about it was that Alexis had made her do it. Then they piled into the shower bath like a heap of puppies. After the women decided to rinse Zach’s penis off using their breasts, he was erect and wanting again, and took Alexis from behind as she was bent over into the shower spray. Charisse washed them off with the shower massager as they enjoyed each other deeply and lovingly, and then she climbed out and dried off. A couple of minutes later, he and Alexis followed her, and they toweled off and fell into bed.
Alexis climbed atop Zach and rode him again, while Charisse climbed onto his face. As Alexis neared orgasm, Charisse grabbed her and kissed her with lots of tongue as they both climaxed. Alexis climbed off him and asked him to finish. He did with a roar after five more minutes of pounding her into the bed. It was midnight by then, lights out and sleep time.
Zach awoke at 4 AM, crazy horny, with a desperate raging hard-on. This might have had something to do with Alexis, who was nestled up close in the pitch dark. She felt his erection gently and appreciatively, spread, and whispered, “C’mon tiger.” A moment later, he thrust into her wet eager pussy. Charisse was awakened by the rocking and scooted over to cuddle against them as he took his desperate pleasure atop Alexis and she whimpered in delight.
After splashing a great big load of cum into Alexis, Zach pulled out and immediately speared Charisse, who had been driving him wild with kisses and nibbles, and who had grabbed his arm and used it to jill her pussy as he had Alexis. He was still consumed with lust as he took Charisse firmly and joyfully, holding her heels up above her head. Alexis sucked Charisse’s nipple as she climbed her octaves. Soon he ejaculated into Charisse with a grunt and rested, falling to the side, satisfied. Within minutes, they had grabbed a couple of towels and were snoring softly again.
In the morning, Charisse climbed onto him and sang several loud octaves, waking them all up thoroughly. Then she passed him to Alexis, who rode him to three loud satisfying orgasms of her own and then finished him off, getting a really thorough basting. Then they grabbed their stuff, checked out, and made it to work on time.
(To be continued)
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03: Tuesday, July 7, 2043, 1400 hours CST: Colby
Zach stood near Hanger 17 and called Colonel Bruno, Colleen. "I'm just calling you to let you know I'm waiting for Doctor Tang to arrive."
"Very well," replied Colleen.
"Now that you've had a chance to sleep on it, any doubts about keeping me on the team?"
"I'm still feeling it today, so no. I enjoyed spending the time with you," Colleen said. These phone calls might be monitored, but there could be any number of explanations for the exchange, the simplest conclusion being that they had trained together. "How about you? Eleven women: that seems like a lot of women to deal with on a day-to-day basis."
"I'm sure you're all delightful. I'm sure it will be fine."
"I know you'll be busy with intake over the next several days, but once you've cleared that, I'd enjoy a rematch."
"Count on it, ma'am. I'd enjoy that very much as well. I'll keep you posted."
"Carry on."
A T-38 taxied up to him and stopped, its engines winding down. The canopy popped, and out stepped Anming Tang in a flight suit. She had been awarded a Nobel Prize in Physics last year at the age of 26 for her theoretical work in describing Dark Matter and Dark Energy. She was the only physicist from mainland China ever to actually do her Laureate work while living in mainland China. As all 5’5” of her walked toward him to greet him in her form fitting flight suit, he was struck by the fact that Anming had a few things going for her besides probably being the finest mind of this or perhaps any century.
Anming took his proffered hand, and said, “Hello, you are Zachary.” She said it very carefully “Zach-a-ry,” like she had practiced it many times. With her other hand, she grabbed his arm at the bicep as if she were steadying herself. She eyed him quizzically and smiled. Her photographs hadn’t done her justice. She had an exotically delicate and beautiful face ideally set off by the heroic nature of the flight suit. The most remarkable thing about her facial features were her big, wide set, beautifully almond eyes. They were stunning. Her lithe body and pert B-cup breasts enhanced her stunning presence, but most importantly, her brilliance animated her with a sparkling energy and winning personality that hit him between the eyes like a sledgehammer. Her jaw quaked slightly. She was feeling nervous and shy.
Zach immediately had a very strong compulsion to take her up in his arms and comfort her. He would do anything for her. He was in love. He had to snap out of it and say something. “Yes, Doctor Tang... Anming. It’s such an honor,” he gushed. Oh no, he was overdoing it. By way of small talk, he asked, “How does it feel to be free?” Immediately, he wanted to kick himself.
Anming seemed unperturbed by Zach’s remark, and replied, “Ready to meet the new boss, same as the old boss. I’m sorry, I struggle, my English.”
Zach hadn’t expected Anming to quote the Who to him, and elliptically, at that. “I like your English,” he offered, and he was rewarded with another smile from her and a cock of her head that made his heart sing. He opened the car door for her. “I’ll take you to her.” She climbed in, and he drove her over and parked in front of the temporary building housing Colonel Bruno’s office. They went in, and he introduced her to the Colonel’s adjutant. After this, Anming turned to him, held his hand in both of her slender hands, looked him deeply in the eyes, and with a bit of a quaver in her voice said, “Ready soon.”
"Okay, I'll wait here," Zach replied happily.
"No. Don't wait. Go," Anming urged him, smiling, as if he had told a joke.
A look of confusion must have crossed his face, and she kept smiling. It seemed at this point that he had been dismissed, so he backed away a few steps. But his heart was begging him, so he blurted clumsily, “Would you please go to dinner with me?”
Still smiling, she answered, “No, thank you.”
Zach’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach, and he said, “Okay… then… I’ll see you around.” And turned and scooted out of there so she couldn’t see him wince from the pain of her rejection.
He was a freaking astronaut, and he had to calm the fuck down. Clearly she wanted nothing to do with him and had just been being polite. He was a damned fool. He felt truly crushed. Why did he always fall in love with women who wanted nothing to do with him? Then his alarm rang. He had to be at Colby Lincoln’s place in half an hour. Luckily, it was only fifteen minutes away. Well, no time to mope about this. He scraped his heart off the tarmac, climbed in his car, and drove to Colby’s house.
Colby had rented a house off-base. She was not strictly a member of the military, and she was a billionaire, so she could afford it. Her Great Dane met him at the front gate and eyed him with suspicion, but let him pass. He rang the doorbell.
A minute later, Colby answered the door with a big easy smile and twinkling eyes. She wore a tight short silver dress with chromatic highlights and matching flats. Her hair was short and her rows were immaculate, like she’d had it done that day. Silver strands ran through it that matched her dress. The chromatic highlights flashed over her curves: a sexual firestorm. She stood a foot shorter than Zach and was perfectly petite, looking up at him with big dark eyes, her big sensual lips parting in a blinding smile.
Colby was wearing false eyelashes and makeup too, wasn’t she? Zach had never seen makeup on her, and this was well done, subtle enhancement. Not that she needed any enhancement. She was already a stunning centerpiece of his erotic fantasies without it. These women were bringing their A game to this whole thing, and he was just stumbling through it. No wonder Anming had dismissed him summarily. “I’m not worthy,” he breathed to no one in particular in response to Colby’s overwhelming transformation.
“The hell you aren’t,” she responded playfully, firmly grabbed him by the tie, and threw him onto the entryway rug. Ah yes, Aikido. It wasn’t like he resisted much, since he was already weak in the knees at her beauty. She shut the door with her foot and straddled him. “Are we really doing this?” she asked with intensity.
“I very much want to do this," Zach sputtered. "Do you want to do this?”
“You want to raise a little mocha baby with me?”
“I do,” Zach happily and readily assured her. That was one thing he could be entirely certain about in this whole crazy mess.
Tears burst from her eyes. “Is it okay for me to love the hell out of you while we do it?”
Zach was floored by the emotion filling Colby’s question. They'd never even really flirted. They had always been all smiles around each other, though. Woops, he should say something! “Yes. Absolutely, yes... wow,” he answered, suddenly choking up from her emotion.
He had always wanted to date Colby since the first minute they had met. Was he going to equivocate in response to her tearful confession? Fuck no, he was going to jump in with both feet. “I love you too, Colby Lincoln. I’ve wanted to date you since the moment I met you. I’ve wanted to learn you, love you. You probably already knew that, though. Everybody but me seems to know everything about me. We just, you know, couldn’t go there. I didn’t have any idea you were anything but calm and cool about it all.”
“I know. I’m damn good, and I didn’t want you to know that I ached for you this whole time. So you didn’t,” Colby smiled at him triumphantly through her tears. “It wouldn’t have helped either of us. I was doing hard time waiting for yesterday, just to have some resolution, be able to either pour out my heart to you or let you go.”
“Well, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” Zach said. “I hope I won't disappoint.”
“Disappoint me? I know you will. We’re only human. And I know your heart,” Colby said, resting her hand there. “We’ll always be all right.”
Zach stood up abruptly, still holding Colby close, making her whoop and burst out with laughter. She was light. He threw her over one shoulder, making her laugh even harder, and started looking for a flat and reasonably comfortable surface to start making love to this woman on. The kitchen island was too hard and too high. The living room couch looked too soft. He couldn’t wait any longer, though. The emotion was too high in both of them.
Boomf! Zach threw Colby onto, into the soft couch with a whoof, more giggles. They could move later if she wanted. As he whipped off her panties, her flats went flying, and she made a sound “Uh-huh-mmm,” like dreams coming true. It was dark under that chromatic dress, his slight stubble gently scraping her inner thighs as his tongue and lips plunged yearningly toward their mark. She was newly shaved or waxed smooth. His mouth covered her, and his tongue traced her vulva. She was deliciously juicy, frighteningly tiny, and obviously recently from the shower, smelling and tasting of pure slick yearning and perhaps oatmeal. Her breath huffed and she began to squirm excitedly on his tongue.
Zach lifted Colby slightly and pushed her dress up to her hips with both hands, his mouth still locked on her, tongue flicking wetly from urethra to clit. They locked eyes. Hers was a look of fascination and lust. Her hands didn’t know where to go. Her eyes flickered shut with pleasure. Then he sucked on her gently and felt a thrill run through her body. He sucked harder and felt her whole body tense. Her breath caught, and then she sang out as she relaxed into an orgasm. He kept on her until she was done, and then backed off to gentle lapping. “Fuck, you’re working me right!” she exclaimed.
As he lapped, he gently probed into her with a finger. She was swimmy slick and clung tightly. As he lapped, he gently ran a finger along her g-spot. Hers was fairly smooth and fairly sensitive, since she flailed out her arms again when he did it. He was getting very uncomfortable in his clothes, in his pants especially, and this couch was like treading water. He let her up. “Pleased to meet you, too,” she chuckled, shimmying out of her dress as he started to throw off his clothes. “Can I get you some wine?”
“No wine for either of us,” Zach reminded her, throwing off his shirt and going after his pants, “You’re having a baby soon.”
“Oh fuck, that’s right,” she said, wiggling her dark chocolate nakedness as she popped the silver dress over her head. “I’m gonna have to give my wine cellar away.” Then she caught sight of his hard standing cock and said, “Oh my.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, absolutely,” Colby grabbed Zach’s erect cock like the rudder of a boat and led him gently toward the bedroom. She let go as he hopped and removed his socks as they traveled. She continued, “I’ve had big boyfriends. At least it was fine when I found some who treated me right. With you, I am so damn wet right now.” She plopped onto her big bed and scooted toward the middle. The bed was firm, made for play more than sleeping. “With you, I think you could bend me over anywhere, no hesitation, that’s how I feel right now.” As he climbed after her, she spread herself with her fingers, giving him a teasing show of her pink. “Do it to me hard! I want to feel it for a week.”
“No more preliminaries?”
“Preliminaries later. I want to feel it,” she growled.
So, Zach covered Colby and began teasing her pink opening with his tip. As he poked it and teased it with his tip, he could feel it staying more open. She held it with her hands and guided while he thrust in the head. “More,” she said gently, and he pushed into her slickness and felt the pressure of her tightness pushing back, starting to nip him in slick, quivering warmth. He rocked back and forth in what was open of her so far. It was delicious.
“More,” Colby whimpered. Zach pressed in harder, further, her protesting tightness helplessly opening for him slickly. She made a low sound like a gut punch, but this was a gut punch of pleasure. “More,” she gritted her teeth. He started tapping her insides fairly roughly, her tight resistance and breathing showing the way to open her. Their hips met, and slowly raised her legs; she was limber. “More!” she screamed, and he started pounding her like a madman, holding nothing back.
Zach was sprinting in Colby, out of control, his breaths and strokes getting shorter and shorter. She grabbed his hair, squirmed under the pressure of his body, and clipped him in orgasm, and coming out of it, feeling the force in her bones that he was close, howled, “I want it!” He crushed and speared her then, his whole body from face to toes going rigid for a moment. Then his cum flooded out as he released breath and it spilled, and spilled again. He gave her everything, all the love overflowing in him in that moment, all his soul, all his life.
They rested, he looking down at her, his shoulder dug into the bed so he wasn’t crushing her. Their cum was already leaking and spilled out more as she squirmed to reach for a towel. She slapped it onto her crotch to stem the flow as he rose, dripping, off her. He came down to her and kissed her deeply then, feeling her erect nipples rubbing in the hairs of his chest, sucking on her big delicious lips, feeling the lingering, quivering, excited aftershocks in her mouth and body.
He came up for air, and she breathed, “More.” He was still pretty hard for her, so he put her on her side, and sitting straddling one leg, speared her, holding her other leg as he pushed in and opened her back up with a huff of exhaled breath from her and a few strokes. This way he could see her, eyes closed, brow furrowed, and teeth flashing a grimace as she felt him reaching deep in her core. He cupped her pert breast with one hand and stroked the rock hard nipple with his thumb as he splashed and frothed in her tightness, deep and slow.
Late that afternoon, almost dusk, he returned to his desk in his office and put his head down on it. He had felt so open and warm with Colby, but he really hadn’t planned to stay as he wanted to once they’d gotten started. He was exhausted, not from the lovemaking so much, though that had been fierce, but from the emotional turmoil of all this. He could spend the whole rest of his life, happily, just with Colleen, or just with Colby, or just with Charisse. Alexis, alone or with Charisse, was playtime personified.
Zach understood that he was falling in love with Colleen. Who knows what she thought of him other than that he'd do for the mission? He had to prepare his heart for it being unrequited. He could handle it. Charisse, again, he was falling in love, but so far it seemed as though both she and Alexis put him solidly and happily in the fuck buddy column. That was fine for now. He'd work it out. Maybe he didn't have to fall in love with every one of these damn women who crossed his path. Why did they all have to be so delightful? And Anming, Jesus fucking Christ, he'd almost forgotten. His heart stabbed him cruelly.
Colby, she was already in love with Zach, and he had happily and comfortably taken it up and joined with her. That was something comfortable, understood by him, to an extent at least. Everything they would do would be inside the context of love, which suited him wonderfully. But how would their love fare in the midst of this chaos? He vowed to make it fine, and he had no idea how he was going to accomplish that.
He hadn’t wanted to leave Colby so soon. He had ended up begging her for an assignation at lunch tomorrow, and in person she agreed enthusiastically. Later that afternoon she called back and said she would need a few days, at least, to recover. He became concerned he had injured her, but she said no, it was wonderful, perfect, and she had been through this with boyfriends before. They agreed on just lunch tomorrow at a public restaurant. She was worried they both wouldn’t be able to keep their hands and lips to themselves otherwise. He begged her for an overnight stay soon, and she agreed, but said she needed a few days.
Zach realized, now that he had shared bodily fluids with four different women in the last 30 hours, that he’d better start testing himself daily for STDs to protect all of them. As astronauts, they got tested for all kinds of things all the time, but this was especially dangerous behavior.
Alexis hosted Charisse and Zach at her place that evening. The evening started out low key, with a lot of kissing, but then Alexis started eating out Charisse while she was kissing and petting with Zach. The mischievous Alexis was licking and sucking Charisse so ably, causing the tall sun-kissed amazon queen to repeatedly orgasm so explosively, that Zach was jumping with arousal just witnessing it, and he didn't want to get in Alexis's way.
Zach ended up pushing into Alexis's eager, slick, and snapping beaver from behind. Her slutty, fishy, irresistible scent wafted up from her splashing, churning hole as he pounded it, filling him with nasty energy. He watched Charisse's brow knit on her beautiful expressive face in the throes of climax after climax from Alexis's tongue, lips, and fingers. Alexis also handled him ably, grunting with orgasmic pleasure herself as he orgasmed helplessly and excitedly in her slick, muscular, and highly skilled hole.
Then Charisse pushed him aside and started sucking Zach's dripping load out of Alexis. Watching his tall sun-kissed idol, looking for a moment so wholesome, grab the petite slut so forcefully and smear his cum all over her face trying to keep up with the orgasmic thrusts of Alexis's hips as she explosively swore and came on the nature girl's enthusiastic tongue caused him, within moments, to rise to urgent hardness. He pushed into Charisse's pussy then, smelling her spicy scent waft up to join Alexis's funk as he pounded and churned her from behind. Charisse's signature rising cries turned into rising moans as she stayed fixed on pleasuring Alexis's vulva with her lips and tongue. Alexis encouraged them both with nasty epithets as she climaxed repeatedly on Charisse's lusty tongue.
Then there was a long bout of one or the other of the delightful women riding Zach’s cock while the other rode his face. Then they showered. While they showered together, Alexis declared her desire to tie Charisse up, and Charisse declared her desire to try being tied up, but they just talked about it. After they dried off, Alexis showed them her treasure trove of bondage gear and sex toys, which was extensive. He passed on getting tied up for the time being. He wanted to try some of the toys, though, and wanted to try out the girls in Alexis’s sex swing.
In the morning, the girls had their morning ride, which they knew would become a habit, and they happily and with great satisfaction went off their separate ways to work. Zach was delighted and thoroughly satisfied by ending in Charisse and putting a big morning load up in her. The three of them heartily agreed that from now until launch, Alexis’s place, with its larger-than-king-size bed and other amenities, would be home base most nights.
He called Colby to confirm their lunch date and beg her again to do more than lunch, but she was adamant. They would meet for just lunch at noon. He didn't know what was going on with her all of the sudden, maybe just soreness. He wouldn't make it mean anything.
(To be continued)
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04: Wednesday, July 8, 2043, 1400 hours CST: Berte
Zach called Colonel Bruno, and reported, "I'm awaiting Doctor Kaufman's arrival, Colonel."
"You're going to love her, Zach."
"Sure. I've been thinking about our 'workout' ma'am. I hope we get another chance to train together soon."
"Leiutenant, are you flirting with me?"
"Certainly not, sir, but since we'll be colonizing Mars together, a little platonic flirting wouldn't hurt, would it?"
"Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining."
"I would never tell you it's raining if it isn't, ma'am."
"Carry on."
"Yes ma'am."
Zach was waiting as the T-38 he was waiting for pulled up on the tarmac, and Berte Kaufman climbed out of it. Her file had told him a few things. She was the only German in their crew. She was the youngest of the crew at 22, another child prodigy. She had an international reputation as an experimental physicist already in her young life. Her role on this crew was as an engineer.
On first sight, she was short, at least a foot shorter than Zach, stocky, and muscular, with large, firm tits. He immediately fantasized about touching and sucking on those. Her hair was platinum blonde, a bit wavy, and shoulder length. This whole situation was warping his mind, that the first thing he’d think about a young colleague, especially one a decade his junior, was ravaging her tits. But maybe that wasn’t quite it. His mind would have always gone there, but the difference was that in the past he would have immediately steered his mind away toward other matters. Now, he couldn’t put it out of his mind, because he might actually get a chance to motorboat those luscious firm ta-tas. Jesus, his mouth was actually watering.
Eyes up, Zachary. She was so pale, and her face was quite pretty, with wide, somewhat distant sky blue eyes, full lips and an enigmatic smile.
“I’m so pleased to meet you Doctor Kaufman, I’m Doctor Zachary Carson.” He took her small hand in both of his and shook it collegially.
“Yes, I know. From the photos.” She looked at him like she was looking into the sun. She looked overwhelmed. Was it shyness?
“Yes?” He was guessing photos in his file?
“And videos.”
“Wonderful.”
“You look better.”
“Better in person?” She was trying to compliment him, he thought.
“Correct,” Berte confirmed. This young lady was not a people person, just as her file suggested. She was much more at home crawling through the innards of some large machine.
“Thank you. And you look, well, that flight suit. You look very good in it.”
“Yes. Thank you, yes,” she said with a look into his eyes and a sweet grin on her face.
“May I call you Berte?”
“Berte, yes.” His pronunciation had been a little off. She was smiling.
“Berte, Berte,” Zach repeated. “Thank you, Berte.” Again she gave him the look and the sweet grin. “Well, Berte, would you like me to drive you to your assigned quarters, or, what can I do for you? I’m at your service.”
“Yes.”
“Take you to your quarters?”
“Correct.”
“Yes, of course,” Zach said, opening the passenger door for Berte. They drove to the temporary building with her assigned quarters without incident. Zach gave her a temporary key card he had brought with him for her use. A permanent one would be issued to her in a few days. Her door unlocked, and inside they found fairly routine airbase guest accommodations: a metal double bed, a few pieces of furniture, a separate bathroom with a sink, toilet, and small shower. Her luggage, or at least some of it, had preceded her, and sat neatly in the corner of the room.
“Would you like to go to dinner with me this evening?” Zach asked.
“Yes.” Again Berte gave Zach the look and the smile. It seemed she was taking a liking to him. She drew the curtains. Immediately the room was plunged into semi-darkness. She looked at him and smiled expectantly. Well, then.
“May I hug you?” Zach asked.
“Yes.” Zach walked the two steps over to Berte, held her gently in his arms, and looked down into her smiling face. After a moment, she put her arms gently around his waist.
No inappropriate touching yet, but Zach sensed an invitation. “May I kiss you?”
“Yes.” Zach kissed Berte gently on the lips, and her eyes closed. He kissed her again. She seemed to be enjoying it. He added tongue. She was a good kisser. He came up for air to check her out. She was looking at him and smiling.
“May I help you out of your flight suit?”
Berte let go of him. “Yes.” Still holding her with one arm, Zach started unzipping the front of her suit. As soon as he began to unzip her, she looked away sharply, but had not an open smile, but a cryptic grin on her face, like the Mona Lisa. He got the zipper all the way down. He put his hand on her neck. She was trembling.
“Should we slow down?”
“No.” Berte trembled, looking away. “I don’t know. I’m a virgin.”
“Oh gosh,” said Zach. Berte re-grabbed his waist quickly and hung on tight, her face pressed into his shoulder. He reassured her, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere.” He hugged her back just as tightly and just stayed there for a while.
“Why don’t we sit down on the bed and talk a little?”
“Yes,” Berte said. They sat. They held hands. Her hands were trembling. She looked straight into his eyes and smiled. Her expression was kind of unnatural. Then she abruptly turned away from him like she had been staring at the sun.
“Relax,” Zach said. “We’re right here. Whatever you want to have happen or not happen between us is good with me. Whatever you want me to do, if it’s within my power to do it, I’ll do it. Can I ask you a question?”
Berte answered him, “Yes.”
“Are you on the Spectrum?”
“Autistic, yes.”
“Well, you’re very charming. I’m enjoying your company.”
Berte looked back toward him, at his chest actually, and smiled and giggled gleefully. “Colleen taught me over the phone,” she said triumphantly.
“Colleen taught you how to be charming?”
“Yes.”
“I find this hard to imagine. What did she say?”
Still smiling cryptically and looking at Zach’s chest, Berte said, “Well, we were on the subject of ‘How do I get Zachary to fuck me?’ and she said, ‘Just smile at him, showing your teeth, and look directly into his eyes, and wait. He will invite you to get closer and closer. Say yes to getting closer. Say no to being apart. Keep smiling, and maintain eye contact when possible. Once he begins undressing you or asks you to undress for him, you need to stop doing this. You need to be 100% yourself from then on. Don’t worry. You’re extraordinary. He will love you.’ That’s exactly what she said. Closing the blinds was my idea,” she giggled proudly.
Great. Zach’s behavior was so predictable that Colleen could seduce him by proxy. “Closing the blinds was a wonderful touch,” he told Berte in all honesty. “If you hadn’t done that, it would have taken me a lot longer to get as far as we have.”
“I made a mistake,” Berte confided, looking away. “I thought you were going away, so I returned to the algorithm, and immediately you stopped and got suspicious.”
“Suspicious you were on the Spectrum? I was already suspicious. After all, I’m a trained physician. I’m mild Asperger’s myself. I stopped because I sensed you were frightened.”
“I’m not frightened. You’re not frightening. It’s just… pre-performance jitters.”
“It’s okay to be nervous about losing your virginity. It’s significant. You’ll remember it forever,” Zach assured her with appropriate gravity. Berte looked away and giggled uncontrollably. “What? What did I say?” he asked.
“Of course I’ll remember it forever,” Berte said, giggling. “I have an eidetic memory.”
Then Zach tickled Berte, and she tickled him back, and they rolled around on the bed and kissed and kissed. After a while, he asked, “Why do you want to fuck me?”
“Oh, please,” Berte said, looking away.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” Zach said. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to fuck and impregnate me within the safe period before launch. I want you to deliver my child on Mars. I want you to be an excellent father to the child.”
“I agree to these things. I will do my best.” There were so many other questions buzzing around in his head, but he quelled them. “May I take you to a hotel room, because your first time should be special, and I want to treat you like a princess. Can we do that?”
“We’ll fuck there?” she asked.
“More than that, I want us to make love, which involves fucking, but is more than just fucking.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Of course you don’t. You’re a virgin. I’ll teach you.”
Berte scoffed, as if to say, good luck with that. “Okay. Yes.”
Berte zipped up her flight suit and took an overnight bag from her luggage, checked it, and closed it. She also grabbed her laptop case. While she was getting organized, Zach made reservations at the Hilton, not the same room he’d recently stayed in, a better one, and alcohol-free champagne, and reservations in the lobby restaurant for seven. Then he texted Alexis and Charisse, “Sorry, I won’t be coming over tonight.”
Immediately, a return message came from Alexis, “You must. Michaela has just arrived and needs to meet with you urgently.”
Zach replied, “This is an emergency. Push the meeting to noon tomorrow at your place?”
Alexis replied: “You greedy slut. You just want to tit-fuck those giant young knockers all night long. Show up at my place on time or else.”
Zach had to drop the bomb: “She’s a virgin.”
A terse reply from Alexis: “Noon is fine.”
“Is everything okay?” asked Berte.
“Oh yeah, no problem,” Zach reassured her, kissing her.
They left and arrived at the Hilton a few minutes later. As they checked in at the front desk and walked up to their room, Zach noticed that every unaccompanied man checked Berte out. She made an immediate impression in her form-fitting flight suit. A man tried to strike up a conversation with her in the elevator. He asked her, “Are you a pilot?”
Berte answered, “Yes.”
“What kind of flying?”
“All kinds.”
“What do you mean all kinds? Jets? Helicopters? Spacecraft?”
“Yes.”
The man’s eyes grew wide. “Are you part of the Mars mission?” the man asked.
“Lunar pilot,” said Zach, “Look, man. Don’t bother her. She just got back from a long flight.”
“Sorry,” said the man affably to them. The elevator reached his floor, and he got off.
Now it was just the two of them on the way to the suite. “I wish I could lie in a believable fashion,” Berte said.
“You can, you did,” said Zach. “You ran Colleen’s algorithm on me very successfully.”
“That’s wasn’t lying,” Berte argued, “I actually want you to fuck me.” She covered her mouth. Then her eyes widened. “You aren’t angry, are you?”
“Not at all,” Zach assured her. “It was masterful, really.” He kissed her full lips again and again. They almost missed their floor. She looked reassured.
They got to the room. Zach poured them alcohol-free champagne. He then removed his clothes and hung them in the closet.
“There’s that sultry man-meat,” said Berte.
“You’ve watched porn, I take it.”
“Obviously.”
“Forget all that stuff, Berte. Those are actors who are paid to say and do all that stuff, for the most part.”
“Obviously. What about you?”
“Yes, I’ve watched porn.”
“No, I mean the clip Alexis sent me of you fucking Charisse.”
“Why would she do that?” Zach blurted. Clearly there was a conversation to be had with Alexis.
“You’re angry,” Berte said, “I already told you about the videos.”
“Oh no, Berte honey,” said Zach, leaning down and kissing her on the mouth until he kissed the fright away. “You did nothing wrong. Did you enjoy the clip?”
“I have questions,” stated Berte. “Are you going to grab me by the hair?”
“Do you want me to grab you by the hair?”
“Yesss,” said Berte. This was a different kind of yes.
“Have you done that before?”
“Yes. But wait. Every time I ask you a question, you ask me two or three questions. Sometimes you don’t answer my question at all, but just ask me a question. I feel irritated.”
“I’m sorry. Let me try to answer most of your probable questions at once. While I make love to you, I’ll experiment and notice what you like and what you don’t like, and I’ll do more of what you like and less of what you don’t like. Charisse is a different person with different likes and dislikes. I hope you didn’t see anything that frightened you.”
“I want you to push my head down into the bed and call me a slut while you fuck me from behind like you did Charisse.”
“Okay, we can give that a try. Any other requests?”
“No.”
“Then disrobe for me, slut.” Berte zipped her flight suit down to her waist, removed her bra, and got on her knees in front of Zach. Her breasts were phenomenal, so high and firm for their size, with pink areolae and erect nipples. She looked off to the side with a bored expression. She offered him her breasts with her hands, passively waiting for him to tit-fuck her. He realized that this was what she was used to. “Get naked for me, slut.” She stood back up, took off the remainder of her clothes, and got back on her knees in front of him. Her blonde muff was wild and unruly. She looked confused now.
He should start with something familiar. He played with her breasts and nipples. “Suck my cock, slut.” She didn’t use her hands on it. She swallowed three quarters of it like an anaconda, choked, then bobbed enthusiastically. Clearly she loved giving oral. It felt too good. He grabbed her firmly by the roots of her hair and slowed down her pace about halfway. He sighed in relief, figuring he could last a few minutes at this speed.
Now for something unfamiliar. “Show me how you masturbate, slut.” Berte stopped sucking Zach, went over to her overnight bag, got a futuristic pink vibrator out of it, lay down on the bed, spread her legs, turned on the vibrator, and played it across her vulva. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. She was clearly already very wet. He kissed her on the mouth, neck, and breasts and played his hands over her body as she masturbated. Her arousal was most heightened by him sucking pretty hard on one or the other breast. He also put two fingers in her mouth. She came shortly after that, not making a sound, but biting down on his fingers hard, but not painfully hard. Immediately, she switched off her vibrator and relaxed, breathing deeply.
Zach flipped Berte over and put her on her knees. He examined her, and thankfully, she didn’t appear to have an intact hymen. She was dripping wet, but she looked pretty small, so just to be safe, he lubed up his cock and her vulva. Then he thrust in his cock slowly and got about three quarters of the way in before hitting the back of her. He grabbed her by her hair, pushed her head down into the bed, and tapped the back of her vagina, not hard, but pressing in firmly as she opened up to accommodate him. She was breathing hard, but otherwise inscrutable. As his hips began spanking her ass with each thrust, he asked, “How does that feel, slut?”
“I came. It hurts. I feel like I’m going to cum again.”
“Do you want me to keep going, slut?”
“Yeah-uh! AAH! HUH!!”
As Berte was screaming out her orgasm, Zach let go of her hair, grabbed her ass, and strained and orgasmed deep in her tight writhing quim, “RAAAA!” He stilled as his body pulsed, and thick strands of cum blasted into her and out the edges. He lay down on his side as he continued to hold himself firmly inside her, spoon fashion. They were both breathing hard. “Do you want to do it again?” he asked. She got up from the bed holding her cummy pussy, ran into the bathroom, and shut the door. He called after her, “Are you okay?”
Berte called out from the bathroom, “Yes.”
Zach set a timer on his phone for 15 minutes and waited. He received a text message. It was from Berte, “That was by far the best thing ever!"
She immediately sent another text, "You are by far the best man ever!"
And another, "Please forgive Alexis."
And another, "I begged her to show me because I was so nervous."
"It helped me calm down and feel excited about fucking with you.”
"Please, please."
Zach texted back, “I absolutely forgive Alexis. Anything for you, my darling.”
Berte texted, “You made me scream!"
“It felt more good than could stay inside me.”
"It just came out and I couldn’t help it."
"I thought people just did that in porn videos to act sexy.”
Zach texted, “You made me scream."
"You were so wonderful."
"Making love to you was so wonderful."
"I wanted to pour all my love, all my everything into you.”
Berte texted, “I think you did!"
"It’s all over me."
"It’s still leaking out of my vagina."
"Should I do anything to keep it in?”
Zach texted, “There’s no need."
"Plenty will stay in."
"You can use a hand towel if you’re worried about dripping."
"Please bring another hand towel so we have one handy."
"Can we cuddle? I miss you.”
Berte texted, “Can we keep texting while we cuddle?"
"It’s not so difficult for me.”
Zach texted, “By all means.”
Berte burst out of the bathroom, smiling and giggling, threw a hand towel at Zach’s head, and jumped onto the bed. Her thumbs worked on her phone, “I’m so relieved you’re not mad at Alexis anymore.”
She wiped his dick off gently with a towel, spread the towel on his tummy, put her phone down on the towel, and deep throated his cock, which rapidly hardened. Her thumbs flew as she continued to suck, “Looks like somebody likes my blowjobs!”
Zach couldn’t even focus it was so good. Finally he texted, “Cant kp up ftoo good!”
Berte texted back, “That’s fine."
"Just enjoy yourself."
"There are some things I want to tell you though, so that’s good."
"This will keep you quiet while I tell you some things. :-)”
Zach managed to text, “Slow xxxxx”
Berte texted, “I found it very helpful when you told me what you wanted."
"That’s the most frustrating thing about other sexual encounters I’ve had."
"Men’s language gets more and more gibberish the more excited they get."
"‘Would you mind, or if you’d like,‘ No, I’d rather not have a guessing game at the moment, thank you.”
“oooWAAH!” shouted Zach as he helplessly shot a goodly splash of cum down Berte’s throat.
Berte texted, “I have a feeling those swimmies won’t make it to the finish line, Zachary."
"Better luck next time,” and then a complex and obscene-looking string of emojis.
Zach was not reading her at the moment, being practically passed out from having had the best blowjob of his life.
They continued to text and make love. It was established that the slut thing did not work for her. His mood seemed to change when he called her a slut. She didn’t like that different mood. She was relieved to read from him that the slut thing was playacting that excited some women, is all. What attracted her to his behavior in the video had been his specific instructions, so she could stop worrying about what was expected of her in the interaction. She wasn't particularly interested in the domination part.
Berte did like the hair grabbing, especially the way Zach did it, where she felt a sublime thrill and pressure and no pain. She liked him holding her head down because of the pressure. She liked being held down and immobilized generally because it relaxed her and opened her up to sensation.
Zach and Berte did make it to dinner, but they kind of rushed through it. They were madly texting each other the whole time.
Berte’s favorite positions of the evening were doggie style and reverse cowgirl. Both were low on eye contact, which helped her, and both afforded them the ability to text each other during. The most successful bout was when Zach went down to his car and got several radiological aprons, which are very heavy, and took her on her tummy with the aprons piled on her back. She orgasmed almost continuously that time and even momentarily passed out.
Berte texted Zach as they were resting together at the end of the evening, “Thank you for making love to me,"
"You are correct that it is more than just sex."
"You rejoiced in me, all of me. That felt almost too much."
"I feel happy being close to you, and that is unlike me."
"Thanks for wanting my baby with me. With you, I feel confident."
"Thanks for being hungry to understand me. That is unlike people."
"Correction most people. There may be more than just you and my parents."
"I don't even know what to do with you. I feel funny."
Zach texted, "Good funny or bad funny?"
Berte texted, "I want to sit next to you forever."
Zach texted, "It sounds to me like some love was made."
"I want to sit next to you forever, too."
"Let's do it."
Berte texted, "It's impractical, but I want to do it anyway."
Zach texted, "I love you, Berte Kaufman."
"It's impractical, but I want to do it anyway."
Berte texted back, "I want to keep making love with you."
"I want to understand everything about you."
"Thank you for showing me and making this love with me."
"I love you, Zachary Carson.”
Zach texted back, “I know.”
Berte texted, “You are a shit, Han Solo.”
Zach texted, “I thought you’d like that.” Then they had a tickle fight.
(To be continued)
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05: Thursday, July 9, 2043, 1200 hours CST: Michaela
Zachary Carson arrived at Alexis Warren’s place exactly on time at noon. Outside the front door, he sent Berte a final text, "Time to face the music xoxo. Will be back in touch soon."
His American Mars Colony Mission One teammates and daily lovers Alexis and Charisse, along with their teammate and new daily lover Michaela Petrova, who arrived yesterday from Bulgaria, had been left to their own devices last night while he lavished appropriate care on Berte Kaufman, a newly arrived teammate from Germany, who he had found out was a virgin at the age of 22. The evening had been very successful; she had been well-launched and thoroughly slept with, and Zach was ready to do his best to make it up to his two daily lovers and especially their new mate Michaela, who had been stood up on her very first night in town.
As Zach followed the trail of debris and cast-off underwear to the front deck, it was obvious from the state of the house that they’d been tearing up the place all night. Scrawled on the message board was the epithet, “Men are thoroughly useless bastards!” and scrawled underneath it in a different hand, he guessed Michaela’s since he didn’t recognize it, “Especially when they’re doing the right thing.” It looked like the party had started with wine, and then a lot of hard liquor had been drunk and a lot of weed had been smoked.
“THERE you are!” Alexis bawled upon seeing Zach. She was clearly still drunk. Charisse waved, looking sleepy and equally drunk. Michaela looked ravishing, on edge, and very much sober and energetic. She was the tiniest of their crewmates at 4’11” and under 100 pounds, but had some nice big breasts for her size, C-cups he’d wager, that looked yummy. She had a beautiful face, an impish compact smile, flaming red hair cut in a bob, hazel eyes matching the color of Charisse’s that turned down a bit on the outsides, and delicate eyebrows. Michaela was a renowned cosmologist and planetologist in her own right, but was still overshadowed by their colleague Anming Tang, the woman who had just won the Nobel Prize for unraveling the puzzle of dark matter and dark energy, the woman who had given him the brush off. But Anming overshadowed everybody.
Zach sat at the deck table across from Michaela, Alexis on his right and Charisse on his left. The deck was on the second floor of Alexis’s split level house, and his back was nearly against the railing overlooking the street. “Thank you, ladies, for the lovely lunch,” he said, and indeed it was a wonderful looking meat and vegetables hot dish and a nice bottle of wine on the table.
He knew not to complain to them about the drinking. These women tracked their fertility scrupulously, so this must not be anyone’s week. Well, perhaps Michaela’s. But the other women wouldn’t have left her out if she couldn’t drink, considering the situation he’d caused already. “And greetings Doctor Petrova!” Zach said, “I wish I could say I’ve heard all about you, but Charisse has sworn Alexis to silence. I did hear a physical description, though, which didn’t do you justice.”
“You’re too kind Doctor Carson, Zachary,” Michaela greeted. “If you don’t mind, I am urgent. May I visit you over there?”
“I’m at your service,” Zach assured her. Michaela dropped below the table in a blink, and in a moment she was unzipping his pants and pulling out his sleepy cock. He became immediately concerned, as he was quite visible from the street through the deck railing, especially if they drew people’s attention upwards. It was a quiet residential neighborhood, with people passing by every few minutes. He supposed, if they were quiet, they might escape notice, and then suddenly he was in heaven as the fiery tiny redhead’s hungry mouth engulfed his cock.
Even with all the hip exercise he’d gotten with Berte last night and this morning, his hips helplessly began to strain toward Michaela’s mouth as she took in every inch she could reach and gargled him delightfully. She looked like a cute tiny chipmunk down there, going after her nut. She came off him, and seeing he was both reasonably erect and well lubricated from her ministrations, straddled his lap and urgently worked herself down on his cock. God, she was tight. “Urrr! Yes! I’ve wanted you so bad, Zachary, I’ve needed you…”
They were face to face, and she began kissing him passionately as she worked her way onto him. Her breasts were smashed up against him. Through bra, blouse, and his own shirt, he could still feel her nipples raking up and down his chest. He reached under her short skirt to grab her round, firm naked ass and give it a swift spank of encouragement. She was a trouper, and clearly not unfamiliar with accommodating men of his size, so she was already forcefully and noisily jouncing herself up and down on as much of him as was available given the position and the slight interference of his slacks and boxer briefs. It was truly amazing that the tiny woman could fit it all in so readily. It wasn't for lack of tightness, for sure.
“Urrr! Urrr! Urrr! AAAA!” Michaela shrieked as she had her first orgasm and stopped on him, shuddering and groaning with aftershocks. Zach held the tiny flame-haired beauty lovingly to him as she shuddered and enjoyed her climax and looked over at Charisse. He was gratified to see that, drunk and sleepy as she was, she was looking thirstily at him. Alexis was great fun, and this new one, Michaela, was clearly a wild one and would be loads of fun to come home to, but to be honest with himself, the one he had missed had been Charisse. He was gratified the feeling, at least the lust part, had been mutual.
Zach couldn’t see behind himself whether they were drawing a crowd or not, nor hear whether a crowd was gathering over the curvy spinner’s full-throated and unabashed juicy shrieks. He couldn’t imagine there wasn’t. He could see the headline now, “One Third of Mars Colony One Crew Flashes Crowd in Wild Sex Romp.” That kind of thing didn’t play well. Luckily, he had his back to the street, Michaela’s face was blocked from view by his body, and Alexis and Charisse were probably too far from the edge to be seen from this side of the street.
“Nice cum noises, babe! Look you can see her legs and feet pushing on the chair there. She’s on him like this.” It sounded like some college bro and his friends had spotted them from the street. Zach’s worst nightmare about this scenario was coming true.
Michaela began to move on him, looked Zach in the eye, relaxed after her initial release, and said to him in low tones, “I trust we’re agreed on baby-daddy issues.” He nodded.
“Is that you, space babe?” the bro asked. Alexis got up and, masking her face below her eyes with a napkin, stepped up to the railing and lifted her skirt to flash her pussy at the bros. Many catcalls and whistles in response to this, maybe half a dozen. “TWO of them up there! Oh my God you are a lucky bastard!”
“In addition, I need daily, perhaps occasionally more, se suglasi?” Michaela continued.
“Agreed. More,” replied Zach.
“You say more? With three already?” The petite red fox chuckled incredulously, moving faster. “I can handle. I like ambitious man. Ohhh! Ugh!” Michaela whimpered as she started to really pound down on him.
Meanwhile, Alexis was teasing the bros from behind her improvised napkin veil, showing them her naked ass and spanking it. She was quite drunk. “How many girls up there?” asked the bro. Alexis held up three fingers. “THREE?? Look, the five of us were just walking to lunch, if you want.” Alexis shook her head. “No? Okay. Well at least show us your kitty again?” Alexis pulled up her skirt and holding up her skirt with her forearm, spread herself with two fingers for them. From the angle, Zach couldn’t tell if Alexis was wet, but he knew she was always wet, and probably dripping at the moment.
“Oh God, I want to taste that!” another of the bros shouted.
“Oh! Agh! Uhh!” continued Michaela, reaching toward her next climax, pounding herself down on Zach and vocalizing with each thrust.
“I want the screamer!” cried out another bro.
The begging from the street continued. As Michaela stopped to shudder in pleasure and satisfaction, Zach picked her up, dick firmly and deeply lodged in her slippery snatch, to delicately move them indoors. He faced scrupulously away from the street as he moved. Charisse was watching their every move and slid open the door for them. Alexis soon reluctantly followed, catcalls and whistles following her in.
“Anywhere, floor, fuck me now!” whimpered Michaela. So Zach set her down on the carpet, pulled out for a second with an audible pop and an “ugh!” from the Bulgarian, and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs. Then he spread her very flexible legs up and out, grabbed her ass, plunged in with a few rocks to a gratifying balls deep, and pounded away enjoyably. Michaela shrieked with each plunge. The forceful thrusting continued, Zach nailing her soundly and repeatedly to the carpet as Alexis and Charisse stood over them, frantically jilling their pussies as they watched their friend get roughly and delightfully broken in by their lover, her new lover.
Normally, being inside a brand new girl, Zach would be climaxing about now, but even though he felt intense pleasure from slamming into Michaela’s creamy, tight, twisting, and altogether exciting cunny, listening to her moans, howls, and Bulgarian epithets, and the intoxicating healthy scent wafting up from her as he churned her, he felt tremendous staying power due to his prolific all-night and into the morning lovemaking and tickling bout with Berte and also because of the incident on the porch, which was more dangerous in so many ways than Zach wanted to get. He was easygoing and up for practically anything except putting the mission in jeopardy to even the smallest degree. The public nature of their jobs required them to keep a low profile, especially with regard to sexual matters.
Zach intended to use his found staying power to love the daylights out of Michaela. To this end, he lifted her off the carpet and stood while her body quivered in orgasm at the combination of stillness and anticipation. He walked with her speared on him to Alexis’s playroom, slipped her into the swing which had already been set up for his height, grabbed the swing firmly, and repeatedly thrust the tiny redheaded screamer onto his dick with renewed force. Alexis and Charisse strapped Michaela into the swing. There were a few straps that would just secure her, but Alexis wrapped and tightened the straps that would pinion her arms and legs tightly, giving her the maximum to pleasurably strain against as her orgasms took her.
Michaela was growing hoarse with the cries continually being forced from her by Zach’s relentless and energetic pounding. He felt sanguine and ready to do this with a smile forever. That’s when Alexis purred, “I never asked you, Zach, how was Berte? Did you start her off right?” That’s when he remembered the deep feeling expressed in Berte’s face when she said, “I came. It hurts. I feel like I’m going to cum again.” His mind filled with thoughts of the feel of Berte, quietly, in the dark, as she shuddered in orgasm. He suddenly and inexorably felt his semen boiling up in him.
Zach let go and thrust forward, “RAAA!” he roared as he strained and shot into Michaela. He was out of semen after his first shot, but his orgasm continued to feel good as he strained. As his orgasm released, he pulled out with a splash, fell to one knee and then prone on the carpet, catching his breath. He watched a dollop of his white offering spill out of the little red fox's tight, tiny cunt from in between her fat pink little inner lips and plop down onto the carpet. Her whole groin area was a shade of pink darker than the rest of her due to the hard spanking he'd just given her with his hips.
“Zach, skupa, you broke me open good,” Michaela croaked weakly, swinging lazily. “Been long time since fucked this fucking good. And without condom oh God feels so good. Almost forgot how much I love real skin in there and cum run down my ass.”
Charisse and Alexis high-fived each other, and Alexis crowed, “See I told you!!”
Michaela croaked, “Need 150 cc wodka now.” Charisse had a bottle of vodka handy. Steadying Michaela’s swing with one hand, she poured drams of it straight from the bottle into the mouth of the immobilized Bulgarian planetologist.
“Now you see, you’ve exhausted him,” said Alexis, rolling Zach onto his back, still panting with the pleasure of finishing in Michaela. “We need to use him too.” She throated his half-hard cock and bobbed and drooled on it. She stopped for a moment, and commented, “I’ve rarely had to suck Zach to an erection. Usually he gets one if you just wink at him. You really tired him out, honey.”
“Lucky, I’m good cocksucker,” Michaela croaked between drams. “Love his cock down my throat. Will fluff him anytime, girls.”
“Me, too,” said Alexis, mounting Zach’s turgid cock.
“Me three!” crowed Charisse, pouring another dribble of vodka down Michaela’s throat.
Alexis and Charisse took turns riding and having orgasms on Zach. Michaela was happy to rest for a while in the harness, but soon she was inspired, especially by the rising cries of Charisse’s orgasmic upward spirals, and begged and cursed to be let out of the harness and get her own turns. As Charisse had a particularly extended ride, Alexis reminded Michaela that they hadn’t been ejaculated into for more than a whole day unlike she just had, and that she was a greedy slut who deserved to be punished, and that here, this would distract her. She blindfolded and gagged Michaela and then strapped a vibrator to her vulva, lubed up her ass thoroughly, and installed a large butt plug in it. Then she took a long turn of her own on Zach while Michaela struggled, gurgled, climaxed, and shook in the harness.
After Alexis and Charisse had orgasmed and switched a few more times, Zach groaned and admitted he was getting close, and where should he put it? Alexis climbed off him and said, in this greedy bitch here, removing the butt plug from Michaela while Charisse oiled up his straining cock. He thrust into Michaela’s asshole urgently and pounded it with excited abandon, eliciting a long groan from Michaela into her ball gag. With an urgent nasty feeling like he might never get to have a girl in the ass again, he ended his short strokes with a delicious thrust deep into Michaela’s squirming tight rectum as she came again on the vibrator in front and his long thick cock in back. As he pulled out, Michaela shuddered and sprayed cum onto the rubber matting of the playroom, and pissed for good measure after that. Alexis freed Michaela from the swing as Charisse fetched the mop and he staggered off to the kitchen to find some water to drink.
Zach needed a nap, and the women, having had some sexual release with him, were feeling much more comfortable. None of them had much sleep last night. He dealt with the lunch dishes, while the drunken contingent, because Michaela was fully feeling her six ounces of vodka, fell into Alexis’s bed for a relaxing nap. While he tidied up a bit more than just lunch, and gave Colleen a call. "Just checking in, sir. No new arrivals today."
"I'm aware of that Major. And don't start with me."
"I want you to remember that you're a wonderful commanding officer, ma'am."
"That will be all." Colleen chuckled and hung up.
Then Zach gave Colby a call. "How's my lover girl?"
"Missing you. I'm still not ready to do the deed again, lover. I'm sorry. But I can meet with you, as long as we remain fully clothed. Can’t we just go somewhere and hide out until the dry run?”
“That would be great, wouldn’t it? What would you want to do if we could?”
“I would take you to this cabin I own in Colorado. I would make you eggs and sit next to you.”
“Could we kiss?”
“Of course. By the time we got there, we could do anything you wanted to.”
“I would want to take off all your clothes, and then just massage and touch and feel your body everywhere. And kiss you everywhere, my chocolate treat.”
“But I can’t have you all to myself, can I? So I’d better stop dreaming.”
“Lunch tomorrow? Same time and place?”
“Yes. I’ll take what I can get.”
“I love you.”
“I love you. I have to go now. Goodbye.” The call ended and Colby was gone.
Next he texted Berte, "They haven't killed me yet."
"Of course not. We have a strict policy of Zach conservation."
"I should see you again tomorrow, so be prepared."
"Looking forward to it, lover."
"Love."
"Love."
Then Zach went and joined the women for a nice nap. They awoke around dinner time. Zach woke up with an urgent erection, understandable for a healthy man with three women pouring out pheromones sharing a bed with him. He grabbed the tiny, fiery Michaela and, feeling her to be moist enough, covered her and speared her. Alexis and Charisse left the new lovers to it, reasoning that they needed some time to enjoy each other one-on-one and have some pillow talk. Michaela stretched her legs, breathed deeply, and opened up for him fully within a few strokes, and then cuddled herself to his chest and enjoyed him thoroughly, swearing with increasing volume in Bulgarian, on his desperate horny ride.
The tiny Bulgarian screamer was delightfully noisy, enthusiastically climaxing a dozen times on the way. These three women seemed to orgasm easily and repeatedly with Zach, which was a happy thing, and not surprising for women with such unusually high libidos, he figured. This was his first encounter with women who wanted sex as often as he did, and he felt blessed that not just one of them but three of them would be traveling to Mars with him. Michaela’s strong healthy scent filled the room by the time they were done. She was so tiny and tight, a real delight to plow firmly, especially when he was worn down and could give her a really nice long orgasm-filled ride. She was bare, but he almost wished she had a fiery red muff down there to match her head.
Zach was curious about the nasty thing Alexis was going to share with him that Charisse stopped her from sharing. Michaela guessed it was about the time she and Alexis had attended an ESA conference, and as a top secret side attraction, friends of Michaela, not ESA friends, arranged a gangbang contest for the two women for the title of “biggest slut in space.” Her friends supplied unlimited condoms, unlimited lube, an army of eager men, and enforced the use of all three. This was a private affair. The rule was that a man was done after five minutes whether he’d ejaculated or not, but he could return. After about three hours of both women being continuously gangbanged, Alexis tapped out, and Michaela won the competition 25 to 21.
Alexis shared that she had really wanted to get over twenty so she could say it, but then she lost heart, because it was freaking strenuous work. Michaela kept going because she wanted to allow the men who were too desperate to walk away a chance to finish, and so everybody went away from the event happy. Alexis and Michaela agreed it was practically a tie, because Michaela knew a number of the men who had come to fuck them, so it was a bit easier for her.
Zach asked Michaela whether she would miss all the men. She said there would be more and more men every two years, so probably not. Her opinion was that more than three or four men at a time was like masturbation, although more exciting, but there still wasn’t much personal relatedness to be had beyond three or four partners at a time. With any luck, that should be possible in as little as two years on Mars. She then mentioned that she and Alexis had a bet over who would be the first airtight slut on Mars. Zach said that he would be happy to help them both.
Then it was dinnertime. Everyone had a glass of wine at dinner, because that was healthy, and Zach was making babies this week, so should not get drunk, and the women wanted to support him in that. Otherwise, dinner was beef stroganoff and green beans. After dinner, Michaela cleaned up the dishes while Charisse and Alexis took Zach to bed and took turns riding him. During this time, the bros came by and pounded on the door, and Michaela told them to fuck off and not come back or the police would be called. Michaela walked into the bedroom just in time to see a frantic sweaty Zach finish explosively in a spread and shrilly keening Charisse.
After Michaela returned, they lay around in bed and talked. More of the story of the “biggest slut in space” competition was told, and everybody got a nice deep massage from the other three. Then they went to sleep. Zach woke up in the middle of the night, as if his body was especially insistent to service all three women as much as possible. Thus, he urgently went through all three women and ejaculated urgently into each of them during the night. In the morning, though, he had to say goodbye to them without their usual morning ride, but promised to visit each of them later that morning, and then left.
He texted Berte and asked if he could come over and make love to her, both because he missed her and because this was her week to ovulate. She said she'd love to see him. He went to her room on base, licked her until she had a good loud climax, pleasurably worked his way into her doggie style, and as she orgasmed with a shriek from the penetration, he waited for her next big wailing climax and unloaded his nice big morning batch into her while she was cumming. With that, they cleaned up, dressed, kissed, pledged undying love via text message, and made to depart. They found a note on Berte's door, apparently from one of the other female officers sharing the building with her. It said, "Get a real room, please." They would have to pick a different venue next time. What was the Air Force thinking housing Berte in here? It was practically in her job description as a colonist to get inseminated as thoroughly, frequently, and soundly as possible, especially this week.
After that, Zach visited Michaela in the radio telescope bay and had the red-haired tidbit quickly bent over the desk of her computer workstation. "See you again tonight, lover," she whimpered after him as he reluctantly left her, semen dripping out of her snatch onto the floor as she rested on the table.
Next he visited Alexis in her chemistry lab. She introduced him to her colleagues, some of whom he already knew and one that he had dated in the past, and then took him down the corridor to the staff lounge, which was vacant, and put a chair under the door to block it. He had her on the lounge couch. The mischievous playful brunette made some noise; her colleagues probably heard her.
Finally, he visited Charisse, his nature girl, in the greenhouse, which was still fairly private since her colleague Doctor Aanya Ghosh had not yet arrived from India. Zach had Charisse, his sweet glorious sun-kissed hippie superhero, made love in the dirt of her garden. This had good associations for her; she sung a few really nice arias for him. Once she had climaxed wetly a few times that way, he lifted her legs up a bit farther, carefully brushed her off, and tried something new. He used her copious fluids to have her anally. Her slick little pucker just looked like it wanted it, and it must have. He thrust fully into her juicy tight anus in a few firm strokes. Her singing got really ragged then. She loved the hell out of it, and he loved it more because she loved it so much.
(To be continued)
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06: Friday, July 10, 2043, 1400 hours CST: Khushi
Zach stood on the tarmac outside their hangar and called Colonel Bruno. "Ma'am, I'm in front of the hangar awaiting Doctor Gupta's arrival."
"Very well."
"Ma'am, is communication good between us?"
"Yes, Major. I'm just overworked, and you clearly are as well. Clearly."
"Yes, ma'am. We knew this would be the job, though, didn't we?"
"We did."
"Once all of our crewmates have arrived and are settled, do you think we can get that 'workout' in, ma'am?"
"Thank you for asking. I doubt you'll have the stamina for it."
"Don't count me out yet, ma'am. I'm tenacious."
"We'll see. Carry on."
"Yes ma'am."
Zach was there waiting for Khushi Gupta when she pulled up in her T-38. He texted Berte, "Gotta sign off. More arriving happening." Khushi was a brilliant semiconductor process engineer. Her first task on Mars would be to get the semiconductor fabrication equipment working so that new construction could be supplied with the semiconductors it needed and any critical semiconductors that failed on Mars could be replaced with newly fabricated ones. They couldn’t afford to wait two years for replacements.
Khushi was big, only slightly above normal height for a woman at 5’8”, tall for an astronaut, with big firm breasts. She was all dangerous curves in her flight suit. She beamed at him with a big smile on her face and waved at him when she was halfway down the ladder. Her face was beautiful and exotic, the face of an Indian goddess. She was sporting a bindi, a red dot on her forehead, making her look even more like a goddess.
“Doctor Gupta, I’m so pleased to meet you,” greeted Zach, taking her hands.
“Doctor Carson, charmed,” replied Khushi. “Has anybody ever told you that you look like Doc Savage? Especially with that haircut.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know the reference,” Zach said.
“I must confess I’m a bit of a nerd for mid-twentieth-century American pop culture,” Khushi explained. “Doc Savage is a pulp fiction hero, superhero really, dating back to the 1930’s, but throughout pop culture, in big and small ways, up through the present day. He is like your version of a Hindu god. Kind of a combination of Indiana Jones and Batman.”
“Indiana Jones?”
“Dude,” Khushi pulled him close by the lapels and looked up into his eyes, “serious movie watching times are ahead for you.”
“I’ll prepare,” Zach smiled. “I’m at your service, whatever you need, whatever you want, I’ll strive to provide it.”
“Well, I’m desperate for a drink, but I can’t have a drink, because I want to make a baby. I may be ovulating as early as today,” Khushi intimated. “Oh, crap, there’s no delicate way to put it, is there?”
“Not that I’ve heard so far,” Zach smiled. “Look, I would be overjoyed and honored to be involved with that, if you’d like me to be.”
“This might seem sudden, since we’ve only just now met and are holding hands and smiling at each other like lunatics, but I’m hoping you’ll be the one. Why are we smiling like this?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m smiling because you’re delightful, and because you’re a beautiful goddess. As for being the one, I’d be honored, as I’ve already stammered to you, and I have a couple of requests, if you don’t mind.”
“Tell me.”
“I would like to help you raise any kids we conceive together, okay?”
“Very okay,” Khushi smiled.
“I might fall in love with you some, or a lot, but not in a jealous way.”
“Same with me. We must promise to be gentle with one another.”
“I promise.”
“Me too,” said Khushi. “In my culture, arranged marriages are still not uncommon, so maybe it’s not such a big cultural thing for me. But here we are, speaking of these life-changing questions out here on the hot tarmac. Please whisk me away to a secluded location where we can continue our conversation in earnest.”
“You’ve got some temporary quarters on base, but it’s blah. I can rent a hotel room for this evening, but I can’t stay tonight.”
“That’s fine. Let’s rent one, and I’ll sleep there or not as matters develop.”
“Spectacular.” They climbed into Zach’s car, he started it for the air conditioning, and then called the Hilton and reserved a room. They filled the slightly shy ride over to the hotel with nervous shop talk. He put his hand on Khushi’s thigh as they were talking and driving. In response, she slid one hand between his legs and kept it still there, resting on his crotch, out of the way of his thigh rubbing.
They reached the Hilton and checked in. Zach didn’t have to worry about the concierge getting suspicious over him showing up with woman after different woman. He had already had a conversation with the hotel staff that they were putting up crew here temporarily at times while quarters were established, and they would appreciate discretion since they didn’t want to be mobbed by reporters and such.
When they got to the room, Khushi pushed Zach down onto the bed, and as he sat there, she played bouncy Indian music on her phone and did an elaborate dance for him, slowly zipping down and slinking out of her flight suit, undulating her hips and gesturing artistically with her arms the whole time. Then she danced for a while in just her bra and panties. She undid her bra and unleashed the biggest boobs on the team, beating out the much shorter Berte by at least five to ten centimeters in chest size.
Khushi grabbed her massive tits sensuously, held them up, and traced her nipples over Zach’s chest, causing him to quickly doff his shirt so he could feel them in their dark brown, puckered, and erect glory on his bare chest. She traced her nipples over his neck and ears and cheeks, and then she started doing a little shimmy so she was patting his cheeks with the insides of her tits. His mouth opened reflexively to try to lick, suck, and nurse on her, but they were moving too fast to catch. She shimmied harder until she was smacking her substantial and clearly all-natural love sacks against the sides of his head, making him dizzy and overwhelmed.
Then Khushi did an amazing maneuver, where in a single smooth motion she swung around and bent over, bringing her utterly delicious ass into play, and pulled down her panties to reveal a wet, bare little puss, her wet inner lips straining apart to reveal her blushing pink center. Then she kicked her right leg straight up and out of her panties and, holding her right leg against her cheek, stood still on her left leg for a beat. Her puss was wide open in Zach’s face for his viewing pleasure. His eyes crossed as she held this position, her scent of anticipation, curry, anticipation, and goddess overtaking his soul. At this, the end of her erotic dance, he was rock hard in his pants, and any other thoughts other than pouncing on this intoxicating woman had fled.
Khushi dropped to her knees very demurely in her extraordinary nakedness and gently slipped off his loafers, rolled off his socks, unbuckled his pants, and so on, organizing everything neatly and gracefully, an extension of her intricate dance. Then they were naked together, she on her knees looking up at him majestically, his desperately hard cock straining toward her.
Zach knelt, lifted Khushi, and placed her gently on the middle of the bed. He lay beside her and they began kissing and stroking each other’s bodies. She grabbed and felt his straining cock while he reached between her legs and stroked her clit and vulva, exploring and memorizing it with one surgeon’s hand while the other held her to him. She shuddered, and although he sensed she could cum from just manual stimulation, he wanted badly to taste her, so he got between her legs and began thoroughly exploring her with his tongue and lips from love button to anus and then back up to love button, tonguing her hood and sucking on her quivering wet pee-hole.
Soon, Khushi's body was undulating like a snake captured by his mouth sucking wetly with loud smacking sounds on her. She was making inarticulate whimpers and cries as well as shouting the occasional word in Hindi or perhaps Tamil, since he didn’t recognize it, one of those languages. Once or twice he thought he heard “Zach." He delighted in the smell, taste, and slick wetness of her. Soon after, her whole body arched, and she came with a scream.
Zach came up for air and tried to mount Khushi missionary style, but she had other plans, and rolled him onto his back and positioned herself for cowgirl. She deftly started him in her and sat up straight as she performed the world’s most pleasurable disappearing act. He grabbed and started gently stroking her tits, which she seemed to enjoy. The heft and softness of them was extraordinary. Sometime soon he wanted to spend a long time just nursing the hell out of these big delicious ta-tas. This started him dreaming about all the women on Mars who would be nursing all at once and needing occasional relief from being painfully full. He couldn’t wait to step in and save the day.
As Khushi slowly rode him, clearly conserving him to masterfully reach a maximum number of orgasms herself, he reveled in the sexual workout he’d received in the past several days and the staying power it was giving him. As Khushi smiled down joyously and her massive jugs swung toward and away from him with every delicious thrust of her hips and milking grasp of her tight, muscular pussy, he was pulled inexorably back in time.
Zach thought of Colleen, her strenuous audition of him, and the look of lust in her eyes as she held her nether lips apart and whimpered, “Please, I want you inside me, please?”
He thought of Charisse and her rising cries and their shuddering crescendos.
He thought of Alexis in the pitch dark, whispering, “C’mon, tiger.”
He thought of Colby in her chocolate majesty howling, “I want it!”
He thought of Berte’s eyes tearing up, mouth and throat full of his cock, and texting him mad love notes all at the same time.
He thought of Michaela strapped into the swing, croaking, "Need 150 cc wodka now."
And now Khushi was on him indelibly, ravenously, masterfully riding him and shuddering, bountiful breasts swinging energetically and knocking together like crazy pendulums. He could joyously spend a lifetime with any of these women. All these women together were an overwhelming honor. These women, and a few more even, were his life now, and he quietly dedicated his life to bringing them all fulfillment, inspiration, sex when wanted, love when welcomed, and good health.
After Khushi had ridden him to dozens of her own shuddering orgasms over the course of perhaps an hour, without even noticing it at first, Zach began to thrill and pump his hips helplessly. “Zachary, are you getting close?” she asked. He nodded. “Take me, Zachary. Breed me. Breed me!”
Zach flipped her over roughly as she shrieked in surprise and delight, held her legs above her head, having had an ample demonstration of her flexibility earlier, and thrust straight down into her with body slam after body slam, plunging deeper than ever. She huffed and whimpered in intense pleasure, straining close. Then he felt Khushi’s vaginal walls twist and shudder forcefully in delightful orgasm, and he met her, stopping at the bottom of his down stroke to shudder in mutual orgasm, “RRAAAH!” She howled as he poured his essence into her, squirting, pulsing, splashing, deep in the center of her, two heartbeats, one self, for that eternal moment.
They rested and chatted for a while after that. After a second, quicker, and more energetic bout, feeling like their time together was drawing to a close, they talked about getting together again soon. Zach promised to call her the next day. Resting and holding hands before stirring further and breaking their closeness, they talked about anything and everything, and the subject of sexual fantasies came up, and specifically what each of them would like to do sexually that they hadn’t done yet.
Zach mentioned wanting to be part of a group of men making love to a woman. Also, he had never sucked milk out of a woman’s breast, and he was really looking forward to that likelihood on Mars. Khushi offered hers, which he gratefully accepted. He also mentioned being pissed on as maybe something he’d like, as he’d enjoyed the few times a woman had cum so hard she had literally emptied her whole bladder onto him, but maybe it was just that he liked nothing better than watching and feeling a woman orgasm. He had never been fucked in the ass. He felt it likely it would do nothing for him, though he liked some kinds of being dominated by a woman. He knew he had no interest in men. A man, a friend of his, had kissed him at a festival once, and afterward, he'd said and meant what he felt: it left him cold and it wasn't for him.
Khushi was sure she didn’t have any unfulfilled wishes. Zach was skeptical, and started to rattle off nasty stuff. She had done both kinds of threesomes and had wonderful times with that. She wasn’t interested in getting tied up. “Have you ever made love to a woman?” he asked.
“You mean just the two of us?” Khushi asked. “No.”
“Would you like to?” Zach pried.
Khushi thought for a long time. Finally she said, “Maybe.” She thought some more. “I don’t know.” Her mood seemed to be falling and getting more significant.
“Well,” Zach asked, “Have you ever been close to a woman and felt like making love to her?”
“You are a mind reader,” replied Khushi, looking away sharply. “I admit I often have had such feelings for women. Where I am from, there’s such a stigma; it is unthinkable. Perhaps I should strive harder to leave such backwards thinking on Earth, in India.”
“I think so,” said Zach. “You’re free. Be yourself. We’re not nationalities anymore. We’re not Earthlings any more. We’re becoming Martians, and what we stand for, Mars will stand for. Let’s try not to bring stigma for certain kinds of love to that world.”
“I admit, I’ve had strong emotion, and I’ve always held back in fear. Now it’s too late, I suppose. And it’s not that I don’t like men. I think I like them both. I think I’m sexually attracted to people for who they are, and not their gender.”
“I know it’s not too late.”
Khushi scoffed.
“Now you’re clear, you’ve been suppressing this part of yourself, yeah?”
“Yes, some kind of last ditch regret now that I’m leaving Earth. I’m such a fool,” groaned Khushi. “Yes. I admit it. It’s time, well past time for me to say it, and admit it proudly, not just think it. I want to know how it feels to be with a woman. I ache to know how it feels, deep down, at least once.”
Zach thought. Maybe he was climbing out on a limb here. Yet he knew of two women who were suffering about this very same thing right now. Would it hurt for them to have a friendly talk? Yet he was a man, an oblivious one at that, who lacked the perspective to know anything about this. Then he thought, if it was right, it wouldn’t matter what he did, except perhaps some happiness would come sooner rather than later. If it was wrong, then no real harm done. He swallowed hard. “There’s a friend of mine you should really talk to about this.”
“A colleague of yours?”
“Yes. But please have the context of your conversation be not patient to doctor, but friends and crewmates. I don’t want to say more. Since I need to go pretty soon, perhaps we should see if she’s available to have dinner with you.”
“Okay. The look in your eye is cryptic. I’m intrigued,” Khushi smiled.
Zach called Ayana Dean. “Hey Ayana. Are you available for dinner?”
“I’m still thinking,” she replied.
“No, not with me. We have a crewmate, Khushi Gupta, who has just arrived from India. Unfortunately, I really need to be elsewhere this evening. I was wondering if you could take Khushi out to dinner and show her the town a bit in my place.”
“Getting a full schedule these days, eh?” Ayana said, good-naturedly teasing Zach.
“Fortunately for you, yes,” Zach emphasized. This was the extent of the hinting he was going to do.
“Okay,” said Ayana, “I can be available, yes.”
“Let me hand her the phone so that the two of you can arrange where to meet.”
The two spoke to each other with increasing animation. After Khushi hung up, she told Zach, “She’s going to pick me up from the lobby and take me to this club she knows in North Houston. Good for intimate conversations, she says.” Khushi looked excited and intrigued.
“Sounds perfect!” Zach enthused. Maybe he had done a good thing. He hoped he had done a good thing.
With that, Zach and Khushi dressed, kissed, and promised to meet again as soon as possible. This was Khushi’s fertile week, so it was important for her to get his cum kissing her cervix now as many times as possible. They kissed again, passionately, and he left her side reluctantly to get home, to Alexis’s home really, in time for dinner and to make love to Michaela, Charisse, and Alexis, who, knowing them, were probably all three vibrating with the need for a man by now. If he screwed this up again, the bros might get their wish, or worse, if anything was worse than little space half-bros.
(To be continued)
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Author's Note: In the theoretical future of 2043 predicted here, it has been determined that mild use of marijuana brownies are safe for pregnant and nursing mother and child. In the real present day, no such determination has yet been made.
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07: Saturday, July 11, 2043, 1400 hours CST: Aanya
Zach called Colleen. “Colonel, Doctor Ghosh’s transport has touched down and is taxiing.”
“Very well.”
“I’m thinking about something.”
“Very good. Carry on.” That was the end of that conversation.
Doctor Aanya Ghosh arrived in a military transport with a portable garden and supplies. She was a botanist from India. As he watched it taxi slowly to its parking spot, he texted Berte, "Looking forward to giving you more loving tomorrow. Ready?"
"Yes, but we have to find someplace else."
"We will. Gotta sign off again, love. More incoming xoxo. Love you sweetie pie."
"Love you more," Berte texted back.
He called Colby, "Still well handled?"
"We can't yet, lover. Soon! Give me another day or two. Please stop begging me."
"I know you love it."
"Okay, maybe tomorrow. Don't get your hopes up."
"I won't. Love you bye."
"Love you bye."
He texted Khushi, "Enjoyed lunch immensely."
"Me too," she replied.
“It was wonderful to hear that you and Ayana had hit it off.”
“Thank you again from both of us.”
"Regarding making the baby. We should get together tomorrow to make more sure."
"Sounds wonderful."
"I'll call or text you when I know when."
"Fair enough."
"Love."
"Love."
Doctor Aanya Ghosh still wasn't coming out of the transport, so Zach walked up the ramp to greet her. She was fussing with pallets of equipment. He could see that she was tiny and well proportioned with nice round tits. He mused how his thoughts regarding coworkers had changed so dramatically in the past few days, starting with that fateful meeting with Colleen.
“Doctor Ghosh, it’s a pleasure meeting you,” Zach began.
“Who are you?” she snapped, not looking up from her work.
“Why, I’m Doctor Zachary Carson, your new crewmate. Is everything okay?”
“Certainly not. Some of the contents of these pallets have shifted in flight.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I doubt it.”
“Well... then... I guess... here’s my card. Call me if I can be of any use, any at all.” Zach set his business card down next to her and began to walk back down the ramp.
“Wait.”
Zach retraced his steps. “Did you think of something?”
Head still stuck in a pallet, she grumbled, “They said you’re a good role model, have good genetic material.”
“I’m flattered. Have good genetic material, will travel.”
“They said you want to be a father, raise children.”
“True.”
“I want children.”
“That’s wonderful.” There was a long silence while Aanya fussed with the pallet. Apparently, she was expecting Zach to say something. The problem was, he was reluctant. This woman had not even turned around to greet him. He got that she was concerned for her pallets. That might explain her brusqueness. He should take his leave. “When you’d like to discuss that matter more, I’m available.”
“No, you can help me. It’s urgent.”
He came closer and stood next to her. “How can I help?”
“I suppose these will have to wait.” She turned to face him. She was a stunning creature. Exotic. Such tight round breasts evident, even in coveralls. She looked impatient. “You’ll have a child with me?” she asked brusquely.
Zach wasn’t sure how to answer. He knew that Doctor Ghosh was one of the world’s most brilliant botanists. She was also red hot sexy in a completely unconscious way that made it even more sexy. She made gardening coveralls look like a type of lingerie. She looked five years younger than him rather than two years older as her file had informed him. “You seem upset about your pallets. I’m happy to stand by while you get that matter resolved. Then we can talk.”
Doctor Ghosh looked at Zach like he was a errant child. “Unfortunately, I’m on a tight schedule.” She impatiently unzipped and whipped off her coveralls. Underneath, she wore a white sleeveless t-shirt, bra, and panties. “I’m ovulating right now.” She yanked down and stepped out of her panties, showing him a nice little unruly tuft. She turned away from him again and braced herself against the pallet. “I’m ready. We’ll discuss the details later.” Holy fuck! Her tight round ass was eroding both his sanity and his will to resist. Oh, Aanya. He didn't care that she was apparently not very personable. Like she said, they could discuss the details later. She was offering herself right here, right now. He was in lust.
His cock sprang to increasingly uncomfortable life in his pants. Despite her apparent lack of concern for anything but her pallets, hers was clearly an open invitation, and her body was luscious to him in that exotic way he found impossible to resist. He dropped to his knees behind her in worship. Surely he could at least have a taste. As he leaned in, he caught her scent. Spicy, in a hot peppers kind of way. Her ass was a little dirty. It had been a long flight and she’d probably had to go during. No matter, it didn’t put him off. He buried his nose in her fragrant ass and gave her puss a good taste. She jumped.
“What... are you doing?” Aanya blurted in genuine confusion.
Zach sat back on his haunches. “I’m preparing. Have you never had sex before?”
“Certainly I have,” she said defensively, “a couple of times.”
“A couple of times, as in two whole times?”
“Yes.”
“Did you experience pleasure?”
“Of course. Well. Okay. Actually I didn’t.”
“What were the circumstances?”
“It was years ago, in university. It was my academic adviser, both times. I needed to get into a particular class to graduate, you understand.”
“Doctor Ghosh, that’s not sex, that’s rape you experienced. A man used his position of power and your vulnerable circumstances to violate your body and abuse you.”
Zach sat transfixed as the seconds ticked by. Aanya, still facing away from him and braced against the pallet, carelessly tormented him with an exquisite view of her tight slot and mildly soiled anus. The devils in his head were cursing him forcefully for rocking the boat and were shrilly urging him to have her as offered and beg forgiveness later if need be.
Even this torment would never tear him out of what he cared about, though, what he stood for. Even so, he didn’t know what to do and just knelt there on the deck and let her have her moment. She started sniffling. She turned around and looked down at him. Tears were streaming out of her eyes. “Now that you put it that way, I suppose you have a point. I did get my class, though. But it felt wrong, like a violation, like you said. It hurt the first time. The second time, I was so afraid it would hurt that it was almost worse. I’ve never told anybody.”
Zach approached her on his knees and held her to him gently. On his knees like this, the top of his head came to just under her chin. He heard her heartbeat. “I feel terrible you had to go through that,” he said. He felt her relax into him. Tears were streaming out of his eyes. Even so, he worried that he was making her uncomfortable. He was acutely aware that she was bare from the waist down. He was so close to delight. It didn’t seem like she had noticed.
“It was years ago,” she groaned, still obviously in tears. “This is different. I want this. The violation part, I mean. It’s a necessary part, you know, for this.”
Zach felt another sting for the damage the rapes caused in her life. He backed off and stood up, now towering over her. He said soothingly, professionally, “There is artificial insemination, you know. You don’t need to let a man inside you to have a child anymore. It’s quite reliable nowadays. You can have what you want in your life regardless. You have a choice.” He looked down and could see her face twisted in anguish. Wow, he was only making it worse, maybe, more fool he. What a situation! “Don’t get me wrong. I would be honored to be your lover. I’m just making the point that you’re not trapped anymore. The baby you want is not the class you want, and I am not your academic adviser.”
“You remind me of my father,” Aanya observed quietly. “That’s the kind of thing he would say to me.”
“Thank you,” Zach said, making an effort to keep his eyes up. “I want to apologize for touching you… intimately… before I was aware of your situation. I misunderstood.”
“No, don’t apologize. Of course you misunderstood. I apologize for presenting my private parts to you. I’m a disgusting whore,” she sobbed. Now Aanya was really crying, “and I’ve abused and dishonored you, a kind, gentle man. I’ve ruined everything.” Her face twisted and she burst out with more tears.
Zach approached and held Aanya apart from him a bit, a bit more of a professional distance so that he could look her directly in the face.He wasn't feeling very professional, though. Tears were streaming down both their faces. “Aanya, listen to me. You are not disgusting. You are not what you said; I’m not going to repeat it. You have not hurt me. I’m crying because it upsets me to see that you’ve been badly hurt. I know I’m a physician, and I deal with hurt people all the time; I’m not in that role right now. You haven’t dishonored anything. You haven’t ruined anything. Look, can we go somewhere and talk? Or after you attend to your pallets…” He broke eye contact and looked down, and couldn’t help but catch an electric glimpse of her black tuft, her petite naked bronze hips. He shut his eyes. Jesus Christ he was going insane.
“Fuck the pallets!” Aanya screamed.
Zach drove Aanya to the Houston Arboretum and they walked around the lake, sat, and talked. She was very much in her element, and saw interesting things, and pointed them out to him, because she was an educator. He had hoped this place would be a refuge for her, and it appeared to be. She knew everything here, and she was surrounded by what she loved. As she gained comfort and strength, the conversation naturally came to what had happened. They spoke about her sexual history, such as it was. He found out that she’d never masturbated, and that she’d never experienced an orgasm.
Despite this, Aanya was an avid reader of romance novels. She liked the idea that things could work out this way, that there could be intimacy closer than friendship, including romantic physical intimacy. The idea did interest and even excite her. It was a connection she’d seen modeled by her parents, who seemed always in each other’s arms according to her. She figured it was unusual. The details were never discussed in her family. By all indications, including her six brothers and sisters, some seemingly happily married with children of their own, physical intimacy worked between her parents. In the meantime, Aanya had thrown herself into her work, and Zach could see she was a workaholic. She used her work to distract herself from and avoid having to face the violence she’d suffered and her emotional life in general.
This conversation had brought them very close. “I’m ready to try to have what I want,” Aanya declared, “I want what my parents had, and my older sister, and what all those books were pointing to, which I know the books are all made up, but the feeling of it, you know. If you’re saying I could have it, I want to try to have it.”
“You can have it!” insisted Zach. “Absolutely, you can have it.”
“You’re the only man since my father I’ve ever felt truly safe with, Zachary. Either men hated me or were jealous of me or worse yet, indifferent. Or they wanted to rape me. No man other than my father ever cared about me as much as you cared about me in that plane. Your first instinct was to care for me. That’s one quality I admire in my own father. That’s the kind of man I want as the father of my child. That’s the kind of man I’ve always wanted to be with, but thought I never could.”
They were sitting on a bench near the lake at the moment, and Zach leaned over and kissed Aanya gently on the lips. She didn’t back away. He kissed her some more. When it got to the point where they were touching tongues and things, she backed away, and said, “I feel dizzy.”
“Good dizzy or bad dizzy?”
“Good dizzy,” she answered and smiled. “I should get back to work.”
“Dizzy like in the romance novels?”
“Maybe there’s something to those crazy things,” Aanya said, and Zach started kissing her again. Soon they were tongue wrestling. That happened for a while, for a long while, and she broke the kisses again. “I think I’m feeling it,” she proclaimed.
“I think we can make it work,” Zach began, “and I have a concern. In your world, I want to point out, you’ll be going from zero to a very sophisticated relationship. Our other crewmates, not universally, but for the most part, have had the chance to work out in their lives how they feel about romantic intimacy and what works and doesn’t work for them. I’m not talking about the physical part. I’m talking about the emotional part, like jealousy and exclusivity, about how to fight fair; oh, there are so many things.”
“I’m ready,” she insisted. “Do you think I was born yesterday? Do you think I didn’t see how they fought over you, how they jockeyed for position? And my attitude was, as usual, I can wait my turn. But I was intrigued, I’ll admit it. Then the reports started rolling in. First the suggestive message from Alexis and Charisse, which was not off-putting, but I was indifferent. Then Colby said you really turned out to be the man of her dreams, like she always knew. Still I said to myself, she was in love with him already, of course she would say that.”
“Then came the video Alexis took of you fucking Charisse. The amount of pleasure she was feeling was almost frightening. I knew this was nothing like what I’d experienced. It was overwhelming. And then the message from Colleen taking down the video and saying tone it down, girls, this was not a porn site, but we had all watched it and commented on it already anyway.” Aanya noticed that Zach’s expression had changed from interest to concern.
Zach had known that the women had been speaking to each other in a back channel, and probably even trading salacious comments, but he’d never imagined this. “All I want to know is does any of it disturb you, make you fearful?” he asked.
“I read all the reviews. They mattered more to me. Berte was very reluctant beforehand even though we were all encouraging her. After her evening with you, Berte said you touched her soul. She said she was in love, and she never thought she would get to be in love. It was so moving. But I scoffed at it and never really believed it could apply to me any more than the romance novels. When you appeared on the plane and interrupted me, I was afraid. I wanted to deny you and your power over women as I’d been denied. I wanted to use you like I’d been used. But you wouldn’t let me.”
“And the video didn’t disturb you? You’d said you felt overwhelmed.”
“I was disturbed at first, but then I realized that her screams were not screams of pain, and that she was begging you, begging you to do that to her, begging for it, the nasty slut. But now I also know from Berte’s post that you can be gentle, are gentle. Alexis explained to me that Charisse wanted it, whatever, this way. I don’t pretend to understand it.”
“Do you think less of Charisse for wanting this kind of intimacy?”
“I’m sorry, that was my parents talking for a moment. I’m not the moral police, nor do I want to be. Actually, can I tell you something?”
“Of course, anything.”
“I think I got excited. I started to sweat when I saw it. It was not what I wanted, but it had such intensity! My stomach fell out from under me. And then later, I saw that I’d wet myself, not that I felt myself pee at all, I was just wet. And there was this thrill of excitement, in my abdomen. I’m feeling it now, sitting next to you.”
Zach kissed her again. They lashed tongues for a while, then he stopped and said, “When I want to be with a woman, it’s because I’m excited, and also, I want to know her better, I want to explore her, how she feels in my hands, but also how she thinks and her feelings, what she cares about.”
“So you want to be with me?” Aanya asked hopefully.
“Yes.”
“What do we do then?”
“Are you sure…”
In a fit of frustration, Aanya put one of her tiny hands over Zach’s big mouth to stop him. “Stop arguing before I lose my nerve!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He called the hotel and made reservations, and also dinner reservations. He texted Alexis, “Missing dinner. May be late or absent again.”
“What another virgin?” Alexis texted back.
“Even more tricky,” Zach responded.
Alexis immediately texted back, “Let’s be honest. Are we smothering you?”
Zach texted back, while Aanya waited impatiently, “Not at all. I love sleeping with all three of you. It’s like a dream life, seriously. I hope that we can keep it up on Mars and you won’t all drift away as more men become available.”
Alexis texted, “If you keep pulling shit like this, you know we will.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll keep you posted.” Zach knew Alexis was just upset. He knew she knew it really was important.
Zach drove Aanya back to the plane. She fussed with her pallets for another half hour until she was mostly satisfied. She called the transport people and told them the cargo could now be unloaded and stored where instructed. They grabbed her overnight stuff, drove to the Hilton, and checked in. Zach had a thought, and asked, “Can we have some plants put in her room?”
“This room doesn’t come with plants, sir, but there is the garden suite.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It’s very exclusive. The common area includes a private solarium filled with all kinds of plants, see?” he showed them a picture.
“She’ll take it. Bill it to me, as usual. Thank you.”
As they sat on the couch in the solarium. Aanya said, “This is very arranged, but it’s nice, I like it.” Zach began kissing her. They got to the point of wrestling tongues again pretty quickly. As they were kissing, he ran his hands over her body, and she didn’t seem uncomfortable about that. He felt her nice, round breasts and ass through her clothing.
Aanya pressed and squirmed against Zach’s body and hands as they kissed, obviously getting excited. He was getting excited, too, and not just by her sexy body. People were always so blasé about kissing after junior high school or so. This was like taking a kid to Disneyland, if that wasn’t too creepy an analogy, he thought. The point being, you’re enjoying it a lot more because they’re enjoying this new experience so much.
Zach whispered into her ear, “Stop me if you get scared or uncomfortable, okay?”
Aanya said, “How could I stop you if…? Or if you can’t… ? I mean, I don’t know what I mean…”
Zach stopped, thought, and realized that this was a woman who appropriately had great fear around matters of consent. Specific was great, though. He looked her in the eyes. “People have the ability to stop themselves at any point during sex. It’s all very dramatic for people to say something like, ‘oh I’m so close I can’t stop myself,’ but that’s never really true. Also, good lovemaking requires clear communication, especially about when to stop, so I’m glad you brought this up. How about if you want to stop the action, say ‘red,’ or if you have something in your mouth, shake your head.”
“Why would I have something in my mouth?” she asked, a little frightened.
“It happens during sex, believe me,” Zach assured her, trying to think of an explanation that would not frighten her more. “Okay, for example, say we are kissing, like we just were, and my tongue is in your mouth. Say I’m also stepping on your foot by accident and it’s hurting. You can shake your head to let me know to stop kissing you so you can tell me I’m stepping on your foot and it’s hurting. Does it make sense now?”
“Yes it does.”
“If you want to go slow, or something is worrying you and you want to pause and discuss it, say ‘yellow.’”
“Okay. How about if I want more of something?”
Zach smiled, “Just tell me you like it.”
“What do you mean? There should be a code word for it.”
Zach laughed. Now she was just playing with him. “If there was a code word for everything in sex, it would get way too complicated.”
“Well I’m going to say ‘green!’ It’s obviously what should be said.”
“Now that you mention it, I suppose it is. Are you now prepared to give or withdraw consent during lovemaking?”
“GREEN.” And with that, they kissed again for a while. It didn’t take Zach much tongue lashing to get Aanya up to the point where she was writhing and jumping out of her skin with sexual energy. He kissed her ear and her neck, but she was too jumpy for that kind of treatment. He started undressing her as he kissed her, and he unzipped her coveralls to the waist and removed her bra, and kept kissing her and touching her breasts and gently tweaking her nipples.
Aanya’s tits were round firm bubbles, and though only a bit big for such a petite girl, they just begged to be sucked, with firm ample dark brown nipples. Zach stopped kissing her, and gave each of her breasts a good experimental suck, “GREEN! Oh! GREEN!” Then he settled down on one and started enjoying it in earnest. “Is this what a nursing baby feels like?” she gasped.
Zach stopped sucking, “Is that a rhetorical question?”
“No, it’s a real question.”
“Yes, but harder, and they do it better.”
“How do the women stand it?”
“I’m not sure what you mean by ‘stand it.’ Do you mean without having an orgasm? Some women say they’re able to have an orgasm from their baby nursing.”
“Are you going to give me an orgasm that way?”
“Do you want to try?”
“GREEN.”
Zach sucked, and felt Aanya’s body as he did. He felt around on her body, but she was too jumpy for that except her back, so he rubbed her back as he sucked on one breast for a while and then the other. He stuck a couple of fingers in her mouth. The first time she spat them out. The second time, she was more playful and sucked on them really hard.
After that, Zach started undressing Aanya again, getting on his knees in front of her and kissing her gently on more skin as it was exposed. She let him undress her the rest of the way, smiling at him and jumping a little if he kissed a spot that was a too ticklish. She was wet, and he was immediately jerked back in time to relive when he first smelled her and tasted her on the plane. “You have a cute little tuft,” he thrilled.
“What?”
“This,” he admired, running his fingers gently across her pubic hair.
“How could that tangled mess of curly hair be cute?”
“It does something to my brain. I can’t describe it.”
“I always thought it was ugly. I guess I’ll keep it.”
“Up to you. I think it’s cute. Some other men may prefer to get a better look at this,” Zach stroked the top of her inner lips and her clit with his thumb.
“Mmm,” Aanya muttered. Zach, sitting at her feet, kept gently stroking her clit. She was responding, kind of relaxing rhythmically into his thumb. He pulled her legs gently apart and started licking her with a soft tongue from urethra to clit, stretching the hood a bit, and then back to urethra. Her legs jerked in surprise, and she cried out, “Oh! Huh...” Her legs stayed tense. Clearly this was very exciting for her. Her breathing was irregular. Her body was tensing, tensing, tensing, then she jerked powerfully, “EEEEEAAH! HUH! HUH!” she wailed. She’d had an orgasm. As she recovered, her hands immediately grabbed the back of his head “Green! Fucking GREEN!”
“You liked that, huh?”
“Was that an orgasm?”
“Yes.”
“Wow... you’re still fully dressed.”
“I am. Would you like me to undress?”
“Yes. And then I’d like you to have an orgasm. Using me. I don’t want to be so much the center of attention.” Zach undressed and laid his clothes on a nearby chair. “Red… uh… yellow. I really like you,” Aanya said sadly, “but I don’t see how that could ever fit in me.”
“But you’ve had a penis in you before.”
“Yeah, but yours is a lot bigger.”
“Well, thank you, I guess? I’ve had to go slow with a few of the women I’ve been with, but I assure you, I’ve never had a situation where it didn’t fit. We can go as slow as you need. Also, the more prepared you are, the better, so let’s prepare you more.”
“That sounds like fun,” Aanya said a little reluctantly. They moved off the couch to the nearby bed, but then they missed their garden, so Zach pulled the couch out of the way and pulled the bed over to into the solarium. Then, he lay down on the bed and said, “Do you want to play with my penis with your hands, maybe?”
He gave Aanya the bottle of lube and had her sit reverse cowgirl on his face so he could lick her. She started strong, with her lubed-up hands tantalizing his penis surprisingly well for a complete neophyte. Pretty soon, though, she lost track of space and time and just held onto his cock for dear life with both hands.
She squeaked her way through another orgasm and then announced in amazement, “I had another!”
“Yes, some women can have more than one.”
Then Aanya was off and running. She continued to buck uncontrollably on his mouth, emitting a series of squeaks, guttural moans, and the word “green” every minute or two.
After a while, Aanya was a bit out of her mind. She emitted a final loud shriek and fell off Zach’s face with a whole-body shudder. She was done being tongue-teased. He got between her legs and, after lubing up his cock, began to thrust into her. She roused and grabbed at him, and as he continued, she yelped, “Fit it. Fit it! Oh! Green. Greeeeeen. Oh I can’t believe it hurts so good, KEEP GOING! green.” He was rocking in and out of her about halfway by then. “You feel like you really want to push it all into me…” she teased.
“Of course I do,” Zach replied, “But I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me a little – OOOoooh!” Three quarters. Zach started pumping and tapping the back of Aanya’s vagina. She felt so sweet and tight.
“You okay?”
“Green,” Aanya croaked, and then “hNNNNN!” as she came hard on his cock with a wet twist.
Zach was so glad that the girls regularly and thoroughly drained him, because Aanya was a wild sweet ride and he wanted to last at least a few more minutes in her the first time. He slowed down and tapped slightly harder.
Aanya’s response was to cum again, “UUUHNNNUH!”
“Are you having fun?” Zach asked.
“GREEN!” Aanya screeched fiercely, her lips drawn back, her teeth clenched in a fierce grimace. “NNNNUUUHHHHH!”
Zach felt his cum boiling up in him. He was going in about as far as he could into Aanya with her legs positioned down and apart as they were. He put her legs up, and she was limber, so he put her legs up on his shoulders and put an extra inch into her twisted-up pussy. “UUUUUHAAAGH!” she cried wetly in a nice shaking cum.
Zach came, “RRRAAAA!!” and squirted so satisfyingly into her. It was as if she could feel it, because even though she just came, she moaned and her legs shook, her face twisted in sweaty ecstasy. Then they relaxed into each other. He rolled them onto their sides to rest.
Aanya’s face was transformed. It was relaxed, confident, and lustful. After a minute of catching their breaths, a smile bubbled up on her face and she laughed this musical laugh. “What’s up?” asked Zach.
“I don’t know, I just feel so wonderful!” Aanya answered.
“I love your face,” Zach related quietly. “I love your firm round tits and firm round ass. You are five miles of screaming silky ecstasy, Doctor Ghosh.”
“I thought you were killing me,” Aanya told him. “I thought I was dying of pleasure, that my body couldn’t contain it, and then I would hear a sound of screaming and realize it was me. And I was trying to tell you green so you would not stop, but I couldn’t form the words.”
“So you liked it?”
“GREEN!” At this, Zach flipped a whooping Aanya onto her back and began to thrust his cock deep into her again, their juices flying everywhere. “What are you doing??” she cried in surprise.
“You said green; I thought you wanted more,” Zach explained, pausing.
“Can you do that? Keep going?”
“After a minute or so, sure, unless I’ve cum several times.” Zach replied. After that, Aanya lost track and started cumming regularly as before. He enjoyed his pleasure on her. He felt her breasts for a while. Then he grabbed her by both ass cheeks and really plunged down into her, resting his body on the headboard, and stuck a finger in her ass as he did it. Then he tried her in some other positions. He flipped her onto her side while continuing to move in her, and then onto her hands and knees so he was copulating with her doggy style. She stopped cumming, so he switched her back onto her side, and she enjoyed that more. As she started cumming again, he quickened his pace and came with her again.
After that, they got dressed for dinner and had a wonderful meal together. Aanya looked great in a dress, and, unusual for her, felt like putting some makeup on, which also looked nice. Zach had their waiter take a photo of them. He sent a copy to her phone. “I’m not sure I’ve ever looked this happy since I was a child,” she told him. She sent a copy to her parents and to the group chat she shared with her female crewmates.
Zach asked Aanya, “What would you like to do after dinner?”
“Well, exciting as it was, I’m feeling like that was enough lovemaking for me for the day. That was a lot. And I’m probably pregnant. I can almost feel it.”
“Let’s stay together. I don’t want to leave you alone, since you’ve gone through something big today I think.”
“I have, but I know you have obligations to other women, other crewmates. I don’t feel good that they have to miss out because you had problems with me.”
“You were no problem!” Zach told Aanya sternly. “And this your first time making love. That's seismic. That's your time. Believe me, all your crewmates would agree with me. Take your time. Do what's right for you. It's a night for you to be selfish. And plus you’re ovulating around now, so you if you want to get pregnant, my little guys have to get out out of my balls all the way up into your fallopian tubes somehow, and they need our help.”
“Well, I want to stay with you, especially to have you inseminate me again in the morning when you’ll probably have built up a lot of semen overnight.”
“No doubt. Good thinking. Lets!”
“But still… hang on… I have an idea.” Aanya started madly texting on her phone. After a minute, she nodded, “Okay, it’s arranged.”
“What’s arranged?”
“We’re going to Alexis’s place.”
“Yes, ma’am!” So Aanya and Zach packed up and went to Alexis’s place.
When they arrived, Michaela, Alexis, and Charisse, all three naked and newly shaved, pounced on Zach in the entryway as Aanya looked on in fascination. As the three took turns desperately riding him to their first climaxes of the evening right there on the entryway rug to take the edge off, Aanya stood in the corner and trembled with the intensity of the lustful sexual energy pouring from the four and washing over her like ocean waves in a storm. As one sat on his dick, another would grind on his face, and the third would guide his fingers to her pussy or asshole to pump, tickle, and squirm.
The three women eventually noticed that Aanya was cowering in the corner. It was Alexis who broke the ice, “He’s got a free hand, you know. Jump on!”
Zach told her, “You don’t have to do anything you’re not commmMMMF!”
“Get back to work!” Charisse scolded Zach sternly, sitting more firmly down in his face with a mischievous smile, and then to Aanya, “I can tell Michaela’s ready to pop. When we switch, you can have his face, if you’d prefer."
“Or we could even… aaah… give her a turn… aaah… on his cock…” suggested Michaela.
“No that’s okay,” Aanya replied, pressed into the corner of the entryway just outside the sweep of the furious action, sweating, blushing, and trembling, one hand over her mouth, the other over her crotch, even though she was fully clothed as she was at dinner in a skirt, blouse, heels, and underthings. “I just had him… before dinner.”
“How was it honey?” pressed Alexis as she undulated on three of Zach’s fingers. “Did he press you into the bed, spread you wide, thrust straight down into you, and blast his cum straight into your tight little open womb?”
Aanya just crossed her legs and trembled in response, watching the three.
“Oh, Zach’s trembling, girls!” crowed Alexis, and then to Aanya, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Oh. OH! He just shot in me,” groaned Michaela, stopping.
“Alexis!” Charisse scolded. “Now I’ll have to wait until he’s ready to go again.”
“Well, he’s still hard,” reported Michaela helpfully, standing up. A strand of cum stretched from her quim to the tip of Zach’s dick and then broke and fell on his leg. She turned to Aanya. “Mmm. You drained him pretty good,” she commented.
Swiftly, Charisse shifted from Zach’s gasping mouth and speared herself on his cock. “Oh yeah oh GOD?” she whimpered in a rising note as used her body weight to force her tight wet cunt down and down his rod to the hilt. “Mmmm!” Then bounce, bounce, bounce, commenced, Charisse’s mouth opened, and she began her her song with each thrust down on him, “ah, ah, ah, ahh…”
Aanya remembered Charisse’s sound from the video. She hadn’t been intending to do anything in front of these women other than watch them. Now, the need to feel another orgasm was burning up her loins. She thought about going off to another room to satisfy herself, but she didn’t feel confident she knew how. She was mortified at the thought of rutting with Zach in front of these women, riding his face… “Fuck it!” she whimpered, pulling her panties down to her shaking ankles, shuffling over, and sitting down gently but frantically, humiliated, on his face. Zach squirmed and fairly raped her with his tongue and lips as her frantically excited smell and taste hit him and her hips immediately began shaking, bucking, and thrilling.
“All yours, sweetie,” Alexis purred as Zach’s fingers hammered her excitedly. Then Alexis grunted and deposited a thick dollop of girl cum that trickled into the palm of Zach’s hand. She lifted Aanya’s skirt as the newcomer shuddered on Zach’s mouth, lost in a different world, nearing orgasm. “Oh, look at this cute fluffy muff, girls!”
“Leave her alone, Alexis,” scolded Charisse as she rested momentarily after her cum. “Can’t you see she’s shy?”
“Are you shy, petruchka?” Michaela asked.
“AAAAhhhNNN!” Aanya grimaced and growled in a wet and resoundingly ultimate response, shuddering on Zach’s suckling lips, her delicious caramel skin glowing, tears popping from her eyes and streaming down her face. As soon as she stopped shuddering, she jumped up from a gasping Zach and ran out of the room without a word.
About half an hour later, when Zach's housemates were happily resting in the front hall with the edge taken off them, he rose and sought out Aanya to make sure she was okay. He found she had locked herself into the second floor guest bathroom. He sat against the door and asked, “Are you okay?”
Aanya replied, “I can’t believe I did that.”
“How did it feel?”
“When Alexis… exposed… me to the other two, when I saw their smiles when they saw my… uh… privates, I orgasmed. I don't want to be a lesbian, Zach!”
“Aanya, it doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. Maybe you just like to be watched or exposed. Maybe you’re just overwhelmed by all the new things. Would you open the door so I can hug you?” She opened the door, and Zach hugged and kissed her, and she calmed down.
After this, the five of them each had a marijuana brownie, considered safe during pregnancy as long as it was not overdone, and talked. The women understood Aanya’s overwhelm once they learned she’d only had her first climax earlier that day. Tipsy and more relaxed after her brownie, Aanya shared with them that she’d wanted to be more private, but she didn’t know how to give herself an orgasm, and she’d been so desperate, she’d done her thing on Zach’s mouth in front of them, and then was more horrified by her wanton behavior when she was excited by having her private area exposed by Alexis to the other girls.
The five of them agreed that Aanya should learn how to masturbate. After more discussion, it was agreed that Michaela would teach her. Michaela fetched a little stand-up mirror so that Aanya could see her vulva in the mirror and learn about it. Aanya had never looked at her vulva before. The brownie took the edge off, so she didn’t feel so embarrassed exposing herself to the group, all of whom were praising how pretty a vulva she had. It really was a very nice one. First, she learned about all the parts and their names from Michaela.
Below her wild little muff, just big enough to grab firmly or nuzzle, was her lovely little vulva. Aanya’s coloring got darker leading up to her outer lips, which were a dark, dark brown. With her legs spread so that she could see in the mirror, her inner lips were excited and spread, much lighter in coloration than her outer lips, and then the visible parts of her pussy hole with her urethra were all pink. Her parts were looking just slightly angry from all the new attention they’d gotten that day, but Aanya insisted it felt fine.
Michaela got her some lube, even though she was wet, because she wanted to teach Aanya that lube always helps and shouldn’t be skimped on. Then she sat across from Aanya and showed her on herself some techniques that often felt good to women. Aanya reported that many of them felt quite good to her. Charisse and Alexis got excited watching this exchange and asked to join in and masturbate with them. Aanya was feeling okay about this closeness now that she had spent some time working with Michaela and eating the brownie, and so then there were four women masturbating together, sighing, and occasionally comparing notes. Finally, Zach asked sheepishly if he could join, because watching four women cheerily pleasure themselves in front of him was driving him crazy with lust. Aanya was fine with it, both because of comfort with him and also curiosity and lust for seeing how he would masturbate himself.
So the five sat on the living room carpet and masturbated together, Aanya with her little mirror and gently tickling her clit with a lot of lube, her gaze shifting back and forth between her mirror and Zach. Michaela had two fingers in herself now and was jerking upwards, stroking her g-spot. She was close to her crisis and had her eyes closed in concentration, brow furrowed. Charisse had one index finger in her puss and the other flicking pretty forcefully directly upwards on her clit. She was looking around the group generally, but was mostly focused on Zach. Alexis was rapidly and energetically stroking across her entire clitoral hood area, swearing softly to herself, having mini-cums constantly where she would lift her ass off the floor and shut her eyes momentarily, but otherwise was making eye contact with whomever was looking around at the moment, often Zach. Zach had hold of his penis dry and was jerking the skin of his penis back and forth rapidly around its most sensitive part, near the middle. He was doing this almost reflexively as he maneuvered on his knees and took a good look at each of the women and how they were pleasuring themselves, shifting position as needed to get a really good look. He was hot and excited at getting to see the intimate details of how each of these lovely women were pleasuring themselves.
By the time each of the women brought themselves to a forceful denouement or two, Zach announced he was feeling pretty close, and where should he do it? Just into his hand? Alexis suggested to Aanya that Zach should squirt it into her mouth and on her face generally, since likely some would miss getting in her mouth. She told her there was nothing so exciting as to get a man’s essence right there where she talks and thinks. Aanya said okay, she would try it. Zach stood up and squirted a modest and wet load neatly into her mouth except for a bit that dribbled down her chin. Aanya, now with an open mouthful of cum, looked around at the women questioningly and then spat it into her hand. “What do I do with it?” she asked.
Alexis answered, “If it feels right, eat it. Otherwise, let me.”
Aanya put it back in her mouth as best she could manage and swallowed it. "Auuugh!" she grimaced, obviously unfamiliar with the taste. Her hand and chin were all wet with cum. Zach got her a towel from the nightstand.
After all that closeness, Aanya felt comfortable climbing naked into their big bed with them and cuddling down to sleep. The lights went out, and they kept chatting, being thankful for their newfound friendships with Aanya and closeness together, and commenting about how great Zach was and their love and lust for him, to which he could just reply that he was in love with them all and blushing at their compliments. Then the talk settled down and they went to sleep.
About midnight, after a couple of hours of uneventful sleep, the group was roused by Aanya’s surprised voice saying, “What are you doing?”
Zach’s sleepy horny voice replied, “I’m hard and I want you.”
Then Aanya saying, “But aaaah, you're so big, uhh, oh... greeeen....” as Zach started, and then softly, “huh, huh, huh…” as he excitedly took her. In just a few minutes, she climaxed excitedly with a shout of “AAAAhhhNNN!” and then there was fussing with a towel, and everybody drifted back to sleep.
Around one in the morning, Charisse’s rising notes began, “ah, ah, ah, ah!” and then a few minutes later, “eeee squeak!” as she reached the top of her range and came. Again, fussing with a towel, then silence.
Around two in the morning, Alexis yawned, “I’ve been waiting tiger – OOH it fills me up so good. Oh God. Oh yesss.” She got quieter after that except for her breath catching or whimpers from time to time. The rocking of the bed was not too disruptive either because it was a pretty hard bed. It was like being at sea, a bit of a choppy sea. When Zach was close, she cried, “Yes, fill me honey, oh yes, deep in me, yes, yes, uh huh fuck me! AAAHhhhh.” Then thirty seconds later came some fluffing with a towel and then silence.
Around three in the morning, Michaela muttered sleepily, “I thought God for once you overlook me oh God you are hard again you bastard wait OOF! you kill me you split me… uhhhh.” Rocking and quiet moans for a while, and then, “Finish, finish then, you amazing bastard, yes baste meAAH ohh I feel it warm…” Then shortly after, the fluffing of a towel was heard, then silence.
At seven in the morning, in the bright sunlight streaming through the window, the three other women watched Zach enjoying Aanya missionary style as she mentioned the color green repeatedly. She screeched her pleasure as he unloaded a huge, hot batch deep in her, straining into her forcefully opened cunny. The other three flinched sympathetically with Aanya when they saw him tense in her. They knew the feel of Zach’s first morning batch pumping and filling everywhere to bursting insistently, and these three especially craved it like bees crave nectar.
The three women were vibrating with lust after witnessing this. After giving the couple a few moments to rest and kiss, it was Charisse this morning who most urgently threw Zach onto his back and mounted his wet and still hard shaft for her morning ride.
Aanya staggered to the bathroom to shower as the three women in turn went urgently after Zach. They climaxed and then switched places especially rapidly this morning, infused with the lusty fervor engendered by the stunning Aanya sharing their bed and Zach’s clear, crushy, lusty attraction to her. Once the three women were finally satisfied, they all got dressed. Aanya had already called a cab and left to work on a Saturday, arguing she was already behind.
Zach spoke to his three daily mates. "It doesn't work for all the other women for me to spend every night with you three. Most nights I can do it. But I see I need one or two nights a week where I sleep elsewhere. To make up for it, I can spend dinner with you that night and lunch with you the next day after. But I need overnights for other women, we've seen that already. I propose we start with Monday nights and see how it goes."
"Oh, I know where this is headed," muttered Alexis, hands on hips.
"Alexis, don't be a bitch about this," interjected Charisse. "We know it's needed. You're just unhappy about it."
"I'm with Charisse," announced Michaela, "We see already how Zach comes home spent from forcing in all these fucks during daytime, and then useless. Better we give him outlet for needy women so he does not die."
So it was decided. Starting this coming Monday, Zach would not sleep overnight with the three on Mondays. Once the decision was made, Charisse left to help Aanya move into the greenhouse.
(To be continued)
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08: Sunday, July 12, 2043, 1200 hours CST: Colette
Zach sat on the king size bed in his new on-base quarters and spoke to Colleen on his phone. “It’s perfect, Colonel. Thanks very much for arranging this.”
“You’re welcome. I don’t want you going crazy with all the work you have. And I want a workout partner sometime soon.”
“Tomorrow, ma’am. We’ll meet and work out as we discussed at our last face-to-face. I’ll meet you at your office, 2100 hours sharp. I’m your doctor now, remember. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Very well. Carry on.”
It had that Spartan look military accommodations had, but the bed was a good one, especially for sex, which was its intended function from Zach’s perspective. The bed was in an unoccupied temporary building on base that had been partially fitted out to be a dorm. It had the king size bed and some other more standard furniture in a corner of the open area. The rest of the building was empty, except that a few dorm walls had been installed, and a couple of the bathrooms were finished and working.
There was a knock on the door, and Zach went to open it. It was Berte with a big smile on her face, looking down at his dick, which he felt was stirring just at the sight of her, and she could probably see that. She was also glancing at her phone and texting as usual. His phone pinged “Hello lover boy!” He ushered her in, shut the door, tipped her smiling face up with a finger, and tongue kissed her passionately.
They sat on the bed, texting each other. Zach texted, “I have a surprise for you this time.”
“What is it?” Berte texted.
Zach texted, “I know you like being held down and pressure, so I want to try holding you down more, okay? But it will involve holding down your arms as well, so you won’t be able to text.”
“Okay, I’ll try it,” Berte texted.
Zach put a thick firm pad next to the bed and had Berte lay tummy down on the bed and put her knees on the pad. He strapped her legs firmly to the side of the bed with a couple of wide leather straps. “Not too tight?” he texted.
“Feels good,” she texted. Zach lubed up a bullet vibe, gently inserted it into Berte’s cunny, and switched it on. She opened her mouth and made some noises of surprise and not discomfort.
Now Zach spoke, “I want to strap down your arms now, okay?”
“Yes,” Berte said. This was the first word Zach had heard her say since the hotel bathroom.
Zach used some wide leather cuffs to strap each of Berte’s arms to a far bedpost, immobilizing her further. As he did this, he could see that she was responding to the stimulation of the bullet vibe by straining against the arm and leg restraints. He opened a cabinet, pulled out radiological aprons, and piled them on her back. “Huh! Unh-unh-unh-UH!!” She strained and climaxed as the pressure on her back increased. By the time he had all the aprons piled on her, she was cumming again and again before she could catch her breath from the last one.
Zach got behind Berte and lubed up his cock and her vulva for good measure, leading her to scream in orgasm as he slathered her vulva. He slipped out the vibe, switched it off, threw it on the bed, and penetrated her hard, working his entire length into her in a few strokes as she gasped. He took his pleasure in her twisting young puss then, so sweet, while she came in a different way, more grunting and mewing, less whimpering than with the vibe, but still frequently, her muscular arms and legs shaking and straining against their bonds.
Zach silently thanked Michaela, Alexis, and Charisse for their overnight, because he was in the most excited, twitching, snappy bit of girl he had ever experienced, and by all rights he ought to be popping already, but he was able to hang on and pound and pound Berte as she strained, sweated, and mewed through countless climaxes. Finally, his cum was boiling up hard, and, realizing there hopefully would always be a next time, he plugged her hard and filled her with two and a half good spurts of thick baby juice. He actually heard her gurgle as she shook with a final intense orgasm.
Berte was limp as he unloaded the radiological aprons and unstrapped her. She fumbled for her phone, typed something, and then erased it. After Zach had finished releasing her, he sat next to her on the bed, texted her “What do you think?” and then set down the phone and played with her hair and ran his hand over her ass.
Berte replied via text, “I liked it,"
"but tying up people is supposed to be wrong,"
"so I feel a little wrong for liking it.”
Zach texted, “Good wrong or bad wrong?”
“I could get used to it if it gives you pleasure,” Berte texted.
“I like what gives you pleasure,” Zach texted. They parted ways without resolution, but with love, and Berte left with a smile on her face and a lot of semen inside her. He walked with her partway, since the hangar she was headed to was near his office. They walked serenely in silence and waved goodbye when they had to part.
When he got to his office, he gave Aanya a call. “I loved being with you yesterday and last night, and I was thinking about you. Okay, to be honest, I was worrying.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, fine. Charisse is helping me move in.”
“When people make a change this big in their lives, it’s predictable that fear will grab them sooner or later. I’m always available to you, and if you don’t want to talk to me, you can talk to Charisse, or Colleen, Colonel Bruno I mean. Promise me you’ll talk to someone.”
“Okay. I already am. I told Charisse that you would forget about me, and she told me she saw how you looked at me last night and was envious.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Kind of reassured, but then I started feeling like, although I’m willing to share you, I want you all to myself too, and ten other women are going to try to scratch my eyes out and climb over me to get to you first.”
“You know that’s not true, though, right?”
“It’s just a feeling. I know we’re all highly trained astronauts who will act like adults even under intense stress, blah, blah, blah.”
“You get first dibs until you’re feeling more comfortable. Do you want me today?”
“Please no. I have so much work to do, and I can barely walk.”
“Are you in pain?”
“Muscle pains, chafing, that sort of thing. I’ll survive. You are a worrier.”
“I’m your lover and your doctor, and we launch for our first dry run in three days. And, I need to see you, I mean we should see each other tomorrow for another try at, you know, making a baby.”
“I’m already pregnant. I know I am.”
“Aanya…”
“I have a lot of work.”
“I have a place we can meet on base now that’s a five minute walk from the greenhouse. If you really want to rush, half an hour, and you’re back at work.”
“That’s the problem. Once I see you, I won’t want to go back. Then all my plants will die and my work will be ruined. I’ll be reduced to being a bored housewife popping out babies. Pop. Pop. Pop.”
“I know you’re just playing with me now, but there’s a grain of actual concern to every expressed fear. Keep talking to Charisse. You’re going to be one of the first twelve people in human history to live out their lives on Mars, Aanya, and we need you every step of the way. I need you.”
“You’re a sweet talker. What I need is to get back to work now.”
“I need you to meet me tomorrow, on behalf of the child we want together. 1200 hours. Building 115 in the annex. Don’t be late.”
“Fine. Goodbye.”
Next, Zach called Colby. “Will you please meet me tomorrow?”
“How many women have you had sex with in the last 24 hours?”
“I love you, Colby. I honestly love you. I would do anything for you.”
“I appreciate that and I love you too. You don’t need to be worrying about me right now. I don’t ovulate for another week and a half or something. The point is I don’t want you killing yourself on my account. I knew you would be busy. I’m a grown woman. I’m not asking because I’m jealous. I’m asking because I care about you, you damn fool. Now answer the question.”
“Just five.”
“Just five? You’re killing yourself! How can that be pleasant? I know you want to please everybody, Zach, my Zachary. You’ll kill yourself to please everybody. You’ll hate your life. You need to talk to Colleen.”
“Miss Colby Lincoln, my sweet chocolate aperitif, my sex drive is not your sex drive. Not many women I’ve known know this about me, because they would probably be scared, but since you asked, here’s the truth. I need to cum once in the morning and once at night at the very least. Masturbating more than that takes the edge off better, but only so much of that helps. What really takes the edge off is a woman’s touch. If I’m in a monogamous relationship, and she’s not up to twice a day, I’ll masturbate as necessary to stay calm and happy, which is usually a lot.”
“I’m getting plenty right now, so I’m very calm. Even so, I wake up, you know, the three women who have the courage to sleep with me every night, and I do them in the middle of the night as well as before bed and in the morning. My body just wakes me up because they smell so wonderful and I have to have them. I know that sounds crazy to you. Now I’m missing you, specifically, Colby Lincoln. Isn’t that clear? I’ve been calling you every day. Will you not visit?”
“You are a maniac. Will you not take care of yourself? I’ve been waiting for the dry run, because I know something you don’t.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m going to be the day shift engineer, so we’ll be sleeping at the same time. You’ll get to wake me up in the middle of the night, Zachary Carson. Oh, I’m going to regret this. You’re gonna put me in a wheelchair.”
“Yay! I still want you tomorrow. I’ve been missing you, viscerally, seriously.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Okay, I give up.”
“Okay, tomorrow, 1500 hours, building 115 in the annex, don’t be late.”
“You had this all planned, didn’t you?” observed Colby. “I’ll be there.”
Zach returned to his new rooms at a 2:45 PM to clean up a bit in advance of Khushi’s arrival at 3 pm. He put away the bondage gear and the radiological aprons, changed the sheets, and showered himself.
Khushi knocked precisely at 3 PM, and he let her in. “Here, have this,” she said, handing him a plastic container with a pastry on wax paper in it. “It’s supposed to increase sperm production according to my mother.”
“That’s very sweet of you and your mother,” said Zach. He ate the whole thing. “Mmm. Very good. I guess you talk to her about everything?”
“From what little I said and she inferred, she jumped to the conclusion that I’m trying to snatch you away from the others by getting pregnant. I’m not bothering to correct her for the time being. This place is great! Lots of room to dance.” And at this, Khushi put on some music, different music than last time, and performed a striptease for Zach. This time she was wearing a severe olive green skirt, below the knee, no pantyhose, her legs being perfect, olive green pumps to match the skirt, a matching olive green blouse, and a little bow tie with dangles that had olive green and other colors in it. The olive green contrasted beautifully with the rich golden brown of her skin.
Underneath that, she was wearing a black undershirt and slip, and under that, she had a matching set of bright red lacy bra and panties. When she removed her bra this time, she held one boob out to him so that he could latch on and suckle it. She held it still while she undulated and danced the rest of her body. Then she switched him to the other boob. It was graceful, what she did, and Zach wished he could have watched it from a better vantage point.
He was seated on the bed by this time, and she stepped up and balanced on his legs, her red-lacy-thonged ass shimmying in his face. Then she stilled, bent in half, deftly pulled down her panties, and leaned back to kiss him on the lips with her vulva lips. He immediately kissed and licked her vulva, and she leaned back on his mouth as the music wrapped up.
Zach held Khushi to him, stood up, and set her gently on the bed. From behind, he lifted her, spread her, and lifted her clit up to his tongue, his nose tickling her anus. He held her there upside down for a while with his tongue and lips savoring her cunny. At the same time, she stroked his cock to hardness with one hand while balancing herself on the bed with the other.
He put her down, and she pushed him over and mounted him cowgirl style. She teased herself to luscious orgasm after luscious orgasm this way, as was her clear desire, until three quarters of an hour later, Zach said, “I’m getting close,” and rolled her over to finish. He grabbed her ass and cuddled close to her resting into her boobs, feeling her hot breath on his neck as he vigorously pounded and sprinted toward his climax in her. Then with a “RAAA!!” he tensed and squirted deep in her, sighed, and fell to the side to rest and enjoy their post coital bliss.
As they were still coupled, Zach asked about Ayana. Khushi said they were falling in love, she thought, romantic love. She had brought Ayana back to her hotel room that first evening and danced for her. They had made love and talked about everything all night long. Since then, they had been inseparable. Khushi said that everybody she knew would be horribly scandalized if they knew she was sleeping with a lesbian, and she would probably be disowned, so if he ever had occasion to speak to them, he shouldn't mention it.
At 6 PM, Zach drove up the driveway of a large mansion. A tall, pale woman with long brown hair and a plunging ankle-length black dress got in as a butler loaded her luggage into the trunk. He nearly got out to help, but it was done before he could get out of his seatbelt. Instead, he turned to her. “You are Doctor Colette Alexandre, I presume,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied, “and you must be Doctor Zachary Carson.” They shook hands and she smiled a cute little smile. Her brilliant deep green eyes stood out, struck him, and transfixed him. They made him take a moment just to look at the rest of her as well, knowing what was probably going to happen. She was a tall, graceful, slinky thin woman, though her breasts were good-sized for such a thin woman. Her face was quite beautiful and long, with a long, aquiline nose, intelligent eyebrows over those piercing green eyes, and a wide mouth currently bearing a cute grin. He could easily imagine those teeth gritted and lips pulled back in a snarl of ecstasy. With all these beautiful women having no doubt exquisite babies, he mused, in a few generations men would come to Mars just to see the women!
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was staring,” Zach stammered.
“That’s okay, so was I,” Colette grinned, putting a hand gently on his chest and feeling his muscular body a little.
It was then that Zachary noticed the ring. It was a gold ring on the wedding finger. Probably just a style thing, he thought. He asked, “Where to?”
She lowered her head and looked up at him seductively. “We need to talk.”
“Great,” said Zach, “It’s dinnertime, and I know a good restaurant.”
“Please,” she said.
They were seated immediately at Mercutio’s, even without a reservation. Zach breathed a sigh of relief. They made small talk as they waited for their food to arrive. Colette was a geologist, so she would be working with Alexis. He enthused that Alexis was a very good friend of his.
After their food arrived and they were left in privacy, Colette began to ask questions. “I heard from Colleen that you might be interested in having and raising a child with me?”
There was something detached about this woman. He could tell she was attracted to him, and he was definitely attracted to her, but there wasn’t that easy falling together and tuning in to each other that Zach was used to experiencing in similar situations. Even so, she was mesmerizing. “I’m at your service,” he said helplessly.
“I’d like that,” she said with a cryptic smile.
“Well,” Zach sighed with a little smirk, “That’s all settled. What next?”
Colette opened her purse, got out an envelope, and handed it to him.
“What’s this?” asked Zach.
“It’s a letter from my husband,” Colette said with a seductive smile.
“I noticed the ring,” Zach said. “I guess it wasn’t just a fashion statement.”
“No, it isn’t a fashion statement.”
“So you’re married?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going permanently to Mars?”
“Yes.”
“And you want to raise a child with me?”
“Yes.”
“And your husband is staying here?”
“Yes.”
Zach realized that maybe this was just a kind of sentimental completion thing. The poor guy wanted to implore him to take good care of her or something. Whatever helped this couple cope with what must be a difficult loss for them was okay by him. He opened the letter.
“Dear Doctor Carson,”
“I trust this letter finds you in very good health and in the charming presence of my wife Colette.”
“For many years, my wife and I have had an unusual relationship. We can’t be together even here on Earth for reasons I won’t bore you with at the moment. So instead, we’ve developed a kind of intimate relationship that works for us. We saw no reason to stop this relationship because of interplanetary distances provided we could find a compassionate man to act as an intermediary of sorts. Would you be that compassionate man? Would you make love to my wife for us?”
“If you accept our request, please use the enclosed public key and address to establish future secure communications with me at your earliest convenience.”
“My wife would not find welcome any sexual activity except as set forth explicitly in these or future instructions from me. We’ve established some ground rules, she and I, which will enhance her pleasure, I assure you.”
“1) She is not allowed to have any sexual partners other than you.”
“2) She is not allowed to orgasm unless you grant her request in advance; if you grant her request to orgasm, she must orgasm immediately.”
“3) She is not allowed to stimulate herself sexually in any way unless these rules or my instructions explicitly require it.”
“4) When she is off duty, she is required to follow any sexual command from you without question or delay as long as the command adheres to these rules and current or future instructions.”
“5) When she is off duty, she is required to either wear dresses or skirts without panties or to be nude from waist to knees at all times unless her living conditions require her to do otherwise for safety reasons as determined by you.”
“6) When she is off duty, you may undress and touch her in any way you see fit except touching her vaginal or anal areas.”
“7) When off duty, she is required upon request to pleasure you in any way you see fit except by using her vaginal or anal areas.”
“8) When off duty, she is required upon request to stand by and watch passively while you engage in sexual activity.”
“9) When off duty, she is required upon request to take your ejaculate down her throat, in her mouth to swallow, or anywhere on her body or clothing.”
“10) If she breaks a rule, the punishment is ten forceful stripes with a belt across her backside. These should be vigorous enough to take about a week to completely heal. She will fetch the belt and assume the position if she breaks a rule. If she does not, the punishment doubles. Sometimes she needs to be punished, so don’t feel bad if she breaks a rule. It probably just means that she wants to be punished.”
“Now, here are my specific instructions for this evening. Suffice it to say that my wife had a pretty rough night last night, so I’d like you to start with something basic and simple that is bound to please her and leave her wanting more from you.”
“I’d like you to take her to the Stark Hotel there in Houston. I’ve already rented a room in my wife’s name. I’m aware that you carry various medical supplies in the trunk of your car in case of emergencies. Please take with you any supplies you’d need to perform an enema.”
“When you arrive in the room, I would like you to ask my wife to strip for you and then give her three enemas in quick succession. Before you begin, I’d like you to insert the bullet vibrator she carries at all times into her vagina. If you need lube, she carries a supply of that, too. Set the bullet vibrator on setting three.”
“Pressurize her until she begs you to stop, satisfy yourself that she’s not lying, and then put in another 500 ml. Once she has accepted the extra amount, make her wait one minute before allowing her to release into the toilet. You may grant her mercy, that is to say, allow her to orgasm at any point she requests in this process, but I would encourage and advise you to make her wait until you allow her to release into the toilet. As I’ve specified, please repeat this process three times. After this, please shut off and remove the bullet vibrator. Have her clean it with her mouth, then in the sink. Have her tidy everything else as well.”
“After this, proceed to the bed, lubricate her sufficiently, and fuck her in the ass until you are satisfied. Although she enjoys the closeness of anal sex, she generally does not orgasm from it, so don’t feel bad if she doesn’t orgasm. She’s just not very sensitive to this kind of stimulation. This part is really about you two getting cozy and about her giving you a nice release. We will aim in all our encounters to show our infinite gratitude to you for your generous assistance.”
“This should conclude your first evening with her. She’ll report the results from the encounter to me after you have reviewed and approved them, and in time I will learn to use you with increasing effectiveness to make love to my wife.”
“Have Fun,”
“X.”
“Dang,” said Zach after he had finished reading the letter. “This is not what I expected.” Colette looked at him expectantly. He thought about this. Some of this behavior would border on breaking his oath to do no harm, an oath he took just as seriously in his personal life as he did in his professional life. That said, he was interested in helping her as he was all his crewmates, and he had to admit he was curious about where this would lead. It would hurt this couple to shut down something this clearly meaningful to them both, he expected. “You have a chance to start a whole new life for yourself on Mars, Colette. Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
Colette grabbed his hand, looked deep into his eyes with those mesmerizing bright green eyes of hers, and said, “With all my heart.”
“In that case,” said Zach, “I agree to this particular letter, but then I’m afraid we’ll have to see for the time being. I want to say I understand somewhat, and I respect your love for each other and your desire to interact in this way. There are a lot of new things here for me, and I’m not convinced at this point that doing as you ask won’t tread too heavily on personal standards I have to follow to feel right about myself.”
“I’m sure things will be fine,” Colette said. “You’re one of the most thoughtful men about this I’ve ever encountered. That makes me respect you even more than I already did. I don’t think that either my husband or I would want to ask you to do anything you’d find unethical.”
Zach looked in Colette’s deep green eyes, then at her mouth, which currently had a bit of a serious line to it. He would try to try this. It was his move, clearly. They were in a booth near the back of the restaurant. It was fairly dark and secluded, with sparse foot traffic. The maitre d’ must have identified him as being one of Alexis’s friends, he mused. “Scoot over next to me,” he asked. She did so immediately, clearly following the rules nicely. He kissed her, and they tongue wrestled delightfully. She ran her hands over his body, enjoying his muscles. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the heft of her breasts, the curve of her hips, her nipples hardening. He was getting pretty hard himself, come to think of it.
Zach felt reluctant about the rules in the letter, but he didn’t want to act reluctant. He wanted to give this an honest try. But what would constitute an honest try? They stopped making out as the waitress approached and took their dishes. He pressed his credit card onto the check to pay it and then returned to making out with Colette. Soon they were both vibrating with sexual tension. “I don’t think I’ve just hugged and kissed somebody like this since college,” Colette observed.
“Long overdue,” said Zach and snacked deliciously on her lips and tongue yet again. At this point, he was getting painfully hard in his pants and increasingly urgent. To Colette, he whispered embarrassedly, “Get under the table and suck my cock.” She immediately disappeared from view, and a moment later, he felt his pants unzip and her feeling around for the opening in his boxer briefs. He worried whether his cock, just now sprung massive and hard from his pants, was thinking too much for him in this moment.
In a few bobs, Colette forced Zach’s cock all the way down her throat. Even as his eyes crossed, he felt with his hands to confirm what he was feeling, which was her face pressed against his crotch and holding there for a long beat. Then she grabbed his legs and started pistoning her throat rapidly all the way up and down his cock. His hips tensed immediately, feeling orgasmic. This was overwhelming sensation.
With intense concentration, Zach grabbed his wine glass from the table and calmly took a sip, and then another, and then set it down. The table was shaking ever so slightly, he could see the ripples in their wine, but not so much as would attract attention. He was poised and straining not to shoot, but instead, he gritted his teeth and took another sip of his wine. He set down his glass and immediately convulsed in powerful orgasm and released his everything, his soul, perhaps his will, down Colette’s throat. She felt it coming and pressed her face down hard on him and held it there. His breath caught, because he did not want to make a noise, and he turned beet red with the strain of it, shuddering. A long pause later, panting, he sat slowly up in his seat and croaked, “Okay.” Only then did her face come slowly off his crotch, and he heard a gasp as she sucked in air from being deprived for a minute. Then she sucked and licked him clean, returned it to his pants, and resumed her position next to him with an enthusiastic and contented smile and a sparkle in her brilliant green eyes. So far so good, he thought. And then he thought, this might kill me.
Later that evening, around 11 PM, Zach arrived home limp and half asleep. He was unresponsive as the three desperate women threw him down on the entryway rug and hastily undressed him. Michaela, always wanting first batch when she could have it, expertly sucked him to hardness and speared herself on the result as the others cooed over him, feeding him water and trying to revive him. Finally Alexis started, “Colette is a complete mystery to me and everyone else except for her professional reputation, Zach. You need to tell me how she was. What happened to you?”
“I’m fucked,” Zach croaked.
“You’re fucked good or you’re fucked bad? Well?” But that’s all Zach would say. Finally Alexis said, "Well, if you're not going to talk, then eat this," and climbed onto his face and started grinding. After the three women were done satisfying themselves, they dragged him straight to bed and tucked him in. By the middle of the night, he revived some and took each of them in turn as usual. In the morning, at their morning ride, he seemed to have returned to his usual self, but still wouldn’t talk about Colette. “Ask her yourselves,” was all he would say.
(To be continued)
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09: Monday, July 13, 2043, 1145 hours CST: Berte Sets Things Right
When his alarm went off, Zach awakened from his nap on his bed at the base. He saw a text message from Berte, “Sweet dreams sweetheart! Text when you wake.”
Zach texted to Berte, “Here I am. Just woke up.”
A moment later, he got a text from Berte. She must have had it already composed. The message began, “Jill and I have been thinking constantly about tomorrow, so I want you to know first of all that everything’s okay and I love you,” it read. Jill was the name of her favorite vibrator.
“Oh-oh, here it comes,” thought Zach to himself.
“Although I admit that the nasty bad stuff you did to me last time excited me to a degree I’ve never experienced before, I want something else tomorrow. I want you to tell me you love me with your words, because you’re neurotypical, and that’s how I know you mean it. I want to hear from your voice that you’ll take care of me and guide me and that everything will be okay and my baby will be healthy and strong. You should cum in me too, of course, for the insemination part. But I want you to make love to me like I’m a neurotypical woman, even though I know I’m not, unless you can’t get excited for me unless we do it the dirty way. Then I need to understand why.”
It was clear to Zach then that Berte had been disturbed by what he’d done with her. He texted, “This is a misunderstanding easily fixed."
"I love you with all my heart and soul,"
"and I’m overjoyed and excited to make love to you"
"and cum in you any way you’ll have me."
"If you were a neurotypical woman I would have done the same thing,"
"but it was an optimization error."
"You’ll understand this, because you’re an engineer."
"Like I said I would,"
"I was paying close attention to what excited you sexually"
"and doing more of that."
"What I didn’t take into account"
"is that you wanted more than just good sex from me,"
"because I’m an idiot."
"Please forgive me.”
“I forgive you,” Berte texted quickly.
“You want more than just good sex from me, right?”
“I do,” Zach texted.
He continued, “But this is where my unconscious bias crept in."
"I ached to make love to you face to face"
"and shower your face with kisses"
"and whisper endearments to you"
"while I put my seed deep in your womb"
"to make our baby,"
"but I assumed that such behavior"
"would be a tone deaf irritation to you,"
"like I wasn’t paying attention to who you are"
"and your likes and dislikes."
"So I kept myself from doing it."
"I communicated by text in person."
"I turned your beautiful face away from mine."
"I suppressed what I love to do most"
"because I thought it would make you happiest.”
Berte texted, “Don't you dare give up yourself to love me!"
"I want the real Zach,"
"not one you manufacture for my benefit."
"I fell in love with you, the real you,” Berte texted quickly.
“I want you to make love to me the way you want me,"
"Zachary Carson."
"Doctor."
"I want you to tell me what you want,"
"and if I can't give it, I'll let you know."
"I want you to ask me to look you in the eyes"
"if you want to see my eyes,"
"and I’ll do it, because I love you,"
"and I want to please you,"
"and I’m good at it,"
"and proud of being good at it."
"That goes for fellatio and paizuri as well."
"Now I have a reason to do a man"
"that’s better than just to get or stay friendly"
"and because I’m proud of my skill."
"Now I can do it for you because I love you."
"Please let me please you in all the ways you want, my love."
"Don’t hold back.” Berte concluded.
Zach texted, “I promise to love you how I want you,"
"and I trust your skill to interpret it how I mean it."
"I won’t hold back my nature or hide from you any more,"
"my love."
"But I want you to be able to relax and not work so hard"
"sometimes during lovemaking too.”
Berte texted, “Don’t worry."
"After your first cum,"
"after you’ve pushed my fear far away"
"that I can't communicate with a neurotypical man well enough to be with you"
"and raise a healthy family with you,"
"I’ll ask for and take whatever I want,"
"just like I did after the first time we made love."
"I will balance it well for myself,"
"and I know you can keep up and want to keep up.” Berte concluded.
“That sounds fantastic,” Zach replied.
Then his alarm went off. Aanya would be arriving any second. “Got to go, love,” he texted Berte.
“More later.”
“Love you,” Berte texted.
“Love you xoxoxo," Zach replied.
(To be continued)
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10: Monday, July 13, 2043, 1200 hours CST: Aanya Gets Plowed
Zach got up, brushed his hair, and waited for Aanya to arrive. He played a game on his phone. It was now 12:15 PM and still no Aanya. He texted her, “ETA?”
A minute later, she texted, “Work emergency.”
“This woman,” Zach muttered, and left to visit the greenhouse. When he arrived there, sure enough, there she was, covered in the dirt and gardening coveralls only she could make sexy, installing little black irrigation tubes for a big table full of plants, her cute bubble bottom thrust toward him, a luscious dick magnet. He came up behind her silently and pounced, snuggled her backside with his hardening cock and grabbed her yummy round tits playfully. Aanya jumped and shrieked almost in pain, causing him to startle and back away. She clocked him full force with an open hand on his cheek and the side of his head, POW! Her face was fierce and filled with anger. Zach froze, mortified and confused.
Charisse burst into the room. “What the hell is going on here?”
“He attacked me!” Aanya shouted. She was holding her hand in pain. “I mean he startled me,” she softened. Zach walked up to her, cupped her hurt hand, and kissed the palm.
“Weren’t you supposed to be over at his place by now?” said Charisse, clearly peeved. “I told you I could handle this.”
Aanya burst into tears and covered her face with her hands. She cried with increasing hysteria, “We have two days to get this fucking system working; there’s no fucking time! And I’m a disgusting stinking bitch whore! I dishonor him!” Zach grabbed her, pinning her arms this time, and held her tight. She cried uncontrollably.
“Aanya, we talked about this,” Charisse urged patiently. She’d heard this over and over.
“You should give up on me,” she bawled. “You said it yourself, I’ve been angry at men so long, I don’t know how to treat them except with anger. I don’t know how to treat myself except with anger.”
“There, there,” cooed Charisse, hugging them both. She was that rare woman who could say such a thing and you knew it was completely genuine and completely from her heart. “It’s scary to be out of control, sweet Aanya. She’s in love, Zachary, she’s in vulnerable, out-of-control love with you.” Aanya bawled harder. Zach just held her, and Charisse held them both, until Aanya was all cried out. Being in the arms of these two beautiful women, Aanya hurt so badly but finally opening up to love, Charisse radiating enough love to heal the whole world, Zach felt blessed.
Finally the group hug broke up. Aanya looked shyly away from Zach and pleadingly toward Charisse. Charisse bent down and whispered a long something into Aanya’s ear. When they were done, Aanya turned to him and asked, “Would you take off your clothes for me?” As he undressed, she was removing her own clothes: her coveralls, her t-shirt, her bra, and her panties. As she bared her caramel nakedness, round bubble tits, and wild-grown little muff to him again, he felt the blood surge into his penis at the same time his heart melted. Dear God, Aanya, this caramel beauty, owned his soul!
Charisse had swept the dirt off the potting table, and Aanya jumped onto it and spread her legs, causing her vulva to pop open a bit, wet and pink. Charisse took hold of her and positioned her further, her butt right up to the edge of the table, her heels braced at the edge as well, her vulva open, pink in the middle, and glistening. Zach stood there slightly crouched, poised to pounce on Aanya, his mouth watering, his erection pulsing hard, but waiting for some indication of how this wanted to develop.
Charisse got between Aanya’s legs and bent down to whisper to her. They whispered back and forth and occasionally Charisse gave a little giggle. Zach waited patiently with amusement, softening slightly, but no matter. Finally, Charisse stepped away from Aanya. Both had diabolical smiles on their faces. “Look, he’s getting soft,” Aanya muttered despondently.
“Don’t worry so much,” Charisse cooed. “It’s because he couldn’t see his naked girl anymore, silly. Look it’s already going up again.” She walked over next to Zach so they could observe Aanya together. “I’m tempted to get more involved, but I’ll just do this,” she explained shakily, and started stroking him gently with an index finger along the bottom of his shaft slowly, from base to head, and then back to base. “Look at Aanya, with her cute dewy open flower, so wanting pollination,” she teased softly, stroking him up and down, up and then down.
Aanya was in some internal battle to say something, and finally, looking into Zach’s eyes, growled forcefully, “Own me.” He left Charisse’s side and her finger’s caress to approach Aanya gently. He towered over her even crouching slightly, his urgent manhood pressing gently at her entire tiny vulva. Ouch, he thought, and realized he’d forgotten to bring the lube he would need for this tiny one. He bent down a long way, kind of sideways, to kiss her, because he didn’t want to give up the kiss of his cock head nestled against her juicy opening.
Zach felt something cold touch his penis, and realized it was Charisse slathering his penis and Aanya’s delicate vulva with lube. Charisse must have seen the same thing. Her hand felt good on him. Feeling her hand on him, his mind roved to their dinner date, and his fucking muscles thrilled, penis, ass, lower back, as he imagined how forcefully he would spend in her then. What a woman! But for now, this one. He grabbed Aanya by each of her buttocks, lifted her off the bench, and speared her in a single motion, eliciting a “Huh! uuuh… green...” and making it about three quarters of the way into her before reaching the current extent of her snappy quim.
Zach carried Aanya into the next room, where he knew there was a pile of soft soil he had delightedly made love to Charisse on. It was still there, more soil obliterating the indentation Charisse’s body had made. He laid Aanya onto the pile and pressed her down into it with his body weight. “It stinks... I mean green,” she complained weakly as he pressed his weight onto her and started thrusting in her urgently, forcefully, pressing her body into the cool, moist new soil contrasted with the hot moistness of the greenhouse air and his burning, sweaty body.
Aanya climaxed hard under Zach, “AAAAHHNNNNN!! Huh! GREEN!” Her body and legs quivered fitfully against his dominating strength and weight, spread wide and pinioned by his muscular body. He kept plowing her with continuous urgency and force throughout her orgasm, taking his pleasure fully from her pulsing, twisting quim as he buried himself in her while pile driving her into the caressing soil of her garden.
Zach lifted off Aanya as he continued to plow her so he could gaze at his treasure, his prize. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her teeth bared in a grimace, her brow furrowed with emotion. Her round caramel tits bounced gracefully as he rocked her entire body with his pistoning thrusts. Her delicate legs were forced open very wide to take him. Her tiny shock of black muff hair stood seemingly at attention, surprised that this giant battering ram was invading its domain.
Zach couldn’t know the future. But he knew he loved Aanya relentlessly, helplessly, worshipfully, conflicts and all. Together, as they were absolutely one being in this moment, it would work. With Charisse’s help and the help of all their new loving friends, it would work. He gazed lovingly at her face, her struggle glaring in her eyes, glancing up at him and then away. She deserved so much love and passion in her life. He thought of her open womb then. He could feel it milking his penis powerfully, thirsting and twisting, poised for his seed. “RRRAAAH!!” he cried and strained in her.
As his first hot burst hit her, she jerked her hips open and shook in orgasm, “NNNN! Huh!” Another hot burst shot out into her as she whimpered, and another. Drained, Zach fell onto one elbow, his sweat showering onto Aanya like a tropical squall. Then there was silence and breathing.
“That looked like fun,” Charisse ventured from atop a bag of potting soil across and a polite distance away from them. Both hands were plunged into her stretch pants. She looked like a kid who had been caught with both hands in the cookie jar. Zach chuckled at the sight.
“I’ll never get this dirt off me,” Aanya croaked, sounding not entirely unhappy at the prospect.
“The emergency shower is not just for emergencies. I use it all the time. Here, I’ll show you.” Zach let Aanya up. It was true she was covered in dirt, and there was a big sexy dent where she had been pressed into the soil. A clear wet splash of cum and other juices lay at the crux of the dent’s legs and dribbled away from there. He needed a picture of that dent. As they wandered off, he grabbed his phone out of his pants and discreetly took a photo. It was so suggestive and impossible to identify. He sighed. Alexis would know, Aanya wouldn’t approve. Given those two near certainties, he would certainly never do anything to endanger Aanya’s fragile trust. He could never show it to anyone, even anonymously. Sadly, he left the dent and started brushing the dirt off himself. He needed that shower, too. “Hey wait, ladies,” he called after them. “I want to go again!”
“Red! I need to work!” Aanya called back to him almost teasingly.
“Maybe in the shower?” he asked hopefully, trotting after them. But the shower stall proved to be too small.
(To be continued)
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11: Monday, July 13, 2043, 1300 hours CST: Colette's Report
On the way to his building after his shower, Zach smiled and texted Berte, “I’m back.”
“Welcome back. Rebalancing a fusion bottle,” Berte texted.
Zach continued, “I have a request based on our previous conversation. Please do the looking me in the eye thing and the yes thing for me just like Colleen taught you. I think I’ll get excited even more knowing that you’re doing it just to excite me.”
“Ooh, this is going to be fun! I can’t wait to see how hard and excited you get from my eye job. Eye job?”
He was exploring a new frontier indeed. Now he was getting eye jobs. “As good a name as any. I love you. Remember, I'll pick you up from your quarters at 6 PM tomorrow.”
“Reminder: eidetic memory. Don’t be repetitive except with your hips.”
He didn’t know what to text to Berte in response to that, so instead he called Khushi. Heavy breathing answered. “Khushi’s phone,” giggled Ayana.
Khushi’s voice in the background, incredulous, “You answered it? Mmmmf.” The rest was garbled.
“Hi Ayana. I was just calling for Khushi. I can call back later.”
“She's eating at the moment,” Ayana said gleefully, breathlessly. I'll bet, thought Zach. He had never heard Ayana filled with such joy before. He heard a struggle over the phone, phone dropped, laughing, struggling, and then the call ended. Gosh, they were such a cute couple, he thought.
Zach arrived at his room. Given he had ended up taking Aanya on the greenhouse dirt pile and showering there, he had no tidying up to do to be ready for Colby at 3 PM. God, he was horny. Aanya had just gotten him started. He was on edge to see Colby again, he knew. His body and soul ached for her. He was in trouble with that one. He called Berte. His call went to voicemail, and he said, “Honey, I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to tell you I love you.” She was probably still in the innards of that machine she mentioned earlier. He was edgy, not sleepy. Then he remembered he needed to visit Colette to approve her letter to her husband.
Zach found Colette working with Alexis at the visualization lab, examining a 3D representation of the terrain and evident geological formations around the colony site, planning their search for ore that would allow the colonists to eventually expand the single colony dome to a network of domes, a city of domes. They hadn’t noticed him yet; they were so absorbed in their work and their discussion. He had a star struck moment quietly watching these two brilliant scientists in their element, doing what they do best.
They noticed him in the corner over there. Alexis said, “Zach, you’re so quiet, come over here and visit!”
“I didn’t want to intrude,” said Zach, walking over.
“Usually he’s not so quiet… Raaaa!” Alexis joked to Colette. The sound and the hand and hip motions she made while doing it were not overtly sexual, but for anybody who had ever witnessed Zach climax, her parody was unmistakable. Colette doubled over in a peal of laughter. Another data point for Alexis.
Zach sighed and turned to Colette, “Should we review that letter?”
“Yes,” answered Colette catching her breath, and said to Alexis, “I’ll be back soon.” Colette walked Zach into her office, shut the door, and brought up the message on her workstation.
“My Love,”
“Doctor Carson took me out to dinner where we had our first conversation. He is a stunning creature in person, with blue-gray eyes I must look up into, and exquisite muscles, not beefy, but lean and strong. I felt moist touching his chest in the car only moments after meeting him.”
“He is agreeable in principle to raising a child with me if you wish. I answered basic questions from him regarding our marriage, and then I gave him your message. He was surprised by the contents, having never encountered similar matters in the past. His first reaction was to satisfy himself I wasn’t being coerced, which touched me. This is a good, high integrity man. He is uncertain with regard to the arrangement, and concerned that future instructions might violate his ethical standards. I assured him that we could work with him to address any concerns.”
“He is obviously a man of great lust and, as you’ll read, raw sexual energy. From the moment we met, I could tell I was exciting him, although he did nothing in the least inappropriate or suggestive until, despite his concerns, he agreed to execute the instructions in your letter. After agreeing, I think he did his best to capture the spirit of your rules by spending perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes enjoying himself by tongue kissing me and feeling me in our secluded booth at the restaurant. Despite his adherence to the rules, by the end of his kissing and touching, I knew I had soiled my dress with my vaginal fluids, my nipples were rock hard, and my vagina ached to be filled by him.”
“Despite his clear discomfort and fear of being caught, he then urgently and with a cute guilty look ordered me under the table to service him orally. He is significantly above average in size and was quite stiff as I released him from his pants. Once I was on him, he didn’t last long, though I have no concerns regarding his stamina, as you’ll read. It was just that he was already extremely excited, as I was, and had probably not orgasmed in several hours, and also was perhaps not as familiar with oral pleasure as I expect he will be from now on.”
“We left the restaurant and went to a grocer, where he bought a small container of table salt. Then we proceeded to the hotel. After we arrived at our room, he went into the bathroom. Minutes later, he emerged and asked me for the bullet vibrator. I gave it to him. He looked at his phone, and minutes later, he asked for the code. I gave him the code. He then ordered me to remove my clothes and put them away. He noticed the wet spot I had made on the back of my dress, asked for the dress, and sniffed and licked at the spot. He is quite an oral person. Then he ushered me into the bathroom where I saw an enema bag hanging from the shower rod and thereby recognized your hand in these proceedings.”
“He put on some latex gloves, lubricated the bullet vibrator, and gently pushed it into my sopping cunt. I almost orgasmed then, feeling his finger momentarily enter and brush my cunt lips. He was scrupulous to avoid touching my clitoris. I craved to have his slick and dexterous hands pleasure my wet cunt even a little so I could have release, but he was scrupulous in his avoidance, leaving me shaking with excitement and frustration. I then realized I needed to piss, and he let me piss into the toilet, but he made me show him and he watched me. He’s definitely quite a voyeur with the dress and also the urine. Then, while I was still seated on the toilet, he turned on the vibrator. He had pushed it in just far enough that it was pressing right on my g-spot. I immediately asked permission, he granted it, and I orgasmed with a grunt and a shudder. I hadn’t realized how worked up he’d gotten me and how much I’d been holding back.”
“After orgasming, my womb ached with emptiness. He had me stand up from the toilet and bend over. He told me that I must hold the fluid in until he allowed me to release it. Then he inserted the enema tube into my bottom and held it there while he released the hot stream of fluid into me. It was piping hot, but not enough to burn, and it felt wonderful. It was hot, and the vibrator pressed hard against my g-spot, making me desperate. I took in all I possibly could, my love. I began begging him for permission to orgasm then, but he refused, and told me I could only orgasm once he ordered me to release the fluid.”
“My legs started to shake, and I told him I would probably not be able to hold it much longer, and then he would have to beat me. He seemed unconcerned, and then he tapped my abdomen, which almost had me lose it, and then he squeezed in what felt like another gallon of fluid, though I expect it was only a small amount. I sat down on the toilet but he had me stand again, and I made an animal noise and complied. I hope you are proud of me, my love. I was grunting and grimacing with discomfort and frustration with every breath by then, and he was looking casually at his phone. I thought I was going to loose my bowels and my orgasm both any moment, my love, but you’ve trained me well, and I continued to endure. I’m not sure how he knew I could. I suppose he was testing my limits.”
“After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only two minutes, he told me to release, and I sat, released, and orgasmed hard in the same instant. Luckily, he immediately held me down by my thighs on the toilet as I shrieked and voided my bowels explosively, or I would have sprayed the entire bathroom since my legs were flailing so much. After thirty seconds, my discharge was down to pushing out additional squirts, and my orgasm had finally ended. Then he made me stand up, wipe off my bottom with tissue, and bend over again.”
“He repeated this procedure two additional times, each one more torturous and ultimately gratifying than the last. It left me terrified of what this man could do to subjugate and debase me further at your hands. None of the other doctors or sadists you’ve sent me to over the years measure up to his mixture of deftness, understanding of the human body, empathy, and precision. In your hands, he is a diabolical instrument.”
“After my third enema had run its course, he shut off the bullet vibrator and gently pulled it out by the safety cord. He made me clean it with my mouth, wash it in the sink, and then tidy up the bathroom. Thanks to his help in restraining me on the toilet, we hadn’t left much of a mess, and it only took me minutes. He had undressed. This man is an Adonis, covered in lean muscle, with the added virtue that he is significantly larger, even limp, than any statue we ever saw in Italy. His body hair is light or shaved other than the top of his head.”
“He carried me lightly to the bed and put me down on my back in the middle. He had a stiff erection at this point and didn’t ask for any help from me. Then he lubricated his cock and spread my legs, and for a moment, my love, I’d thought you’d given him permission to breed me. But no, my hopes were dashed when he held my legs up further and started pushing his cock into my bottom. It was uncomfortable at first. He has quite an instrument. I’m so happy he took me from the front. It was good to be able to watch this demigod enjoy my bottom with increasing excitement. He is so massive and energetic that he apparently rubs many of the good spots in my vagina as vigorously as some smaller men penetrating me vaginally have. As a result, much to my surprise, I orgasmed along with him when he released his seed in me the first time.”
“After this, he pulled out and asked me whether he should be satisfied, which seemed to me an odd question. I asked him whether he was satisfied, and he told me no. He then spread more lube on his cock and immediately pushed his way back into my bottom and started to enjoy me a second time. He lasted longer this time, and I came two times. After this bout, the same puzzling question. I think he wanted me to tell him to stop, but when I asked him whether he was satisfied, each time he would say no. After his third enjoyment of my bottom, I stopped orgasming. After his sixth time hours later, he was exhausted, as was I, and he finally weakly agreed that he was satisfied. He was careful with the lube and did no permanent damage. Even counting that group affair you sent me to years ago where my cunt was taped and glued shut, that I have ever had my bottom used this hard. Whatever you tell him to do, darling, I beg you to consider your words carefully.”
“He took me to my quarters on the base and departed with a kiss and a smile, and I enjoyed a good night’s sleep.”
“Your Loving Colette.”
“Thanks for sharing this with me, it’s beautiful. You are too kind,” said Zach, and then added, "Though I'm not sure how I should feel about being called a diabolical instrument."
“Flattered,” answered Colette. “You know, you look pretty worked up. I’d like to remind you that I get off work at 5 PM. If you visit then, I can give you any oral or manual pleasure you’d like until you’re a little calmer. My panties are quite thoroughly wet and crusty today from thinking what might happen next. Maybe you’d like to sniff them or suck on them while I service you.”
“Would you like that?” Zach ventured.
“My husband expects you to use me as a sperm dump whenever you’re feeling inclined.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Zach said. Then, because it was clear that Colette wouldn't answer directly, he changed the subject. “How is your ass?”
“Oh, it’s fine, just fine,” Colette assured him.
“Well you’re acting like you’d like me to come by, and I’m always inclined, if you put it that way, so I’ll see you at 5 PM.”
“Wonderful!” Colette said. She actually did look happy. This relationship was inexplicable.
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On the way to his room, Zach called Berte and talked to her with his voice. "Please wear an evening dress when I pick you up tomorrow."
"Will do," Berte replied. It was so good to hear her voice, the distant quality, the slight European lilt.
“Have you tamed your machine?”
“You mean tuned it? Yes,” confirmed Berte.
“I love you with all my heart,” said Zach, feeling it viscerally.
“I… really love you. I really love you,” Berte replied with what sounded like astonishment.
“I feel happy.”
“Me too!” Berte squealed.
“Bye for now,” said Zach.
“Okay bye,” said Berte.
Immediately, Berte texted, “I felt that.”
Zach texted, “I meant it.”
“Did you feel mine too?” Berte queried.
“Deeply,” Zach texted.
“Plus your voice is ultra cute.”
“It just slays me."
He called Khushi again to see if she was done with her slap and tickle yet. She didn’t answer. Since he still had an hour until Colby arrived, he decided to take a nap. He was extremely horny for Colby now. He fell asleep dreaming of how it would feel to stroke her dark chocolate body, hold her firm little chocolate ass in both hands, push deeply into her dewy pink slit, and watch her face glow in ecstasy again.
(To be continued)
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12: Monday, July 13, 2043, 1440 hours CST: Colby's Torment
Zach awoke when Colby ran a cool hand across his brow. She was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. She leaned down and they tongue kissed for a while, just saying hi in a nice quiet waking up kind of way. She got up again to go get a glass of water. She was wearing a knockout purple summer dress. He looked at his phone to see what had happened to his alarm. It was only 1440; she was early.
From across the large room, with her glass of water, Colby said, “I half expected to find you balls deep in another woman.”
“Well you know it’s happening sometime, which I suppose is your point.”
“I don’t want to share you.”
“This situation is far from ideal for me, as well. Frankly, it’s a madhouse. But I have a role to play in these women’s lives. I want to be available to them. It’s my choice. I chose it. Colleen gave me the chance to decline the mission, and I didn’t.”
“Oh, so now it’s ‘Colleen'.”
Fuck. Shit. Zach was going to give that bait a wide berth. “I’m glad I didn’t say no, because I got to fall in love with you.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Isn’t it enough of a reason?”
Colby ran over, hugged Zach hard, and cried. They lay down on the bed, she crying softly into his chest. He held her, and his body demanded one thing. Feeling her so close to him was driving him insane. His cock strained and itched in his pants to be inside her. As she cried, he ran his hands over her, trying to comfort her as well as give his itching need to be with her some release. His hand ventured to her breast and he rubbed it and felt the nipple harden. She looked up and saw the raw lust in his eyes. “Don’t you ever quit?” she asked incredulously.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he said, looking at her intently. “I’ve missed you specifically you, Colby Lincoln.” He was almost crying now. She just wasn’t getting it. Her tiny hand ventured past his waist and found the bulge of his rock hard throbbing cock.
“Well you’re hot to go,” Colby sighed, “So I won’t leave you hanging. I love you, so I’m not going to torture you. I can give you what you obviously need now and sort myself out later.” As she was saying this, Zach got down under her dress, moved her panties aside and began to tease her lips with his tongue. “None of this,” she said, moving away from his mouth, getting off the bed, and starting to undress, setting her things on a nearby chair. He joined her, throwing most of his clothes straight into his clothes hamper. When he turned around, she was standing there, lean tiny naked chocolate perfection. “Where’s the lube?” she asked.
“But-” started Zach.
“No, this is for you,” she said, “unless you want head, or even, you want my anus, baby? Would that make you cum a big load?”
Zach couldn’t even think. He wanted it all. But he knew she was just handling him. Dealing with his visceral need to be with her. He was upset with himself. “This isn’t right,” he said. “You’re sad right now, and you’re not interested.”
“I want to give it to you, baby,” Colby insisted seductively. “Lay back and let your REAL girlfriend take care of you.” She squirted lube onto both her palms and stroked the lube up and down Zach’s cock, gripping him nice and tight. Her hands felt SO GOOD! He grabbed her breasts in his hands and felt their delicious firm softness. She grabbed a towel for her hands, and he grabbed her, threw her down on the bed, spread her, and speared her in almost a single motion, so great was his need. “Oof!” she groaned.
And then he pounded her like a maniac, his cock driving farther and farther into her while she hung on for dear life. Her teeth bared in a grimace, whether from pain or pleasure, and he tensed and exploded into her with a howl, “AAAAAAAHHHHHRRRR! Oh God!” His orgasm filled him forever, until he relaxed and fell to a crouch above her. “Did I hurt you?” he croaked.
“NOW I’m turned on,” she beamed, “I’ve never EVER seen a man cum that hard. I’m very proud of myself.”
Zach moved in her again. He loomed above her, watching her beauty and taking exquisite pleasure in her tight loins. Tears began to fall from his eyes, splashing randomly on Colby as he covered her vigorously. “Hold me,” he pleaded as he continued to move in her harder and harder. What the hell was happening? Tears were pouring out of him.
She gripped his rippling muscular ass with her tiny hands. “I’ve got you, baby,” she cooed, tears spilling from her own eyes to join his.
(To be continued)
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13: Monday, July 13, 2043, 1655 hours CST: Colette's Demonstration
“You’re back!” enthused Alexis. “Come look at this igneous formation with us.”
“That’s volcanic rock, right?” asked Zach.
“You get an A in freshman geology,” said Alexis. “You see this depression here…”
About five minutes into her description of this point of interest, with Zach holding on for dear life, Colette’s alarm rang. “Oh, it’s five o’clock, closing time,” she said to the others, “I need to visit the ladies’ room. I’ll be right back.”
“Wait,” ordered Zach, and Colette turned back around. He spent a moment reconsidering outing her in front of her colleague Alexis, a known blabbermouth, then plunged ahead. “Remove your panties,” he ordered. Colette, visibly embarrassed, hesitated. He looked over at Alexis for her reaction. She was looking right at him, her hand partly covering a smile of gleeful amazement. He looked at Colette and started taking off his belt, and she quickly began to comply, kicking off her shoes and yanking her panties down. Once her panties were off, he commanded, “Give them to me.” She was right, they were crusty with dried excitement on the edges and wet with excitement in the middle. He took a big whiff. Today she smelled like spicy scrambled eggs that you needed to fuck immediately. His cock woke up in his pants and began to uncoil and respond.
“Fuck, I’m not getting left out of this,” said Alexis, and started struggling out of her own panties. She handed him her panties. Now he was holding two pairs. Hers had a moist, crusty yellow stripe in them that smelled like fresh fish, asparagus, and with a slight stink of his cum from this morning. It was exciting to smell his mark on her. More blood flowed into his second favorite organ.
Zach ordered Colette, “If you need to pee, stand over this trash can and pee.” She hesitated.
“I don’t need to go,” Colette said. “I can wait.”
“Do you have urine you can push out?” Zach asked.
“Yes,” Colette answered resignedly.
“Then pee for me. Into the trash can, please.”
Colette stood over the trash can, lifted her dress so that Zach could see her stream, and unleashed a thick clear stream of piss powerfully into the can. Relief mixed with dread crossed her face. It was a lot of urine for not needing to urinate. After several seconds she stopped and then shot in a smaller, weaker stream. He handed her a tissue out of a dispenser on the table and she wiped herself. “You hydrate well,” he commented.
“Thank you,” Colette said, stepped away from the can, and dropped the hem of her dress.
“Here I go,” said Alexis, stepping over the can, lifting her plaid skirt, and unleashing a big healthy stream. She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry. Asparagus for lunch.”
“This isn’t Simon Says, Alexis,” Zach pointed out.
“I’m having fun,” replied Alexis, “and I don’t want my teammate and colleague to go it alone.”
“That’s sweet and unnecessary,” Colette told her. “I’m fine, Alexis, really I am.”
“Alexis, you can stay, as long as you don’t touch Colette. Touching her is not allowed.”
Alexis looked at Colette, “Not allowed?”
“Correct, not allowed,” answered Colette.
“Well, I’ll just pull up a chair, then.” Alexis did so, and sat mock demurely.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” Zach ordered Colette. Without hesitation, she dropped gently to her knees, unzipped him, and fished out his cock, which unfolded nicely, and popped it down her throat, starting to stimulate it to hardness. She looked up at him; she tasted Colby all over his dick, though she didn’t know who it was. She looked curious. Eventually she would learn whose taste was whose as the complex web that bound the crew grew tighter and tighter. She was a maniacal cock sucker, and had him up and hard in moments, and then set a pace that would finish him off in record time even though only a few minutes ago he had finished intercourse with Colby three times in a row.
“Slow down,” ordered Zach, “I want to enjoy it.” Colette kind of followed his instructions. She spent the next half hour edging him expertly near orgasm and then backing him off, daring him to order her to finish him off. Just as he was about to give up and order her, she twitched her throat an extra amount as she had him about halfway down. Immediately, his orgasm hit him like a brick, and she smashed his dick down her throat as he sprayed like a fire hose and screamed, “EAAAHYAAAA!!!” his hands yanking her hair in helpless spasm, his entire body shaking.
“Wow, that was masterful!” Alexis acknowledged. Zach looked over at Alexis and found that she must have been jilling quietly and furiously the whole time. She was wrecked. Her dress was up, her legs were hung wide over the chair arms, and her wet hands hung in her lap. There was a wide spray of girl cum on the concrete floor, probably several shots worth. Her hair was in disarray. She had a great big sleepy smile on her face. “There’s nothing better than watching a hunky man strain at the very edge of cumming for 20 minutes. So hot!”
“Thank you,” said Colette demurely, getting up from her knees. The two women sauntered out of the visualization room arm-in-arm, leaving Zach to clean up the girl cum and the asparagus-scented trash can by himself.
(To be continued)
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14: Monday, July 13, 2043, 1800 hours CST: Bulgarian Roulette
When Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela showed up at Zach’s building at 6 PM, he had everything pre-arranged. For the tall lady of the flowers Charisse, he had one firm foam pad for her knees to bring her tummy to the height of the surface of the bed as he strapped her legs to the side of the bed. For the small Alexis, two foam pads. For the tiny and fiery Michaela, three foam pads. He strapped down their arms as the girls chatted and giggled happily together, waiting for whatever perversions he had planned for them. All three were wearing blouses and short skirts, Alexis without panties as she had given them to him earlier.
Alexis gossiped to the other two Breeding Bitches, which is what the three had started calling themselves collectively. Zach was their “Big Dog,” but also they had taken to calling him “Sack,” a play on his name, especially when telling stories or tall tales about large or particularly messy loads he had ejaculated. Alexis continued her gossip, “Interesting tidbit, bitches: apparently Sack here has some arrangement with the new girl Colette that lets him order her around. What did she do Big Dog? After you fucked her the first time, did she beg you to be your slave? I could see him having that effect.”
“No,” answered Zach simply as he worked.
Alexis continued, “We’re working along when all of a sudden Sack orders her to give him her panties. Turns out our man here is a great big panty perv, aren’t you Sack?”
“Under some circumstances.”
“Then, he orders her to pee in a trashcan, which she promptly does. THEN, he orders her onto her knees, and orders her to suck him, and THIS is where the story gets REALLY interesting. She goes to town on him like nobody I’ve ever seen before. So after maybe twenty seconds of this…”
“It was longer than that,” interjected Zach.
“…he orders her to slow down, he wants to enjoy it. She then proceeds to edge him more expertly than I’ve ever seen, and this continues for about 30 minutes. Can you imagine the Big Dog grunting and straining, always only a moment away from orgasming for thirty minutes? I was jilling furiously the whole time, came six times, and three times I sprayed the visualization room floor with girl cum. It was quite the show. Finally, just as I was about to start screaming at her to just let the poor man cum, she jerks, stops squeezing his shaft with one hand and smashes her face to his crotch as he makes this animal howl I’ve never heard him make. And I could swear, because it’s Sack of course, that her tummy bulges as he unloads down her throat. It was epic.”
Zach had flip-up vibrator holders that he attached to the bed frame between each woman’s legs that could be flipped up to put a flexible vibrating nub on the woman’s clitoral area or flipped down and out of the way for completely unobstructed mating. Once installed, he carefully flipped all three vibes up onto vulvas and switched them on the low setting.
The results were nearly immediate. The laughing and joking abruptly stopped. Zach paced behind the women, his daily sluts, his daily tail, running his hands along their immobilized bodies and playfully spanking their asses. Their eyes were now all closed, and there was heavy breathing, and the beginning of a low musical note from Charisse. Alexis growled, “Up me or fuck me now, you bastard, I want to cum!”
“Okay, but I want to be fair,” Zach replied, and turned each of their vibrators up one notch. First Charisse, on the right, who sang out one clear mid-range note when he did it, shaking and orgasming, and then set to exhaling musical sighs with each breath as she tried to resist climaxing again immediately.
Next, Alexis in the middle, who whimpered and flinched hard against her bonds and then yelled “Oh fuck!” and came with a whimper, followed by heavy panting.
Lastly, Michaela on the left, who cursed as he approached, cursed in Bulgarian, the intelligible part of which was, “…my cunt… fucking machine…” she growled, and then “Ugh Urrrr!” as she came when he clicked up her setting, and then after she growled, “Get down here and stretch my empty cunt you useless fucking pig dog man whore!”
All three women were orgasming regularly now, Charisse with a single clear note and a shimmy of her body, Alexis with an epithet and a whimper. Michaela was panting continuously, with a growl or a curse in Bulgarian or English when she came. Zach undressed in a leisurely fashion as he watched the Breeding Bitches struggle against their bonds and helplessly and repeatedly orgasm. He put his clothes away neatly or put them in the hamper.
He turned on his interval timer for five minutes and lubed up his cock. He was going to be doing a lot of quick changes. He flipped down Charisse’s vibe, yanked her panties down to her knees, rammed his cock to the hilt into her twisted up puss in a single stroke and then pounded her furiously. Her eyes bulged and she squeaked out a note. All three Breeding Bitches were pretty used to him now, so he liked to start them with an extra surprise when he could. “This is like musical chairs or perhaps Russian roulette, ladies,” he explained, “In that I take five minute turns in each of you until I ejaculate into one of you, and then whoever captures my semen also gets a prize.”
Charisse’s was a puss Zach had been dreaming about since she had slathered him with lube for Aanya in the greenhouse earlier. It was a particularly puckered up version because of the vibing. Her kegel muscles were strong, and they had been grasping at a nonexistent cock for many minutes by then. When he entered, her whole puss vibrated in shock, and then as he began moving in her, she clamped down tight around him and snapped and thrilled hard. She sang scales, one note per stroke, almost instantly. When the timer rang, she had squeaked out two orgasms and was most of the way up a third. He strongly smelled her spicy chicken scent in the air. He flipped her vibe back up, lubed up again, grabbed one hunk of blonde hair and one hunk of blue hair, and hammered to the hilt into Alexis.
Alexis’s quim was a size smaller than Charisse’s. Though hers didn’t have the incredible tone of Charisse’s hole, it had a kind of thrilly, squishy goodness which, combined with her innate tightness, was hard for any man to last very long in. By now, though, Zach was familiar with her wiles. Also, he was doing the Breeding Bitches hard and rough, and he actually preferred soft and deep, where he could really stretch out slowly inside of a woman, feel all of the unique qualities of her hole, whether vagina or rectum, and kegel fully with each stroke. So it was easier for him to stay calm as he was violently slamming them from behind with maximum vigor. Halfway through her five minutes, Alexis cried out in a long, low moan and splashed a thick blob of lady juice onto his scrotum as she orgasmed. By the time he was done, her slutty, fishy, asparagus-laden scent pervaded the room.
Then it was Michaela’s turn. Like the other two, there was no way to copulate with her too roughly, so he yanked down her panties, bunched up the back of her blouse in his hands, and slammed into her with all his might. Luckily he was rock hard, because Michaela’s tiny puss, a size smaller than even Alexis’s, put up an almost painfully tight fight, but it was so good to open her up anyway, hear her grunt which he knew by now was deep satisfaction, and listen to her string of complaints, “You kill my tubes and rip all my babies you…” and then a string of very nasty sounding Bulgarian cursing. Michaela had to stop cursing to howl out an orgasm, and then continued to talk more softly in Bulgarian. Zach could feel Michaela tensing, opening, and shaking, readying to squeeze and twist out the pulses of her next orgasm with her taut cunt. He smelled her strong, healthy, tart scent underneath Alexis's fishy scent.
It was then that Zach lost it with a “RAAAA!!” and felt her clamp down and then flutter in mutual orgasm as one nice big hot squirt of semen scoured the back of her quim.
A moment later, the timer rang, and Michaela said in a voice glowing with satisfaction, “Is more like Bulgarian roulette; I win.” For her prize, Zach fed her a bite-sized chocolate heart. Then he made sure all three girls were topped up with water and made sure their quims were universally slick with lube. Then the game began again.
Zach played two more rounds with the girls, and Michaela won all three times, so it was truly Bulgarian roulette. He was a little disappointed; he’d wanted to climax and ejaculate so badly into Charisse, but he trusted he would make good on his next chance to cum in her at noon tomorrow. However, he knew only too well the words of Horace, “Seize the day, trusting in tomorrow as little as possible.” He thought he was probably falling for Charisse. It was a bit easier for him to objectify her when she was all turned around and tied up like this, but all the same. It helped to divert himself by looking at the nature girl's big pale white ass contrasting her tanned back, begging for a spank, her tight pucker winking and begging for a good hard buggering, and her radiant smile and mischievous eyes looking back toward him. He must soak this in and enjoy it while it lasted.
The three agreed this had been good fun, and better than riding and squeezing their orgasms out of an exhausted Zach at the end of the day. After the game, he spanked the laughing three out of his building as quickly as politeness allowed and settled down for an hour-long nap.
(To be continued)
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15: Monday, July 13, 2043, 2100 hours CST: Colonel Bruno's Overnight Debriefing
At 9 PM, Zach knocked on Colleen’s office door. Her voice, strident, through the door, “Enter.” He walked into the room and shut the door. She glanced at him, then back at her workstation monitor. “Just one second. Have a seat.” He sat quietly as instructed on one of the chairs facing her desk, probably the one he’d sat in to lick her cunny. Even though he’d seen her naked, even though he’d had her bareback and had cum in her, in this moment he felt as shy as before, because she looked the embodiment of authority; moreover, she remained his commanding officer.
At the same time, she looked so young, a brilliant college sophomore writing a term paper perhaps. In the semi-darkness, she was stunningly beautiful, her dewy lips slightly parted in concentration, her dark blue eyes gleaming in the reflected light of the monitor. She made mouse clicks, presumably to shut down, and turned to him. “So how has life been treating you?”
“I’m busy,” Zach said. “I’m blessed.” Her intelligent eyes seemed to bore into his soul. “I’m not kidding about being blessed.”
The room got darker and quieter as her workstation powered down. Colleen leaned in, smiling. “Do you mind if we discuss crew relationship matters while we have privacy here?”
“Anything,” said Zach.
“I’ve been hearing phenomenal things about you,” she confided. “You’ve given many of these women enthusiasm about their lives and futures I’ve never seen in them before. Charisse calls you a miracle worker. Berte, oh Berte moves me, how shiny and enthusiastic versus her old drab and all-business attitude. She has thanked me profusely for giving her that little tip, you know…”
“The one where you seduced me by proxy?”
“That’s the one.”
“Good one. But thank you, for her sake,” said Zach sincerely.
“How are you and Berte doing? Any problems?”
“We’re working everything out. I was doing what I thought she needed in bed, but she doesn't need-need anything special, of course. She wants a normal, equal relationship where we do what I like, too. She straightened me out quickly. We’re getting closer.”
“Sounds healthy,” said Colleen. “Now, about Colette. I know she’s married. She told me he’s in an iron lung, and that they haven’t actually seen each other in many years. Is it a sentimental thing? Should I be concerned?”
“Well, it’s more than sentimental,” Zach disclosed. “They have this whole thing going where he sends her to people and directs them to do specific sexual things to her. He also requires her to provide them with certain sexual favors.”
“And now you’re that person?”
“I’m trying it on for their sake. I’m not sure how deep that rabbit hole goes yet. I’ve expressed my reservations, but I’ve followed his instructions so far.”
“What are your reservations?”
“They want me to punish her with a belt sometimes, really injure her, not permanently, of course, but still. It’s nothing I’d ever do of my own volition. That may be the tip of the iceberg for all I know. I’m concerned.”
“I’ll talk to her. I want to make sure this won't become a problem. What did they have you do to her? Describe it in detail, please.”
“Surely I can spare you the details,” he said. Colleen looked so young and innocent to him in that moment.
“Don’t worry, you’re not going to scar me,” Colleen assured him. “I was in college when I was barely a teenager. Not many were willing to risk the jail time, but even so, there were plenty of takers. By my senior year in college, I’d had a dozen lovers, mostly men but a few women. And then I hacked government computers to join the Navy at the age of 15, and things got several shades darker, as you’d expect, especially since I was passing for eighteen. On my twentieth birthday, I had my first foursome at our base camp on Mars, and I did the cooch, butthole, and mouth thing, what is it called?”
“Airtight?” said Zach. He giggled helplessly.
“What’s funny?”
“Well, Alexis and Michaela have a not insubstantial wager over which of them will be the first on Mars. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they find out it was you. I hope you like massages and cunnilingus every day for a year. I guess it would be from both of them.”
“Doctor, you have a lot to learn about the precise rules of wagers in the Navy. Just because I was the first doesn’t mean I win their bet.”
“I stand corrected,” said Zach. “At any rate, that’s why I laughed.”
“I think you understand now that I’m no shrinking violet. I’m going to need you to talk openly and specifically about any private matters that might affect the mission,” Colleen insisted. “Now tell me exactly what her husband had you do to Colette.”
“I understand the need,” Zach sighed. “Okay, he had me give her some pretty extreme enemas with a vibrator in her, not dangerous for a trained professional like me to do at all. She liked them. Then he had me fuck her in the ass. She enjoyed it well enough. And there are rules. She can only orgasm if I give her permission to, that kind of thing. That about sums it up.”
“How does it feel to have your very own slave?” Colleen teased.
“Fuck off,” Zach rejoined. “I’m doing this for them. I’m not saying I’m not getting off on it physically. Colette is, well, you’ve seen her. But what I get out of it mentally, emotionally, is that Colette is fulfilled, and her husband, I gather, wants and enjoys it, the poor guy. And anyway, she’s not my slave. She’s X’s slave.”
“No excitement from making her do stuff? That’s not what Alexis told me.”
“Jesus Christ,” said Zach. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t like to think of myself as getting off on that. I’m still trying to understand that part of it, fair enough?”
“It’s okay, Zach,” said Colleen. “This is exactly why we sometimes need to talk specifics. We, your female crewmates, that is, already know that you’re a man who likes to take charge in the most caring, sensitive way you can. There’s nothing wrong with that, Zach. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some of us want some of that from you. I need some of that from you tonight.” She gave him that look, the wanton look she gave him the first time.
Zach rose from his chair then and bent over Colleen’s desk. She rose and they kissed lustily for a while across her desk. The commanding officer was obliterated, and a fresh young wanton mouth sucked on his tongue and urged him with her kisses and hands to do more. He lifted her partly up onto the desk, slid his hand into her pants, and fingered her wet crack while he had her pinned there. She started huffing and puffing. After a long several minutes, he reluctantly broke the awkward clinch and resumed his chair. “Ow,” he muttered. His dick was rock hard and he shouldn’t have sat down so fast.
Colleen slid off the desk and backed into her chair as her breathing slowed. “Yeah,” she agreed, “These panties are done for. I have to tell you, Zach, I’m sorry we have to be so formal in public. You probably figured out that I have been creaming for you since before all this, but, you know, we all couldn’t go there, and we’re professionals.”
A look of surprise must have crossed Zach’s face. “I understand all that.”
“Don’t interrupt,” begged Colleen, not the commanding presence, but momentarily an awkward young adult. “I’m going to spill the beans this time. None of this ‘I always thought you would make a great dad'. It was actually me dreaming about your weight on top of me, feeling your ass as you took me, that kind of thing. And then came our first time and that big, hot mess you put up in me. I practically died from pleasure. I kept finding bits and spots of that mess under my desk the next day. I was nervous I’d missed some and that someone would notice it.”
Zach welcomed Colleen's admission that she had lusted after him. It was maybe not so surprising, he realized. Many basically college-aged women like her preferred to date more mature men versus their age group, which was largely crushing beer cans on their heads for amusement. That would go double for Colleen, who was light years ahead of her age group in both capability and social intelligence. He would take all the lust she had to send his way, even though he somehow hoped for more. If she wanted more from him, he was ready for more, but he could be content. It could develop. But why was he even wishing for more? Wasn't his love life already complicated enough?
Then amusement crossed Colleen's face, and she said, “I hear they have a nickname for you for the semen thing.”
“Please don’t repeat it.”
“What, ‘Sack'? I almost lost it when one of them mentioned it, and I had to be, ‘oh, is that so'? It was challenging.” Colleen was now tearing up with laughter recounting it. Then she pulled herself together and got back on her mission commander track. “Okay. Getting back to Colette. We need to stay close on this one. It’s critical. Anything more about Colette?”
“It will probably be fine,” Zach concluded.
Then she sighed, and asked, “Okay. Who else? Oh yeah, Ayana and Khushi.”
“Not a concern, I assure you,” Zach said, “It seems like everyone knew I was sweet on Ayana, including Ayana herself, but that means even more that I want the best for her, and my heart was already getting over her before all this, knowing I could never make her happy, physically happy.”
“Don’t think that the irony escaped us of you pining for Ayana while most of the cis women on this base were secretly creaming for you, myself included. We took it as proof there is no God. But in the end, you did make her physically happy, didn’t you?”
“I guess I did at that, indirectly. Khushi is something else, too. As a fellow lover of women, lord almighty she got a good one.”
“I guess that answers for your state of mind regarding Khushi. Any jealousy?”
“Jealousy?? I have no right—”
“Don’t do that to yourself, Zach,” she told him. “You feel what you feel.”
“Okay, so here's how it is for me,” started Zach. “When I’m with any of you, I’m consumed by you, all I want is you, you coming home to me, me coming home to you, having dinner together, getting ready for bed, in the middle of the night, waking up to you, you know, a regular relationship like I’m used to. I’m coming to terms with it, my new reality. But I’m not used to it yet.”
“Don’t you get that with your three housemates?” asked Colleen.
“No, it’s different. We’re all getting to be great friends, but it doesn’t feel like a normal relationship to me in any respect. More like a continuous party I drop in on daily, which is not bad. I’m not complaining. With Alexis and Michaela, my guess is that it will just stay friendly with benefits. With Charisse, I’m hoping it will develop into more. But it’s not comfortable. Not comfortable yet, at least. Maybe I don't want to get comfortable with it. I’m living in interesting times.”
“Back to Khushi and jealousy,” Colleen prompted.
“Sure, I miss Khushi like I do all you others. It hurts when she doesn’t pick up because she’s busy with Ayana. Is that jealousy? I’d feel the same way, I think, if she was too busy with work to pick up. And I’m happy for them. I’m extremely happy for Ayana. I was worried about Ayana. But none of that is jealousy in my mind. Heck, I’m sad when you treat me so formally on the phone, but I’m not a child. I know we need to be careful.”
“Of course, Zach,” Colleen hastened to add. “Unlike in our male-centric world, I’m not asking because I’m concerned you can’t handle it. I’m asking because I want you to have an outlet, and because I care about you. I care about you very deeply. I mean…” she paused for a moment. “I’ve lusted after you for a while as I said, but now that you’re going with me, with us, I think I’m falling for you, Zachary Carson.”
Zach was overwhelmed, and replied, “I’m in awe of you, my dear Colleen. I can say that with certainty. After our casting couch episode, I started preparing myself for maybe being your ship’s cat, your booty call, whatever, more like an Alexis or Michaela thing at whatever intensity. I was sure that as the colony developed, you’d find other diversions, but it seemed there would be this golden time where you were looking in my direction, and I was ready to treasure that small part of your affection. Now you’re saying maybe more. Well, I feel great about that. I feel blessed. Bring it on! I think I just need to get over my instinct to grovel in the dust at your feet.”
“Is that a yes, we’re doing the falling in love thing?” Colleen asked hopefully. “Not exclusively, of course.”
“Absolutely, it’s my great honor to do the falling in love thing with you,” Zach smiled.
“Don’t hurt me, now,” said Colleen. “I can kick your ass.”
“Come now, we’re human beings. As Colby so eloquently reminded me, you can count on me hurting you and vice versa,” Zach rejoined. “But never on purpose, I swear. I will work on my obsessive thought that I don’t deserve you. If you get even a whiff of it, just point it out, and I’ll take responsibility and handle it.”
“I will.”
“Should we get to our evening?” Zach suggested. “There’s something between us that I feel wants to be consummated somewhat urgently.”
“Just a few more crewmates to discuss, Big Dog,” Colleen smiled. “Then I’ll give you all the treats you can handle.”
“Seems you know all my nicknames. What’s next?”
“Aanya. She concerns me. I see her as angry and bitter with a healthy dash of self-loathing,” observed Colleen.
“We’re working on that,” said Zach.
“Working on it how? This is her week, I understand. Are you…?” Colleen made a gesture of her finger penetrating a circle made with her other hand.
“Yes. Do you need the details? Really?”
“What do you think?”
Zach sighed. “Working on it, as in on her back, in the dirt, legs spread, me pounding away in her, and she’s screaming out primary colors and orgasming. Are you satisfied?”
“So she’s getting her baby anyway this week?”
“With a good dose of luck. She actually told me she already knows she’s pregnant after our first time together. I hope she’s right. You know, she has already leapt the chasm over to the love and trust side. It’s just completely new and terrifying for her over here. I think we just need to love her until she melts all the way.”
“I like the ‘we’ part, because it’s this village we’re creating,” Colleen said.
“Exactly. There’s Charisse, Michaela, Alexis, especially Alexis, bless her heart. She scares me and she moves me.”
“Who else is there to discuss? Colby?”
“We cry together. She is understandably sad that this situation, and therefore our relationship, is a not normal one. I’m right there with her. We’ll conquer it. There’s a lot of love between us. She’s my chocolate treat.”
“I love how you talk about these world famous scientists, saying ‘she’s my special girl, my itty-bitty sweetmeat, my chocolate treat'. Are you going to have problems respecting us in the morning?”
“I don’t think so, but I’m not the ultimate judge. Whack me if I do that, please,” said Zach. “If anything, I have problems getting over the hero worship and realizing these women are just human beings. You especially. I know I’m a wonderful guy; I’m handsome and compassionate and all that. But you’re a goddess, a superhero. You’re Wonder Woman.”
“You’d better be careful, or by your own direction, I’m gonna whack you.”
“Youngest Navy test pilot ever, and one of the best, I understand. You were the youngest astronaut ever as well. Youngest mission commander ever, bringing success to one of the most harrowing space missions ever. I rest my case. Face it, Colonel Bruno, my Colleen. You’ve got the right stuff, a bad old days level of right stuff. The rest of us, we’re great. But we’re just the best at what we do and can do a few other things. You are a freaking honest-to-God life-saving hero.”
“You’ve saved a few lives in your time as well, Doctor,” Colleen smiled, “I should whack you now. But instead I’ll say I’m also a flesh and blood woman who wants your support and comfort and love. You can’t do that for me when you’re groveling in the dust at my feet.”
“Spread for me now, then.”
“Whoa there! Business first, then dessert. There’s Anming,” Colleen said.
“We didn’t hit it off,” reported Zach. “I don’t know why. There didn’t appear to be any interest on her part.”
“How do you figure that?” Colleen asked.
“When she arrived, I asked her to dinner, and she declined,” Zach said. “I’ve called her a few times since then. I’ve left a few voicemails. No response. It seems pretty definite.”
“I don’t get this, because she told me that she told you that she would be ready to get together with you and start figuring things out soon. We actually had a nice thirsty conversation about you at our first face-to-face meeting. I don’t want to gossip. Suffice it to say you made quite an impression. I guess there was a misunderstanding.”
“Why didn’t she want to just go out with me?” asked Zach.
“She’s dealing with medical problems at the moment that are extremely distracting,” Colleen explained. “When she’s out of the woods, I think things will be different. That might take a while, Zach, just to warn you.”
“What kind of medical problems?” asked Zach. “I’m her physician now.”
“Ayana is handling it ably. It’s confidential. She’ll tell you all about it when she’s good and ready,” Colleen assured him. “I’ll encourage her to speak with you during the dry run at the very latest.”
“That would be great.” Now Zach’s interest was piqued, but he understood why, if she was considering him as a potential lover, she wouldn’t want him to know embarrassing things before they’d even had a chance to talk. “Well, I think that’s everyone, he said. “Should we retire to my humble abode? Please? God, I’ll take you right here. I’m so hard for you.”
“I don’t want it like last time. I want it in a bed. Now I know how fucking uncomfortable this desk is.” Colleen came around her desk. “Stand up,” she ordered. Zach stood up, and she got on her knees, unbuckled and unzipped him, and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees. His dick stood at attention, almost straight up. “Now that’s the right way to salute your commanding officer,” she chuckled, and took it into her mouth. She used lots of spit, which was important. Good action with one and sometimes both hands. No throat action, but here she was with a good bit of his dick in her mouth, mouthing and handjobbing it lovingly, and that was plenty exciting. Just that it was her and her beautiful face loving and enjoying his dick here in the semi-darkness of her office, what a sight.
Zach felt the love and emotion in her taking his penis into her mouth and stroking him. He could feel she wanted to satisfy his burning need, wanted to feel his cum, and his body responded. Her fellatio was good and wet and loving, but was gentle teasing compared to the intense throat fuckings he’d started receiving recently. He tensed his hips toward her as she bobbed and teased him further and further up his arc, and soon it reminded him of Colette’s endless edging, it was just not quite getting him there yet, not quite, as he anguished and tensed slowly closer and closer. “AAAAHUHHH!!” he roared as his body spilled over into orgasm. A nice big dollop blasted into Colleen’s mouth. She choked and backed away, laughing and smiling in victory as Zach grabbed the desk to steady himself and huffed and puffed in post-orgasmic bliss, watching her aching beauty as she smiled and looked up at him joyously and lovingly with a bit of cum on her face, looking quite pleased with her work, as well she should be.
“Well done, Sack,” she coughed and laughed, “you got me good.”
“My body is busy making a lot more for you,” he assured her breathlessly.
Colleen stood up. “While you’re doing that,” she said urgently, pulling down her slacks and panties to her ankles, “Finger bang me please.” He lifted her onto his shoulder. “Hmm, okay…” she said. He put one of her feet on the desk so she could spread her legs apart for him. He held her to him and pushed one finger into her wet vulva, exploring. She started quivering. She was already close. He introduced a second finger into her vagina and started to tap gently at the roof and back toward the entrance. Her hips shook. With increasing speed he tapped firmly back as her legs and hips tensed. “Oops, I feel full,” she said.
“Relax,” said Zach, continuing to speed up.
Colleen’s legs tensed, her hips tensed, her back arched, and she screamed, “AAAAA!” as she climaxed, and splashed a bit of wet onto Zach’s palm. They were quiet and still together for a moment. Then he licked the wet off his palm and fingers and gently set her down on her feet. She leaned on her desk and rested a moment, and said, “Thank you, that hit the spot. Did I pee?”
“No, you squirted,” said Zach. “And by the way, thank you for the blowjob.”
“You’re welcome, my pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever done that, squirted I mean.”
“You’ve done it now. Okay, now that we’re both momentarily calm, can I carry you to my place?”
Colleen said, “As to locations, I think it’s a little too risky to flaunt regulations right here in the middle of the airbase, so here’s what I propose. Come to my place. Let me get you my address.” They both started pulling up their pants and arranging themselves. They texted each other their personal contact information. She grabbed something out of a drawer and handed it to Zach. “Here’s one of my garage controls. Drive right in and park on the right. Why don’t you grab your overnight bag and meet me there. Separate cars are good.”
“Thank you. Thank you for inviting me home.” With that Zach took his leave. It was good that she was really letting him into her life. They would have to careful. He actually didn’t know how big a risk they were taking each time they met. Maybe nobody cared. Maybe it was somebody’s job to carefully surveil these things. Maybe she had enemies who wanted to see her sunk.
Half an hour later, Zach parked in Colleen’s garage. The garage door shut behind him, and she came out into the garage and greeted him, all smiles. She was unbuttoning this and that on herself. He jumped out of his car with his bag and they hugged and kissed. “How dangerous is this?” he asked.
“Not very,” she answered. “But we should make an effort.”
“How about you stay over with us? You’d have plausible deniability. Just a big sleepover with the girls.”
“I’ll think about it. I’ve been thinking I’ll talk to the crew about it on our dry run.”
“Why don’t I do it? That way, if we get a no vote, you have plausible deniability.”
“Thank you, but this is something for me to do,” Colleen said. “Now let’s stop solving the world’s problems and start solving my cunt’s problems.” In the kitchen, she dropped her clothes on the floor. She kissed and undressed Zach, doing a rubbing dance in circles around him as she undressed him, leaving his tie, because, she said, “I need something to lead you by.”
For the first time, Zach noticed, “You have a tattoo on your right ass cheek.”
“Yeah, that’s our mission badge. We all got them together after our Mars mission.”
“That’s pretty funny, a bunch of guys getting tattoos on their asses.”
“No, the guys got them on the arm, but Sara and I got them here,” Colleen said, spanking her ass for Zach.
“Why did you two do the ass thing?”
“Well, our official reason was we didn’t want to mess up our arms, because women wear a lot of sleeveless and all that, but the real reason was that we thought the tattoo artist was cute. He had a big beard and was covered in tattoos but was beefy and fit; he was so different from our clean-cut regulation crew. We hadn’t seen a new guy in three years by then, and so we both wanted to show this guy as much of our asses as he would let us, which turned out to be a lot,” she smirked.
“He was nervous with the guys there, so we shooed them away, saying we’d meet them at a nearby bar later. The guy was married, based on the ring he was wearing, but it didn’t slow him down. He ate out Sara until she orgasmed while I jilled. Then he took me in the back and fucked me bareback like a maniac. I still remember the brand new tattoo on my ass stinging as he guiltily pounded the heck out of my cooter. I guess he didn’t entirely trust I was on the pill, because he pulled out right before he came and shot it onto my back. It was dangerous and enormously satisfying.”
Zach lifted up the wild young blonde with a whoop, threw her onto his shoulder, and spanked her mission stamp. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asked. She had him by the tie, so she showed him by pulling on it. Occasional running into walls and giggling ensued, but they made it to the bedroom fairly efficiently, and Colleen was deposited on her lovely queen-sized bed. They rolled around and kissed for a bit. “I believe the prescription read, make me your slave, and make me forget about something, what was it? Forget what it was! For tonight, this is the only room in the universe, all right slave girl?”
“All right,” Colleen smiled.
Soon Zach was facing Colleen on the bed, and she was curled up on her side sucking his dick. He could bend over her back and grab her ass, and spit and run his finger over her puckered anus, and thrust it in. She felt pretty tight. “I have lube, and a… umm… butt plug if you like…”
“You’re not sounding like a slave master…” Colleen chided.
“Unhand me slave, so I can start preparing your ass for whenever I want it,” Zach commanded.
She backed off with a well-behaved grin. Then it turned into a nasty mischievous grin. “You know what? This slave girl has a dirty, dirty butt. And this slave girl wants to be washed out like you washed out the other one. I’ve never gotten one,” she said with a winning smile, and then her smile fading, “Unless it hurts…”
“What, an enema? No, it doesn’t hurt at all, or at least it shouldn’t. If you’re a very, very good slave girl, I’ll do that to you next time. This time we don’t have the materials, unless you happen to have an enema kit,” said Zach. Colleen unsurprisingly shook her head no. He had actually lied, because he didn’t want to derail the proceedings by giving her an enema before they’d even had regular sex on a bed. An enema wasn’t exactly foreplay for most people, and certainly not for him. “I expect it will feel at least sensually good to you, and possibly sexually good. We’ll also need a vibrator. Do you own any vibrators?”
“I own a magic wand, but it is usually too much. Sometimes I put a towel over my cooter and use it. More recently, I bought one of those g-spot vibes. That works pretty well.”
“We can use that one, then. Why don’t you get it out and show me? I’ll go get my bag. He rose and went out to the kitchen to fetch his overnight bag. Sure enough, he had a medium-size butt plug in there as he’d remembered. This would be plenty kinky enough for only their second time together. While he was there, he checked for and found table salt. It would be good to satisfy Colleen’s curiosity next time without having to run to the grocery store in the middle.
When Zach returned with his bag, he saw that Colleen was on the bed using both her hands to press her whirring g-spot vibe to her clitoris, and she was just reaching toward climax. She looked so beautiful. Suddenly her legs kicked back and her hips thrust up and pulsed, and she said “Oh! Uh.”
“Wow, a demonstration and everything. Looks like it works,” said Zach.
She sat up and crossed her legs shyly. “You caught me. While you were away, I was feeling so excited from all the kissing and fingering and sucking your dick and everything, I thought, I’ll just pop myself off in a second or two, but it took longer and you caught me.”
“I’m glad it took longer.” Zach said, and then put her on her knees on the bed, applied ample lube to all relevant surfaces, and gently installed the medium-sized butt plug from his bag into her anus. Then he told her, “Now you can keep giving me a beautiful show, or whatever you want. Slave girl.”
“I want to suck your penis some more, get it nice and hard,” Colleen said, smiling and smacking Zach on the ass.
“Can you vibe yourself while you’re doing me?”
“I don’t have enough hands, but you can,” Colleen said, her deep blue eyes dancing. He allowed her to arrange him on his back in the middle of the bed. Then she handed him the vibe and straddled his chest in reverse cowgirl fashion, her quim giving his chest a wet kiss. Then she bent over and started sucking him, bringing her pink vulva into glorious view along with the black stopper of the butt plug.
Zach switched the g-spot vibe to its middle setting and slowly explored Colleen’s vulva with it. She momentarily lost her bearings with the pleasure of it and then recovered and kept sucking. He probed it gently into her slick, tight vagina and started exploring along the roof of it for any particularly sensitive erogenous structures. He knew he had found a good place when her hips kicked back, tensed, and stayed that way. About a minute later, she took her mouth off his penis and said, “You’re. Ugh! Ugh! Oh! OhGodOhGod.” She put her head down and breathed deeply for a moment as her hips continued to quiver and tense with the stimulation of the vibe and then said, “You can’t keep doing that. I can’t concentrate enough.”
“Okay,” he said, turning off the vibe, causing her hips to immediately settle down, and gently extracting it. Her vulva was too far away from him in this position to reach with his mouth, but he started to play with her with his hands. He started gently rocking the butt plug back and forth to stimulate her anus. At the same time he used his right hand fingers to gently tease her clitoris and generally all over her vulva, exploring. Every bit of her was so beautiful, so ripe.
“Come here,” he asked. She cuddled up against him and kissed him. He tasted his cum in her mouth from the blowjob she’d given him at her office. Her cute blonde bob was getting all wild and messed up, and he loved it. It was so good to relax and hold her close, but he also desperately wanted to smell her and taste her. His cunnilingual exploration of her in her office their first time together had been so brief. He broke the kiss and looked at her, so beautiful and joyous, and said, “I love you,” and kissed her. He got up and washed his hands, then came back to bed.
Zach laid down on the bed with Colleen, and they started kissing. He said, “I want something, slave girl. I want to smell and taste you again.” He kissed his way down her body to her vulva. He breathed in the smell of her. She had that sharp, clean taste of hers, like vitamins and love. She grabbed his hair and guided him, which was good. He started with a soft tongue on her inner lips, hood, and clitoris, and then he licked and sucked more firmly as he found places that were especially sensitive. He started kissing and sucking her clitoral area with a bit of wet and noise too, but that was almost too much. Then sucking and putting a bit of pressure on the whole area while tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue made her pump her hips. She said, “Oh! Fuck!” and shuddered in climax, pulling on his hair as she spasmed. He didn’t mind. He had only gotten a taste of her last time. He had been waiting for this feast.
After 15 minutes, Colleen had whimpered through enough orgasms from his tongue and lips, and she wanted more than Zach’s tongue in her, so he spread lube on his cock and used his cock head to tease her clit and spread lube in and generously around her vulva. He didn’t want to rough her up.
She was spread and looked so beautiful and so ready for him. She stopped his teasing by reaching down herself and guiding him insistently into her. Then they were kissing, and he was opening up her tightness. He had missed but now remembered this special kind of teasing sensation she had, distinct in coupling with her, this insistent feeling that last time had him cumming so long and hard in her. He was ragged from so much sex today, and still, this was the best feeling ever.
Colleen had been teased and vibed and licked aplenty already, so she was tuned to a high pitch to accept Zach’s cock. As he pressed into her hungry puss, she climaxed wetly, “Oh GOD! Oh FUCK! Huh-huh-huh-huh!” and then groaned as he continued to firmly open and straighten her vaginal walls pleasurably until he had her completely and they touched hips. It was good that she had already taken the edge off him with her mouth back in her office. He felt like he could last a long time. He moved in her firmly and slowly, feeling every inch of her slick, hungry quim as he pushed in each time, teasing his head, then including his shaft in the delight, and then stretching her at the end of his reach and feeling her vagina mold and thrill around each thrust.
As he continued, he was goaded by her deliciousness to a faster and faster gallop. As he felt his cum rise in him, his strokes shortened, and Colleen whimpered, “Cum in me… cum in me… oh yeah… DO IT!”
Zach slammed into her, “RRAAAAH!” and he ejaculated on and on.
Colleen screamed her own orgasm, “OH FUCK OH GOD oh fuck…” It felt like the universe, his whole life and soul was being teased out of him by her quivering, pulsing snatch through the tip of his penis. He just kept pulsing and cumming, squirting into her. After the last squirt was delivered, his mind began to clear. His whole body and skin radiated with pleasure as he relaxed into her embrace, bending and showering her face with kisses.
It was already getting late, and so they rested and napped for a while. An hour later, Zach awoke to find Colleen rubbing her lubed-up hands up and down his rapidly hardening cock, and then, before he was fully awake, pushing him onto his back and mounting him cowgirl style. Another surprise was that she had removed the butt plug and was guiding his penis up into her anus. She started riding him anally, pleasuring him up and down slowly and slickly with her sphincter. “My butthole was lonely and wanted you. And you know, my earliest sexual experiences were all up the butt. I’ve been dreaming of you taking me forcefully up the ass for longer than I’d care to admit.”
“Well, then,” said Zach, and rolled over to pin her beneath him. He put her legs together, straddled her, and started ramming his dick to the hilt up her ass with great force and speed. He was already feeling pretty excited to be in her exquisite tight ass, but he had time.
Colleen panted or whimpered with every stroke. “Like remember when we first met and shook hands two years ago?” she whimpered. “That time… oh yeah… distracting... huh! Now this huh! Is huh! So huh! Much huh! BETTER!”
The caress of Colleen’s exquisite anus soon worked its magic on Zach, and he was close and barely holding on. She had been mewing and whimpering incoherently for a while and was reaching for an orgasm herself and getting talkative. “Oh yeah… oh God… oh yeah fuck me I’m your slave, master… oh yeah oh yeah hold on… don’t stop… hold on… almost there… hold on, baby… oh JESUS FUCKING GOD CHRIST.” She spilled over into orgasm. A few pumps later he strained and shot a hot splash of cum deep into her ass with a groan, eliciting an extra whimper as she felt it in their post-coital stillness. Blissfully, he covered her warmly for a long hug.
Then it was a thorough dick washing for Zach and a wipe for Colleen. While he was washing her and himself, she shared, “My early boyfriends were dirty bastards, but I loved them. For some reason, I wanted to save my cooter until I was 18, so I used to tape it over with medical tape so they wouldn’t accidentally on purpose go in there. They would never wash after taking me in the ass. Some of them made me suck my ass juice off their cocks afterwards. Isn’t that gross?”
“It wouldn’t appeal to me unless my partner was turned on by it,” said Zach. “It’s actually not very unsanitary, provided it’s only your own poop you’re putting in your mouth. It’s not impossible, but it’s hard to catch a disease from yourself.”
“It’s not that I even wanted to do it. Of course, if it had visible poop on it I would wipe it with a towel first, but you know, I was a kid, and they were maybe 15 to 20 years older than me and very dominant. I was lucky to get enough spit or lube on my butthole from them to start me off right. But I was innocent and thought it was all the best thing ever at the time, of course.”
They returned to bed, turned off the lights, and settled down for the night. Zach, exhausted, fell asleep immediately. What Colleen didn’t know yet and would soon discover was that his body was now accustomed to having three or four women during the night. From all their play, her healthy scent was thick in the room. After a couple of hours, he woke up desperate with an erection. It was pitch dark, and he reached out and grabbed an available girl before he’d even remembered he was not in Alexis’s bed with his usual delectable assortment of naked women.
Zach wasn’t really thinking at all yet, but the back of his mind thought it was Alexis, because she was the same basic size and shape as Colleen. The girl was plenty wet, and without hesitation he speared the probable Alexis to the hilt with abandon, spreading her insides open deftly and forcefully with his raging boner, just the way Alexis liked it best. The thought crossed his mind that she was especially tight and taut tonight, how exciting! As he awakened further, he realized the girl under him had just squalled, “Woof! Oh! Oh God!” in an almost frightened voice that was not Alexis’s.
The cry stopped Zach and startled him to full wakefulness and the realization that he was in Colleen’s vagina in Colleen’s bed in Colleen’s house with Colleen's scent all around him. Instantly the deliciousness of waking up balls deep inside a surprised Colleen, whatever the circumstances, struck him with delicious erotic force. In his sleep, he had spread her legs up and wide and pinioned them there with his arms. He had also moved forward to a crouch above her, her hips held nearly vertical. He was thrust to the hilt straight down into her. This was Alexis’s favorite position for their middle-of-the-night antics. In the stillness of their mutual moment of shock, her slick, shuddering, and thoroughly stretched twat twisted and teased him mercilessly.
Colleen broke Zach’s reverie by shouting, “Don’t stop now Zach!” He roused and immediately resumed his fast, firm, animal rutting of her, sweet Colleen. She cried out, half asleep herself, screamed out all her breath as he pounded her, “YES!! Oh Zach Oh God kill me Oh God yes that giant dick oh god oh yes oh god take me oh god!” and then a deafening howl as she came, “WAAAAAAH!!” She was an enormously controlled woman, and now, in this moment of bliss and complete intimacy they were sharing, she had gained the freedom to be completely out of control. Raging delight bathed his soul at this as his dick continued relentlessly spearing her to the bed, his whole body pounding her.
Zach redoubled his speed and shortened his strokes deep in Colleen’s yearning cunny, his orgasm galloping up on him. She felt his ending strokes and wailed, “Yes! Yes! Yesssss! I’m ready! Oh fuck! In me! Zach!! OH GOD DO IT!” She shuddered in crisis under him.
At that moment, Zach strained in simultaneous orgasm, “RRAAAA!!” A nice batch of piping hot cum from his recuperated body smacked into her, several squirts surging hotly into every nook and cranny of her cunny and soul.
Then, as quickly as it had started, Zach slipped deftly out, as he exited patting a hand towel he had stockpiled before sleep over Colleen’s surprised yet thoroughly pleasured hole. He snuggled to her side, already half asleep. By the time she regained her senses, he was already asleep with cute snores with his hand on the towel blotting her confused snatch. It was not a dream; he was really there in her bed.
A few hours later, Zach’s mostly sleeping hand automatically found what it now correctly identified as a sleeping Colleen: especially yummy. The hand towel flew somewhere, and squish, he plowed all the way up the sleeping mission commander’s slick dreaming quim in a single stroke and then started charging as he covered her. She was slightly more disoriented than last time and began animal whimpers of pleasure even before she awakened to his muscular chest rippling above her as he sprinted inside her, and the impending rush of her own climax consumed her, forcing her to expel her overbrimming pleasure with an animal sound. The sprint continued, him raging with boiling lust for her as he plowed her, in ever deeper and shorter strokes, until he howled and filled her, slipped out with the warm pat of a towel, and cuddled into slumber.
At 6 AM, Zach woke up urgent next to Colleen, lubed up his cock, rolled her onto her tummy, and speared her in the anus as she was awakening. Then he thrust into her firmly with long strokes as she whimpered in pleasure with each stroke. It was nice, long, sedate lovemaking compared to his usual urgent morning sprints. As it continued, it got to the point where she might orgasm and wanted to orgasm from it, and she started speaking up, “Yeaaaah…. yeaaaah… don’t stop…” He grabbed her firmly near the scalp by her now wildly messed up short blonde hair and pulled her head back toward him, causing her entreaties to go up a notch, “YeaaaAH!... yeaaaAH!... fuck my poot you bastard... finish me... don’t stop... hold on baby baby baby OH GOD OH FUCK! I’m fucking… CUMMING!” she screeched as she reached her crescendo.
Then Zach joined her, “AHHRRR!!” and with elemental levels of satisfaction emptied his brimming balls, prostate, and seminal vesicles deep into Colleen’s quivering rectum.
After a short enjoyment of the afterglow, they rose. Zach went to wash his dick, and Colleen followed him into the shower, took the warm soapy washcloth from his hands, knelt in front of him, and lovingly washed off his cock and balls. “This is great,” he said. “Nobody has ever done this for me before.” After that, they got dressed, had breakfast together, and he left in his car. She left a discreet amount of time later.
(To be continued)
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16: Tuesday, July 14, 1145 hours CST: Khushi's Final Insemination
The Mars Colony Mission One crew was due to spend a week in orbit starting the next day. They would stay on what was termed the "dry run vehicle", which was a partially built version of the interplanetary vehicle they would be rendezvousing with and traveling from Earth to Mars in. The dry run vehicle had a functioning living space that was virtually identical to the interplanetary vehicle, but the dry run vehicle had only thrusters to keep it in a good stable orbit. It lacked, among other things, the second fusion bottle and the ion engine the fully functioning vehicle had. The dry run vehicle was a backup vehicle that could be quickly completed and used if something bad happened to the one working interplanetary vehicle, but otherwise it stayed in orbit and was used for training purposes.
Of the women Zach was currently planning on seeing today, Charisse was probably busiest, having many flats of live seedlings to load onboard the excursion vehicle today. Next busiest were the engineers, Berte and Khushi, who were dealing with last minute items that needed to be transported into orbit to the dry run vehicle to keep it in good working order. The scientist, Michaela, and the geologist, Alexis, were as busy as he was today, so not very.
Zach had an easy workday today. Doctors from a nearby hospital had been called in to handle his patients from this morning through the end of the dry run a week from now. His medical supplies for the dry run had been gathered and packaged a couple of weeks ago. They were already stowed onboard the excursion vehicle, which, along with its booster stage, was already on the launch pad. All he had to do between now and launch was report to the astronaut area two hours before launch, which was noon tomorrow. All, that is, unless there was a medical emergency requiring his expertise before noon tomorrow.
As a result, he had been taking a nap since he arrived at his room on base at 9:30 AM. To his credit, he had texted Charisse and asked whether he could help before starting his nap, but she texted no, and furthermore, she would probably not be showing up for their foursome at noon, but would certainly see him that evening. This upset Zach more than it should have considering the agenda of women he was facing. So his alarm woke him at a quarter to noon, and he spent the fifteen minutes tidying the place before the arrival of the Breeding Bitches, or at least two of the three.
Sure enough, only Alexis and Michaela showed up at noon. The three of them had a glorious time as usual. While the two women sucked and licked each other’s pussies, Zach first enjoyed and came in Michaela’s ass and then enjoyed Alexis in the ass and came again. The whole time, Alexis was trying to pry out of him who he had slept with last night, but he would not spill the beans, saying that she should be patient, and that she would know soon enough. Alexis knew this meant it had to be Colleen, but he would not confirm or deny her suspicion. Michaela complained that Alexis had been using her mouth more to pry information from Zach and less to get her off, so as a punishment, they made Alexis climb underneath them and lick Michaela’s clit while Zach screwed her pussy doggy style and came in her. Michaela had several loud, wet orgasms from this activity and was thereby satisfied. Order having been restored to the universe, the three of them showered and dressed, and the two women left. He slept for the remaining 90 minutes before Khushi was to arrive.
Khushi arrived right on time at 3 PM. As soon as he opened the door, she kissed him passionately and felt his crotch, tupperware container still grasped in her other hand. Zach fumbled to close the door while holding her and kissing her. She looked horny, and had obviously missed him, even though they’d met for sex only two days ago. She gave him her mom’s special pastry intended to boost his virility, and while he was eating that, she unbuttoned his shirt and then rubbed his chest hungrily and sucked his pink nipples a bit. After finishing the pastry, he asked her, “Why have you been so hard to reach? I was barely able to arrange this time with you, and you didn’t return any of my calls.”
“I’ve wanted to stay in touch, Zachary,” Khushi said with emotion. “Let’s talk about it later.” Then she fairly ripped open her blouse, popped her bra straps off her shoulders, and wrestled her big, beautiful bronze knockers out for him to contemplate. He knew she was trying to deflect and end the conversation. He was past caring, as he helplessly leaned in and gorged himself on her bountiful titties and especially their dark brown nipples. They ended up on the bed laying side by side, with him suckling her breasts, switching back and forth from time to time. She said, “Zachary, my breasts feel very sensitive right now. Maybe I’m pregnant.”
“Khushi my darling, mmm… that would be so great!” managed Zach between urgent mouthfuls.
“But then you’d stop trying to get me pregnant.”
“It doesn’t mean I’d to stop making love to you. I’ll never stop making love to you unless you want me to stop. I’m available as often as you want.”
Khushi didn’t respond to this, and instead, kissed Zach fiercely. She unzipped his pants and reached into his boxer briefs to lovingly stroke his awakening penis. Slowly, though it had already seen much work that day, it uncoiled and sprung to life. He reached up her skirt and into her panties to find her slick with wet, not surprisingly. He made a move to slide down the bed so he could smell her and eat her out, but she stopped him, saying, “I want you close. I want to see your handsome face while you make love to me, my Zachary, my darling.”
Zach tongue wrestled with Khushi and reached into her panties. When he felt his fingers were slick enough, he finger banged her with two fingers, making a come hither motion with the pads of his fingers on the roof of her vagina near the front, as he was inclined to do. She rolled over onto her back and spread and raised her knees slightly in response to this stimulation. He paused kissing her to kiss her neck gently and romantically and kiss and give a suckle to each of her yummy breasts, and he could feel her hips buck when she did this. Her nipples were sensitive.
Khushi gave off kissing Zach and panted and swore in Hindi as she neared orgasm from his coaxing fingers. He switched to suckling her right breast, opening his mouth wide as possible and almost inhaling it, as people have the primal instinct to do. Immediately, she stopped swearing in Hindi and huffed out in English, “Suck my milk!” and her hips and whimpers became especially urgent. And then a moment later, she emitted a high pitched squeal of orgasm. He could feel her slick vagina clip his fingers hard: pulse, pulse, pulse. They kissed passionately as she relaxed into her afterglow.
Khushi rolled Zach onto his back, pulled down his pants, and lustily and deliciously squished her knockers around his penis. “Do you want my specialty?” she teased.
“It’s not a question of ‘want'. I want all of you every time I see you. I want to give you the baby we want to raise together. After that, I want to spray your tits and face with my semen. I want to have you in the ass. I want to have you standing up with one of your legs on my shoulder. There’s so many things I want,” Zach enthused.
“You want to have my ass, as in put your cock my hole for shit?” Khushi teased with mock indignation, “This must be why they call you Big Dog; you’re dirty like a dog.”
“Haven’t you ever had anal sex?” asked Zach.
“Men have asked me. I’ve always refused. Wouldn’t you get a disease? Have you done this to women?” Khushi was full of questions.
“Disease, no. Unlikely. And yes, I have done it with several women, having generally positive results,” admitted Zach. “I follow the rules of the anal snails: go slow and use lots of lube. Some women don’t care for it. Others are neutral. Some women have orgasms from anal intercourse. Some women even prefer anal sex.”
“You’re a dirty dog,” Khushi scolded him mildly. She stood up and pulled off her panties while Zach watched with interest. Then she walked over to Zach’s bedside table, got the mineral lube, and stood over his face while she oiled up her bottom for him and especially between her cheeks. In the semidarkness, he could see her vulva open and wet as she spread the oil on her increasingly shiny backside. She certainly enjoyed teasing the hell out of her lovers. Then she stepped back and sat her butt down on his stiff penis, pinning it to his tummy, and slid her pucker up and down it, her ass cheeks pleasuring him slickly. “Does it excite you to rub against my virgin shit hole Zachary?”
“Yessss…” Zach whimpered, “You’re going to make me cum soon.” Khushi stood up. Popping unexpectedly out of his near orgasmic haze, he blurted helplessly, “Oh, you stopped!”
“First you need to inseminate me, then we’ll play,” insisted Khushi. Zach stripped the rest of the way and went and washed off his cock as a precaution. When he turned around, she was also fully nude. She was a siren of curvy bronze delight, laying on her side on the bed looking toward him, a Gauguin painting, colorful and exotic.
He joined Khushi on the bed. She rubbed lube on his penis and then mounted him cowgirl, as she liked best. She sighed with pleasure as she slid down onto his cock, and at the bottom, she muttered something to herself in Hindi. Then she rode him tantalizingly, mindful that he was already close. Zach made up his mind to flip her and finish as soon as she was close. Until then, he had to hold on while this magnificent beauty tortured him with pleasure while exciting herself. She didn’t slide up and down, just rocked her hips slightly with him balls deep in her, stretching and rubbing her favorite places while denying him the terrible pleasure of pushing into her. “Say when you can cum,” he whimpered.
“You like the woman’s pleasure, don’t you Zach? You like it very much. You’re so sweet that way.”
“Also… hrrrrr… yes! But also good for getting pregnant.”
“I’m getting closer, Zachary… a little more… a little more… I think… I think I’m almost…”
Zach flipped Khushi over desperately and pounded her. Eight strokes in, she came with a deafening scream. Two strokes later, he followed her with a tiger’s roar. They cuddled close in the following silence, panting. “That was intense,” he wheezed. She made to pull off of him, but he pinned her and pounded her, at first slowly, churning and slopping his semen in her.
Zach grabbed Khushi by the rump with both hands, both legs already pinned up above her head. As he moved in her now with a clearer mind, he played with her oily anus, and then inserted a finger in it. This finger hold allowed him the grip to fuck her harder, which felt good. His finger could feel his penis sliding in and out of her vagina. She wanted to ride, so they flipped over so that she was on top. This time, she got a good long ride on him. The better part of an hour later, glowing, having had countless deep orgasms from surrendering to the pressure, stretching, and slick stimulation of his cock as she rode him, she was glowing. She welcomed him rolling her over to sprint to his finish and inject another dollop of semen deep into her pulsing insides.
Zach rolled himself and Khushi onto their sides and asked her, “Did you like it when I touched your other hole?”
“It was interesting. It wasn’t bad. I felt like I was going to release something into the bed from there, which was an embarrassing feeling, but then I thought, wait, your finger is blocking it.”
“That’s how it feels, because you only associate your anus opening with having a BM,” explained Zach, “As you get used to using it for other purposes, you’ll get used to that feeling and you’ll know you aren’t going to leak.”
“I’ve had men finish in my bottom crack before. This when I was on my period or some other reason why I didn’t want to lay with them in the normal way, and they wanted to lay me down and push somewhere and feel like they were really having me in some way, I suppose. Sometimes you men can’t be satisfied without laying down and pushing somewhere.”
“True that,” concurred Zach. “So, when will I see you again? You’ll be on the night shift on the dry run, correct? I’m awake and can meet with you during your 2 PM to 6 PM recreation period, or you can come and wake me up at the end of your day between 2 AM and 6 AM.”
Khushi pulled off Zach’s softening dick, caught the overflow of semen with a towel, and sat apart from him on the bed. “I have some things to work out with Ayana,” she admitted. “She wants us to be exclusive except for the insemination part. No recreational sex with you.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“I feel like I want to keep seeing you, but she believes that I only go with men because I was taught that sex with women was wrong and so I sort of settled into my societal role without knowing my true self. She doesn’t want me to associate with you because she says I need to stop entirely with men for a while to be clear-headed and see the truth for myself.”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know what to think. I love her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, raise children with her. She knows more about being a lesbian than I do. I figure I should probably at least try out what she says, give it a chance. This is why I didn’t call you back. I’m so sorry I snubbed you, Zachary. You see my predicament.”
“Isn’t it a little bit early in your relationship to be laying down such consequential rules? You’ve only known each other a few days, less than a week.”
“I know that I love her with all my heart, Zach. We’re serious about each other, and Ayana makes the point that this is what serious couples do. We’ll still be friends,” Khushi assured him, “If I’m not pregnant yet, we’ll be together anyway in four weeks, three weeks now. I’ll also be there when you impregnate Ayana, to help her. After only a few months, the experiment will be over. Either I’ll still definitely want men or I won’t. At this point, I feel certain it’s the former, but Ayana assures me that she has seen plenty of women like me who spend years of suffering going between men and women before they realize the truth about themselves. I believe her. She gave me a book by one of them. Either way, I’ll know more about myself, and we can renew our close friendship either as platonic friends or romantic ones. So you see Zachary, this isn’t about excluding you. It’s about finding my place in the world so that I don’t ever have to suffer from that ignorance.”
“I understand now, and the last thing I want is for you to suffer,” said Zach. “I’ll support you for as long as you need. If you want to get romantic again or just stay friends after that, I want what’s best for you because you’re living your best life.” He would not mention that he was falling in love with her. He wasn’t a baby. He didn’t need to put his stuff over on this precious, struggling woman.
“You have all these other women to woo in the meantime anyway, eh? If I do decide to come back, I just hope there’s anything left of you by then to come back to.”
“True, but they’re not you,” said Zach. “I want you to know you’re special to me.”
“I know you care deeply about all of us Zachary, as you will doubly for all our children. That’s one quality that makes you such a wonderful, worthy man.” As he was standing there trying to take in this wonderful compliment, Y chromosome thoughts burned unbidden in his brain, I won’t have those glorious, bountiful, beautiful titties to suck anymore. Hopefully this would all be resolved in nine months so that he could take her up on her offer to suckle milk out of them. Damn you, Y chromosome.
“Oh, Zachary, you look so unhappy, like someone just stole your favorite toy and you’re trying not to cry,” said Khushi. “I know what you’re going to miss,” she teased, hefting one bountiful knocker in each hand and moving them up and down as if she were weighing them. God damn women, he thought. They are mind readers. It simply wasn’t fair.
“Well, they’re not quite out of your grasp yet, are they?” Khushi taunted with a naughty smile. “I’m feeling plenty warm with your semen down below. Would you like to feel bliss between my breasts and ejaculate on them as well?”
Moments later, Khushi sat on the edge of the bed holding her slick, oiled up titties together firmly as Zach stood between her legs and plowed his penis blissfully in long strokes between them. It felt so wonderful. So wonderful. Tears sprung up in his eyes and rolled out, and immediately She cooed and hugged him to her by his ass, and he stopped pumping, let go of her hair, and cuddled her head to him instead. And he just cried there for a while. He wasn’t sure if he was crying because she would be out of his life for the time being or because the prospect of never again having these gorgeous firm bronze gazongas around his dick was unbearable. It was probably a good amount of both. “Oh Zachary, I hate to see you in such pain. Surely it couldn’t hurt for me to let you satisfy your cock in my bosom any time you need. It’s pure giving.”
Zach groaned internally that to retain his self-respect, he just had to be decent. “You can’t do that, Khushi. You can’t keep a toe in the water if you want to really find out. Otherwise, you’ll always wonder, which would be worse than never having done the experiment.”
“Zach, you’re so noble,” said Khushi, and squished her breasts together and rubbed his penis slickly between them. He was immediately compelled to grab her hair and start pumping like crazy between her salacious knockers. He mused that she truly believed her compliment, and the truth of it gave her a bigger thrill from her ability to seduce him anyway. That was the last coherent thought he had before bursting into tears and being overcome by the pleasure of thrusting his cock between her tits, right toward her goddess face.
He was helplessly raging toward orgasm, his strokes quickening and shortening, and then, “AAAHUGH!” His first strand laid almost straight up her face. It started at her chin, crossed her succulent mouth, went partly into and up the left side of her nose, right between her eyes, with the remainder splashed into her hair and beyond. The other strand hit and coated the bottom of her chin and was dribbling in streaks down onto her breasts.
“Let me get that,” Zach offered, grabbing a towel.
“You were wonderful!” Khushi enthused. “You covered me in semen! And after so many times! You’re such a powerful stallion,” she groaned longingly. She was starting to tear up.
“Don’t you start crying too,” said a teary Zach, trying to pick the sticky cum out of her hair with the towel. She would have to shower here before going home to Ayana. But she would have had to shower the stink of him off herself anyway before going home to Ayana.
“I know what we should do,” said Khushi mischievously, “This is my last chance to lose my anal virginity. I want to feel how it feels, Zach. I want you to take my bottom for your pleasure.”
Again, Zach felt the shitty weight of being a good guy. “Your first anal intercourse shouldn’t be a quick thing, Khushi. Ideally, it’s a slow progression. For example, I’ve already moved you along today by putting my finger into your anus while having you, and you were intrigued by that, which is a great result, and plenty for today. Even if it’s done very carefully, attempting the whole thing hastily is a recipe for a painful experience that leaves you never wanting to try anal sex again. I would never do that to you.”
“The way you talk about it, I’m glad I never tried it before now. Those other men were ready to just spit on it and forge ahead. I’m so glad I didn’t let them.”
“Well, you might have not hated it, but the results would have been very haphazard. But listen, Khushi. Ayana can take your anal virginity for you. There are such things as strap-on dildos.”
Khushi groaned. “Ayana has tried to make love to me sometimes with one of those, but it’s cold. Either that, or it starts warm and cools down, which is weirder. It hasn’t excited me. Ayana tells me it’s just a sign that I’m a true lesbian. I’m not sure it means anything other than I don’t like cold plastic shoved into my yoni.”
They showered at the same time, because Zach had three working showers in his building. They dressed. And then held each other and kissed goodbye. They kissed and kissed. Finally, Khushi said, “Maybe this exclusivity is not what I want. I feel like I would be missing out. I’m going to talk to Ayana about it.”
“If I don’t hear from you, I’ll assume you’ve stuck with plan A.”
“I’ll let you know for certain either way. We’re colleagues. It’s impossible for us to have no contact, whatever Ayana thinks best.” With that, Khushi, sexy Khushi, left and shut the door behind her.
(To be continued)
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17: Tuesday, July 14, 1800 hours CST: Berte's Ordinary Date
By the time Khushi had left, it was time for Zach to get ready for his date with Berte. He put on a fancy suit and a nice matching tie. He had barely enough time to get over to Berte’s room to pick her up.
Berte greeted Zach at her door, looked him in the eyes, and said, “A few more things.” She was wearing a thigh length black dress that gripped her short body and voluptuous breasts and hips tightly. The front of her dress had an oval cutout below the neck. Through it he had a bulging, tantalizing peek at her ample D-cup cleavage. His eyes locked on that feature, and he felt his cock pressurize in his pants. She slipped on black flats. She ran into her bathroom and fussed with her makeup. He was mesmerized by her naked back and the slight wiggle of her ass as she fussed in the mirror. She grabbed her black clutch and was ready. “How do you like my dress?” she asked.
Zach texted her five eggplant emojis and five hearts.
“Speechless, huh?” Berte texted. “Alexis helped me buy it today.”
“I was in a rush today because of my work.”
“She measured me and we picked the dress on a website.”
“She drove to the store and bought it for me.”
“She’s so sweet!”
“Thank God for Alexis,” said Zach. “She’s a gift.”
“That’s a good idea,” texted Berte.
“You talk and I’ll text.”
“You’re too slow at texting.”
“I’ll talk,” replied Zach. “Except emojis.” He sent Berte another eggplant and heart. They drove in his car to Mercutio’s. He had reserved a booth in the back for an intimate dinner. “My idea for tonight was to take you on a regular date I would take any girlfriend on. But you’re much more special than a regular girlfriend to me, my love.”
“Would this be a regular fourth date? This is our fourth,” Berte texted.
“We spent the night together on our first date,” Zach said. “That usually doesn’t happen until the third date or later.”
“Okay, so this is like a sixth date,” Berte texted.
“Our relationship is moving faster than that,” said Zach. “Tenth date, at least.”
“I like it!” texted Berte. As they ordered, the waiter discreetly checked her out. Once the waiter left, Zach scooted up close to her and they tussled, lips locked, tongues lashing, and hands roving. Their food arrived. As they were eating their food, her curves and cleavage mesmerized him. She looked off into the distance or at her plate. It was quiet between them, which he found very refreshing. Usually dates were a storm of chatter. He sat and stared openly with amazement and joy at this luscious young woman as she looked around.
After Mercutio’s, they went to The Ziggurat, a dance club that played soft jazz. There were only a few couples dancing. They took a few turns on the dance floor. They sat and texted. It was perfect. Zach didn’t want to talk over the music any more than Berte did. A man came up to her and asked her to dance. She looked at Zach. He nodded, so she got up and danced with the man. Zach got excited watching her sway to the music. Her breasts and hips moved sinuously, and he watched the muscles in her back work as she danced. She was some serious eye candy. It was hard to enjoy the sight of her fully while dancing up close to her. Watching her, he knew why the man was compelled to ask her to dance. She was mesmerizing. During the next song, another man cut in to dance with her, and after that song, another. At the end of the third song, she returned to the table.
The living room of Zach’s apartment had ceiling to floor windows. A beautiful high rise view of downtown Houston was laid out before them. “I know I’m not supposed to take people here,” he said. “I wanted this to be what I would customarily do on a date so that you can learn more about me.” He sat with Berte on his couch. They looked at the lights of the city. They kissed passionately. He offered her sparkling cider and cookies, but nothing stronger, since they were launching tomorrow. As they kissed, Zach took the straps off Berte’s shoulders. He unclasped her bra in the front, and released her beautiful boobs. They were big D’s for such a short woman. She was stocky, fit, and curvy, so they looked perfect for her body. As he released them, they sprung high and firm. He was reminded of how young this accomplished scientist actually was, only 22 years old.
He was jarred a bit when she spoke up with her voice. She asked, “Is this when you’d like me to give you an eye job again?” She was asking if she should make eye contact with him as they'd discussed.
“This would be a great time to do it, and to speak versus text as well. I had a great time watching you in this beautiful dress at the restaurant and the dance place. You make me hard, Berte.” Zach got on his knees in front of her on the couch and spread her legs. She was wearing black panties. They looked into each other’s eyes. Every once in a while she would blink, turn away, and look into his eyes again. When not busy kissing, her mouth was twisted up in what he interpreted as a look of excitement. He sucked a good bit of her left breast into his mouth.
She cried out, “It’s hard to… I’m excited, Zach, my lover. You like them? My breasts? Oh! Feels good!”
Zach, mouth buried in tit and sucking hard, gave Berte a thumbs up and closed his eyes in enjoyment. They stayed that way for a while, in a hug, with eyes closed, him suckling, her cradling his head. He spent ten minutes nursing on each breast and relaxing completely against her. She was calm while holding him close. It was sensual bliss for them. He roused and unlatched when he felt done. He told her, “I’ve been waiting to do that since the moment we met. It seemed like something always came up to distract me.”
“Your penis! HAH!” giggled Berte.
“Good one!” said Zach. He knelt on the floor between Berte’s legs and hugged her legs.
“Is it customary to suck a woman’s breasts on the tenth date?” Berte asked.
“I don’t schedule it that exactly. It’s something I like to do. It’s not a planned thing. I feel shy about it. I won’t do it unless I feel comfortable with the woman. How has the evening been for you so far?” asked Zach.
“Good!” Berte said, and then texted, “It was challenging at the dance place.”
“It’s so wonderful to see what you’re used to.”
“It tells me things about your personality.”
“Dancing with those strangers was challenging.”
“I was giving them eye contact so they wouldn’t get nervous.”
“I think one thought I was flirting with him.”
“His hand got lower and lower and touched my bottom”
“during the second dance.”
“I didn’t know what else to do,”
“so I moved a bit away from him.”
“I didn’t see that,” Zach said. “Did he frighten you?”
“No. I think he was trying to please me.”
“That’s an improvement over men in the past.”
“He had a kind look,” Berte texted.
“Men desire you Berte. A man would have to be dead to not want you desperately,” Zach said.
“That may be true at a distance,” Berte conceded by text,
“But then they start trying to talk to me.”
“They don’t want me for a girlfriend anymore.”
“Since I turned 18, I’ve been interested in having a boyfriend.”
“I feel very attracted to boys.”
“Lucky me,” said Zach when he read this.
Berte continued by text, “I want to have babies and raise a family.”
“However, men before you haven’t been interested in being my boyfriend.”
“Their loss,” said Zach. “I’m so happy we’re together. I love you so much.”
Berte looked straight into Zach’s eyes and enthused with her speaking voice, “Me too!”
From his position sitting between Berte’s legs, Zach reached gently for her panties. He pulled them down and off. He folded them, always the orderly surgeon, and put them on the coffee table. She was wet and open, and her blonde muff was standing at attention. In sympathy, he felt his cock come to full attention in his pants. He hiked up her dress and nuzzled her unruly blonde pudendum fur. He huffed her marvelous scent like a bear at a honey tree. Her smell was wonderful. She smelled like teriyaki steak, and aircraft, and rich earth. She smelled like excitement and anticipation, too, and a healthy dose of absolutely irresistible. With a loving touch, he spread her legs out on the couch and gently rubbed her inner thighs. He licked her yummy open wet vulva. Immediately she made a sound that suggested she thought this was a good idea too. She tasted even better than she smelled. She breathed deeply into her pleasure as he licked and kissed here and there on her vulva. She grabbed his hair, reproducing the way he had grabbed hers with high pressure but no pain. It felt wonderful to him as he was licking. He remembered licking her that one previous time in her room on base; she liked horizontal licks across her hood. He brushed the top of her clitoris with the slick bottom of his tongue and licked in horizontal strokes. She grunted and bucked gently toward his mouth. He slowly moved down to directly stimulate her clitoris with the smooth side of his tongue. As she grew more excited, he switched to the rough side of his tongue. The bucking quickly became more and more pronounced until she was grinding her vulva with abandon on his mouth. She climaxed explosively and shook with a “haaAAH!” He softened his tongue and explored her newly. The only previous time he had gotten his mouth on her, he’d only licked her to one solid orgasm. They had been pressed for time. This time he lavished his oral attentions on her. He brought her to half a dozen ever more excited orgasms. Finally, she couldn’t take any more and backed away from his tongue.
Zach was urgent from smelling and tasting Berte for this nice long time and witnessing her rapturous orgasms. He hastily pulled off his shoes, pants, and boxer briefs. He lifted her off the top of the couch and put her on the seat. He lubed up his cock from the bottle on the side table, and speared her urgently. She was folded up on herself in the soft couch while he pounded down into her. His forehead rested on the back of the couch. He saw the strain of pleasure on her face. He watched her breasts galloping with every thrust. He thirstily inhaled the smell of new spicy wet wafting up out of her from his churning thrusts. He reveled in the feel of his hips smacking at the taut excitement between her legs. Her sweet young near-virgin quim clipped his penis slickly and with amazement. She whimpered up to her orgasm, “Huh… huh… huh… huh… AAAAAHUH!” He pounded into her relentlessly. He already felt his excitement building. He was hoping to be able to wait until her next climax. He wanted to ejaculate into her while she was sucking it in hard. It was wonderful to see the sweet innocent girl so transformed. The pearlescent skin of her face, neck, and chest flushed with a rosy blush. Her enigmatic smile had turned into a whimpering grimace of lusty excitement. “Zach! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Ah... huh... huh!” She looked up at him with her bright sky blue eyes, and they locked eyes as she came, “AAAAHUH!!!”
Holding eye contact, Zach followed, “RAHHHH!” Aftershocks shook Berte’s body like a rag doll as his cum poured into her. They strained eye to eye and cock buried in vagina, locked. As they relaxed together into stillness, her eyes looked sharply away and closed. “Do you believe I love you?” Zach asked.
“Yes,” Berte said simply. She resumed that Mona Lisa grin of hers, picked up her phone, and tapped away. “I’ve made several innovations,” she texted. Zach slid out his softening cock. He put a hand towel on her opening to staunch the flow of cum.
“I’ve been teaching myself to climax noisily.”
“Since I made noise when you made love to me and we liked it.”
“Plus Alexis told me you seem to like talking and noise a lot.”
“I’ve been using Jill to practice getting noisy.”
“Alexis taught me that men like to hear their name, so I did that this time.”
“Alexis taught me it helps nice men like you to say ‘yes,’ so that you know I want it.”
“But I lost my senses and had to cum.”
“But it felt right to scream really a lot those times.”
“I remembered to look at your eyes to make you climax in me.”
“It felt powerful, seducing you with my eyes.”
“Was it a good eye job for you?”
“Your eye job made me cum really hard!” Zach said, reading Berte’s sweet text messages. He looked at her beautiful glowing face as she was still looking comfortably at her phone. “I love looking straight into each other’s eyes as we orgasm together,” he added. Her eyes flickered up momentarily to meet his then returned to her screen. He asked her, “How did you like the licking? We had time for me to do a good job.”
Berte texted, “The cunnilingus was a brand new thrill and good the time before.”
“This time it was the best thing ever!” Some emojis followed this.
“I went up and up and up and up.”
“It may even be better than fucking!”
“But they’re so different, and they each have their fine qualities.”
“I’m afraid poor Jill is a pale comparison.”
Zach said. “Now you know why men love your deep throat and your boob jobs so much. There’s nothing to compare to oral. And sadly there are no Jills for men. We only have our hand. It’s fine, but a good blowjob is infinitely better. Fucking is better than blowjobs, I think, but like you said, each has its unique and wonderful qualities.”
Carefully unpacking Zach’s barking sounds into intelligible language and absorbing it, Berte returned to her smartphone. “I asked Alexis ‘what else?’”
“She said you should take my anal virginity next.”
“I said no way and she said yes way.”
“I put my finger in there once when I saw some gross and impossible porn.”
“I checked, and my anus is too small for Jill.”
“Ergo, I am way too small for a your penis.”
“I concluded that some women have giant anuses. Anii?”
“Anuses,” said Zach as he read.
Berte looked worried yet determined and texted, “Alexis said don’t worry, it will work.”
“I was in good hands with you.”
“So take my anal virginity please.”
“She said men like it a lot.”
“I want to give you pleasure with my tight virgin anus,” she concluded earnestly. She gave him steamy eye contact to emphasize her point then looked sharply away.
Zach stopped talking and texted his response, “I feel how earnestly you want to please me.”
“It fills me with joy.”
“Attempting anal sex for the first time”
“ideally is a gradual process”
“that insures your comfort and pleasure.”
“We should not rush into it.”
“I have some things for you.”
Zach went into his bedroom. A minute later he emerged holding a butt plug and a tube of surgical lubricant. He gave both to Berte. Surgical lubricant was too slippery for good sex. It was perfect for situations like this where people were trying to get comfortable.
He texted her some more, “I want you to play with your anus by yourself first.”
“Use your fingers and Jill when and how you want to.”
“Wash Jill off very completely with soap afterwards.”
“Keep a good grip on her.”
“Next use this butt plug.”
“Use a lot of lube with everything involving your butt.”
“If you use up this tube of lube doing that,”
“it’s probably enough lube.”
Zach switched to speaking to show Berte how to use the butt plug. “You push the butt plug in gently and it catches on your anus here, see? And this part keeps it from getting lost in your butt. You wouldn’t believe how much doctor time is spent fetching lost things out of people’s butts. Tonight, I’ll play with your butt with my fingers. You can experience how it feels when someone else plays with it. Play with it yourself, like my text messages say. When you come to me wearing the butt plug, I’ll know you’re ready for the next step. Oh, and Google ‘anal safety snails’ and read that comic.”
Listening to and unpacking his words carefully, Berte texted, “Goody! Homework!”
“I’m good at homework.”
“I still want to suck your cock.”
“You can have fun playing with my butt”
“more or less like I’d planned.”
“I like it when plans work.”
“I want you having the best orgasm in your life”
“while you are fucking passionately deep in my butt.”
“Maybe next time.”
“I wanted it tonight because”
“I love it the most when you”
“have the best pleasure with me.”
“That’s when I know and trust my love is being effective,” she texted.
“I’ll experiment with myself, as you say.”
“I’m not a theorist, but”
“perhaps I’ll find some of the other six dimensions in my butt.”
“That’s a Physics joke, haha.” Some emojis followed this.
“I’ve been thinking and planning”
“what I want to ask for.”
“What I want especially for myself,” she concluded.
“So one part you want is the anus play, I understand,” said Zach. “Anything else?”
Berte texted, “I already told you: sucking your cock!”
“I guess you were distracted”
“thinking about sliding your cock”
“in and out of my tight virgin anus, huh?” Berte turned around on the couch, spread her bottom cheeks, and wiggled her tight healthy pucker at him.
A new rivulet of cum squeezed its way out of Berte’s open, wet, freshly enjoyed cunny. Her pink vulva looked pinker than usual, but not an angry red shade, more of an amused pinker shade. Zach felt the blood inflate his cock. He wanted badly to push his cock into her somewhere. Close enough. He texted, “How did you guess?”
“Alexis told me you would be,” Berte texted, followed by a series of nasty looking emojis.
Zach stood up. “Please stand up and let me undress you the rest of the way.” Berte stood up, and they got her killer black dress over her head. She was left wearing only her sheer nude bra hanging from her shoulders. He slipped that off too. “Come to my bed.” He grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom. They climbed to the middle of his king sized bed and lay side by side. She set her phone down on the bedside table on her side of the bed. He put his phone down on his side. She peeked in the drawer. She opened it further and rifled around in the drawer. She came up with a cheap old blue vibrator. She sniffed at it gingerly from a distance.
“That’s MY vibrator for use by my honored guests,” said Zach. “And YES, I wash it after every use before putting it away.”
Berte grabbed her phone, “Looks old.”
“It is old,” replied Zach. “I don’t use it. The good ones I’ve bought I end up giving away to girlfriends.”
“How many girls have orgasmed on this?” Berte texted.
“Are you getting jealous?”
Berte texted, “No. I’m curious.”
“You brought me here to learn about you.”
“Well, I am. Answer my question.”
“I don’t know. Maybe twenty?” Zach replied.
Berte texted, “I will name him Bruce.”
“Bruce is a stud.”
Zach laughed and hugged her close, bouncing Bruce and her phone off her boobs. “Thank you for naming my vibrator. I thought you gave vibrators girl names.”
“Bruce is dick shaped, thus Bruce,” Berte texted.
“But I’ve seen Jill,” said Zach, “Jill is dick-shaped too, more or less.”
“Jill is a futa,” Berte declared by text message. Before Zach could stop laughing after reading this message, she rolled him onto his back. His semi-erect penis disappeared like a magic act up and sideways into her gullet.
“Wait, I have to get my stuff,” Zach said. Berte let him go. Zach grabbed a tube of surgical lubricant, a few latex gloves, and Bruce. He said, “Okay, I’m ready.” The magic act resumed. “Ah! Oh! Climb up here and give me your asshole.” Without missing a beat, she straddled him and shimmied her butt up his abdomen onto his chest. Her pucker looked extra cute as she invitingly shimmied it toward him. Her wet open puss looked lonely.
Berte was pounding Zach’s cock into her throat and making wet “Guh! Guh! Guh!” sounds. It was already driving him near the edge.
“Berte,” Zach whimpered, “I should ejaculate into your vagina.”
Berte was texting with her mouth full again, “I loved it after our first time.”
“You lost it with excitement”
“and squirted your swimmies down my throat.”
“This is my turn, and I want that feeling again!”
“Enjoy, sweetheart!”
Zach was beyond reading even her first message. “AAAUUGH!” He bucked and screamed in ecstasy as her expert throat pleasured him beyond his limit. His precious semen helplessly squirted deep into Berte’s throat.
Berte continued to text, “My experiment confirmed that you are my slut, slut.”
“I know how badly you wanted to inseminate my vagina again with that.”
“Down the hatch, swimmies!” She turned partway around to give Zach the eye to make sure he was looking. She conspicuously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Honey, that was glorious,” Zach groaned, “and we’re trying to get you pregnant. And you can’t call a man a slut.”
“Make more swimmies, slut,” Berte texted him, in what Zach interpreted as an imperious tone.
“See, I called you a slut.”
“That disproves your assertion that you can’t call a man a slut.”
“Love up my butthole, slut.”
“Aye-aye, slut-monger!” Zach chuckled. First, he dabbed surgical lubricant on Bruce, turned him on, and teased Berte’s vulva with it.
“Wrong hole, slut!” Berte complained by text.
“Part of the plan, slut-monger,” said Zach, putting on one surgical glove. He lubed up Berte’s anus and his gloved index finger. He took the vibe off her clit and rubbed his index finger on her anus in a circular motion. “How does that feel?”
Berte texted, “Different. Good.”
Zach penetrated her anus only slightly, pushing and massaging on the sphincter. “Now?”
Berte texted, “Even better.” Zach gently vibed Berte’s clit until she was plateauing. He pushed his finger in and out more every time. Pretty soon he was finger fucking her with one finger, and she was nearing orgasm. She made noise as she felt her orgasm approach, “Yes! Zachary! Yesss! Fuck my dirty asshole! Yesss!”
Zach took away the vibe and slid out his finger. “Do you want to try more?”
“Yes!” Berte shouted desperately.
Zach produced an anal toy that had graduated bumps on it. The smallest, at the tip, was smaller than his finger. The biggest, nearest the plug, was bigger around than Zach’s penis at its thickest point. He lubed up the whole thing. “Okay, here it goes,” Zach said, and put Bruce on Berte’s dripping pussy again. Immediately she pumped her hips as she had before Zach had stopped. “Here’s the first one,” he said, and pushed it in.
“Yes!” cried Berte.
“Here’s the second one.”
“Yes!”
“Do you want the next one?”
“Yes!” cried Berte as Zach pushed it in. “Aaa! I’m shitting my dirty shit!”
“You’re not shitting. Another?”
“Yesss! Aaa!” After this, Zach stopped asking. Berte was loving it. “Aaa! Aaa! Aaa!”
“Are you sure you want the last one?”
“FUCK my dirty ass! Aaa! Oh! It hurts! I’m about to cum!” Zach popped out the biggest bump. “AH-HAH-HAH-HAH!” Berte climaxed and splashed a bit of wet onto Bruce and the bed. Zach backed away a thoroughly doused Bruce from her vulva as she trembled with aftershocks. He pulled out another bead. “OH! UH!” a big aftershock. He pulled out the rest of the bumps gently but easily as she said, “Oh, I’m shitting on you.”
“You’re not shitting on me,” Zach assured Berte. He looked at the anal toy. It only had one or two flecks on it. He gently moved her off to the side, sat up, and showed her the anal toy. “This is what went inside you.”
“That?!” Berte exclaimed. “That’s a Christmas tree!”
They took a shower together and cleaned off Bruce and Christmas Tree, as Berte had dubbed them. They soaped each other, and she slapped her soapy tits on Zach. With this provocation, his penis went from half erect to fully erect. He turned her around wordlessly and felt her puss, which was still slick. He bent her over and rocked slowly into her as she clutched the shower rail.
Once Zach was in to the hilt, Berte’s quim slicked up easily and abundantly as he moved in her. He thought he would be able to last until she came, but it would be a close thing. Her slickening quim creamed and trembled. His thrusts went harder and harder until he was spanking her wet ass with his wet hips, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By the time he had spanked most of the water off, she made noise, “Yes! Yes! Yeah! Ayeh! Ayah! Ahh! AHH-HUH!” She climaxed, whimpered, and cried out, “Fuck me you slut!”
And, with a final loud clap as Zach locked his hips onto Berte’s ass, he exploded into her, “RAAAAHHH!!” He held her by her bountiful tits and straightened her up, feeling close. He moved them under the shower as they recovered. He fell out of her with a splash of cum. He turned her around and kissed her under the warm spray.
They had dried off and dressed. Zach said, “I’d like to stay overnight with you at least once a week. I’m going to arrange it when we return from the dry run.”
“I like that idea,” Berte said with her voice, looking into his eyes.
Zach drove Berte to her room on the base. They hugged and kissed for many minutes before they pried themselves apart and finally said goodnight. He was hard in his pants from the kissing as he reluctantly parted from her.
Zach arrived at Alexis’s house at 11:30 PM. The Breeding Bitches greeted him with hungry smiles and tackled him down onto a new, cushier entryway rug. It was practically a bed.
“I admit it,” said Zach, “I am actually late this time, like you accused me before. I wanted to titty-fuck Berte all night.”
“There, there,” answered Charisse, who had gotten first turn tonight because she had missed noon. “You’re forgiven… oh... inside! Aah! Ahh! Aahh!” Charisse’s eyes fluttered shut as she sang her scales toward her first orgasm.
“But it’s your fault I’m late, Alexis,” Zach argued. “You helped her buy that dress with the see-through cleavage. I couldn’t look away. That’s on you.”
“Guilty,” chuckled Alexis, who was sitting in the corner, sipping wine, masturbating idly, and watching the action.
“Furthermore, you taught her to say those nasty words that drove me crazy. You knew what would happen. Every time I finished, I wanted to do it again right away.”
“Guilty,” Alexis purred, slouching in her chair and finger banging herself in earnest. She didn’t look repentant in the least.
“You told her to get fucked in the ass!”
Alexis sat up, alarmed, “You didn’t actually do it, did you?!”
“No, but it took a long, painstaking time to satisfy her anal curiosity. That’s on you.”
“Quit complaining, American doctor boy,” Michaela ordered, sitting on his face and thus quelling his complaints. “I’m hot for a thorough cunt licking tonight. Don’t miss any corners.”
(To be continued)
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18: Wednesday, July 15, 1145 hours CST: Launch
Zach arrived at the launch pad facility early, and he was still among the last to arrive. Excitement and nerves were in the air. The support staff ushered him into a room where the women were sitting around a dining table waiting for lunch. Lunch would be served promptly at noon. He sat down with his colleague Ayana on his left and the delightful Berte on his right. Across from him were the three Breeding Bitches. He turned to Berte and said in gentle tones, “What is your status Berte?”
Without looking up, Berte texted Zach’s phone. He looked at her message. “Operational, my love. Nervous. All green ready for launch.”
“Me too,” Zach said.
She looked up from her phone and locked her sky blue eyes on his. “Kiss me,” she demanded with a shy grin. He kissed her tenderly but briefly. Colby was watching from down the table, and he didn’t want to antagonize her.
“Get a room, you two,” Zach heard Michaela mutter with amusement.
Charisse piped up, “Oh, I feel their love energy is filling the room isn’t it? It’s blessing the mission. I’m so happy.”
“Zachary and Berte sitting in a tree,” chanted Alexis, “K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby with a baby carriage.” She added, “Except for the marriage part. Who can say, since we get to make the laws.”
Zach turned from the lovely Berte and addressed the issue. “That’s a good point, Alexis. We need to provide some legal basis that protects the future of our children. Maybe that’s a law or laws or civil legal documents. Probably both would be good.” The political discussion continued as Berte kissed Zach’s neck in a most distracting way. He turned and kissed her again. Soon, everyone had arrived and lunch was served, and the table grew quiet. The solemn duties of the launch, docking procedure, and myriad emergency contingencies were foremost in their minds.
An hour later, Zach and his eleven female crewmates were ushered into a locker room containing their space suits. Ever the voyeur, he was discreetly curious for a flash of as-yet-unseen titties or snatches. As a medical doctor, he thought he’d outgrown his excitement at the prospect. His emotions were at a high pitch at the moment. He was horny at even the slightest of provocations. He was appropriately horny for all of these women.
Ayana was prominent in the room. She pointedly and seductively stripped naked in front of them. Her skin tone was uniform and flawlessly golden brown. Her quim was shaved bare. Her breasts, firm B’s, were tipped with erect brown nipples. She put one foot up on a bench. She spread her labia, opening and examining her darker brown Asian lips and pink jellyroll conspicuously. He noted how excited his lesbian colleague was in their dressing room full of partially clad beauties. Zach noticed that Khushi saw this behavior and looked pointedly away. Ayana had Khushi in the bag, but she was still on the hunt. Finishing a long and careful examination, Ayana donned a fresh set of panties. She went braless under her flight suit and space suit.
Zach’s other so-far-forbidden Asian crewmate Anming was undressing shyly but surely right next to him. She was medium height for a woman, eight inches shorter than him. She was rail thin, making her taut B-cup breasts and proportionately flared hips look prominent. She caught him spying on her progression of removed clothing articles.
This was partly because Zach had noticed something disturbing that was causing him to stare. Signs of recent plastic surgery hid the marks well. Restraint and torture marks on Anming’s wrists, neck, ankles, and back were still healing, but were expertly hidden. These he saw at a glance. Given the extent, there could be more. It was chilling.
Zach’s mind snapped to the present when Anming unclasped her bra. She released her perfect golden brown B-cups with dark brown erect nipples. She regarded him with amusement and asked him, “Aren’t you a medical doctor? Haven’t you seen a woman’s body before?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” said Zach, turning away and hanging up his shirt. “It’s nerves about the mission. I got lost in thought and my eyes wandered where any healthy man’s eyes would naturally wander.” He figured he shouldn't mention the torture wounds.
“You flatter me,” said Anming. “I’m the ugliest woman in this room, and yet, I capture your eye.”
At that remark, Zach turned around. She couldn’t be serious. As if in retaliation for his bold glances, she pointedly assessed his lithe but muscular chest, abdomen, and arms. She dropped her comfortable slacks, leaving only plain white panties. He saw through the panties that she had a nice, compact, but probably unshorn jet black muff on her. He loved these women who were so distracted by their work they didn’t shave. He objected, “I’m looking at a beautiful woman. Incomparably beautiful. May I elaborate?”
“You may,” she allowed, slipping out of her panties and setting them aside. They had an obvious creamy mark on the crotch. “I apologize,” she said, “Flying makes me wet.” Provocative.
“Nothing to apologize for. In fact, a beautiful feature in and of itself. To be honest, I have a related response to flying.” He pulled off his pants and underwear, leaving only his socks. His half erect penis sprang into view. Anming’s gaze helplessly descended to stare at it in either fear or admiration. As it slowly inflated for her, she wrenched her gaze up to his face. He continued, “That touch of cream on your panties shows me you’re a passionate woman. You’re a healthy, nay sanguine woman, a woman of deep enthusiasm. Your thin yet strong limbs and torso show me that your diet is probably healthier than mine. Your lack of trinkets, tattoos, makeup, even your unshaven muff indicates you’re forthright. Despite your claim of being uglier, you’re quite confident of your appearance. You feel no need to elaborate upon it. Your nipples tell me, mmm, it’s cold in here. It would be presumptuous of me to assume further.”
“You’re too kind,” she replied. She slipped on some fresh panties and reached for her flight suit. The audience was apparently over. Zach turned to the work of donning his own flight suit and space suit. With this new, more modern space suit, he was done within five minutes.
They were ushered into a room for family members of the crew. His two older sisters were there. Emily, the eldest, was nine years older, in her forties. Madison, the middle child, was five years older. Their parents were dead from a car accident. They had not lived to see him get his MD a year later. He entered the room and went straight to Emily and Madison and hugged Emily. Emily was a long hugger, and did not let him go for a while. Though the three saw one another infrequently, it was easy among the three of them. The more momentous the occasion, the longer the hug, and this was Emily’s longest hug ever. When she finally released him, he bent down and hugged Madison briefly. Madison was in a wheelchair, permanently disabled by the same car accident that had killed their parents eight years ago.
Zach left his sisters to wander around and meet his crewmates by themselves. He met a few of his crewmates’ families. He ran into Charisse’s parents. Her mother Lilac Rainbow grabbed onto his bicep with slender fingers. “We’ve heard so much about you.” The father shook his hand admiringly. He didn’t catch the father’s name.
“Good things, I hope,” came the stock answer from Zach.
“The best,” they assured him. Lilac Rainbow squeezed the bicep she was still latched onto for emphasis. Another couple in their fifties rushed up to greet him. The Roberts couple unlatched and drifted towards their next destination.
“We’re Berte’s parents,” said the mother, grabbing Zach’s hands in hers. They were Jan and Anna Kaufman.
“I’m so glad to meet you,” said Zach very genuinely. “Berte’s a treasure: joyful, whimsical, always three steps ahead of the rest of us.”
“Well, we visited only a few months ago, and Berte is transformed. I’ve never seen her so happy, calm, and fulfilled. Confident, too,” said Mrs. Kaufman. “She has mentioned you in her latest emails.”
“Mrs. Kaufman, she’s very special to me, and we all love her so much.”
“Please, call me Anna,” Mrs. Kaufman insisted.
“So wonderful to meet you, Anna.”
Khushi latched onto Zach’s arm and dragged him towards a sizable group of people looking to be her relatives. These were babes in arms to men and women so old they did not look like they should be trying to stand up. They zeroed in on what he suspected were her mother and father. The mother looked like she must have had Khushi in her teens. She was voluptuous like Khushi and then some. She was dressed to seduce in a series of modest looking yet revealing shawls and veils. Her breasts seemed too large for human musculature and spine to sustain. Her cleavage was like two gas giants colliding. Her father was tall as Zach, thin as a rod, and very businesslike and put together. As soon as Zach and Khushi approached, the mother said, “You must be Zachary.” She stuffed the handles of a large, heavy paper bag into his hands. He suspected more pastries. She turned to Khushi and asked, “Is it too early to check, vava?”
“Yes, darling mother,” Khushi replied. “At least three more days. At least.”
The husband stepped in and shook Zach’s hand brusquely, “Keep up the good work, son,” he said.
“I will, sir,” Zach promised him.
“Later, bye,” said Khushi to her family and dragged him out of earshot. “Thank you so much, Zachary.”
“I’d do anything for you, you know that,” Zach insisted. Khushi quickly left his side to continue her argument with Ayana in the corner.
While he was distracted by that, Alexis snagged him as she walked by him. She kept them walking towards a large assembly of male and female bikers and mechanics of various ages. Reaching the matriarch and patriarch of this assemblage, she said to them, “Here’s the fucker.”
“He’s fucking spectacular, lil monster,” said the very short and round mom.
“You don’t know the half of it,” said Alexis. “Here’s a photo I took of him in the dressing room only a few minutes ago.” She put her phone close to her mom’s face.
The mom’s brow furrowed and eyebrows came together like she was going to orgasm right on the spot. “Could you send me that photo later, princess?”
“Sure, mom”
“You’re a darling.”
“Young man, are you doing vile and depraved things to my daughter?” the dad asked Zach brusquely.
Sizing him up, and assessing that the apple had not fallen far from the tree, Zach responded appropriately. “Only three to five times a day, sir.”
“Right answer!” said the dad, punching him hard in the shoulder. His space suit took the brunt.
“From my perspective,” Alexis interjected, “It’s more like fifteen to forty times a day.” This elicited a big smile from dad. Mom looked desperate, like she needed to pee immediately. “Well, ta!” said Alexis to her family, and dragged Zach a fair distance away. “Thank you Zach,” she said from the heart.
“You know I’d do anything for you, Alexis,” Zach replied. “You’re the best.”
They had to leave to ascend in the elevator to the top of the launch vehicle. They went in three groups of four. The doors opened, and they were 30 stories in the air. They crossed to the excursion vehicle via a narrow railed walkway. It would be pulled up and out of the way once they were safely inside. The support team opened the hatch as they approached. One by one, they entered the excursion vehicle, which had both airlock doors open for embarkation. Once they were in the vehicle and the hatch was closed, they closed both airlock doors as well.
Zach’s seat was near the middle of the crew cabin. He was a few rows behind the pilot, Colleen, and the co-pilot, Colby. Eight of the twelve of them had the requisite flying experience and simulator training to fly the excursion vehicle. Only Colleen had actually ever flown one. It was twenty minutes to launch.
Zach and the others relaxed for the next fifteen minutes. Colleen and Colby did their final preflight checks and communicated with ground control. At five minutes to go, they stowed their smart phones and paperback books and sat and waited for launch.
The countdown reached zero, and slowly the pressure rose on Zach’s chest and entire body. It was still a modest doubling of his weight. It felt lighter than the three Breeding Bitches sitting on his torso. “This feels wonderful!” Berte exclaimed from the seat in front of his.
Ten minutes later, they felt a jerk as the launch vehicle separated. It would return to a controlled landing near the launch pad where they had lifted off. The vibration on Zach’s body changed as their ascent switched from being driven by the launch vehicle engines to the excursion vehicle engines. The pressure didn’t change in terms of magnitude.
Ten minutes after that, the pressure on Zach’s body slowly diminished to nothing; the excursion vehicle’s main engines throttled down and shut off. They were in orbit. They were drifting, with all pressure released, even the original weight of gravity. The sickening sensation overwhelmed him for a few minutes until his trained body adapted to the change. The nausea subsided, and he was left with an almost disembodied experience. The lack of the press of gravity made him feel insubstantial, nonexistent. In the complete stillness of his sensation, he napped. He always had sleep to catch up on these days.
It was an approximately six-hour ride from the launch pad to the dry run vehicle. Thus, there was need for some ability to relieve oneself. For number one, men would pee into a bag. Women would pee into a funnel into a bag. For number two, you guessed it, they would shit into a bag. Many wipes later, since poo can be sticky in zero-g, the bag filled with poo and wipes was stowed. When they arrived at the dry run vehicle, it would be transferred into one of the two waste recycling systems. However, Zach didn’t need to go to the bathroom, at least not yet. He slept on.
It was around 4 PM when Alexis broke the library silence of the cabin. “I’m bored,” she whined, and offered enthusiastically, “Let’s all fuck Zach! Who’s with me?!”
“Alexis, really?” rejoined Colleen with half exasperation, half amusement. “We’re in the excursion vehicle in free fall, for fuck’s sake. For safety, we should all stay in our pressure suits, for one thing. I know the Breeding Bitches have a long-standing reputation of depravity and lasciviousness to uphold, but really.”
“I’m with you Alexis!” Charisse chimed in.
“Da, you have my vote,” Michaela thirded.
“I mean, can’t you, um, ladies even wait until we dock with the dry run craft?” Colleen continued.
“Lighten up, Colleen,” Alexis assured her. “This party is in the planning stages only. Planning is fun, right?” No response from Colleen. “All right now. I think we should fuck him in age order from youngest to oldest. That way, the old dry baggy cunts can get more time and fluffing to prepare a well-slicked entry for him. As I’m sure many of you can attest to, Zach has quite the engine of destruction! Although this mission is only a dry run, it had better be a dry run in name only, if you know what I mean, and I believe you do.”
“Alexis,” Charisse scolded, her hazel eyes flashing. “Don’t be rude to our crewmates. I’m sure every crewmate among us has a fit, tight, wet, muscular, and snappy flower for Zach to pollenate, excepting Zach himself.”
“How about it Zach? Any comment regarding crew fitness based on YOUR ‘testing'?”
“Charisse is correct,” Zach replied. “I don’t have a vagina.”
“Don’t evade the question,” Alexis warned. “You’re trapped here with us for another four hours. You know I’ll just keep asking you.”
Zach replied, “Any of you can handle me one-on-one until I am literally dead. Satisfied?”
“Gracious and boring as usual,” Alexis noted. “I hear no objections to the order of my planned train. We’ll sound off in order from youngest to oldest with a resounding yes! Okay, first up is Berte. Berte, what say you?”
“What did you need?” asked Berte, looking away from her monitors at the secondary engineering station to look at Alexis. “Did you need something?”
“Weren’t you paying attention?” asked Alexis. “It’s a party, Berte. Will you be the first to make love to Zach?”
“Yes!” said Berte reflexively. “When?”
“Here. Now. In free-fall,” specified Alexis.
“What? No. It’s not on the mission plan. Oh, it says ‘relaxation’ here. I don’t know. Would it be possible? Wait, in front of everybody? That would be… what are you asking?”
“Okay, sounds like Berte’s persuadable. Moving on,” continued Alexis, “Ayana?”
“Hell, no. No offense, Zach,” said Ayana.
“None taken,” replied Zach.
“Colleen?”
“I’m piloting a fucking spacecraft, Alexis!” said Colleen curtly. “Plus it’s against regulations.”
“And? I didn’t hear an answer.”
“No, Alexis. N-fucking-oh. Clear?”
“Clear. Well, she’s a party pooper,” observed Alexis. “Khushi, my darling nightclub girl. Yes, eh?”
“I’m afraid not, Alexis,” replied Khushi, “I pass.”
“I’m shaken, Khushi,” said Alexis, “Truly shaken. At this rate, you’ll lose your party cred. Okay, Anming?”
“Alexis,” Zach interjected, “Aren’t you going to ask me whether I want to do this?”
“Fuck no,” Alexis rejoined, “Don’t interrupt. The point is moot. Seriously, as if you could resist any of us for more than 30 seconds, Zach, am I right girls?” There were murmurs of assent from several women, but not loud enough to know who was contributing to the murmur.
Anming piped up, “It was my turn to answer, Zach, and you interrupted. What is the proper phrase? Oh yes. Butt out, white boy.” Laughter erupted from the women. Many of them hadn’t met Anming before. She had been keeping a low profile.
“You are delightful,” declared Alexis. “And your answer?”
“Not at this time,” Anming responded in clipped tones. “Though I reserve all future rights and privileges.”
“Mmm? Sounds promising. Can Zach have already made an impression, so to speak?” Alexis mused. “What say you Zach? Have you tapped that no doubt tight and snappy Asian genius pussy?”
“So now you want me to talk?”
“You’re right, shut the fuck up,” said Alexis. “Charisse?”
Charisse, Zach's lovely, lively nature girl, said without hesitation, “Yes, anytime, anywhere. I’m wet for you right now, my sweet Zach. And you can whisper as much in my ear as you want as you take me any way you want. You always give me multiple orgasms, sweetheart. You always satisfy me. Oh, I so want to be bred by you right now. I want to feel your hot cum fill me to the brim.”
“Okay,” said Alexis, fanning herself. “I’d call that a resounding yes. “Michaela?”
“Da. I admit he pleases me greatly,” offered the Bulgarian. “I’ve never been so satisfied by only one man at a time.”
“Thank you Michaela. Aanya?”
“Be proud, girl!” Charisse prompted her in a stage whisper.
“In front of all of you?” asked Aanya, “I don’t think so.”
“What if we put up a curtain?” asked Alexis.
“Well, we shouldn’t,” replied Aanya.
“Sounds persuadable,” concluded Alexis. “Colby?”
“Hell yeah. I’m not gonna let you bitches have all the fun,” replied Colby. “His cum is mine.”
“Yay! Thank you Colby, for being the first woman outside the Breeding Bitches brave enough and honest enough to vote a definite yes,” said Alexis. “Okay, well, I’m a hell yes, so that leaves you Colette, my darling colleague.”
“I’m sorry, Alexis,” said Colette. “I’m afraid my husband would disapprove.”
“Even between us mice?”
“No, Alexis. I’m a faithful wife.”
“Okay, confusing,” said Alexis. “Okay, we have four definite yeses and two persuadables. That sounds like a majority to me. Let’s get started! On to the matter of fluffing.”
“That is not a majority,” Colleen pointed out. “You’re two votes short of a majority. The resolution fails.”
“But wait. We haven’t counted everyone who’s willing to participate in the orgy yet,” Alexis argued. “Okay, who’s willing to fluff?”
“Me!” said Ayana enthusiastically.
“That’s another yes vote for the orgy,” said Alexis. “It goes without saying that the Breeding Bitches are always ready to fluff.” Assent from Charisse and Michaela. “But we need one more yes to fluffing from a previous no or maybe. Anybody?” Khushi’s console beeped noticeably. She canceled it. It beeped again and she canceled it again.
“Khushi will do it,” said Ayana. “She’s just being shy.”
“Is that right?” asked Alexis hopefully. “Will you do it, Khushi?”
Khushi responded, “I’m agreeable to being a fluffer provided I’m also inseminated by Zach. I’m still ovulating and I want a baby badly.”
“Wait, he’s not going to have anything left for you anyway, sweetie,” Ayana said to Khushi.
“Actually,” Alexis pointed out, “if Berte’s a definite ‘no', Khushi’s first in line. And Sack here hasn’t cum in hours, have you darling? Which means I’ll bet anyone here $1,000 that Zach puts so much into Khushi’s cunt it’s a zero-g problem. That’s as measured after Zach is done ejaculating and before he pulls out. $1,000. Or since we’re in space, I suppose we should call it undocking. Is that enough incentive for you Ayana? Don’t you want a baby girl to raise?”
“Well, since you put it that way, I suppose it would make sense for her to do it this one time,” conceded Ayana.
“All right, then!” said Alexis happily, “That makes it 6-5 in favor of the orgy. Colleen. Wet-blanket. We win!”
Colleen proceeded to lay down the law. “I’m going to veto this, girls, for mission safety, if not for propriety’s sake.” A few murmured awws accompanied this announcement. “As you yourself pointed out, Alexis, in zero-g it’s a near certainty that Zach’s cum will get all over the cabin, and I don’t know if most of you women know this, but semen is a pretty good electrical conductor. I will not lead the first space mission that disables its spacecraft with ejaculate. Is that clear?”
“Party pooper,” said Alexis. She reluctantly resumed her trashy novel.
At 1800 hours, it was time for dinner, which consisted of peanut butter flavored nutrition bars, juice, and water. After dinnertime, it was pee time. Zach volunteered to stand guard with a towel to catch any accidents. This noble act on his part was met by some well-deserved teasing and taunting by the women. The peeing was uneventful, with only a few glimpses of female anatomy for Zach. Once bare, vulvas and streams were quickly hidden by the funnel. To keep it interesting, Alexis held the funnel aside and shot a squirt towards him. The women laughed to see him struggle in weightlessness to chase after all the wet little spheres she made. Charisse chided good naturedly, “Swim for it, piss boy!” It was good fun that passed the time. Colleen warned them that if they messed up her spacecraft, she would have their hides for hats.
At around 1930 hours, the dry run vehicle came into sight. It was massive, with a long, thick central cylinder. Around this cylinder a 200 meter in diameter wheel with four spokes rotated around the central cylinder. The speed was 43 mph at the rim, as Zach recalled, to simulate Mars gravity. The wheel made a full rotation every 33 seconds. The habitat was the rim of the wheel. It was a tube 3 meters by 3 meters square by 628 meters in circumference. It was like living inside an infinitely long submarine. Slowly and with great care, over the next half hour, Colleen and Colby maneuvered the excursion vehicle. They docked with a port at the end of the central cylinder. They had arrived at their new home for the week.
Upon arrival, the crew gathered in front of Zach’s assigned quarters, B3, to get assigned to their quarters and hear a brief speech from Colleen. She pointed to a Latin inscription scrawled over the door to B3 that read, ‘Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.’ “During my Mars mission, these were my assigned quarters,” she said. “This graffiti is from that dry run. Does anyone know what the inscription means?” Berte’s hand shot up excitedly. She was utterly delightful. “Yes Berte?”
“It’s from Dante’s Inferno,” said Berte, “Dante wrote that this inscription is written on the gates of hell. It reads, ‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.’ Hmm. That’s not very nice. Was it some kind of joke?”
“Kind of, and kind of not,” answered Colleen. “What happened was that I was in a relationship with my crewmate Mateo. To my surprise as much as anybody’s, I became infatuated with my crewmate Kwame instead. I left Mateo without a word of explanation. I ghosted him to the degree you can ghost someone living on the same spacecraft with you. That was immature, but in my defense, I was only nineteen at the time. We had no means established among my crewmates to communicate about relationships. In his frustration, Mateo wrote this over my door as a kind of warning to his once friend Kwame. To tell him he was only the flavor of the month, I assume. After that, our commanding officer quickly set something up.”
“Learn from my mistakes. Don’t treat your crewmates like I treated Mateo. Here are some ground rules for communicating about crew relations. I expect them to be followed. Number one, treat each other with dignity and compassion. If you can’t bring yourself to do it, communicate with me immediately. We’ll work it out. Does everyone agree?” There was acclamation. “Number two, I need you to share the complete and honest truth with me when I ask for it. You don’t have to air your dirty laundry in front of everybody. I need to know the whole story.” Again, there was agreement. “Number three, don’t gossip.” Everyone agreed. Zach was looking at Alexis. She did it with a straight face. “Number four, if you have a problem with me, take it to Zach. He is our chief medical officer, and even has the ability to overrule me in certain matters.” Everyone looked at him. He smiled and waved.
“I want to start off this set of rules by coming clean myself. Although some of you might think of it as a technicality, I need your permission to have Zach as a lover and get with child by him before the mission. It’s against regulations. If you agree, you’ll be breaking regulations, too. Do I have your permission?” There was a chorus of ayes. “Is anyone unwilling to join this conspiracy? Take the chance?” There was silence. “Thank you. That is all for my remarks.” There was a commotion as the crew rose to go about their duties. Over the commotion, Colleen added, “See the crew roster in your PDA for your assigned quarters and shift assignments. If you have any concerns, please bring them to me. I’ll be available for the next two hours, and then my sleep cycle begins. Once I’m asleep, bring your concerns to Alexis, who commands the night shift. Michaela is in command of the graveyard shift, and you can also bring any concerns to her.”
Everyone unloaded their personal belongings and moved into their quarters. There was an hour for this, and then regular duty rotation began. The day watch, commanded by Colleen, with Zach, Anming, and Colby, would soon start their sleep cycle at 10 PM. The night shift, commanded by Alexis, with Charisse, Ayana, and Khushi, was on duty until 2 AM. Charisse and Khushi focused on unloading the perishable seedlings into the various hydroponics gardens throughout the ship. Ayana took charge of unloading the fresh medical supplies and stocking the two medical bays on the ship. The graveyard shift, commanded by Michaela, with Berte, Aanya, and Colette, settled down for a long nap. They would be going on duty at 2 AM.
(To be continued)
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19: Wednesday, July 15, 2100 hours CST: Michaela and Aanya
Zach got his first text message of the night from Michaela. “I need you. Come quarters Aanya & me. Probably both or she watch.”
Zach sent a quick "Headed your way" response and started for their quarters. First he walked through Hydroponics Bay B4 and Storage B4 to Radial Arm Bay B2.
The hatchway to the radial arm bay was always kept shut. While he was contemplating it, he got a text from Colby. “Spend the night with me, lover. I’m wet for you.”
Zach texted back, “I have some medical duties to attend to that will take me an hour to 90 minutes. Wait for me in my quarters, which is open. I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.” He saw no reason to torment her by mentioning the nature of the medical duties.
“BTW My roomie Anming is looking for you for some reason.”
Zach texted Anming, “Colby said you were looking for me.”
Anming texted, “Yes. Can we talk?”
“Can it wait until tomorrow?”
“Certainly.”
“Thank you. We can talk some time during our rec period together in the morning. Text you and meet then?”
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure. I enjoyed our talk in the dressing room.”
“Likewise,” Anming replied.
Zach cycled through both rim hatches for Radial Arm Bay B2 and walked through Laundry B. From there, he traversed Storage B2, Hydroponics Bay B3, past Colette’s quarters, to Hydroponics Bay B2. There he met Charisse with another load of seedlings. They hugged briefly. She kept working. He got a text from Colleen, “I need you tonight. We don’t have to hide from the crew any more. I’ll be needing you a lot.”
Zach texted, “I love it! I’ll visit you in your quarters during the night, but I can’t stay tonight. We can meet again during our morning rec time if you want.”
Colleen replied, “Perfect, lover. Wake me up whenever.”
Zach walked from Hydroponics Bay B2 through Waste Recycling B. He got a text from Berte, “I miss you. I want you.”
Zach looked at the roster and texted, “Let’s meet when you get off duty at 10 AM tomorrow.”
“Not before 2 AM when duty starts?” Berte asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll try. Definitely when you get off shift, okay?”
“Both?”
“I’ll try.” Everybody was extremely horny from the launch, it seemed. So was he, so that was good at least. If he paced himself and spent enough time with Colby tonight, everything should be fine.
“Charisse and I need you as soon as we get off shift at 2 AM,” texted Alexis.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Zach texted. “Worst case, I’ll tuck you two in at 6 AM when your sleep cycle begins.”
“Crew got you hoppin’ huh?”
“We have a shipload of extremely horny women. The launch, I guess.”
“Don’t die.”
“Roger that.” Zach walked through Storage B1 and Hydroponics Bay B1 to finally arrive at Crew Quarters B1. This was Michaela’s and Aanya’s place.
It was dark in their sleep chamber when he entered. Michaela turned on a low light. The sleeping chamber was approximately eight by ten feet with an airtight hatch. Zach shut the hatch so they would have privacy and soundproofing. Michaela was in the narrow bed on the right, Aanya on the left. Michaela whispered, “You didn’t come, you bastard, so we sleep.” He slipped off his slippers and boxer briefs. That was all he was wearing. His half erect cock sprung to life. He climbed under the covers with Michaela. “No, you bastard, you cannot have me any more. Get out of my bed.” He climbed out. “Wait, come, was only playing.”
“You and I know that, but I want to make sure that she knows that,” Zach said, indicating Aanya.
Aanya was quietly jilling herself under the covers, feigning sleep. Zach approached her, and she softly whispered, “Yes play her hard. Rape her hard.”
Zach returned to Michaela, flipped her, and spanked her across the ass, “You’ll submit to me, bitch.” He flipped Michaela onto her back, spread her and checked her sopping wetness. She climaxed wetly as he speared her roughly, “OH! HUHHH!! RRR!” She cried, as if dying from pain rather than pleasure, “Oh you split me! You kill my cunt you nasty fucker! ARRR!!” Another orgasm. Not having released all day, he hammered her slick twisting cunt with a frenzy. She had never known such battering roughness before from him. She orgasmed a third time with a moan. This was everything she’d wanted from him.
Aanya quietly looked on from her cozy bed, her blanket quivering as she jilled herself. With the force of their coupling, Zach and Michaela were practically levitating off the bed in the lighter gravity. He cupped Michaela’s ass with an iron grip, she in turn spreading wide and digging her nails into him.
The desire to cum had been strong in Zach practically from his first thrust, so he was struggling. He was trying to give the lively red-haired Bulgarian slut at least a handful of orgasms to satisfy her. Soon he must surrender to his rapidly growing urge. “How long has it been?“ Michaela moaned.
“Twelve hours,” Zach whimpered.
“Don’t torture yourself, my stallion,” she cooed to him. “Release, release…”
Zach immediately strained and ejaculated forcefully into Michaela, “RRAAAHH!!” She had another climax and let out a low moan “UUUHHHN!!” His hot batter jetted in and in. Her orgasm and moan ran out of air as his cum continued to pour into her. She orgasmed again with a shudder at the glorious unending feel of it. It gushed out of her cunt all over the bed as he pulled out of her, still agitated. She fussed for a towel to sop the unruly mess. She gave up, got up, and pulled out her destroyed bed sheets before the mess soaked any further.
Zach got into bed with Aanya, who was naked and quivering close to orgasm. She stopped playing with herself whimpered to him with great excitement, “Rape me exactly the same.”
Zach immediately got out of the bed and flipped Aanya over. She whooped and kicked. He said, “Stop struggling!” and spanked her loudly across the ass, saying, “You’ll submit to me, Aanya!” He flipped her onto her back, spread her, and speared her to the hilt as roughly as she had Michaela.
Aanya was wet enough to barely take Zach’s wet slippery dick in one stroke. She did not know how to open for him like Michaela did. Furthermore, her cunny was tied into pretzel knots from all that jilling. She felt a sting of pain even with her splashing wetness. She made a sound like being hit in the stomach. “You split me!” Aanya gasped with the utmost sincereity. “You killed me! Nasty fuck fucker!” she scolded.
Despite the rough violation, because of the rough violation, Zach felt Aanya quivering with sexual excitement underneath him. He charged forward in her without stopping, treating her every bit as roughly and energetically as Michaela. Immediately, Aanya climaxed with a piercing pure howl of erotic and sexual overwhelm. He continued his hard pounding of her quivering tight cunt without missing a beat. She whimpered with his every unrelenting down stroke. He grabbed her ass and roughly forced it towards his thrusts in rhythm to penetrate even deeper. She groaned, her legs quivering and kicking out helplessly as his hips thrust them apart rhythmically. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back. Her ass ran wet from spilled vaginal excitement. He wet one index finger in the mess and rammed it to the hilt up her ass. “Nuhhh! No! N… GREEN!!” screeched Aanya as she orgasmed again with the rough treatment and new sensations. She climaxed again almost immediately with shuddering hardness and an animal moan she channeled her entire being into.
Zach felt his cum boiling up again, strained, and crushed Aanya to him even more fiercely. He continued to slam her roughly, his fierce grip anchored by his finger buried deep in her rectum. He spilled over the top into orgasm, “RRRAAAHHH!!” He shuddered as he unloaded shot after shot of cum down into her tortured twat. She squeaked and whimpered like an abused child’s toy as another orgasm was wrenched from her by his hot fertile spray. He had still been pent up. Christ, it felt so good to release into the tiny botanist. He thoroughly enjoyed her quivering surrendered cunt as it overflowed with his insistent offering. It was still and completely quiet except for the soft whirring of Michaela’s vibrator from across the room.
“Did you like make believe?” Michaela asked Aanya breathlessly, nearing orgasm herself from the excitement of seeing this innocent so fiercely bred by Zach. Michaela vibrated with the eroticism of witnessing his urgent need and Aanya’s ability to wetly respond to every thrust.
“Yes,” said Aanya, astonished by her answer, reveling still in her dark fantasy.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Michaela breathed. “URRR!” she thrashed momentarily in orgasm. The sound of her vibrator clicked off. Her eyes popped open again and found Zach. “Zachary, we will open whole world for this girl. Like trying everything in candy store again. Soon she will join Breeding Bitches, I promise it.”
Still half-erect, Zach gently slipped out of Aanya, sat up, and patted a towel on her opening. The sheets below them were already wet with cum. She was limp as a rag doll and said, “Zachary was like a different man on me. Even more than when he raped me in the dirt. I felt so excited. I felt I was going to pee my bed. I think I did. It feels pretty wet. Near the end, Zach’s hands were grabbing my behind very hard and the pounding felt so strange. It was like I was letting go everything.” She jumped up and looked at her sheets. There was only cum spattered on them. She felt her ass. She looked confused.
“Did you feel like you had a BM?” Zach asked. She nodded shyly. “Don’t ever be embarrassed about your bodily functions with me, sweetheart,” Zach said, hugging her close. “It was my fault. I stuck my finger up your other hole while I was making love to you.”
“Ugh, that’s so disgusting!” said Aanya. “So that’s what felt so funny!”
“Did it feel good funny or bad funny?”
Aanya sighed, “Well, it didn’t feel bad funny. The thought of it, though, so disgusting! Why?”
Michaela got up from her bed, sat next to Aanya, and hugged her. It made an indelible picture in Zach’s mind. A tiny, frightened, near virgin Indian woman was comforted by an even tinier, pale, fiery-headed, very experienced Bulgarian woman. “I will teach,” Michaela said, holding Aanya’s face and looking deep into her eyes. “You trust.” Aanya nodded and calmed. “Is more feeling than ever imagined, da?” Aanya nodded shyly. Michaela gently patted her cheek.
Zach donned his boxer briefs and slippers. With a final hug and kiss for each, he took his leave of Michaela and Aanya as they debriefed further. He went through Galley B and Medical Bay B to Head B1 for a quick rinse in the shower. He was ahead of schedule, thanks to the incredible and indelible pulchritude of that pair. It had been so exciting to see Aanya grab for her fantasy. She had levitated off the bed with the piercing loud orgasms she got from it. He should check his hearing sometime soon. What deafening cries!
(To be continued)
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20: Wednesday, July 15, 2145 hours CST: Khushi's Stolen Kisses
He still had 45 minutes until Colby expected him. He texted Berte, “I’m coming over. I’ll be there ASAP.”
“I’ll be ready, lover,” Berte texted.
From where he was at Head B1, it was a quick trip to Berte’s. Coming out of the head and entering Control Room B, he encountered Khushi checking some electrical panels. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, tears in her eyes. “Ayana and I fought,” she sniffled. “She was angry that I didn’t want to introduce her to my parents even as a friend and fellow crewmate.”
“Why didn’t you?” asked Zach.
A miserable looking Khushi explained, “I love her so. I lust for her so. I already smell of her. I felt it was too obvious. I was afraid that my mother would surely know. If my parents knew I was a lesbian, they would turn their backs on me. This is all so new. I don’t even think I am a lesbian. I just know I love Ayana with all my heart, and now I hurt her because I am a coward.” She burst into more tears.
“First of all,” said Zach. “You need to talk to Colleen about this as soon as she wakes up, before you go to bed. Promise?”
“Very well.”
Zach noticed that Khushi wasn't wearing a bra. Her glorious ta-tas jutted out proudly, easily defeating the Martian gravity. Her nipples were erect in the chilly control room. They almost tore gashes in her form fitting flight suit. Zach swallowed hard. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No,” said Khushi, “You’re the last person she would want to see hanging around me. I just needed to tell somebody. Somebody who would understand.” They hugged fiercely as she cried. Her tits smooshed against him wonderfully. She smacked her wet, tear-stained face against his and kissed him on the lips. She stayed latched on until they were wrestling tongues. They wrestled tongues for a long while, hugging each other fiercely. Zach felt only a bit guilty about this. Whatever she wanted was okay with him. If she wanted a kiss, it was no problem from his standpoint. He would never do anything she didn’t want. They came up for air. He was stiff and peeking out the top of his boxer briefs. She looked at him wild-eyed and down at his cock. “I’m sorry to tease you Zach,” she said. “You should go.”
(To be continued)
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21: Wednesday, July 15, 2200 hours CST: Berte Gets Her Wish
Zach went through the pressure doors of Radial Arm Bay B1 and climbed up the radial arm to weightlessness in the central cylinder. From there he traveled down Radial Arm A1 to its bay and out the hatches. He found himself in Exercise Room B. He trotted through there, past Head B2, and through Recreation Area B to knock on Berte’s hatch. She answered the door nude, with a ring of flowers in her hair. She had trimmed her pussy hair neatly, too, but thankfully had not shaved altogether. He put her on her bed and checked between her legs for wetness. She was dripping wet and she was wearing the butt plug.
She was sporting that impish little smile of hers. She stroked her eyes across his like a cat rubbing up against his leg to get a treat. He dropped his briefs, swiftly covered her, and speared her. His cock was still frantically stiff from Khushi’s long kisses. She was a gloriously tight fit from the addition of the butt plug. He stalled out and had to push slowly in the rest of the way to the hilt in a separate movement. Berte was looking at the corner of the room and trembling with delight. “Sweetheart, I love you so much,” he said to her. Her eyes were flickering. He stayed inside her, but bent far down to suck and kiss one nipple and then the other.
The slickness was building around Zach’s buried cock and dribbling onto his scrotum, and he couldn’t resist moving in Berte. He made long, slow strokes that slid in her abundant and building cream even in her gripping tightness. “I’m your nasty dirty slut that fucks her own ass only for you, Zachary! Yes! Yes! Yes! I want to pleasure your dick with my dirty slutty ass! Yeah!” She'd really enjoyed her ass play homework. He pulled out of her, and she glanced at his face for a moment, surprised, and said, “You stopped!”
He rocked out the butt plug and set it on the table, and Berte said, “Hummm!” with a mischievous grin, looking off towards the corner of the room, looking like all was going to her plan. He put two pillows onto the bed and rolled her over onto her tummy so that the pillows were under her hips. He took the tube of still half full surgical lube from her bedside table. He spread some on her anus and a lot on his cock. He straddled her ass and put the tip of his dick at her asshole. It slipped in easily, as her sphincter was already soft from the butt plug. He stopped there, and asked, “Does it feel okay so far?”
“Yessss! Your dick is in my bottom, Zachary!” Berte sounded very amazed and very aroused.
Zach grabbed Jill off the bedside table. He put the vibrator on a medium setting. He held it to Berte’s vulva with one hand. Her hips jumped to life as the stimulation hit her. He put his other hand on her back to steady himself. He put gentle but firm continuous pressure on opening up her still extremely tight ass. As the thickest part of him stretched her anus, she said, “It hurts! I’m cumming! AAAAA-HUH! AAAA! HUHUH!!” She was bucking like crazy on Jill, pushing back and forcing his dick into her ass by herself. Even better. He gave her ass one good loud spank. “AAAA-HUH!” she cried as her ass clipped him in pulses. That was another climax.
“Berte?”
“Huh?”
“Do you feel my hips against your butt?”
“Yessssss…”
“Where is my cock?”
“It’s in my… all in my dirty bottom!!! All the way up my stinky dirty bunghole!!!” She panted for a while, and he felt the exquisite tightness of her ass twist around him.”
“Zachary?”
“Yes?”
“Does my bottom feel good?”
“Oh, it’s the most wonderful feeling, Berte. I’m going to move, okay? Let me know if it starts to hurt.”
“Okay.”
Zach put Jill on Berte’s vulva and rocked in and out an inch. He heard no complaints. He worked up to bigger and bigger strokes. As his own pleasure grew exponentially, his strokes helplessly shortened and quickened. He was nearing orgasm. He maintained careful check of himself so as not to slam into her. He edged himself closer and closer and finally spilled over, “AHRRRRRH!” Sooooo satisfying.
Berte flinched as his hot squirts hit her insides. “I can really feel it squirting!” she said with amazement.
“Yes,” said Zach, “There are many more nerves in your rectum than in your vagina.” A few moments later, he pulled out of her anus, which snapped shut. He patted a towel onto her butt anyway. Berte rolled over and sat her butt on the towel. She grabbed her phone and texted away like mad.
“Who are you texting?”
“Alexis to thank her,” Berte sang.
“Oh that’s sweet.”
“You stretched my stinking pucker! You shot your splooge deep into my filthy bunghole!” Berte enthused.
“Splooge, eh?” Zach said. “Was that okay?”
“Yessss…” she said in the way she did when the thought of something really excited her. Her eyes were crescents of delight as she grinned and stared at her phone.
“I’m going to go wash up. I’ll see you later? When you get off duty?”
“Correct.”
“I’ll text you first, okay?”
“Okay.” Berte was still texting with Alexis and maybe some other people, completely distracted by her new achievement. So cute. If she wanted to excel in giving him mind-blowing orgasms and then tell the world, it was okay by him. He left her quarters and walked across the recreation area into Head B2. He took another quick shower, concentrating on his hands, dick, and pelvic region. He was not late to see Colby, but it was time to go join her at his place.
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22: Wednesday, July 15, 2230 hours CST: Colby Asserts Herself
The habitat ring of the dry run vehicle spun following the right hand rule in the direction of the bow. From Head B2, Zach walked antispinward, passing through Recreation Area B, passed Berte’s door, and walked through Hydroponics Bay B6. He continued through Storage Area B5, Air Processing B, and Hydroponics Bay B5. On the antispinward side of Hydroponics Bay B5, he arrived at and entered his own sleeping area at B3. Colby had tidied it and arranged it to her liking while she was waiting. She had pushed the two beds together, making it a king-size bed. She was a naked milk chocolate treat sitting in the middle of it, with dark chocolate nipples. She looked at his momentarily subdued cock right there for anyone to see filling his tight boxer briefs. She scolded, “Is that all you were wearing, wandering around the whole ship?”
“I hate my flight suit. It’s uncomfortable. I was going to wear scrubs. I haven’t gotten organized,” Zach said. He actually didn’t think the flight suit was uncomfortable. It didn’t suit his needs. Too much trouble to get in and out of. Scrubs would indeed serve him well in what looked to be his frequent house calls.
“Well, c’mere, you big baby,” Colby said, opening her arms. Zach slipped into them. “You’re right on time for bedtime, earlier than I thought. I like!” She felt so good. “Mmm! Freshly showered! I like!”
“Yeah, It was pretty sweaty dealing with all that stuff,” Zach said. He wasn’t lying. He had been sweaty after having sex with Michaela, Aanya, and Berte in the previous hour and twenty minutes. His schedule of women had kicked into high gear. Just those three were going to kill him. Innocent Aanya was now under the wing of a master of sexual depravity. Then there was Michaela, the master herself. Alexis and others were rapidly corrupting Berte, the other near-virgin, to the great pleasure of all concerned.
“You seem thoughtful,” Colby commented.
“Yeah, a long day, but my life is getting perfect. Now there’s you to come home to. I’m happy.” Zach added, “Just to warn you, I might have to get up and check on a few things during the night. We’re still getting settled. Doctors never really sleep, you know.”
“I understand,” Colby said, looking deep into his eyes. “Just come back to me, you hear?”
“Just there and back,” Zach assured her. “I want to wake up with you.” He knew he should go bother Colleen during the night. Had he promised any of the other women anything? Oh yeah, Alexis and Charisse ideally at 2 AM, 6 AM at the latest.
Zach felt guilty that he wasn’t being forthcoming with Colby. Then again, she was no dummy. She knew very well what was happening behind the scenes of their life together. It didn’t really matter exactly when or how it was happening. She wasn’t being curious, bless her. They were both creating this illusory bubble of a normal monogamous relationship with each other despite his responsibilities. For example, he kissed Berte in the lunch hall before launch. It couldn’t have felt good for her to witness that, knowing what he knew she felt about their situation. Yet she had made no mention of it. Thus, an unwritten code was forming between them. He would do his best to keep his other activities away from her world. For her part, when stuff inevitably slipped through, she would do her best to ignore it. This worked for him if it worked for her. He wanted her to be happy by hook or by crook. It looked like a bit of crook was in order.
There was a low level of light in the room. It was perfect for sleeping and watching each other while making love. Zach loved what Colby had done to his place with such alacrity and flair in his absence. It showed depths to her personality and intellect he’d not yet had the opportunity to investigate. He slipped off his boxer briefs and got under the sheets and cozy blankets she had topping the bed. Where had she found king-size sheets? More mysteries. She smiled at him and slipped in with him, looking up into his eyes.
Zach scooted down Colby’s body. “You called me a big baby. You don’t know the half of it.” He fiercely latched onto her right teat and began suckling. She had B-size breasts, very proportional to the rest of her beautiful delicate tininess. He sucked her whole breast into his mouth. His lips and tongue automatically massaged her breast in the instinctual way to draw milk if it was available. Depending on the woman, he found women to be anywhere from sensually gratified to sexually gratified by this activity. It depended on how sexually sensitive their breasts were to other forms of touching. A woman had never orgasmed from this activity with him. He’d had women report a lot of sexual arousal. He’d found that even women who were not overtly interested in the activity were dripping wet afterward. The path between a woman’s physical sexual arousal and her mental sexual arousal evident to her was labyrinthine. He was a student, but a mere acolyte. He unlatched, and asked, “What do you think?”
“I like it,” she said. “You were agitated when you arrived. As soon as you started, you calmed right down like I’ve seen my cousins’ and aunts’ babies do. I see what it does for you, and I understand. I see the serenity it brings you. I enjoy it some, too, but mostly I like what it does for your mood. Whenever you want to calm down, baby, you just come get a taste of my chocolate teats. Anytime, anywhere. We can always find a quiet spot if you need to calm down.”
“Thank you,” said Zach, intending to take Colby up on that to deepen and strengthen their relationship. “Here,” she said, climbing over him, “Do the other one, so I don’t feel lopsided. I’ll sing to you like my aunt Melanie sang to her babies.” He latched onto her left breast joyfully. She had a beautiful singing voice. Some of the songs she sang he recognized. Most he didn’t. They were beautiful and calming.
Zach woke up to Colby rubbing and touching his face. “How long has it been?” he asked.
Colby answered him, “It’s only been ten minutes. You were like a baby. I guess you are tired, huh? I sang to you, and as I sang to you, you got calmer and calmer. You kept suckling, but slower and slower, until you popped off naturally and you were fast asleep. It was adorable! You are a fascinating man Zach Carson. So erudite. So sophisticated. A notable seducer of women. So even tempered. So presentable. Well, black mark for the undies and ship slippers, but, what am I saying? You look delicious in undies and ship slippers. Physically gifted in every way. Yet, fascinating quirky habits. Quirky words. Quirky ideas. They lead me astray in glorious ways. I didn’t even know I remembered those songs I sang you. I guess they’ll become Martian nursery rhymes. The history we’ll be making. I get scared thinking about it much.”
After Zach’s tiny nap and waking up in Colby’s arms, his cock quickly filled for her. He slid below the covers and found the smell and taste of spicy oatmeal and love between her legs. He pulled down the blankets to see what he was doing. She liked a big tongue licking everything and then focusing more and more on the clitoris as she approached and had her orgasm. Then the process started over. A lot of spit was good. Noisy sucking and licking were often good, but sucking was sometimes too much. She was so tiny. His tongue fit over her entire vulva. While he had his tongue on there, he had to show her. “Ook!” he said “I ot I ung o’er or e-ire ul-a! A ol ing!”
Colby smiled down at him. “What do I look like, a dentist? Speak English, man.”
Zach repeated himself, “I said I had my tongue covering your entire vulva, and now you’ve missed it.”
Colby mused, “There’s no angle from which I could have seen that. I guess I’ll have to believe you. That part felt like a giant warm slug was trying to give me slug babies. Are you done down there yet? I’ve had plenty enough orgasms. You don’t have to write War and Peace letter by letter with your tongue. I get it. You like licking my snatch. And believe me, I like you licking my snatch and I like you liking to lick my snatch. Now fuck me, please. I feel empty. I want to feel so full it aches the other way.”
Zach enjoyed Colby nonstop until midnight, ejaculating good strong squirts in her both times. He was still under the spell of launch day excitement. She was more excited than he’d ever seen her, crying out frequently in orgasm under him. After midnight they dozed.
Colby had never spent the night with Zach. She didn’t know the effect her oatmeal cookie excitement filling the air would invariably have on him. An hour later, he woke up hard and desperate. Seeing his chocolate treat right there in his bed filled him with joy. He speared her and enjoyed her desperately as she roused, surprised but not disturbed by his passion. He finished in her before she’d even had a chance to fully rouse. He filled her delightedly with a globby batch, his toes curling as he strained and delivered into his dark princess. Then he patted a towel onto her and rose as she contentedly drifted back to sleep.
First, Colleen needed a promised visit. Zach walked spinward past Berte’s quarters to Radial Arm Bay A1. He emerged from the radial arm bay into Control Room A, which was always manned. Alexis, the night shift commander, was at the other side of the room turned away from him. She appeared to be masturbating on the job. This wasn’t a problem as far as he was concerned. If something required her attention, it would beep until she attended to it, no doubt. Her job was monitoring the ship’s systems and managing the night shift crew. The systems were all automated. The crew was expert. There was really nothing for her to do under normal circumstances.
She had her arms down and she was quivering. Unless he missed his guess, Alexis was plateauing and rapidly approaching orgasm. He stepped into an equipment bay out of plain sight and peered around the corner at her. He would walk up and greet her as soon as she had arranged herself. She climaxed dramatically and loudly for a masturbation session, moaning “Ayana! Yes!” She shuddered for a while there, breathing hard. Ayana stood up from between Alexis’s legs with a wet face and a big smile.
They chatted and joked in low tones as Alexis was making herself presentable. Ayana walked into Head A1 on the other end of the control room, presumably to wash her face. Zach waited another minute for good measure. As casually as he could manage, he stepped out of the equipment bay, walked towards Alexis, and greeted her. “Hey Alexis. Staying awake?”
“Woof! You startled me!” Alexis said, swiveling her chair to face him with a hand to her heart. Her panties were still sitting on the console. Somebody must have circulated a tit liberation memo. Her yummy C-cups were looking proud, full, and unrestrained in the Martian gravity. Her squared-off nips raked proudly against her knit dress in the brisk control room, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Sorry. I’m a thief in the night tonight,” Zach said. “I still haven’t gotten used to the idea that I don’t have to sneak around to see Colleen anymore. She asked me to drop by.”
Alexis looked at his muscular body with hunger, since he was still only wearing boxer briefs and deck slippers. She stared at the growing erection in his briefs inspired unknowingly by her dalliance with Ayana. Addressing his bulge, she asked, “When is it my turn? And Charisse’s? I’m desperate, Zach, beyond desperate. I’d let a rattlesnake fuck me if I could find one.”
“Is that so?” replied Zach. “Never fear. I’ll see you and Charisse at your quarters at 2 AM as you requested. Don’t keep me up all night, though, okay? I need at least a little sleep.”
“2 AM at ours then,” Alexis slavered.
“Bye,” said Zach, walking towards the head and Colleen’s quarters. Alexis just whimpered in response, watching his muscular body and ass recede from her view.
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23: Thursday, July 16, 0100 hours CST: Touching Base With Colonel Bruno
Zach passed Head A1, Medical Bay A, and Galley A to reach Colleen’s quarters. Her hatch was slightly ajar, and he shut it after him. There was a small lamp that made it dim but visible in her sleep chamber. She had set hers up much as Colby had arranged his own, as one big bed. Her small sleeping body look adrift and alone in the big wide bed. Her blankets were down at her waist. Her blonde hair was still nearly perfect in sleep. Her beautiful pert breasts with small pink nipples and areolae emphasized her youth. As he slipped in naked next to her, she roused slightly, muttered something, and put one hand on him. “Zach,” she breathed softly. No panties. Gently, he moved her legs slightly apart and found her to be moist. His fingers smelled earthy, intoxicating. He dipped under the blankets and ran his tongue reverently, lovingly over her vulva. She roused. “Oh! I know you don’t have much time Zach… aaah… just fill me up, okay? Hmm… I want to feel you fill me…”
The lube was sitting on her bedside, and as she relaxed into snoring lightly, he lubed his cock. He threw off the blankets, and she roused and said, “S’okay.” He paused, stunned by her beauty in the semi-darkness. In innocent sleep, she looked like a high school gymnast. Only the voluptuousness of her breasts and hips suggested more maturity. Gently and lovingly, he painted her vulva gently with a warm lubed finger. He wanted to make sure her soon-to-be abrupt ride would be as comfortable as possible. He lifted and spread her legs and knelt between them. He used one hand to start rubbing his cock head on her clitoris. She breathed in a good long breath, and with lidded eyes watched him. She said, “Mmm…”
He popped the head of his penis into her sleepy opening and pressed forward with gentle and continuous pressure. He penetrated her firmly, sliding, sliding, sliding. She took him more easily with a sleepy vagina provided he was lubed up. After reasonable amounts of petting, she was usually difficult. Even her sleepy one did that cum-sucking magic on him, though. He didn't know what it was. The shape? Her muscles down there? He pressed harder and slid deeper, eliciting an “Oh!” Her eyes opened fully. “Thank you for this. I love you,” she whimpered.
“I love you, Colleen,” said Zach. She grunted as he pushed in further. He lay on top of her, grabbed her ass cheeks firmly, and took his pleasure in her. She whimpered with every stroke. “Yes… lover… I’ve been thinking about you all day Zach… all evening… Zach!... my Zach… Oh lover… hmm… hmm… mmm yes take me! Mmm yes!” He sped up, sensing she was reaching for an orgasm, “Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh God!” He paused as she writhed and bucked in orgasm underneath him.
Once her orgasm played out, Zach made slower, deeper thrusts. He picked himself up off her. He sat up on his knees. He put a pillow under her ass and set her down on it. He slid in and out of her deeply and felt and explored every inch of her vagina while looking into her eyes. His gaze fell to her beautiful breasts and perky nipples. They smiled at each other, hers a glorious, sleepy smile. He was the luckiest man in the world to have this magnificent, heroic, beautiful woman wanting him between her legs. She wanted his baby. He was beginning to hope that she wanted to be with him long term. Her heavy-lidded deep blue eyes looked back at him, shining darkly in the dark room.
As he explored her in long strokes, he felt the urgency to fill her with his seed appear in him. At first it was light touches of thrill in his abdomen and at the root of his testicles. It amazed him to feel it, given the furious pace at which he had been inseminating his crewmates. He silently begged his body for some staying power. Yet with every new woman under him it seemed, there came a renewed urgency to breed. It now smoldered deeper and deeper in him until it became a need, throughout his brain, in his face, until he had to willfully hold it back. He crouched over Colleen, straining. She felt his need. A thrill ran through her loins, a shiver, an elemental urge to be bred. “Yes lover… inside… yes… yeah… I’m ready!” Zach’s strokes shortened and quickened. “Yeah! Yeah! Now! Now! Give it! FILL ME OH GOD!” she urged as she writhed in climax.
As soon as he felt Colleen clip him, Zach was yanked with her into bliss and howled, “RAAAAAH!!” straining every sinew of his being into her. A flood of raging hot semen, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, pummeled the back of her vagina like beating a drum. His semen kept flowing, milked by Colleen's magical cunny to extraordinary feats. In the silence he breathed, amazed. Well, he’d take it, God damn it. That ride was spectacular. Colleen was spectacular. He looked at her, and fell into her eyes deep blue. He was her slave. “I love you,” he breathed to her, and stroked her wildly mussed blonde hair.
“Uh-hmm,” Colleen confirmed with a smile that seemed to fill her soul. She looked at and ran her hands over Zach’s chest. They had been overflowing onto the pillow since he ejaculated. He replaced his cock in her with a towel over her opening. He looked to rescue the pillowcase, but it was totaled. He took it off and wrapped it around the pile of semen in the middle. He lay down beside her and looked into her deep blue eyes once more. It seemed as though she knew everything about him at a glance. “You need to leave soon,” she reminded him, “Promise me to take thorough care of Colby tonight. She’s my right hand. She’s my calm. She’s the older sister I never had.”
“I promise,” Zach replied sincerely. “She's a treasure. I will treasure her. I’ll never take her for granted. I’ll never take either of you for granted. I’ll always be there to support you for as long as you want me and as long as I live.”
“I know it, Zach,” Colleen said. “I feel it deep in me every time we make love. Now go.”
“One thing first,” Zach said.
“What?”
“There’s unrest between Khushi and Ayana. As you may have noticed, they fought at the family event. Khushi says it was because she wouldn’t introduce Ayana to her parents even as a good friend. Her culture at home is very homophobic. Khushi was terrified that her demeanor towards Ayana would give something away to her mother. Khushi told me this and then cried on my shoulder for a while. And then she kissed the hell out of me for a while. That’s a problem only because she has an agreement with Ayana to lay off me for the time being. It’s while Khushi sorts out her lesbianism, is my understanding.”
“Yeah, I heard about that agreement,” said Colleen. “Knowing their agreement, you shouldn’t have kissed her.”
“Has Khushi ever danced for you?”
“Zach, have some self-control. You’re not helping them. Please quit messing around with Khushi.”
“Speaking of self-control, as I entered Control Room A on my way here, I saw Alexis sitting facing away from me. By her posture, I assumed she was rubbing one out to pass the time until the end of her shift. She looked close, so I waited to approach her until she was finished, for the sake of courtesy. She orgasmed then, a big loud orgasm. Who should pop up from between her legs but Ayana. Ayana immediately hit the head to wash her face. I waited another minute and then walked out into the control room and said hi to Alexis. Wild night, huh?”
“Did Ayana see you?”
“No.”
“Well this certainly falls under the heading of potential problem,” Colleen agreed. “Those two need some couples counseling or something. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll look into it discreetly.”
“I’m afraid of what I might learn if go back out there. Can I hide under your blankets?”
Colleen responded by pushing him out of bed with both her legs. “Begone, knave! And please start thinking with your upper brain. Quit the bullshit with Khushi.”
(To be continued)
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24: Thursday, July 16, 0145 hours CST: Charisse's Reason
Alexis was thankfully alone when Zach emerged from Head A1 and a quick shower. She said moistly, “You know, if you put your ear right on those airtight doors, you can hear through them pretty well. Sounded like fun.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Zach smiled. “I’ll meet you soon in your room,” he told Alexis. He felt her eyes on him as he walked away antispinward towards his room to quietly check on Colby. She was still sleeping peacefully. He had some time before 2 AM, so he decided to visit Charisse at her work wherever she was. He texted her and asked, “May I escort you to your quarters?”
“Drag me away, caveman. Hydro Bay A1.”
Zach turned around and walked spinward to Alexis, whom he greeted again. “Trying to destroy my sanity?” she teased as he passed her. He walked past Colleen’s door this time and found himself in Hydroponics Bay A1.
There was Charisse. “Hello, lover!” she greeted him brightly. His amazon princess, smudged with dirt, was sweaty and looked completely wrung out. Her breasts, though, by the Gods, looked great in her flight suit, the nips sharp against it. “That’s enough for tonight,” she said wearily.
Zach threw the exhausted woman over his shoulder with a whoop and said, “You’re getting a massage." She was light in the Martian gravity. He carried her past Colleen’s quarters, past Galley A, Medical Bay A, and Head A1 to Control Room A.
Michaela was talking to Alexis, ”I relieve you.”
“I stand relieved,” replied Alexis, smiled, and told Zach and his payload of Charisse, “I’ll join you shortly. I’m going to rinse off. Zach, you rinse off that baggage in A2.”
“Yeppers,” Zach replied and carried Charisse into Radial Arm Bay A1. From there he carried her up the ladder to the core and weightlessness, down Radial Arm B1 and down the ladder into its bay. He cycled the antispinward hatch and carried her through Exercise Room A to Head A2. There, he removed Charisse’s dirty, sweaty garments and pushed her into the shower. He sat on the head with the lid down. He was already half erect from carrying her lithe form, still not calm from the launch. He looked at her tall lean firm nakedness streaming with water in the shower. Her perfect tan-nippled breasts, so perky, jiggled as she washed her hair. Her inner lips peeked out invitingly. His eyes caught her panties peeking out of her pile of clothes.
She sang a tuneful impromptu song, her beautiful voice soaring, “…Gettin’ fertilized, pollinated, I’m itchin’ for it, agitated, when I feel Zach’s cock I’m so elated, when he fills me up, I feel so mated, this is just what I’ve anticipated, it feels so good I’ll never be sated, yeah, dance break, oo-oo oo, oo, oo-oo oo, oo…”
The crotch of Charisse’s panties was crusty from anticipating. She had creamed into them, worked hard, sweated into them, creamed, sweated. Layers and rings of creamy sweaty stains told the story of her day. He put his nose to the sediment and breathed in her familiar spicy chicken scent. It was once removed from the live version, the most volatile part dried or fled. Still, a treasure to feel and rub under his nose. It made him yearn to spear the real wet thing urgently soon, not soon enough. He licked the stain experimentally.
Charisse was done with her song and her shower. Zach wrapped her in a clean towel, gathered her dirty clothes in one arm, and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her out into Recreation Area A. Khushi and Ayana were there playing ping pong, a hopeful sign. The game itself was a disaster, with them missing every shot. None of them had more than barely adapted to the change in gravity. The Mars gravity simulated by the dry run vehicle was only 38% of Earth’s. Khushi’s eyes flickered to him with a hungry look as he passed by them carrying Charisse. The ping pong ball missed Khushi’s paddle and bounced wildly off her right breast.
Zach had indeed noticed the lighter gravity in his shipboard activities so far. For example, Charisse was light as a feather, weighing 25 kilos in this gravity. He missed the assistance of Earth’s gravity in his pounding motions on top. On the bright side, he could safely and painlessly relax his weight onto any of the women.
Zach arrived carrying Charisse. Alexis was there naked on top of their bed, sparking clean, bright-eyed, and ready to go. They’d arranged their bed into a king-size format as well. “Charisse needs a massage,” he insisted. He and Alexis laid Charisse out. Alexis produced some massage oil. They spent the next half hour thoroughly massaging the majestic natural beauty in tandem. Zach missed the gravity assist to apply pressure to Charisse’s tired muscles. His ability to maneuver her around so effortlessly would make up for it. He could still squeeze and knead her as hard as ever. He moved from her darkly tanned torso to kneading her pale sexy buttocks with glee.
By the time they were done massaging Charisse, she was dozing with the release of endorphins given by the massage. Zach let her be for the moment. He grabbed the smaller, evenly tanned Alexis, and ate her snatch. He smelled something a bit unfamiliar in Alexis’s moist crack, a whiff of perfume? Alexis shut her eyes and groaned as she succumbed to his wet tongue-teasing.
Zach was thinking of the tongue that had preceded his in Alexis’s snatch. Or perhaps, a different woman had gotten to her in the meantime. He could never assume with her. “Yeah, you fucker, eat my cunt…” she muttered. A short while later she orgasmed. She huffed her way through it quietly so as not to jar Charisse from her reverie.
Alexis looked mischievously into Zach’s eyes and whispered, “Stretch my cunt.” In the half-light, her two-toned hair perfectly framed her delicate face and kind, impish smile. Her breasts and brown puckered nipples stood up firm to greet him. Her slick cunt looked thirsty for him. He positioned, stirring his dick to cover the tip in her honey-thick wet. He plunged into her in a single thrust, knowing she was fully wet enough to handle him. She was also dry enough to get her desired amount of friction from the ride. It was not that she had a loose cunt, by far the contrary. Initial entry into her was like breech-loading a field piece. He slid in with only slightly above moderate force. This was too rough for many women, but ideal for exciting her. Once his penis was in, her cunt muscles locked around it like a velvet vise. She milked him, or did whatever the hell she wanted to do to him, for the rest of the ride. She was always excitable, but now especially wound up from so many hours of anticipating his reentry. She climaxed with a shudder as her cunt muscles engaged and he stretched her deliciously and thoroughly.
“I know you’re in a hurry, honey,” Alexis said, grabbing his ass and helping him pound her harder. She grunted softly and bucked with another orgasm. Her slick cunt muscles worked and teased his plunging cock slickly. He plumbed her with increasing helpless excitement. Every time she climaxed, her snatch gave an extra twist to punctuate the pleasure she was receiving from his thrusting cock. She let him know often that he was delighting her. She knew she was coaxing him towards a quick release. As his need to ejaculate invaded his senses, she whispered “Slow down!” When he didn’t respond, she reached up and smacked him across the face, not painfully. That got his attention.
Zach stopped in surprise. A whimper escaped his throat. Alexis spilled and shuddered in orgasmic pleasure and moaned, writhing beneath him. He plunged ahead with his short strokes, her cunt helplessly twisting tight in climax to stroke him wetly. “AAH!” he gasped in mounting pleasure. “RRRAAAAH!!!” He strained and loosed his semen into her with every fiber of his being. He slapped fresh hot cum into the elastic limit at the back of her cunt. He stirred it with his shuddering cock into all her secret places. His fierce cries had shaken the room, rousing Charisse, who sat up and rubbed her eyes. She admired her fellow lovers still locked desperately together and motionless in their post-orgasmic bliss; their bodies demanded reverence for the task of sperm finding hypothetical egg.
Zach felt Charisse’s hand rubbing along his back. He was reminded she needed him badly, too. Gently, he slid his half-erect cock out of Alexis. He felt her cunt letting him go along with a river of semen. She caught the semen in a towel. He rolled over, and Charisse lay down facing him. He smoothed the lock of still slightly damp bleached hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. He kissed her gently. She said, “I need you opening and moving in me, Zach. I had a vibrator with me. I was able to touch myself off during my duty when it got to be too much. It made me miss being one with you. I miss the feeling of you filling me and me delighting you. I meant what I said in the excursion craft. You delight me, lover.”
“Charisse,” Zach confessed, swallowing hard, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Aw sweetie. My cute traditional naif,” Charisse breathed, “Such a big heart. We only met nine days ago, my lover. You don’t need to save me from anything.”
“Ten,” Alexis chuckled. “It’s past midnight.”
“Well, ten days must be plenty of time to fall in love. I honestly wouldn’t know,” Charisse smiled with amusement. “Zach, it’s always been like this with me and men, with men and me. They are bees in my life. They stop at my flower, drink my nectar, drop their pollen, and flit off. Sometimes I see them again if I want to. Sometimes I see them intermittently over the months or years. Since I was barely spotting my panties with blood, I’ve always needed so many bees to keep my nectar flowing. Day in and day out, I need so many bees to make my honey. I could never rely on only one ever. When one was spent, I had to push him out the door and get a fresh one. Thank the gracious Goddess for hookup services! But men can’t tolerate that quality in their sweetheart. I’ve been just a flower, a bit of spice, and not a home to men.”
“For the first time in my life, I’m calm about who I am. I want to build a real home for myself; I want to build it on Mars. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel the way other women seem to feel. But I do know that you’re more than just another buzzing bee to me already, darling, even in this blink of time we’ve had so far. I hope that can be enough for you.”
Zach responded, “Charisse, I’m not trying to save you from anything. I don’t need anything from you. Also I need you desperately, if that makes any sense. I'm not going anywhere. I didn’t tell you I’m falling in love with you to put you on the spot. I said it because I feel it and I mean it. I would be holding myself back from you if I didn’t tell you. I never want to hold anything back from you.”
“There, there,” said Charisse, smoothing his hair and holding his head close. “Everything will be fine, you’ll see.”
Alexis piped up from behind Zach’s back, “I always knew it, Zach. I knew it the moment you laid eyes on Charisse at the restaurant that you’d fall hard for her. That’s why I had you fuck her first. That was a special moment to watch. Love happening, not merely flesh excitedly bumping. It was only a matter of when you’d spit it out. I’m glad I was here to witness it. So adorbs.”
“Please have me now. I’ve waited too long, lover,” said Charisse.
“Anything, my love,” Zach breathed, opening her legs and positioning his cock, still wet from Alexis’s cunt. Charisse spread herself with the index and middle finger on one hand. She showed him the slickness she’d made for him. He saw her modest, wet, slightly darker inner lips spread wide to allow his entrance. He rubbed his growing stiffness over her vulva, her flower, teasing her clit, testing her opening. He felt she was already close from anticipating his entry.
Zach thrust in deeply, and Charisse sang out immediately, a high clear note, “HaaaaaA!” She quivered during the climax and her eyelids fluttered. He already wanted to spill in her. He couldn’t believe himself tonight. He charged ahead. Immediately she sang out her first scale. She skipped several notes and rose even higher to squeak and mew in shaking orgasm. The next scale followed immediately. He always knew where he stood with her. Instead of her usual major scales or minor scales, she was singing, thirds, fifths, octaves tonight. Her thirsty body devoured his raging thrusts.
Zach was a crazy man. Yes, crazy all night tonight, it seemed, having opened his heart fully in his confession. He felt he was merging with her. His soul and uncharted hopes for a future full of love and passion and children poured into her in disarray.
His excitement grew; he wanted to mark her, own her, make her his, desperately. His thrusting desire raged in her slick tightness. For the dozenth time, she squealed at the top of her crisis. He released everything, spilled everything hotly into her, “AAAAA! RRRRRRR!” He thrust it, raged it into her. He relaxed utterly and fell like a blanket of love onto her. Love that Martian gravity. Getting used to it. He was spent. In the aftermath, he was still only a bee. He was not anonymous, but so far fleeting. He had tasted her nectar. He had dropped his pollen. He had been part of her life for a flicker of time like the rest. He had to be patient. He had to keep showing up. He hoped she would let him.
“It’s my turn,” Charisse giggled and rose. Heedless of the cum pouring out of her, she threw the naked Zach over her shoulder. He weighed less than 40 kilos in this gravity. She was a fit, strong woman with the lean sexy musculature of a superheroine. She opened the hatch and walked out into the corridor, giggling. In Recreation A, Ayana and Khushi were still trying to play ping pong. Their ball went flying unheeded in a random direction. He waved meekly at them as a naked Charisse carried him into Head A2 and a quick but loving scrubbing.
(To be continued)
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25: Thursday, July 16, 0330 hours CST: Colby's Chocolate Treat
Zach returned quietly to Colby. He was relieved to find her still sleeping deeply. He lubed up his cock, gently pulled off the covers, and spread her and speared her in a single motion. “Uhh!” she croaked, waking up. “Welcome,” she yawned as he entered her desperately.
“Love me?” he grunted, taking his pleasure, sliding and thrusting and thrilling himself in her delicious tight cunny.
“With all my heart, lover,” she sighed, stretching and opening awake into pleasure. “I’m so happy you came to me… hmm? Ooh? I’d waited, hoped for so long... uhh! Now you’re mine,” she whimpered. “You fill me. Yes! It’s so good!”
“I love you, Colby,” he said with all his heart, his heart and soul filling. His cock thrust and pumped as he lost himself in her slick pleasuring quim.
“I can take it,” she whimpered, “All your love. Huh! You need to let it out honey? Hmm? Uh!”
“Yes!” Zach growled.
“Give it!“ Colby quivered on the edge.
Zach cried out, “RAAAAAAH!”
“Huh-AH!” Colby shrieked as she felt Zach’s thrusting hot spill inside her. Quiet. He fell limp to the side. She fussed with a towel, separating gently, patting his cock dry, caring for him, cooing. She extinguished the light.
In the pitch dark, as Zach drifted near sleep, his still overactive mind strayed beyond reason. He counted his crewmates as he might count sheep to soothe himself. It was surreal to him that he had made desperate love to seven of his eleven crewmates that day. This was not counting serious kissy-face with an eighth. Still his lust appeared unsated. There was Michaela, who was playing him like a virtuoso would play a musical instrument. She had maximized her own pleasure and had not left him behind. There was Aanya, who was scaling new heights of gratification with Michaela’s help. There was Berte, who was exultantly experimenting with new ways to blow his mind and her own in bed. Colby was determined to carve out a normal one-on-one relationship between them, however illusory. She was determined to handle all his desires. There was the incomparable Colleen, who was loving and depending on him. There was the unforgettable Alexis, who was, much like Michaela, using him with incomparable skill as a fucktoy. Last on his voyage of the night had been Charisse. She was building a new life for herself that he hoped would continue to include him.
There was Khushi, who had teased Zach with kisses tonight. He still desperately wanted to dip his cock into her. Immediately the vision of her extraordinary first dance flooded his brain. She had held one leg to her forehead in front of him. Her bare pussy had popped open wetly in his face.
Calm, calm, sleep, Zach counseled himself. There was a feast of yummy cunny and teats to have in the morning, starting with Colby. Berte had begged for it when she got off duty at 10 AM. If he was still desperate then, he would order Colette to suck him off until he calmed down or died. The only crewmates he hadn’t touched tonight were Colette, Ayana, and Anming. Not Colette, since he had been too interrupt-driven since docking. Not Ayana, his delectable Asian lesbian pal who was on the prowl for everyone but him. Not the mysterious Anming, who was warming up to him and had asked for a meeting in the morning.
Zach was trying to calm down enough to sleep, but a new idea itched at him. Colby, she was right here. He felt around in the dark for his bedside drawer. He found his other butt plug and a tube of surgical lube in there. In the dark, no problem for a surgeon, he lubed up the butt plug. He found Colby and lubed her anus, which roused her. “You’re crazy go to sleep,” she muttered. Then, “Hurk!” as he slipped in the butt plug. He returned the tube of lubricant to the drawer and shut it. “Go to sleep,” she moaned. And he did.
Colby’s 6 AM wake up chime cheerily rang. Zach was awake, rock hard, and quivering with anticipation, waiting for Colby to awaken with some normalcy. He was urgent to discover what new wonders her anal canal held. She had confidently offered it to him twice as he recalled. It was an offer demanding a response. She was rousing and said “6 AM?” And then, “Huh… thanks,” as he gently rocked and removed the butt plug. As he was getting the lube, she held his arm and said, “I need to pee.” She got up and threw on her bathrobe. This girl had moved in! She stepped out the door.
Zach lay back and rested, and ached more for Colby. He needed to work out this morning. Then there was talking with Anming. He had Berte at 10 AM. There was a ton of checking, testing, and other fussing to do during his duty time. There was a text from Khushi on his phone. “Can you swap a couple duty hours for rec hours this evening and watch a 2hr movie between 2 PM and 6 PM?”
“Sure 2-4 PM?” he texted.
Colby returned from her pee break and grabbed a vibrator out of what Zach thereby established was HER drawer. It was the kind that had a bulb that held it in the vagina and on the vulva. It had parts that stimulated the clitoris externally and the g-spot internally. She inserted it and turned it on the low setting. She took off her bathrobe, got on the bed, and lay on her tummy. It looked like she had a definite plan that worked for her. He straddled her and lubed up his cock and spread some liberally on her anus as well. He rocked into her. She upped her vibe a notch and breathed. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Good,” she grunted.
“Hurt?” he asked.
“Getting used to,” she said.
He continued to rock until he was up to the hilt in her ass. It was amazing his dick fit in her tiny slim ass. It didn’t seem like it should be possible. “Feeling okay?”
“Splendid,” she said, upping her setting. “Tight enough for you?”
“Yes…” Zach barely articulated. He moved in her. It was heaven. He moved in bigger and bigger strokes, and her ass clipped him tightly as he moved. It fluttered as she succumbed to the pressure of his dick and the pleasuring of her vibrator. As he got to a good solid pace in her, his strokes shortened and quickened as he became urgent.
“Are you getting ready?” she asked.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Give me a minute, darling,” she said.
“Okay,” he squeaked.
“Stay with me darling,” she said, and upped her vibrator by two more notches. He felt it through the walls and membranes. “Hmm!” she said, “Hoo! Oh yeah! Hmm. Oh yeah! Huh. Oh yeah! Haa. Okay fuck my ass, honey! Don’t hold back! Huh! AAHHHH!”
Zach joined her with a, “RRRAAAAAHhhhhhhhhh!” He continued to orgasm as he thoroughly emptied his morning balls into her backside. And then some, because apparently he was still on a high sexual pitch this morning. He let himself go and fell down limp on her, but it was okay because of the low gravity.
“This is fun,” she said from underneath him. “You’re a big warm heavy blanket.”
“Beats being crushed to death,” he joked.
“I can handle anything you can dish out, my vanilla treat,” Colby rejoined. “Didn’t I spread for you and handle your crazy urgency all night long? You were hella frisky last night honey! You would have split the whole rest of those bitches in half if I’d left you alone last night. It was like throwing myself on an orgasm grenade. I should get a medal for saving the mission. And after all that, in went that butt plug! But your chocolate treat handled it all! Every thrust! Every drop!” she crowed victoriously. “Nothing left any more this morning for those other bitches. Ahem, colleagues.”
“Are you going to be okay?”
“I might walk funny for a few days, but I’m fine,” she assured him. “If you want me again tonight, I’ll manage,” she said bravely. She was in it to win it. Nobody else was going to get sex because her man was horny and she was unwilling.
“Oh, no, I’m played out,” he assured her. “Let’s just sleep tonight, doll.”
“Sounds wonderful,” she beamed.
Zach wasn’t going to mention that he hadn’t been her exclusive sexual property since the launch. It was against their unspoken agreement. In fact, he should support the notion. “I wanted my one and only flavor last night, bippins,” he said.
“Chocolate?”
“Colby flavor, which is kind of a spicy chocolatey oatmeal, some yearning, and some come hither.”
“Come hither and kiss me, you crazy stud.” And they kissed for a while.
(To be continued)
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26: Thursday, July 16, 0630 hours CST: Anming's Horror Story
Colby decided that she and Zach should share their morning workout together. It was fun, but he had a slight worry she intended to spend every off-duty hour with him. There was all the regular stuff in the gym. They would have to get used to all of it in 38% gravity. Weights were spooky, because although he lifted 2.6 times as much, the mass was still proportionately greater. It didn’t feel like the weights were 2.6 times lighter, it felt like he was 2.6 times stronger. Hitting the bag was the same way. His mass and the bag’s mass hadn’t changed, but his grip on the ground felt slipperier. Yoga was harder because gravity is a big assist in stretching, but balance poses were easier. It was all over the place, some things a lot harder, other things a lot easier.
They showered together and dressed for the day. Colby confirmed they were to share Zach’s bed tonight. She took off abruptly; he guessed that somehow she had sensed he was feeling a bit smothered.
Zach looked on his phone. He saw a text from Khushi saying, “Confirmed rec room B,” so their 2 PM movie date was on.
He called Anming. “I can meet now if you’re available.”
“I am.”
“Should we retire to my study?”
“I was thinking more my sleeping chamber. Colby appears to have moved out. Do you know anything about that?”
“Not really. You should be asking Colby herself, or Colleen. Your sleeping chamber would be fine, provided Colby is not expected back there. I expect we want privacy?”
“I want to set your expectations,” said Anming. “I’m afraid I can’t go much beyond kissing at this point, as I’ll explain.”
“No worries. I’ll see you in a few minutes,” Zach confirmed.
Zach hung up on Anming and called Colleen. “Would it be a problem for me to work 9-10 and take 10-11 off?”
“No,” replied Colleen. “What do you have planned?”
“Berte wants to meet up when she gets off shift.”
“Oh, sweet.”
“May I also work 6-8 tonight and take 2-4 off?”
“Sure,” replied Colleen. “What for?”
“Watching a movie with Khushi.”
“Do you think that’s wise?”
“Her invitation. I’m not going to say no if I genuinely want to hang out with her. She’s still my crewmate. And it’s just a movie. If it’s a problem with her girlfriend, that’s between those two.”
“Wear more than your underwear today, Zach. I’ve gotten complaints of a lack of appropriate attire and even nudity in the public areas.”
“No problem.” He was dressed in scrubs today.
“I want to see you tonight,” she said in a quieter, softer tone.
“I’m sleeping with Colby tonight. I can tuck her in and show up anytime between the hours of 1 AM and 4 AM.”
“Colby again tonight?”
“Yes, and I should have mentioned this already. She has moved out of her room with Anming. She has moved in with me. She talked with Anming about it according to Anming.”
“What do you think?”
“Colby and I have an unspoken agreement to maintain the illusion of a monogamous relationship. She knows this is not the case, so I don’t see any harm in it. It brings us a bubble of normalcy, which is good. I’m not worried it will cramp my style. There are plenty of other bedrooms and private places on this ship.”
“Okay, let’s see where it goes. Hopefully nowhere unhappy. Look, Zach, it appears you have a difficult schedule. As long you keep up with your duties, feel free to arrange your time how best you see fit. As before, you’ll be on call for medical emergencies between 6 AM and 6 PM as before. Ayana will be on call from 6 PM to 6 AM. And you must get enough sleep.”
“Thank you, Colleen.”
“Try to show up or at least text me around 1 AM.”
“Will do.”
Anming’s quarters were at A2. To get there from Recreation B, where he was sitting to make his calls, he walked spinward past Head B2. From there, he walked through Exercise B, where he and Colby had been working out, to Radial Arm Bay A1. There he passed through both rim hatches into Control Room A. Michaela was on duty there.
“Just who I was hoping to wander by,” said Michaela to Zach. The tiny voluptuous redhead scooted down in the command chair so her butt was at the edge, rotated it to facing him, and lifted her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She spread for him. She was glistening. She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. “If you were to leave a quick offering, I would be most grateful,” she growled.
“I’m sorry, Michaela,” said Zach. “Someone is waiting for me.”
Michaela slowly closed he legs and sat up straight. “I understand,” she said, “Such a busy man. Come here,” she ordered. Zach approached her. “Take these,” Michaela said, dropping her moist thongs into the palm of his hand. “Well? Smell them! Ahh you like it, you nasty man. And as you shoot your cream into the lucky girl, Zach are you listening?”
Zach unburied his face from the panties. “Yes?”
“Think of me when you shoot your cream into this girl.”
“Okay. By the way, your tits look magnificent.” Zach pocketed Michaela’s panties and continued spinward from there past Head A1. He traversed Medical Bay A and Galley A, passed Colleen’s quarters, then walked through Hydroponics A1 and Storage A1. He passed Waste Recycling A and Hydroponics Bay A1 to reach Anming’s quarters.
Zach shut and locked the pressure door on Anming’s quarters for privacy. At her suggestion, they got naked and lay together on one of the two beds. After a few brief kisses, he was erect, straining hard, and trying not to press it against her. “My word!” exclaimed Anming. “May I?”
“If you want,” said Zach.
Anming felt his cock gingerly and tried to put her hand around it. “It’s even bigger than it was in the dressing room, and it was intimidating then,” she said. “Alexis’s description of it as an ‘engine of destruction’ is apt. Do you think it will hurt me?”
“When you’re ready, which sounds like not yet, we’ll make sure you’re ready. You’ll be in control every moment until you feel ready to let me loose to do more. Sound good?”
“Thank you. You’re very considerate,” said Anming. “I wanted you to know, since Colleen told me you didn’t understand me before. I am extremely interested, hmm.” Zach was guessing she was shy and didn’t want to spell it out. Her English was impeccable, so it couldn’t be a language barrier. She continued, “I’m still recovering from a few injuries, and I shouldn’t yet.”
“I saw in the dressing room that you had some excellent plastic surgery work done recently. It looked serious. I’m very sorry for your suffering.”
Anming's mood shifted away from an aroused one to a more somber and determined one. She was forging ahead with what she was resolved to say to him. “Several months ago, China demanded participation, and I was the only candidate the United States would accept. I have no living family, so there is nobody the communists can hold hostage to insure my loyalty. When they let me go, they had to let me go completely. They had to let me go or damage their international reputation. Either they let me go, or there would be no Chinese astronaut on the first colony mission to Mars. So they chose to let me go. It pained them to let me go. It especially pained one particular high-ranking communist party member whose name doesn’t bear repeating. He had a few months of advance notice to do what he decided he wanted to do to me.”
Anming looked away from Zach, down at the bed. “He had me detained, and then he personally, hmm... raped me repeatedly until I was pregnant. He waited as long as he could before letting me go. The restraint and torture injuries you expertly noticed were from that." She looked back up at him, a terrified look to gauge his reaction. He hugged her to him gently, lovingly. She continued more confidently, "When I arrived in the United States, I was eight weeks pregnant. I had those other injuries you noticed the remnants of. Some of them were still oozing or bleeding. Colleen helped me to obtain an abortion. She arranged the care and surgery to repair my other wounds. That was six weeks ago.”
Anming continued more hopefully, “Ayana assures me I’ll make a full recovery. With luck, I should have my first period this week. I’m feeling okay down there. Just to be sure, Ayana recommends that I wait until my ovulation week to have intercourse. If I have my period this week, that should be in two more weeks,” she ended brightly.
“That’s a horrific story,” said Zach, still holding her. “How are you doing with the psychological trauma?”
“It’s too soon to tell. I don’t feel anything about it. It seems like a nightmare I’ve awakened from. But I know that’s just the beginning. I’m a strong woman. With the help of my crewmates, with your help, I’ll get through it.”
“May I examine you?” Zach asked.
“I don’t mind,” Anming said.
He put his scrubs on. This was not something he wanted to find out more about while naked. The external injuries had been horrific, but the plastic surgery was miraculously good. “Gosh, this is good work. Who was your plastic surgeon?”
“Whitfield.”
“Junior or Senior?”
“Both.”
“I’ll have to write them a fan letter. This is extraordinary.” Some of the injuries he traced only by detecting a faint roughness of the skin. She’d had severe restraint wounds on her wrists, ankles, and neck. Metal manacles, he guessed. There had been some kind of metal thigh restraint to force her legs apart. Gruesome. Across the entire dorsal surface of her body he recognized the remnants of whip injuries. They were on her back, ass, arms, legs, and even the soles of her feet. He carefully examined her vulva. No apparent severe damage there, but the rape she reported was bad enough. Then he noticed her anus. There had been some severe damage to her anus and sphincter, not by rape, with tools. The fucking barbarians! Thankfully, it was meticulously repaired. Well, that explained why no anal sex either for a while. By the look of it, she was lucky she hadn’t ended up with a permanent colostomy.
“Force feeding,” she said without further comment. “Let’s not dwell on any of that. I have good news as well. It’s not that I can’t do anything sexual yet. We can kiss like we were doing. My breasts are healed, so you can play with them.”
It was such good work, he had missed them. There was slight roughness on the sides of each of her pert B cups, no discoloration. He felt the moderate internal scarring, too. Some sharp rigid implements had been forced through each breast, meat hooks he would guess. They’d immobilized her for some rape or torture or both. He wasn’t maintaining his composure. Hot tears of anger and helplessness streamed down his face. She grabbed his head and hugged it to her chest tightly. “It’s all right,” she soothed, “I’m going to be all right. I’ve made a lot of physicians cry in the last six weeks. It’s becoming a habit.”
“Of course,” Zach sniffed from the tears, “You’re fine now, physically. You’re a strong woman, Anming.”
She gently drew him down on the bed next to her and partly on top of her. She smiled at him. “You have this ugly woman trapped underneath you, Zachary.”
“Can I ask, should I be noticing anything else?”
“No,” she said. “Not anything that left scars. Later. I don’t want to dwell on it. And it’s derailing the conversation I want to have with you Zachary, not as a doctor, but as a man.”
“I understand,” Zach said. He rose and threw off his clothes. He lay down partly on her as she had pulled him. His penis was completely limp, and Anming looked at it sadly. They kissed for another while, and that served to change the subject. Soon he was rock hard again, and this time, he pressed it in a frisky way against her, stroking it gently through her little black muff.
“Zachary, I want to offer you everything I can. You can touch and kiss anything you want to kiss,” she said. “Just not in anywhere,” she said, stroking his dick. “I’m accustomed to sucking a man when I can’t offer him more. I’m afraid your penis is of a different scale.” She scooted down on the bed, kissed the head of his penis, and fit it into her mouth. She stroked her increasingly spitty hands up and down his cock. She was fitting a bit of the shaft into her mouth and gagging. She tried to force in more anyway. “I’m sorry. I’m terrible. I’m really quite good at this if… well…. hmm… well. Are you getting more excited?” she asked.
“Yes, but I’m worried you’re uncomfortable.”
“Heavens. Why are you worried about me? How about this. I will lay down on my front. You lay down on top of me and push, but not in. Along the crack there. Could you be gentle and also use some spit if you don’t mind? I’m worried about my injury, you understand.”
“How about this?” He put Anming on her back and spread her legs. He lifted up her hips. He rubbed his cock gently over her vulva and clitoris, spreading the slick from her excitement along his shaft. It was a kind of torture, because he wanted to push in so badly. His excitement was building rapidly. Her lubrication was of a wonderful quality, and even though he was using it up, was bountiful and yearningly slick. Anming was breathing excitedly, frozen. Her eyes were closed. They both wanted badly to transgress, it seemed. She was completely passive, either hoping or resigned to him having the pleasure of her any way he wished. But they shouldn’t transgress. He stopped.
He put her on her tummy. He got a small tube of lube out of his pants pocket. He lubed her ass crack. He put her legs together, straddled her, and slid his cock along her ass crack. It felt magnificent. He pushed her cheeks together. Her ass was lean and firm. It felt wonderful. He got a couple of pillows to put under her hips. He lay down on her and stroked off his dick in her ass crack in earnest. His excitement was building rapidly. His strokes shortened. He was on the very edge of ejaculating. He stopped, breathing hard, so tempted. He flipped her over. She looked up at him guiltily, desperately, conspiratorially.
He slid his slippery cock rapidly up and down her vulva crack and over her clitoris. Anming immediately fell passive, eyes closed. He was poised to explode, his hip motions getting jerky. His strokes shortened until he was barely poking, poking her clitoris with the head of his cock. One quick motion would push it in. One quick motion. He climaxed explosively, “AAAAAHHHRRhhh!”
Zach’s first squirt hit the wall above her headboard in the low Martian gravity. He was distracted by this outcome as his second spurt hit Anming full in the face. She had raised her head to see him ejaculate on her and had put herself into the line of fire. "Ahh!" she cried and dropped back, closing her eyes again too late. The third went up her tummy and onto one breast. The fourth thoroughly drizzled her cute muff. The four batches were thick and sticky and pretty much stayed where they landed. He rose immediately to fetch a towel. He wiped her face gently, lovingly, as she lay there with her eyes squeezed shut.
Once her face was wiped, Anming blinked rapidly and smiled, joyous, victorious. “I pleased you,” she enthused.
“Very much,” Zach said with an earnest look into her eyes. He was guessing that she had been worried he would see her as damaged goods or some such nonsense. To the contrary, he thought her all the more precious for having survived such an ordeal. He tried to get his sticky cum off the wall with the towel, and continued, “I’m sorry. I almost lost control. I almost pushed it in. The thought of doing it made me orgasm very hard.”
“It was my fault,” she said. “I wanted you to take me. I wanted it very badly.”
He put down the towel and grabbed her. “Your turn.”
“Don’t bother yourself,” she soothed. “I know what I have to do. I need to have Ayana examine me. I need her to clear me to try something gently or tell me for certain I can’t. She wakes up at 2 PM. I’ll call you as soon as she examines me.”
Zach encouraged, “Right now, I want to smell you and lick you. I’ll enjoy it, too.”
Anming smirked, “I smell and taste like your tube of lubricant right now, so I don’t believe you. You’re being very generous, but honestly, I’m not worth so much trouble.”
Zach sighed. He wanted, especially in this pivotal moment for her, to give her some serious satisfaction. On the other hand, she needed far more than sexual gratification from him in this interaction. Considering what had happened to her, he must scrupulously honor her decision, her words, her choice, her consent. She was telling him as passively as possible to piss off, and he needed to comply. He said, “As you wish.”
(To be continued)
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27: Thursday, July 16, 0930 hours CST: Berte
Zach finished his first hour of duty. He’d done it early so that he could meet with Berte when she got off graveyard duty at 10 AM. He had checked the medical stocks Ayana had done overnight in Medical Bays A and B. That had only taken a few minutes; they were perfect. He continued the work Ayana started last night sampling and testing the entire ship for contaminants. These tests were thorough tests for chemicals, radiation, and harmful organisms. The air recycling and the waste and water recycling plants had many continuous tests and checks built into them. These initial tests and subsequent monthly tests were much more thorough and detailed.
As Zach worked, he realized it was past time for him to set up regular times. He should call the women who were awake at the moment. Colby was handled, because apparently they were spending every night together, at least for the time being. He would see Colleen at 1 AM and talk to her then. Anming was going to call him later. So his watch, the day watch, was handled.
The night watch was asleep at the moment. That left the graveyard watch. He would talk to Berte and set up their next assignation when they saw each other at 10 AM.
There was Colette. He hadn’t given her any attention since the launch. He should remedy that. It was a matter of him going and bothering her. She wanted to be completely submissive. That was the game. She was available to him whenever she was off duty, which was any time between 10 AM and 2 AM. She was even available during her sleep period, because she had her own room, so no roommate to bother. He resolved to bother her a lot, wake her up, use the hell out of her for a while. It was his best guess at what she wanted from him. He resolved to find her and bother her as soon as he was done with Berte.
There was Michaela and Aanya. Zach should see what Aanya had to say apart from her bad influence. He called Aanya.
“What is it?” Aanya snapped.
“You’re busy. I should call back,” said Zach.
“No, I’m sorry. Bad habit. I never want to say no to you again.”
“That’s also pretty extreme, but I appreciate it. Wherever you end up, I’ll be there with you.”
“You're so kind, Zach.” She started crying. Jeezy peezies. He should have visited her in person.
“Can I come give you a hug?”
“No, I have to work.”
“I’ll call you after your watch ends,” Zach said apologetically. Aanya hung up. Okay, conversation done.
Last but not least was Michaela. She answered and said, “My room, 10 AM.”
“I’m busy at 10 AM. I can meet you at noon today. If you like, we can meet at 10 AM and 6 PM every day from now on.”
“Agreed and agreed. So 1200 today, my room.”
“I’ll be there. Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
He decided to work another half hour. He would need the work hours what with all the movies and sex in his immediate future. Soon it was 5 minutes to 10 AM, and he called Berte.
“Hello,” said Berte.
“Can I walk you to your room?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you?” asked Zach.
“In the core,” Berte said, “Fusion Bottle A.”
Zach was in Hydroponics Bay B1, so he walked antispinward past Aanya’s and Michaela’s quarters and through Galley B. He passed the B1 Head, and proceeded into Control Room B, which was empty, and into Radial Arm Bay B1. He cycled the hatches and climbed up to the central cylinder, the core. He pulled himself weightless fore through an access tube and cycled a hatch to enter Fusion Bottle Bay A. Berte was there waiting for him. Her tits floated braless in the zero g. He could get used to this. “I’m done,” she said.
“Do you need a shower?”
“I want a shower. Will you scrub me?” Berte was giving him a lusty eye job as she said this.
“Gladly.”
“Will you fuck me?” More eye job. Big smile.
“In the shower?”
“Yesss…”
“I will try, okay? The showers are small.”
Berte floated over, grabbed Zach’s hand, and dragged him along behind her. She was far more agile in zero-g than he was. He guessed that working in the core a lot would help with that. She dragged him to the Radial Arm A1 ladder, and they climbed down it. From there they passed through the antispinward bay pressure door through Exercise B to Head B2 and went in.
They got naked. Berte needed to pee. Zach asked if she would open her legs so he could watch. She didn’t think she could. She had never peed in front of anyone. She was able to do it by starting with her legs closed and then opening her legs. Her stream was a clear torrent. This was another woman who hydrated well.
They climbed into the shower, but it was too small for sex. Berte had her own nice scrub brush. They scrubbed each other, and it was wonderful, sensual. She wrapped a towel around herself and Zach dressed in his scrubs and carried her dirty clothes. They went to her quarters just across Recreation Area B.
Once in Berte’s quarters with the hatch closed, she threw off her towel. She grabbed her massage oil and lubed her delicious knockers. They were high and firm in the Martian gravity, the nipples hard. She threw Zach onto the bed and stroked his rapidly hardening dick between her generous knockers. “Men enjoy this,” she said simply. “My breasts love you. They’ve waited. Now they want to feel you cum.” With that, they were quiet. She worked her breasts expertly on his gloriously stimulated cock. His breath quickened as he thrilled to the slick pressure. His cock head poked out just at the end of her stroke to point at her beautiful face. Her blue-eyed stare, focused down at her work, occasionally flicked to him. She maintained a continuous impish grin.
Slide, slide, slide. Zach was getting too close to stay put on the bed. His hips arched up and lifted Berte, since the gravity was less. He held the arch, he had to. His hips flexed in a shaking thrust at her mouth. “UHRRR!” he roared, and she coaxed shot after shot out of him gleefully. She aimed him under her chin. The cum struck repeatedly there. It ran in thick globs and wet streams onto and between her mashed breasts. “I like seeing you excited,” she said. “I’m wet now.”
Zach got a towel and lovingly wiped the cum off Berte’s boobs and neck. He gave each nipple a kiss. He gave her mouth a kiss that turned into a long tongue kiss. He set her down on the bed and got his face between her legs. He got a whiff of her scent clean from the shower, smelling of pure excitement. She had other plans. “Fuck me,” she said. Without delay, he lubed up his semi-erect cock and pushed it into her. She grabbed him and held him to her, her face smashed into his chest. He laid fully on her in the light Martian gravity. He grabbed her ass tightly with both hands, one finger teasing her anus. He thrust into her lively tightness with increasing abandon.
Zach got up into a crouch and slid his penis out. He slid it slickly up and down Berte’s vulva and clitoris for a while. He was getting nice and hard now. His excitement was because he was able to see her beautiful face. It was the face he loved of a person he deeply loved. Her blue eyes stared off at a corner. She displayed her twist of a smile to let him know she was there and he was pleasing her. Still in a crouch, he thrust his cock into her vagina. Her eyes fluttered shut and her teeth bared as she felt his whole length and girth in her. He ran his cock in long strokes, thoroughly exploring and probing her lively quim. He watched her progressively excited face. Her beautiful tits gently rocked.
Zach lay down on Berte. He now needed to grab her ass with both hands to position her for his thrusts. In the light gravity, his body weight no longer pinned her hard to the bed. She was excited and started to squirm her hips and legs reflexively. He might be bucked out if he didn’t pin her to him with his strength. “AAA! HUH!” she cried as she climaxed. He continued to pound her.
Since Berte had finished Zach off once with her glorious tits, he had some staying power. He had time to enjoy her tight, twisty, lively, quim that coaxed him and teased him so effectively towards orgasm. Her womb suckled his cock and pleaded for his boiling cum. He had spoken too soon. Her quivering tight cunny was suddenly about to get its prize. “RAAAAHH!!” he yelled in orgasm. She was right there with him, “HUH-HUH-uh!” They stilled, and he felt his hot ejaculate fill her so satisfyingly. He felt a big stretch reaching from his forehead to his toes. It poured out of the center of his being into hers. Ejaculating into her was becoming a spiritual experience for him. He loved her more and more every time he saw her. He held her close underneath him as he pushed in his final squirt. Mmm.
“Can I nurse on your breasts?” asked Zach.
“Yes, it feels good,” answered Berte. Zach slid out of her, lay to one side, and put a towel to catch the flow. He scooted down so he was level with her big beautiful D’s and latched onto the one on the right. He sucked in her beautiful pink nipple along with a mouthful of surrounding breast. She cradled his head. “I’ll have to ask Alexis what I should do while you’re nursing. I bet there’s things.” He gave her a thumbs up and kept nursing while she texted. Berte played with his hair. She sang softly to him. She sang Disney lullabies in German. He recognized the tunes. She sang other songs in German from other movies where the woman sang a lullaby. Her voice was good, but sounded completely unused. He was reminded that she remembered every song she’d ever heard. They switched over to the other breast and the lullabies continued.
After a couple of lullabies per teat, Zach unlatched and asked, “May I kiss and lick your vulva?”
“Yes, now it will be good,” answered Berte. Zach slid down further and licked in long strokes between her inner lips. She tasted of his cum, which made him happy. She texted him. He always kept his phone handy when he was with her. She texted, “I needed you to fuck me earlier. Was I too demanding?”
It was hard for Zach to text and eat pussy simultaneously. He didn’t want to stop licking Berte’s pussy. He texted, “No.”
This time, Zach tried different kinds of licks and sucks. He tried teasing Berte, kissing and biting her thighs, getting closer and closer to her clitoris. She didn’t dislike any of it. Her hips clicked into gear and humped his mouth when he returned to those horizontal licks. He started with the bottom of his tongue on her clitoral hood, nice and stretched by his fingers. He ended up right on her clit with the back and then the front of his tongue. He didn’t even get through it, and she was holding his head to her hard and yowling in climax, “HUH! AWWWW!” Back and forth quickly. Up and down slowly. Another orgasm, “HUH! UGH!” and a whimper. It drove her nuts. He stayed with the bottom of his tongue flicking horizontally across her stretched hood for a while. She stopped humping and kept her hips tense at the top of her upswing. He went right down to licking her clit horizontally. She came with a shriek, kicked out her legs, and shook all over. She was levitating off the bed in the low gravity. “I need your fucks!” she growled.
Zach put Berte on her side, straddling one leg and holding the other. She was juicy wet, but twisted up from the cunnilingus, so he opened her gently as she moaned. He grabbed one haunch and rammed into her. He liked this position for two reasons. 1) It had some of the leverage of doing it from behind. 2) He was still able to see her beautiful face twisted in passion and pleasure. She was such an earthy, open, passionate woman. It was hard to believe she’d lost her virginity only eight days ago. She climaxed hard on his cock, “OH-HAH-UGH!”
Zach and Berte had been going at it pretty hard. Even so, he was still not going to last past the ten minute mark. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her face stared into the distance. Her bouncing pink tipped breasts wobbled and flushed with excitement. She sheathed him so well. He felt so deep inside her with every stroke. His cum was itching to spray all those deep places inside her. He sensed she was straining and reaching for a climax. She spilled over into orgasm with a moan. He plowed in his final thrust and gripped her haunch tightly “RRRRR!!” Ultimate pleasure overcame him. The glorious and deeply satisfying feeling of squirting all his love into her overwhelmed him.
As they rested, Berte asked him by text message for another assignation in her morning before her shift. Zach told her that he had barely slept last night and needed a good sleep. He didn’t tell her he had already agreed to see Colleen at 1 AM.
He loved Berte. He loved making love to her. But he was killing himself with all these assignations. He had to start saying no sometime. These women now had the pressures of pre-launch behind them. It appeared to be honeymoon time for all of them. Unless he put some kind of limit on their requests, he wouldn’t get any work or sleep done. That wasn’t sustainable. He had to throttle back. He didn’t tell Berte this. He counteroffered noon tomorrow after her shift. She understood he needed to sleep.
Zach put on his scrubs, kissed Berte a fond goodbye, and left her quarters.
(To be continued)
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28: Thursday, July 16, 1100 hours CST: Colette Reactivated
Zach walked away from the shower towards a storage area. He called Colette, “Are you busy?”
“Nothing is more important to me than serving my husband by serving you,” Colette said desperately.
Zach had neglected her. He felt awful. He wanted to ask her how he could make it up to her, but he stopped himself. The rules made it clear that she didn’t want to be appeased. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be used a lot. Well, he could do that. “Where are you?”
“In my quarters.”
Zach considered. From her quarters at B2, it would take her at least a minute to run along the rim to his location at Storage B5.
“Meet me in Storage B5 in one minute or I’ll know you’re dawdling.” Colette sprinted into the storage area one minute and fifty-three seconds later wearing only a bra and a handbag. Her piercing green eyes blazed at Zach. Anger? Excitement? He had forgotten how exciting she looked nude. Her tall, lithe, angular body was topped with generous breasts still trapped in a bra. Her nude pubis showed a nice crack and a hint of lip. “You’re fifty-three seconds late,” he said.
“I followed your instructions,” Colette argued. “Its not a part of the rules for me to prove your travel estimates correct.”
“Sassy, aren't you today? But accurate, so I won’t fault you for being late,” said Zach. “But... you wouldn’t run through the ship naked for no reason, and you’re not wet from the shower. So what rules were you breaking?”
Colette opened her purse and handed Zach a rolled up leather belt. She turned away from him. She spread her legs a bit more than shoulder length apart. She bent forward and touched the palms of her hands to the floor in front of her. She was a lean woman. He saw her anus and the tight line of her cunt between her legs. “I’ve been wearing my flight suit and panties since I got off duty.” She had been despondent, losing care for the rules without him to care about them.
“That seems to me two rules broken, first the panties, then the flight suit. That’s 20 lashes.” He unrolled the belt and folded it in half to strike her with it. He stood to the side where he saw her face. He hit her across the buns experimentally, not hard enough to do any damage, but it made a loud crack. She looked disappointed. Rats.
He wound up and hit her ruthlessly hard, at least five times harder than before, and right across the cunt. It was still technically her backside in this position. An angry red stripe appeared, focused on her cunt. She gasped, and there was a smoldering look in her eye. That would hurt for a good solid day. Another 18 lashes in a row like that one would make her backside, and especially her vulva, bleed. They might cause her permanent injury. A tear fell from one of her eyes and splashed on the floor.
The second lash had thrilled and terrified Colette. Good. That’s what Zach had been going for, not permanent injury. He rolled up the belt and handed it to her. She looked at him in surprise. She remained in the position. “I respectfully remind you that the punishment ‘should be vigorous enough to take a week to completely heal'.” She was still thirsting for punishment.
“The rule doesn’t specify over what period of time the lashes are to be given,” Zach explained. “Give me the belt.” Colette shuddered and gave the belt to him, holding her position. He whipped her viciously across the pussy again. That ought to be enough for her. It was all he could stomach.
Zach ordered Colette, “Squat with your back up against that pillar.” When she had scrambled into the difficult position, he ordered, “Spread your legs and show me your cunt.” She obediently spread her legs for him. He adjusted the height of her head against the pillar. He used the belt to strap her head tightly to the small metal pillar. There was no hole in the belt there, but he was carrying a scalpel in a small case in his pocket. He used it to carve a new hole in the right place. He would have to remember to replace this scalpel.
Zach removed Colette’s bra, revealing her beautiful tits with their brown nipples puckered up in the brisk storeroom. He ordered, “Don’t wear a bra until we’re Earthside. Once we leave Earth, never wear a bra again. If I ever find you wearing a bra under these circumstances, I will whip you across your front meat longer and harder than I just did your rear meat.” He was a bit proud of this new rule, which was within his prerogative to make.
Zach cut one of the straps off her bra with his scalpel. He used it to tie Colette’s hands painfully around the pole behind her. He stretched and reclasped the rest of her bra around her midriff, her arms, and the pole to bind her arms further.
He pulled down his scrubs and revealed his limp cock. He considered his interaction with Colette a success so far. He believed she was finally getting the kind of attention she craved. The belt whipping part had made him feel uneasy. He tried to put it out of his mind as he fed her his limp cock. He moved it around for her tongue and lips to tease to hardness. She looked up at him with her flashing emerald eyes knowingly when the taste hit her. She knew he had just dipped it in another woman’s quim. She didn’t know it had been Berte.
With Colette’s expert mouth opening to Zach, he was rock hard within a few minutes. From there, he hugged the pillar and forcefully face fucked her. The pleasurable feeling of her throat was exciting him. Hearing her emotion in the gagging sounds she made was adding to his excitement. He choked her immobilized throat over and over with his cock. Ten minutes later, he felt himself getting close. He held back his orgasm momentarily. He stayed buried in her throat while she suffocated. After a minute, her knees shook and she pitched forward. The belt and bra strapping her to the pillar kept her upright. Her eyelids fluttered as she hovered on the verge of unconsciousness. He pulled out of her mouth, and she shook in distress as she explosively sucked in air. He quickly knelt on one knee and ejaculated two gooey shots of cum right between her cunt lips. They joined her own rivulet of grool there. He took care not to touch her vulva.
Zach stood up and took a deep breath. He cut the bra strap binding Colette’s wrists with his blunted scalpel. He walked away, leaving her in the little storage alcove. She would have to escape from her bra and belt as best she could and clean up on her own.
On his way along the rim, he called Aanya. “Sorry,” she answered.
“No worries. Would you like to meet up sometime?”
“Aren’t we meeting at noon?”
“Did Michaela invite you?”
“If you don’t want me to…”
“That’s not what I said. I’m just trying to understand what you want.”
“I want to meet you at noon with Michaela who invited me.”
“Is it always the two of you now?”
“I’m sorry.” Holy crispy crackers.
“Again, I’m just trying to understand what you want.”
“I want what you want.” Ugh.
“I’d like to see you alone again sometimes, too. Just you and me.”
“I understand. I won’t be there, then.”
“When can I see you?” But the line was dead. Should he call back? He needed to discuss this with Michaela when he saw her at noon.
(To be continued)
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29: Thursday, July 16, 1200 hours CST: Aanya's and Michaela's Discussion
Zach rinsed off and worked another 45 minutes while waiting for his assignation with Michaela. At noon knocked on her hatch. She opened. Aanya was behind her. Michaela started, “What happened between you two? Had to drag her kicking here. She had no chance to resist me. Varsity wrestling champion.”
“I was confused myself,” said Zach. “I asked to see her one-on-one and she hung up on me.”
“Is that true?” Michaela asked Aanya.
“It was clear he did not want to see me as I told you,” Aanya insisted.
“I think she misunderstood and thought I was implying I didn’t want to see her here. I do want to see her here. In addition, I wanted to see her alone, just the two of us. I want to get to know her like a boyfriend and girlfriend normally do. Michaela, you know that group sex is not really my thing.”
“I know,” said Michaela. “It is always funny to see your obsolete romantic sentiments always lose to your huge libido. Nai dobroto.”
“Thanks for your compassion, Michaela,” Zach rejoined. “Anyhoo, that’s all I was saying.”
Michaela shouted at Aanya in what sounded like Russian. Aanya shouted back in fluent Russian. Back and forth. Zach was amazed. He guessed Colleen had a few reasons he was heretofore unaware of for bunking these two together. He understood Russian, mostly the foul language. It was a side effect of being exposed to all things Russian as an astronaut. What Michaela had said to Aanya was something like, “You stupid cunt, he wants to marry you and you think he doesn’t ever want to see you again.”
Aanya had said something like, “You disreputable bargain whore, it was clear he wanted to discard me and cling to your diseased loins.”
Michaela had rejoined, “You echo headed ass fuck, he’s falling in love with you. You keep thinking with your diseased brain you should run away. It’s all you ever wanted.”
Aanya shouted, “You dense fetid turd, don’t tell me what to think! I… fuck, I’m doing it again.” Aanya burst into tears. Michaela burst into tears and hugged her. This was more shocking to Zach than Aanya suddenly going at it with her in fluent Russian. Michaela cooed a long gentle monologue to Aanya. Zach could not make it out.
This coaching resulted in Aanya getting on her knees in front of Zach. Aanya pulled down her flight suit and took off her bra. She looked up into his eyes with her giant dark brown eyes. “Zach, I promise to never doubt your feelings of love and attraction towards me. I promise to assume you talk to me because you want me. I promise to be available if you want to see me, even if I’m on duty. I promise to always have a date scheduled to spend time alone with you.”
“Is there a beautiful, comfortable spot in a hydroponics bay you like to go?” Zach asked. “I know you like plants.”
“Yes, there’s a couch in Hydro Bay B1. It’s beautiful in there.”
“Can you meet me there at 2 PM tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s a date.”
“Can I drop in on you and Michaela during your sleep cycle every evening at 6 PM? You wouldn’t have to make love to me then if you didn’t feel like it.”
“Yes.”
“How about after your shift at 10 AM every morning?”
“Maybe not?” Aanya said. This elicited more shouting back and forth in Russian. Zach didn’t bother to translate it all. The gist was that Aanya was an idiot child who should open her legs if she ever wanted a baby. Michaela was a dirty insatiable slut whose depravity knew no bounds. The usual. In Russian, this was just friendly banter.
“What’s the verdict?”
“Not for now, but we must have an upcoming scheduled date other than the 6 PM at all times.”
“Fair enough. If that doesn’t happen, I’ll let Michaela know right away, okay Michaela?”
“Da.”
“Would you please not wear a bra any more on this mission or after we leave Earth? There’s really no need to in the light gravity. I enjoy seeing the natural shape of your breasts and nipples though your clothing.”
Aanya looked at Michaela. Michaela glared at Aanya. Aanya turned back to Zach and looked into his eyes, “I will happily do as you wish, Zachary. Now, to apologize, I’m supposed to suck on your penis,” Aanya said.
“You’re forgiven. Do you want to suck on my penis?”
“I don’t think I’ll be any good at it.”
“That’s okay. Play and have fun if you want. Just be mindful of your teeth. That's the only real trick.”
With that, Aanya pulled down Zach’s scrubs to his knees. She felt his cock in her hands. “I can’t believe this fits in me,” she said. “I don’t think I can fit it in my mouth.” She kissed the tip of it and put the head experimentally in her mouth. She licked it some. Michaela got down and helped her, coached her, tag teamed with her. There was only one minor tooth incident. With Michaela’s expert assistance and Aanya’s blushing innocence, he was soon ready to pop.
To end her first time fellating Zach, Aanya wanted him to shoot on her chest. She had not enjoyed the taste of Zach’s semen when he had ejaculated into her mouth at Alexis’s house. When he went, it was calm, and Michaela directed his two spurts onto Aanya’s chest. Aanya got up and looked in the mirror at the cum over her breasts and dripping down. Michaela took a photo. It was cute.
As Zach was recovering in bliss, the pair had another shouting argument. Michaela hadn’t wanted to point it out before Zach had finished. She hadn’t wanted to ruin his orgasm. But it was completely unacceptable, she argued, for Aanya to be reluctant to take his ejaculate anywhere. Aanya must learn to accept and enjoy the taste of his semen. Over Aanya’s objections, Michaela solemnly promised Zach she would teach Aanya to enjoy the taste of his semen.
That dealt with, Michaela was desperate to have Zach’s dick in her. She quickly sucked Zach up to reasonably hard. She mounted him cowgirl style. She impaled herself and twisted slightly on him in exactly the way she liked best. She periodically shook and moaned in orgasm over and over as she spun out Zach’s next orgasm. She tried to get Aanya to sit on Zach’s face, but Aanya wouldn’t. Instead, Aanya kissed Zach, and held his hand while Michaela rode him. Zach put a finger into Aanya, and she didn’t stop him. He kept it still. He could feel with his finger that Aanya was excited. As Aanya kissed him periodically and watched Michaela orgasm, she got more excited. He loved the feel of the little rivulet of Aanya’s lubrication running out of her and down his finger.
Michaela milked Zach for as many orgasms as she needed. He was straining close to orgasm when she climbed off. She asked him to put it into Aanya. Aanya’s eyes widened at the sudden request. Zach desperately grabbed, spread, and entered her. As he took her forcefully, Aanya shouted, “No! Green! You bad man! You rape me! Don’t do it! Green! Aahah! NoHuh! Huh!”
Aanya climaxed with a screech. She continued only a moment later with another orgasm. Zach pounded desperately in her and released, “RAAAAAAH!!” He shuddered and panted, holding himself over Aanya as she writhed and calmed under him. Her eyes were closed, and there was a conflicted look on her face. This dark fantasy of hers had a grip on her. As long as they were clear between them about consent, he could handle it. “Aanya, you don’t have to say green during your playacting. I’ll still know you want to stop if you say ‘red'.”
Aanya’s head was still turned to the side. and she smiled at this and moaned with a smile, “You raped me. You took me against my will.” She shuddered with an aftershock. She was having a good time with it. Zach wondered whether he should be worried, but decided he was overreacting. It was only a fantasy. It was no doubt a phase she would grow out of as she matured in her sexual expression. He slid out of her and put a towel there. She remained passive, resting.
Aanya rested peacefully, seemingly asleep, but not really. She had a smile of satisfaction on her face. Michaela silently waved goodbye to him. He had been dismissed. He pulled up his scrub pants and fastened them, waved goodbye, and silently left, gently closing the hatch behind him.
Outside Aanya and Michaela’s quarters, Zach called Colette, “Where are you?”
“In my quarters,” Colette said.
“Stay there. I’m coming to you,” Zach replied and ended the call. He walked spinward along the rim from Michaela’s and Aanya’s quarters past Hydroponics Bay B1 and past Storage Area B1. He continued through Waste Reclamation Plant B and Hydroponics Bay B2 to Colette’s quarters. He entered her room. She was on the floor, naked, on her knees. Her green eyes flashed at him. He shut the door, strode up to her, and fed his half erect cock into her mouth. He was wet and fresh from Aanya’s blushing wet snatch. This was another brand new anonymous taste for Colette.
Colette’s green eyes flashed up at Zach mockingly, as if to say, “Are you trying to impress me?” She took this as a challenge, apparently. She continued to meet his eyes as she bobbed and throated his rapidly swelling tool expertly. Within a few minutes, he was quivering at the edge of orgasm. If she didn’t have his cock stretching her mouth, he imagined she would be wearing an evil grin.
“Finish,” ordered Zach. In half a dozen excruciatingly pleasurable bobs, he exploded deep down Colette’s throat. He held her by the hair tightly to himself and suffocated her for thirty seconds. He stopped quivering and shaking and relaxed. He released her and she disgorged him. She breathed a few gasps. Without prompting, she cleaned any remnants of semen off of him with her tongue. When she was done, she continued to tease him with her tongue and mouthing his head. He stopped her, and with another turgid erection, pulled up his scrub pants and left.
(To be continued)
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30: Thursday, July 16, 1345 hours CST: Khushi's Afternoon Movie
Zach rinsed off in the Head B2 shower. Recreation Room B, where he was to meet Khushi, was right next door. He arrived first, which suited him. He was eager to spend time with Khushi and had no interest in hiding that fact.
He lay on the couch and shut his eyes for a minute. His morning had started with Colby, with cumming in her ass. He had some serious heavy petting with Anming where he shot out a load. He’d had a boob job from Berte and two fucks for a total of another three cums with her. He’d climaxed into Colette’s throat. He’d cum once on Aanya’s tits and once inside her. He’d returned to spill again down Colette’s throat. That was nine times, and it was only 2 PM. He’d only gotten in two hours and fifteen minutes of duty so far today. He had to dial this down considerably. But how to do it?
Khushi arrived. She was wearing a tight white knit dress that ended at mid-thigh and no bra. It was not entirely opaque. He could see her darker areolae and square nipples as they tortured the fabric. Her breasts rode high and proud in the Martian gravity. Spectacular. It certainly didn’t seem like she intended to dissuade him from making advances.
They greeted each other shyly with a hug. She gave him a peck on each cheek in the European fashion. They sat. She shut out the lights so it was pitch dark in the rec area except for the movie screen. She started the movie right away. During the opening credits, Zach felt his way over and scooted up beside her. She scooted away, saying, “Ayana made me promise not to touch you. I tried to get her to come watch with us, but she wouldn’t. She’s off somewhere sulking, acting like a baby. In revenge, I put on this dress.” She grinned, her perfect teeth flashing in the darkness. They continued watching the movie sitting together but a hand’s breadth apart on the couch.
During the opening sequence, a man in a hat was trying to steal a golden idol. He was the Indiana Jones character that Khushi wanted to introduce him to. He was running away because the temple was collapsing. He found his buddy who had betrayed him skewered and dead on a booby trap.
At this revelation Khushi jumped in fright and grabbed Zach’s arm. As Jones barely escaped in a plane with snakes in it, Zach slowly snuggled up right next to Khushi. He casually put his right arm around her. His right hand casually and gently held her firm right haunch. Her ass felt so good in his hand. She seemingly ignored this advance and continued watching the movie raptly.
During the next action sequence, Zach’s hand slowly rubbed Khushi’s haunch. Her hand carelessly fell into his lap. Her hand adjusted slightly until her fingertips rested on his balls through his scrub pants. At the end of the action sequence, they turned towards each other as if on cue. Their faces mashed together in a desperate kiss. Their hands roved freely during the kiss. He mashed one of her ample breasts with one hand. The other sneaked under her skirt and stroked the crotch of her panties. One of her hands was stroking his cock through his scrub pants. The other was feeling his muscular ass.
It was Khushi who broke the kiss. She grabbed his head and pointed it to the screen, whispering, “You can’t miss this scene.” While they watched it, she broke the entire clench and sat apart from him. Perhaps she had remembered her promise. A minute later, she stood up and slid off her panties right in front of him. She whispered, “If Ayana sees my panties are wet, she’ll suspect something. I’d better take them off.” She set them on the table. She paused the movie and put a towel fetched from the head down on the couch. She hiked up her dress a little, for there was not much to hike, and sat down on the towel. This was presumably to catch her moisture. After this veritable striptease in the semidarkness, she went back to watching as if it was no big deal. Sure, it was only practical for her to take off her panties and hike up her dress in front of him. He was in complete agreement.
Things calmed down for a while. Zach texted Alexis and Charisse, "How about we meet every day at 8 AM and 4 PM starting today at 4 PM?"
Alexis texted, "We'll see you at 4 PM at our place, lover."
A few minutes later, Khushi’s promise was apparently forgotten. She abruptly straddled Zach and pulled off her dress straps. Her bursting knockers immediately defeated her knit dress and popped into view. Her breasts looked magnificent in the semidarkness and Martian gravity. They were the most perfect and beautiful shapes ever. He latched onto her left breast and suckled with a grunt of satisfaction. He teased the nipple of the right breast. The suckling ended abruptly in favor of another scene she insisted he could not miss. The clench was thereby broken and they sat chastely apart as before. She left her dress a wide belt around her midriff.
Khushi continued to watch the next scene raptly, ignoring Zach. He slid onto the floor in front of her, worshipfully, and ventured his face between her legs. He gently spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs as she seemingly ignored him and watched the movie. She put both her hands on the top of his head as if to smooth down a bump in her lap. Otherwise, she gave no indication she was aware of his presence. As his gentle kisses worked their way up her thighs, he caught the thick smell of her excitement. It was the smell of curry mixed with an intoxicating pheromone blast of forbidden cheating helpless excitement. It invaded his mouth and nose like a velvet hook, reeling him in. As he reached her vulva with his exploring tongue, her hips bucked helplessly forward. A minute later, her eyes still glued to the movie screen, her breath caught in orgasm. Her hips rocked helplessly as she held his head to her in an iron grip. At the end of her long crisis, she gave a little final ass wag and started breathing again. She immediately backed away from his tongue and stopped the movie. She pulled her dress down to her thighs and up to recapture her delicious orbs. She sat apart from him, all proper. Without a word or a look at him, she started the movie again.
Zach sat on the floor in front of Khushi and watched the movie. She gripped him between her legs and massaged his shoulders. It felt wonderful. When she paused, transfixed by some movie scene, he slowly spun around and put his face under her dress. A shorter time passed before her breath caught and her hips rocked helplessly. After her concluding ass wiggle, she pushed him away again and he turned around and sat between her legs. She massaged his shoulders some more. This sequence became a routine for them. After the fifth time, she reached down into his lap and felt his cock. It was painfully erect.
She whispered, “You can’t leave me alone because I’ve let you get too excited. We need to calm you down.” She stood him up, pulled his scrubs down to his knees, and swallowed his cock.
“Not that way,” Zach whispered. Khushi disgorged him. Without a word, she hiked up her skirt, lay back on the couch, and spread for Zach. “I want to see your tits,” he insisted. She pulled her dress down. With a twist in her mouth, she turned her head to continue watching the movie. He crouched over her, lifted her hips, and thrust gently, lovingly, and with extreme satisfaction into her sopping wet snatch. Immediately she climaxed wetly for him, choking down the noise she wanted to make. He pounded her rapidly and desperately while she managed to whimper, “Don’t cum in me, Ayana will taste it.”
Zach stopped himself with an effort of will. “What then?”
“Don’t mess my clothes. In my mouth.”
“Okay,” said Zach, resuming his desperate copulation. Khushi orgasmed as quietly as possible, spasming like she was seizing. He held her ass up tightly, fingering her anus, and kept thrusting. As she climaxed again, she let out squeak at the end she couldn’t quite catch. This got him too close, and he pulled out of her quickly and made it up to her face. He unloaded a big splash on her face before she could slurp the end of his cock into her mouth. Her body shook with frustration, having almost climaxed again. She stroked his slick cock until she had milked the rest of his shuddering ejaculate into her mouth. She gulped it down as he fed it to her. Once he was drained, she paused the movie and pushed him off her onto the floor. She ran to the nearby head.
Two minutes later, Khushi returned and started the movie. Zach sat down and watched the movie with her like nothing had happened. She whispered, “It’s okay, you missed my dress and hair. It will be fine.” She sat a meter apart from him on the couch.
The courtship on both sides resumed. It rapidly escalated. They tongue kissed. Zach had one arm forced all the way up Khushi’s slinky white dress to grab a jiggling naked boob. Two fingers of his other hand violently finger banged her snatch. After her third or fourth orgasm this way, she whimpered in sotto voice, “You’re too excited again.” He immediately pulled down his scrub pants, grabbed her by both legs, and thrust gloriously into her. The second bout lasted no longer than the first. She orgasmed continuously during. She stopped him again before he put it where it would count. This time she whimpered, “I need to feel you finish inside me. Take me in my bottom. Ayana won’t notice the taste there.” This was a remarkable suggestion coming from Khushi. Mere days ago she had been an anal virgin.
Zach pulled out. His cock was dripping with Khushi’s wet, and more was splashed all over her ass. He lifted her ass farther with one hand while guiding his cock head into her tight anus with his other hand. Her anus was pliable, which suggested it had received recent attention from Ayana. Maybe a strap-on? Come to think of it, none of his business. Once lodged, he slid in easily while Khushi moaned. She caught herself and shuddered. This girl liked it up the ass, at least while impossibly horny.
Zach pumped away somewhat more sedately in Khushi’s ass while she still somehow tried to watch the movie. He shuddered with his shortening, quickening strokes. She looked like a vengeful goddess with her gritted hissing teeth in the flickering light of the movie. In this worked up state, taking her ass for the first time, he didn’t last long. He strained in her and caught his breath to stay reasonably quiet. She closed her eyes at the screen and moaned softly as his hot cum flooded into her rectum. She gave one of her signature orgasmic ass shakes. Maybe it was an orgasm? It was a lot of pleasure and satisfaction at the very least.
Zach’s cock had a mild scent from Khushi’s rectum, but nothing major. He pulled up his scrub pants. He would deal with it later. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her ass, but it was clean. They spent the rest of the movie holding hands, but nothing more. He tried to start another round of grab-ass a couple of times. She slapped him away playfully, joyously, calmly, and they resumed watching the movie.
The credits rolled. Khushi turned off the movie and, in the dark, kissed Zach passionately. “Thank you,” she said.
“When will I see you again?” asked Zach.
“I don’t know,” Khushi said remorsefully. Zach figured he’d better not press it. Best to leave her in the driver’s seat. She left him there in the darkness, not saying another word.
He texted Charisse and Alexis, “I’ll see you at 4:15.”
Alexis texted, “No problem as long as you can stay later.”
He texted, “I can.”
He went straight to Colette’s room, shut the hatch, and flicked on the light. She roused as soon as he entered. He pulled his scrub pants down to his knees, exposing his half erect cock. She was still not out of bed, so he grabbed her by the hair. He didn’t have to pull it as she moved easily with his hand onto her knees in front of him. He fed her his limp smelly cock. Her emerald eyes blazed at him as she choked it down. She washed it thoroughly as she sucked it to hardness and throated it rapidly towards orgasm.
Zach thought about the health implications of Colette licking Khushi's ass juice off his cock. He concluded that because all of them were tested to be disease-free and parasite-free, it would be fine. It was healthier than whipping her cunt raw. It was something he could live with a lot more easily. Remarkably, she brought him to the brink of orgasm in minutes even given his many recent orgasms.
Shaking and straining, he ordered her, “Finish.” She finished him off in half a dozen jerking movements down her throat. “OHHHHH!” he moaned. It was so satisfying after not wanting to make any noise with Khushi. Without saying goodbye or acknowledging her in any way, he pulled up his scrub pants and left. He went to Head B1 for a quick rinse off.
(To be continued)
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31: Thursday, July 16, 1615 hours CST: The Breeding Bitches
Zach knocked on Charisse and Alexis’s hatch right at 4:15. Charisse opened the hatch in all her tall lithe glory. Her hazel eyes danced along with her smile as she ushered him in and closed the hatch. Alexis sat on their bed staring at him hungrily and ready to pounce. They had incense burning in the room. Charisse said, “We know how hard you’ve been working. We want to take care of you Zach.”
“We’ve been watching you dash madly about. You’ve been trying to please all of us since we got here,” Alexis said. “Berte won’t stop raving to me by text message every time you boink her, which is apparently a lot. She raves about how you fulfill her in ways she never imagined, blah, blah, blah. Honestly she’s so cute.”
“Colby gleefully apologized to me for draining you dry last night,” said Charisse. “Even though we know she didn’t.”
“Because I know you snuck away from her to bang Colleen at the very least, and maybe others,” Alexis said. “You were not kidding when you alluded to some kind of hormone avalanche going on with this crew.”
Charisse set Zach gently in the middle of the bed as Alexis made room. They spread massage oil and went to work on his tired muscles. He hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last 24 hours. Soon he was on the edge of sleep. Charisse gently massaged his cock to hardness, which hardly roused him he was so relaxed. Alexis straddled his head and poised her vulva over his mouth. Alexis waited until he reached out his tongue then relaxed down with a thigh quiver and a satisfied whimper. Charisse climbed on and rode him Saint George style.
Charisse and Alexis switched off riding and face-sitting Zach to many orgasms for themselves. They pleasured each other all the while with tongue kisses and breast fondling. They encouraged him to lay back and let them pleasure him and each other. In the middle of it, he helplessly blurted out his undying love for Charisse once again. She replied, “There, there, you’re so dear to me, I’m coming to meet you Zach, never fear.” She had a great big whimpering orgasm on him. So, she was coming in more ways than one, apparently.
During the session, they arranged it so that Zach shot once up into Charisse’s quim and once up into Alexis’s. This was not hard for them, since they knew him well and were both confident lovemaking experts. Beforehand, they chatted about it extensively while riding his face and cock. They agreed that he was especially pleasurable with the heat and punch of his cum inside them. They deeply craved that sensation as part of their lovemaking with him.
These two amazing women were done with him by 5 PM. Happy and satisfied, Charisse and Alexis pushed him out the door and admonished him to not work so hard.
From there Zach went immediately to wake up Colette. He dragged her onto the floor and had her suck him to orgasm. He ended with a particularly long face fuck this time. He held her hair tightly while ramming down her throat, reaching for orgasm. Once he spilled, only a drop, he stood there and choked her out. He forgot for a bit to pull out and let her breathe. This time they exchanged words. “I can give you a massage,” she said. She’d smelled and felt the massage oil on him along with yet another of her crewmates’ anonymous pussies.
“It would be against the rules for me to ask you for that. It’s not a sexual favor.”
“I could make it sexual,” she asserted.
“I bet you could,” Zach replied, pulled up his scrub pants, and left. He rinsed off in Head B1, with soap this time to shed the massage oil and its scent. He worked for 45 minutes until 6 PM. He had a lot of work to catch up on, since he’d only managed three hours so far today including this bit. He was supposed to be done with his duty for the day.
At 6 PM Zach quietly entered Michaela’s and Aanya’s dark room. He shut the hatch, pulled off his scrubs, and quietly joined Michaela in her bed. She was naked as usual, and she roused and spread sleepily for him. He slowly pushed into her half-erect and moved in her shallowly until he was fully erect. He took her slowly and deeply with her legs up on his arms. Aanya seemed asleep, but something roused her, perhaps the smell of Michaela’s cunt juice filling the air. He heard a vibrator click on and get muffled, presumably by Aanya’s vulva, in the other bed. He continued to take relaxed firm pleasure in Michaela. She breathed deeply, whimpered, and grunted softly in climax occasionally. He heard breathing and quiet moans from Aanya in the other bed. So cute.
He sped up into his short strokes and finished strongly but reasonably quietly in Michaela. He made a nice firm stretching push and a couple of reasonably strong squirts. He patted a towel onto her puss as she kissed him and whispered, “Blagodarya ti lyubov moya.” She drifted into slumber.
Zach walked softly over to Aanya and got into bed with her. She was naked, vibing herself and quivering. “Can I help?” he whispered.
“Kiss me,” Aanya whispered. Zach tongue kissed her quivering tongue and mouth deeply and rubbed her nipples. Even after all he’d been through that day, his cock was filling with blood for this woman. She was such an innocent, such a blossoming flower, he couldn’t resist her. He had to remind himself she was three years his senior. With her ageless South Asian beauty, she looked much younger than him. It was thrilling to witness her sexual awakening. She gasped explosively and twitched in his arms as she reached her climax and clicked off the vibrator.
“Want me to push in?” he whispered hopefully, erect and ready for his pleasure.
“No, you should rest,” she whispered, “And I should, too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he regretfully whispered back, climbing out of her bed. He wanted her now. She was right, he should chill the fuck down and take care of business instead of fucking her poor pussy raw. She had said it and meant it much more kindly. He pulled on his scrubs and left. He was surprised to see it was only 1833, 6:33 PM.
He woke up Colette. Closing her hatch, he switched on the light and dragged her out of bed by her hair onto the floor. This was not as painful in Mars gravity as it was in Earth gravity. She was getting dark circles under her dim emerald eyes and looked beat. It was hard to tell whether she was loving this or hating this. He had to trust that she wanted this experience. If he was overdoing it, he trusted that X would set him on a better course.
He held the top of her head by the hair. He opened her sleepy jaw with his other hand and pushed his cock in to the hilt. It was still half-hard from Aanya and moist from Michaela. He held it forcefully down Colette’s choking throat, cutting off her air supply. He held it there. She jerked limply and her throat quivered. She teased him to greater hardness even as she suffocated. As her eyes flickered on the edge of consciousness, he pulled out his straining hard cock and let her breathe. That had roused her. He grabbed her hair with both hands and violently face fucked her.
This brutal stuff didn’t appeal to him. He trusted it was what was wanted here. He wanted with all diligence to apply the rules, provided the application remained reasonably safe and sane. Instead, he thought of Aanya and her quivering excitement as she reached for her orgasm, and quivered, and reached. He used Colette’s throat as a masturbation sleeve as he thought of Aanya, innocent Aanya. He would meet her in the garden tomorrow, and hear of her life. Perhaps they would kiss and pet a little. It would be a bubble of normalcy. He thought of her beautiful features, her petite stature, and generous breasts for her size. He thought of her taut belly, quivering in the darkness, leading to her cute tight twisting quivering snatch, “AAAAUGH!” He spilled down Colette’s throat. Hastily, without looking at her, he pulled up his scrub pants and left without shutting out the light.
Zach needed desperately to work and to rest his aching overheated balls while doing so. Anming called him. “I have good news,” she said.
“What is your good news?” Zach asked.
“Ayana cleared me for sexual intercourse. If I have any pain, we need to stop immediately,” Anming said happily. “She told me we must not engage in any sex into my anus. That is to say, putting your penis into my rectum. Ayana made me promise to tell you specifically that you shouldn’t do this so that you knew for certain. I’m sorry if what I’m mentioning disgusts you.”
“Anming, I’m a doctor. Nothing about the human body disgusts me. It’s a miracle,” said Zach.
“Yes, well,” said Anming. “I have another message from Ayana,” she said, gathering herself. “Ayana tells me that stimulating on the anus would be beneficial to healing. It would stimulate the nerves there.”
“I would be happy to help you with that. We could wash you off very gently and carefully in the shower and stimulate the nerves. I agree that it could be helpful to your recovery. It would train new nerves to take over to help the sphincter where others have been damaged.”
“You must be so disgusted with an ugly invalid like me,” Anming moped.
“Anming, it brings me the greatest joy in life to help people to heal. Let me take care of you,” he pleaded.
“Very well,” she said curtly, and hung up before he could make a date with her. Well, he could call her tomorrow and check in with her. There was no rush. He texted her, “So happy to hear your news.” He added a heart emoji.
He worked until 7:30 PM and then bothered Colette. She was looking ragged as he dragged her out of bed. He choked her with his swelling dick until she roused and squirmed. He let her do the work, since he had done most of the work last time. She was efficient and had him straining in no time. He told her to finish. She finished him. After ejaculating, he pulled out of her throat, pulled up his scrub pants, and left without another word.
He worked some more until 8:30 PM when he dragged Colette out of bed. This time she was dragging. To wake her up, he ordered her to get the belt and assume the position. He whipped her three times across the pussy in quick succession and as hard as before, causing her to whimper openly and cry. She was awake. This was hard work for both of them it seemed. She serviced him especially well after her whipping. He was urgently ready to release within a dozen minutes of her starting. His thoughts of self-disgust at the whipping momentarily were blown aside. He grabbed her hair and face fucked her brutally. Once he ejaculated, he held her head to him to suffocate her for a while. He saw that her hair was getting frayed and torn. He decided he should not grab her by the hair until it looked okay. While he was thinking this, she passed out. He took his dick out and she gasped immediately and revived a few seconds later. Once he had checked her to make sure she was okay, he left.
He worked until 9:30 PM and bothered Colette. She hopped right out of bed this time. She looked even more wrecked than at any previous time. Zach felt like a monster. How could she possibly want this? She seemed grateful this time to tease him to an excited edge. She gleefully gave him another orgasm down her throat when she heard his order to finish. He went to Head B1 and rinsed off. He tried to shake off thoughts he was a monster and get his head straight for Colby.
(To be continued)
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32: Thursday, July 16, 2200 hours CST: Anming
At 10 PM, Zach arrived home at his quarters. With breaks to take care of Colette, he’d gotten another two and a half hours of work in. That was a total of five and a half hours for the day. Colby jumped gleefully into his arms in the low gravity. She gave him a big wet smooch with lots of tongue. “I have a surprise for you, baby,” she said.
“What is it, honey buns?” Zach asked.
“Now hear me out,” said Colby. Uh-oh, Zach thought. “You should know that Colleen is peeved that I moved in with you.”
“She is?” Zach said with what he hoped was convincing incredulity.
“Yes, she said there were a lot of women trying to get their own piece of you. She made the point that you needed your own place to retreat to. I apologized for having starved everybody else out with my attentions towards you since we got here. Colleen stopped me to get to the more important reason.”
“Which is?”
“The other reason is that Anming is going through a difficult time. Colleen put me in there, as her second in command, to watch over Anming. I was to make sure she was getting back on her feet properly. I hadn’t guessed that. Colleen didn’t make it explicit when she bunked me with her. She thought it would happen naturally, which I understand. I admire the hell out of Anming, by reputation only mind you. I’d never met her. I guess we all tend to think our idols are made out of stainless steel. I didn’t know she was facing any difficulty. I understand why she’d want to be circumspect about it, I suppose. I mean, she is arguably the finest theoretical physicist ever, and that includes Einstein, Feynman, and all the rest.”
“I agree. Even to us lay people, she’s a God,” interjected Zach.
“Plus she’s creative and she’s even witty as we saw in the excursion vehicle. To be honest, I was intimidated to be suddenly sharing a bedroom with her,” Colby confessed. “My discussion with Colleen was left unresolved. She wanted me to think about it, think about Anming, think about what would be best for you. After my talk with Colleen, I thought I’d better at least go and actually get to know Anming. I figured I could find out how I could support her and then do that. We got to talking honestly and openly like sister crewmates should. Then I heard what had happened to her. I couldn’t stand it. What that rapist did to her was sickening. I was so angry at that evil man I couldn’t sit down. I cried my eyes out. I guess you and Ayana and Colleen know all about it, but it was quite a shock to me. ”
“Me too. I cried too, and I’m a doctor. I’m supposed to be able to see injuries dispassionately. I couldn’t,” Zach admitted. “So I still don’t get it, what’s the problem? Why do you need me to hear you out?”
Colby continued, “Well by the end of our heart to heart, we were sisters in every other sense than genetically. We wanted to share a room. We wanted to hang out and play go. We had confided our interest in you to each other. We talked about our dalliances with you. I heard how she lured you to her lair for a red hot smooch session. You must have done good, boyfriend. She ran to Ayana and got cleared immediately for ‘flight', as one might say.”
“Wow,” commented Zach.
“So at the end of THAT discussion, we were both like, would it be too weird for, like… the three of us?" Colby ventured. She quickly continued, "Neither of us have ever done anything like that. We had some more discussion. At the end, we were like YES! We are going to share everything! Including sleeping with you at night and even the naked sexual parts, Zach. That is, if you don’t mind.”
Zach opened his mouth to comment but Colby shushed him. “Hear me out,” she continued. “Neither of us are interested in women in that way, sexually I mean. But we are definitely gum-swapping buddies, so no problem. We don’t mind if things get naked and messy with the three of us. We’re not going to be grossed out by rubbing up against each other in bed. We might even hug or hold hands while sexual things are happening. Or watching each other, you know. In other words, by doing this, we’re not handing you a logistical nightmare. You can come at us any way you want and we’re ready to roll with it, baby. So will you try it?? Anming is so sweet! We guarantee that we’ll make it work. Please say yes.” Her eyes were imploring.
Zach realized he still had Colby cradled in his arms from when she jumped into his arms and kissed him. He put her down and said, “Sure, especially since it’s so important to the two of you. I’ll try it.”
“Okay,” said Colby, “Here’s the plan.”
“There’s already a plan?” said Zach with a smile. These women and their plans would be the death of him.
“Of course there’s a plan,” replied Colby. “You two have never… right?” She made vague gestures of the fingers of her two hands getting together.
“Heavens, no. She’s been injured,” Zach answered.
“Well I insisted. The two of you should break the ice together in a lot more normal way than with me hanging around. So we want you to go to her room and spend the night with her.”
“Let me get this straight,” said Zach. This sounded like some kind of trap.
“I know,” continued Colby, “I really wore you out last night. You still look pretty wrecked. Anming and I talked about how passionate we were last night. I told her how you weren’t able to keep your hands off me all night long. She’s fine with just cuddling you tonight if you’re too tired. That’s what you and I were going to do. I don’t want you to feel obligated to make love to her.”
“I appreciate that very much, honey,” Zach said. Mixed signals were coming from Colby. On the one hand, she was telling him to "break the ice" with Anming. On the other hand, they had planned to not have sex tonight themselves. Would Colby's feelings be hurt if he had sex with Anming?
“You’re so understanding,” said Colby with a big smile. “I’m so happy!” she squeaked. She got on her phone right away, presumably to text Anming the good news.
Zach figured he had better make sure Colby was reassured, physically reassured, of his love and attraction to her. Sorry, Colby's pussy. He ventured, “Can I ask a favor?”
“Sure, anything, honey-dog,” Colby answered, still texting on her phone.
“I was looking forward to cuddling with you tonight. Could I sneak over after Anming is asleep and hang out with you a bit?”
“Sure, honey-dog. Knock yourself out,” Colby said, still texting away madly on her phone.
Zach grabbed fresh gym clothes to wear to their workout the next day. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow no later than our morning workout.” He turned to leave. Even though he now planned to stop by and reassure her, he was concerned. “Honey, are you sure this is what you want? I could visit Anming some other night. We could visit Anming together.”
Colby dropped her phone, grabbed Zach, and hugged him and kissed him passionately. Looking him in the eye, she said, ”You come back to me, do you hear?”
“Always, my darling,” Zach said sincerely. “You’ll have to tell me to go to get rid of me.”
“All right then,” Colby said. “You try to show Anming a good time. Lord knows she deserves it. Be good to her.” Then she pushed Zach out the hatch and closed it. It seemed she was dead serious.
From his quarters, Cabin B3, Zach walked antispinward through Hydroponics Bay B4. He traversed Storage Area B4 to arrive at Radial Arm Bay B2. He cycled the pressure doors on the radial arm bay and climbed up to weightlessness in the central cylinder. Floating weightless through the core, his thoughts of Colby's seeming change in attitude were swirling along with his sense of direction. Her conversation with Anming had clearly affected her deeply. At the same time, his loins thrilled in anticipation of having the lovely Anming likely soon spread underneath him, shrieking and taking his cock. He climbed down Radial Arm A2 on the opposite side of the ring to Radial Arm Bay A2. He cycled the pressure doors there to arrive at Laundry Area A. From there he walked through Storage Area A2 and Hydroponics Bay A2 to arrive at Anming’s door, Cabin A2.
Anming was waiting for Zach when he knocked on her hatch. She greeted him in the nude and let him in, closing the hatch behind him. She was a touch below medium height for a woman and slender, with proportional breasts and dark brown puckered nipples. Yum! He would not think about the scarring. Instead he looked down at her cute little muff. It was adorable, like a black tribble. Her face was unblemished and lovely, her dark brown eyes seeing through to his soul. It was just like when he first met her climbing out of her T-38. She led him over to her bed and they lay down together. Zach was still in his scrubs but with his shoes kicked off. They kissed. There was no hurry. “Colby is a curious woman,” remarked Anming. “I truly believe she would rip her heart out of her own chest to save a person she cared about. We must protect her, Zachary.”
“I agree, but she’s a strong woman, too. Neither you nor I would ever do anything to intentionally hurt her. I don’t worry about it. You know, Colby said the same thing about you. ‘We should protect you at all costs,’ or something like that. But you’re a strong woman. I trust you’ll stay close and let us support you in any way possible. As for me, I’m quite sure you two, when you got together, talked all about protecting me.”
Anming chuckled, “Yes we did. I was worried about us both wearing you down. She assured me that you were quite virile and could handle us both easily. I find that hard to imagine,” she teased. And with that, there was tickling and wrestling and more kissing. Zach got up and took his clothes off. She stood up and ran her hands over his tight abs. She stroked his lean but muscular arms and legs. She traced her fingers across his muscular chest and back. “You truly are a specimen, Zachary. Oh, hmm, this is embarrassing to say, but I’ve always dreamed of having a Caucasian lover. Living in communist China, I’ve never had. You are built like an action movie hero! This is better than my feeble fantasies.”
“For my part, I’ve always dreamed of having a lover as beautiful and exotic as you. You are so delicate, so exquisite—”
“Don’t flatter me so flagrantly,” Anming said, slapping Zach on the arm. “I’m an old hag.”
“What are you talking about?" Zack said. "You’re five years younger than I am, and you look like you could be in high school. Seriously, I’m going to have to check your ID before we go any further. I want to make sure I’m not committing statutory rape.”
“Will that do?” Anming said, pointing to her Nobel Prize diploma hanging on the wall. “They only give that to has-beens.”
“You’re awful!” Zach said, resulting in another tickle fight. They rolled and wrestled playfully on the bed and rolled off the bed in a pile of laughter. Martian gravity was good because they could roughhouse like they were kids. They just bounced, as if they were children. They didn’t need a padded room and a judo mat like they would have on Earth. It was pure fun.
Anming ended up straddling Zach's tummy with a serious look on her face. Her peeking open vulva stamped a wet spot on him. She leaned over and kissed him fiercely, passionately. She was trembling. As they kissed he sat up, lifted her in his arms, and stood up. She was light in Martian gravity. He laid with her on the bed, and kissed her neck, and kissed her breasts. Her breathing changed. It seemed they were quite sensitive. He continued to kiss her nipples and explore her vulva with a gentle touch. Gently, he stroked a finger wetted from her gently across her clitoris and her hood, feeling and delicately exploring. She kicked her legs and hips and made a low sound like “hmm!” like a growl, followed by a squeak.
“Did you just have an orgasm?” Zach asked.
“Yes,” Anming said. “I’m afraid I can’t help myself. I’m so excited to have you here. Oh it’s so hot in here, isn’t it?”
“Well, you are smokin’ hot in the metaphorical sense,” Zach mused, stroking Anming’s vulva slowly with his fingers. “I’m sure the climate system is fine. It’s probably me. Women tell me I’m very warm, like actually warm. I’m probably heating you up.”
“You certainly are in every sense of the term,” Anming breathed raggedly.
“Good to hear,” said Zach. He got down between Anming’s legs. She had a rich, mild scent. By her smell and taste, she evidently had showered just before he had arrived.
From only a few licks, Anming seemed quite enthusiastic. “I had a boyfriend in college who used to do some of this to me. Oh, oh, wait, I can’t talk when you do it.”
Anming was a talker. Well, so was Zach. And he liked to listen. He stopped. “Just the one?”
“I’ve had several boyfriends,” Anming said defensively. “He was the only one who, you know, with his mouth. In our culture, it’s all about the state, and if not the state, it’s all about the man. A woman serves, even a somewhat famous woman like me. In the bed, definitely a woman serves. I loved that boyfriend. He was the only one who understood me at all, I think. We had to part ways, though. You go where the state tells you to go, or suffer the consequences.”
“Well, now you have a boyfriend who can’t do without this,” Zach said, “If I can presume to be your boyfriend yet.”
“I know enough about you from talking to Colby,” Anming chuckled. “Sure, boyfriend, you’re my boyfriend.” He started licking again, and she quickly became inarticulate. “Ow!” shouted.
Zach stopped. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Anming said breathlessly. “I said ‘how’ which means ‘good’ in Chinese. I’ll try to stick to English when I’m gasping,” she joked. “Let me practice: YES! What else? Oh yes! HEAVENS!”
“I am not sure what kind of porn you’ve been watching,” Zach commented.
“Victorian-era romance novels. ZOUNDS!” joked Anming.
“Knock yourself out, but I can’t tongue lash you and laugh at the same time,” retorted Zach.
“I want you to stop tongue lashing me anyway and… hmm…” Anming got serious again.
“What?”
“I want you to get the pleasure a man gets from a woman, that a woman gives a man. I want to give you pleasure. I want you to cover me. Don’t be hesitant. I want you to use this ugly body as your plaything until you orgasm.”
“Let’s try something more sedate to begin with,” Zach suggested. He lay next to her, face to face, lubed up a finger, and slowly glided into her wet quim. It went in slickly but with some back-pressure. She was tiny and tight.
Anming breathed heavily. “This feels good. I haven’t had anyone do this to me in a long time. Not since I was first playing with boys. It seems like most men want to get straight to the point. And you should too, Zachary. You’re stalling. I know from your hardness that you’re desiring to inseminate me.”
“That’s fine, too, sometimes, but slow is good for you right now.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I have only this ugly scarred body… Zach… a... ry... uhh!” Then Anming bucked and squeaked. “You’re… ha-ha… you’re going to make me do it again… oh!” Another buck and a squeak. Well, her g-spot appeared to be in good working order. Zach added some lube and added a finger. Her vulva and the outermost five inches of her vagina were thoroughly slick. She was ready as she would ever be, but so very tiny. “Hey… huh hah!” she said with a squeak and a buck of her hips. He added a finger and with his two fingers made a come hither motion brushing her g-spot. She made noise with every thrust of his fingers. Her hips were shaking. He had to hold her tummy down to keep her from bucking out his fingers. Stroke, stroke, stroke, she seemed to be in continuous orgasm. Her arms were frozen in a fending position above her. Her eyes were closed and brows clenched. Her breathing was filled with rasping growls or squeaks. She was doing wonderfully with this, but he didn’t want to wear her out, so he stopped. “What did you do to me?” she gasped when she could catch her breath.
“That’s your g-spot,” Zach said simply. “Do you want more of that?”
“Some other time,” Anming said. “You’re stalling again, diverting me, pampering me. I won’t break. I can handle a little pain. After all, a baby will come through there. I want to bear your child, and for that, I need you to be able to finish your orgasm inside me. Why are you hesitating? Do my scars disgust you too much?” She was getting nervous and freezing up.
“On the contrary, I’m extremely excited to have you, Anming,” Zach assured her. “I’m preparing you. This is part of being with an overly large man, okay? Soon you’ll be able to take me without much preparation. To begin with, and especially considering your injuries, we should be cautious.” This seemed to reassure her. Even though she was already very wet and well-lubed both, he spread medical lubricant all over his cock.
Anming looked like she could not wait another moment before bursting into tears. Zach spread her firmly but lovingly. With the fingers of one hand guiding it, he slowly pressed the head of his cock at her tiny opening. “Oof!” she said in surprise as his glans abruptly and tightly popped in.
“Please talk to me and tell me if you feel any pain,” Zach asked.
“It feels good so far,” Anming said with a smile. She might be lying, but if she was in pain, it didn’t appear to be very much. Suddenly, nervously, she said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this, you know, with the engine of destruction. I know babies come out of here, but…”
“Relax,” soothed Zach. “Nothing’s going to happen that you’re not ready to try.” Slowly, by the quarter inch, he pushed into her.
“I’m feeling pressure!” Anming reported.
Zach stopped and asked, “Good pressure or bad pressure?”
“Good pressure!” Anming said emphatically.
“That’s good,” Zach said, and continued.
“Oh, it’s rubbing everything! Oh! Stop! I’m about to—” Anming’s hips kicked and she growled and finished with a squeak.
“Are you okay?” Zach asked.
“Yes!” Anming said, “Are you feeling pleasure?”
“Yes, so much pleasure!” Zach said reassuringly and truthfully.
“You’re being too solicitous again, Zachary," Anming said. “I can tell by the excitement in your body that you want to use me very hard for your pleasure, don’t you?”
“I want to very much,” Zach answered shakily as he slowly slid in further, “I can barely restrain myself. But the last thing I want to do is hurt you, Anming. I couldn’t enjoy that.”
“My sweet man,” said Anming, “Nnnng. EEP!” From his position three quarters of the way in, Zach rocked back and then forward an inch, back and forward. She cried, “Don’t restrain your pleasure in me, Zachary.” She was still reasonably comfortable and feeling pleasure, so he picked up his pace and the length of his stroke. He could just barely feel the back of her now. He had an inch of cock to go. He was going very fast and shallow, and barely tapping the extent of her vagina lightly. “Ow! Ohwooooo!” she howled, suddenly lost in orgasm, thrashing.
“Are you good?” he ventured, stopping.
“I’ve never felt anything like that!” she said. “So intense! I feel so full! And when you move in me! Such pleasure! I’m rubbed so firmly! And I look down, I can’t believe it all disappeared in there.”
“Actually, I have another inch to go.”
“My word!”
“This is fine, though. I feel the extent of you tight around me. Your vagina will stretch more as we make love. I won’t force it. Enjoy it,” Zach said, and he resumed moving in Anming deeply and slowly. Her body made movements that urged him to go faster and faster. It seemed that she was used to or liked a rapid pace. He didn’t mind. He found her pace, which was fast, but she was ecstatic at that pace. She was out of her mind shouting random Chinese words, he assumed. She howled out orgasms with increasing ferocity as he continued to feel overwhelming pleasure from her slick tightness. He stopped worrying about her condition and lost himself in the pleasure of her vagina thrumming and gripping him so fiercely, and with each grip, another cry of pleasure was wrenched from her. Even though the pace was not his pace, his orgasm charged up on him. He preferred it slow and sometimes very slow where he could feel a woman more. He was all the way in now, hitting the back of her not too hard. At this pace, it was all jiggles, but in her Chinese puzzle of a snatch it didn’t matter; it was going to get him. He panted, “I’m going to… inside… okay?” She was beyond reason. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She clutched him, convulsing, shouting Chinese punctuated by wet howls.
Zach thrust in and stayed locked, “RAAAAAAAH!” Anming gave a shudder. As his hot cum burst from him in pulses, she flinched and moaned with satisfaction. Her hips danced as squirt after squirt shot into her, reflexively milking him dry. Mmm. She gripped him so darn tight. The contents under pressure dribbled out. To save her sheets, he pulled out and put a towel on her. She gave a final orgasmic thrash and cry as he vacated her womb. The cum flooded out of her. He couldn’t believe he had that much cum for her after a day like this.
“That was,” moaned Anming, barely conscious, “indescribable. It was so intense, so exciting, so pleasurable. It was a new experience, a kind of Nirvana. If I can have that every day, if I can even tolerate it without exploding into sparkles, I will surely be the happiest woman ever.”
“Wow,” said Zach, intimidated. “I hope I can keep living up to that review. Well, you’re already the most brilliant woman in history. Why not go two for two and be the happiest? I’ll do everything I can to make that come true.”
Anming said, “Mmmmm.” She was drifting in her ecstasy still.
“I think that’s enough for you for tonight,” Zach counseled. “Let’s see how your parts feel in the morning.”
“Yes, doctor,” Anming sighed. “Colby and I talked about our other crewmates. How their needs would be met. Colby and I could not in good conscience keep this bliss from anyone as deserving as our crewmates. Zachary, we know you need to see other women, for babies, for morale. Keep our crew satisfied. If you need an evening or two away from us occasionally, we’ll understand. If you need some time alone, we’ll understand. We’ve talked about it. We want to take care of you. We want to take care of our sister crewmates despite our proprietary desires.”
Zach said, “Thank you. Colby and I have an unwritten code about that. I call it our bubble. She’s let you into our bubble. She ignores anything she happens to witness between me and other women. I in turn try to expose her to as little as possible. This way we maintain an illusion of a normal life together, of monogamy, in our relationship. Now that you’re with us, I guess it will be an illusion of stereogamy. Will you play along for Colby’s sake?”
“I will. I enjoy the notion, too. Being in a stereogamy, as you put it, is already far outside my comfort zone. Any amount of normalcy we can create is good for all of us, I think. Being in a stereogamy with you and Colby, I know it will be good. We are solemn sisters now,” Anming declared. She continued, "When Colby and I spoke, I had no idea how good it could be. Now I want to stay in bed with you all the time. If I feel good tomorrow morning, would you please get some small satisfaction in my ugly body again?”
“Yes, and it's a lot of satisfaction, and you're very beautiful.”
“Don't contradict me; it's very rude,” Anming scolded, but Zach could tell she was pleased.
“You're asking for another tickle,” Zach warned. “But we should sleep so that you can be ready for more fun in the morning. Oh, I almost forgot. We need to stimulate your anus, like Ayana said.”
“Oh, no. It’s dirty,” Anming said.
“It is not dirty. I saw it. It’s perfectly clean. Come on, roll over,” said Zach. Dutifully, Anming rolled over. “I didn't bring a vibrator with me on this mission, because I'm an idiot. Maybe I can borrow one later. Even so, I'll do the best I can with my fingers.” He put a pillow under her hips so that her anus was on prominent display. He got a rubber glove and some surgical lube out of his pocket, put on the glove, spread lube on two of his gloved fingers, and massaged firmly around and on her anal area with increasing vigor. “Let me know if anything starts to hurt,” he said.
“It's not hurtful, just disgusting,” Anming said with a moue.
“Well, this is part of your physical therapy, young lady,” Zach said. “Here, this might make it more pleasant.” He played with her clitoris with his other hand while he continued massaging her anus. This became a problem. She bucked her hips forward to rub her clit more firmly on his finger. In doing so, she closed her butt cheeks on his other hand. So, he penetrated her vulva with his fingers and teased her g-spot. To get more pleasure, she rocked her hips back and presented her anus to him like a good girl.
Anming moaned, “You're a disgusting brute.” She stretched and rocked her hips back reflexively. She sighed and shuddered with increasing pleasure as he teased her g-spot. He massaged around and slightly inside her anus vigorously. She was nearing climax from this stimulation. “No I won't,” she moaned, fighting the feeling. “I'm a disgusting slut,” she lamented. She let out a low little growl followed by a squeak, and her whole body shook.
Zach stopped the stimulation and wiped her up. “It's not disgusting at all Anming, it's beautiful. Please don't torture yourself for taking pleasure in my loving touches.”
“You're right, Zach, I should never reject your touch. It's just that... hmm... we'll discuss it some other time.”
Zach turned out the light and snuggled to Anming. They drifted off to sleep. He had a silent alarm set in his watch that would vibrate and awaken him. It was set to wake him in time to look in on Colleen and catch up on more work. To him it was the best feeling to drift off to sleep next to the brilliant theorist and passionate woman in the dark. He looked forward to a lifetime of ecstatic bliss for both of them together.
(To be continued)
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33: Friday, July 17, 0030 hours CST: Comprehensively Colleen
Zach’s watch quietly buzzed him awake at 12:30 AM. He crept out of bed, but Anming woke up. He said gently, “There are a few things I need to attend to. Doctors never really sleep, you know. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Very well,” Anming conceded. “Hurry back.”
Zach threw on his scrubs and went to Colette’s quarters. He expected she was trying to catch up on sleep before going on duty at 2 AM. She was awake and reading. She was sitting in a chair and had on a skirt with no panties. He said, “Give me the belt.” She got it out of her purse and handed it to him. “Assume the position.” She bent forward facing away from him and grabbed her ankles. He flipped up her dress to examine the damage done by the lashes he’d given so far. The region was still angry-looking from the lashes he’d dealt her four hours ago, but there were no nicks or bruising.
He gave her two more hard lashes across her backside and vulva and handed the belt to her. When she had put it away, she got on her knees in front of him. “Suck me,” he said. This time, she tasted yet another anonymous pussy on him, namely Anming’s. His excitement in her teasing throat grew quickly. He’d had some rest, and he was always horny when he was up at night. Not even five minutes later, he was hovering near orgasm. “Finish,” he said, and she bobbed a few more times, giving exquisite pleasure. He was overcome. He spent satisfyingly down her throat with a grunt. He'd napped since his previous ejaculation, so it was a good load. She waited to disgorge him until he calmed. She cleaned him carefully and thoroughly with her tongue. Before it could start feeling too good, he pulled up his scrubs over his erect cock and left.
From Colette’s quarters at B2, Zach traveled spinward through Hydroponics Bay B3, Storage Area B2, and Laundry Area B. He cycled both rim hatches of Radial Arm Bay B2 and proceeded through Storage Area B4 and Hydroponics Bay B4 to his own quarters at Cabin B3. From there, he walked through Hydroponics Bay B5, Air Processing B, and Storage Area B5. He arrived at Hydroponics Bay B6 where he bumped into Charisse and gave her a hug. "I still love you," he said.
"Don't hurt yourself," Charisse said.
"Don't worry," Zach assured her. "I'm a big boy, and I can love who I have to love. I’m responsible for my feelings." He continued spinward to Berte’s quarters at B4. He traveled through Recreation B to Head B2 and rinsed off in the shower there.
After Zach rinsed off quickly in the shower, he continued spinward through Exercise B to Radial Arm Bay A1. He cycled both rim hatches to enter Control Room A. Alexis was there, thankfully not being orally serviced at the moment. Even so, her panties were sitting on the main console. She waved to him in greeting. “Do you always put your panties there?” he asked.
“Oops, sorry,” she said. She didn't look sorry, quite the opposite. She stood up and braced herself against the console. She flipped up the back of her skirt, exposing her bare ass. “Fancy a shag?”
Alexis had a nice, tight, evenly tanned ass, and she was one of the best wigglers of all time. Something felt wrong but oh so right about her audacious proposal. When was the last time he ran across someone and spontaneously fucked them? He had been racing around like a mad rooster on a schedule. On the other hand, could this get him kicked off the mission? “Should we really be doing that, what with you driving the ship at the moment and all?” asked Zach.
“The ship is parked in orbit,” she argued. “There’s nothing to drive.”
“But we’re supposed to be acting like the ship is going somewhere. This is a dry run. What would Colleen do?” Zach asked.
“Probably missionary,” replied Alexis. “Isn’t that where you’re headed?”
“You know me too well. The difference, though, is that she’s off duty and asleep.”
“So much the better. She won’t care if you’re a bit late. Look, I’ll be standing up right here while you’re fucking me. If there was an emergency, I would have to get up to deal with it. That takes a second. I’m standing up while you’re fucking me. It would take me less than a second to slide off of you and go deal with the problem. I rest my case.”
Zach got behind her and found her, not surprisingly, to be wet. “Would you like a little oral to warm you up?” Zach asked.
“No, I’m fine,” Alexis replied. “I’d rather not keep you long, and if you get started, you know me. I’ll keep begging you for more. How about you? Need a few strokes down my throat to firm you up?”
“Not necessary,” said Zach, pulling down his scrub pants and getting out his erect cock. “This conversation is doing nicely.” He thrust in while her muscles held open for him. She stayed that way for a bit to let him harden up in her wet teasing tunnel. When she felt him to be fully extended, she tightened her muscles and clipped him lusciously in rhythm to his strokes.
“Fuck me, stud,” Alexis whimpered. “You own this wet little pussy, don’t you? All of this little pussy, yes, Zach. Oh yeah! Hit all the way up! Good-good-good-good-AHHH!” Alexis orgasmed and shook but held steady on her legs. “Oh yeah, open me, does it feel good tiger?”
“Yeah,” said Zach, who was not very articulate in moments like this. Now that Alexis had orgasmed, she was apparently making sure that her quickie lived up to its name. She used her strong cunt muscles to snap onto his dick and stroke and tease it in maddening ways. So it was, in not too many more strokes, he unloaded a couple of good squirts into her. He did it as quietly as he could manage with a satisfied grunt.
“Ooh, piping hot!” Alexis moaned. “Just what I needed to wake me up. Could you be a dear and fetch me a towel from the head?” Zach pulled up his scrub pants and fetched her a towel. She replaced her hand with the towel, and said “That hit the spot, tiger. Thank you.”
“Always a pleasure,” said Zach, and slipped into the head for a quick wash-up.
After his wash-up, Zach stepped into Colleen’s room. His captivating young blonde commander had a dim light burning for him. She roused as he slipped into the covers next to her and gave her a gentle snuggle. She turned towards him and flickered her deep blue eyes and mischievous sleepy smile at him. He gave her pink-nippled breasts a squeeze and kissed her. They kissed and he felt her ass, which was a well-toned ass. “Honey,” she said gently, “You must be exhausted. After me, you probably have a lot more to do tonight. You should be asleep. Please, just rest with me awhile.”
“Not unless you’d rather rest,” Zach replied. He grasped her hand and put it on his already stiff, throbbing cock. “My body wants you, Colleen, and so does my heart, but I can wait. You have a lot to do too, and I don’t want to wear you out.”
“Whatever you want, I want,” Colleen said, “and I’m so happy you want me so much. It makes my heart feel safe.”
“Well, I want a lot,” said Zach. “I want to smell and taste your yummy vulva a lot until you’re ecstatic. I want to thoroughly feel the inside of your yummy vagina with my penis. I want to let out all my swimmies, that’s a medical term I learned from Berte. I want to suckle on each of your breasts while you play with yourself with your vibrator. I want to take you definitively in your lovely ass and release many less fortunate swimmies into there. And then I should go catch up on work. Should we give you a butt plug?”
“Wow, that's quite an agenda. I like it. No butt plug. I want you to open me the natural way as God and many drummers of not-so-very-good traveling rock bands in my youth intended,” requested Colleen.
“You’re still in your youth,” Zach pointed out.
Colleen flashed him that mischievous look of hers and corrected her statement, “As many statutory rapists intended.”
“Fair enough,” Zach replied. “Will you sit on my face and show me how best to lick you?”
Colleen spent the next while teaching Zach the licks, kisses, and sucking she liked best at that very moment. He got to suck at and tongue her delicate inner labia to his heart's content. While she was doing an ecstatic crying hip dance on his face, he was enjoying her responses very much. She tasted wonderful. She smelled wonderful. Her smell was especially her own to him now, like no other thing or woman. It was vitaminy, earthy, with maybe a hint of capers this time. He loved giving her joy this way.
“I’m ecstatic now,” Colleen joked, and sucked Zach’s cock up to hardness. The girl had skills, no doubt from her misspent youth as jailbait. She wanted to keep driving, so she climbed onto him cowgirl style and had some big beefy howling orgasms. She crashed down on him and wiggled with delight each time she climaxed. He was happy that she was feeling free and open with him now and going right after what she wanted joyously. After three of those, Zach became desperate and turned her over to finish in her. It was everything he’d ever wanted and then stillness.
Zach got Colleen a towel. She got out her vibrator as requested. He latched on hungrily to her right teat while she teased her other breast and then her vulva. She thought he had been joking about the nursing. She thought he had been talking about regular boob kisses. She saw how much calm enjoyment he was getting out of it. She liked that. It was unusual, but it was fine, and even sexual. It seemed to help her along well towards having an orgasm with her vibrator. Her excitement from the vibrator kept him awake during his suckling. It made him stiffly erect.
It was a quicker suckling than usual. Zach became urgent to take Colleen in her ass. She turned off the vibe and put it away. “I want to enjoy you in my ass without any distraction.” He put on a lot of lube and pushed deliciously into her anus. Once he was firmly lodged, he pumped into her with increasing force. The more vigorous he got, the more she liked it. She was very tight, and she was also wiggling with excitement. He was in heaven, and he was getting some exercise. She panted and whimpered, reaching for climax, tensing her body under him as he continued to pound her vigorously. He held on as she ascended, tensing, mewing, panting, inching her body towards her crisis. When it came, it was huge and deep. She howled out one giant crying groundswell of an orgasm. She cried and moaned in enjoyment underneath him and her anus clipped and shivered on his cock. He strained and shot his everything into her backside with all his strength, all his love. They collapsed together, her asshole still gripping his shrinking cock tightly.
“Let’s do an enema for you during one of our rec periods,” said Zach. “It somehow seems weird to me to wake you up at night to give you an enema. It’s something that you should come to me for in the morning or evening and say, yeah, do me.”
“Seems like you’re feeling touchy about consent.”
“Now that you mention it, I guess I am.” Zach slid out of Colleen and patted her with a towel. He took a towel for himself as well. She spun around, kissed him, and held him.
“Is Colette getting you down?”
“I’m good. I’m clear.”
“You can say no as well, you know.”
“I’m aware of that. It’s not that bad. Maybe I’m getting more used to it. Physically, Colette is a very skilled lover. But I’m trying to understand it erotically. I don’t think I’m doing a particularly good job. I almost wish I had a natural inclination towards this kind of behavior. Dominance I can understand. Having a slave who will do your bidding sexually is a rush even to me, provided the consent is there. And it’s clear she consents. Showing her off to Alexis was fun. I knew Alexis would love Colette more, not think less of her. But Colette didn’t know that. It was a kind of guilt-free humiliation. It was an icebreaker between those two, a fun prank. I’m up for stuff like that.”
“Actually humiliating her, I’m not so sure about. That’s maybe a problem for them. I don’t want to think of myself as someone who does that, even consensually. Even though I can see she kind of wants it, the whipping really bothers me. She did some wrong things, so now I have 12 of 20 lashes still to give her. She looked disappointed when I tried to do it loudly but not really hurt her. It’s clear that halfway measures won’t measure up for her. I can do it, because I’m a doctor, and I’m trained to cut people open. I know it won’t kill her or even permanently injure her. It’s just, ugh.”
“Do what you think is right,” Colleen advised. “Maybe Alexis would have good advice for you. She seems experienced in these matters.”
“That’s a good idea,” said Zach. “I’ll talk to her.” With that, he put his scrubs on, hugged and kissed Colleen tenderly, tucked her in, shut out her light, and left her to sleep.
(To be continued)
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34: Friday July 17, 0200 hours CST: Zach Seeks Comfort After An Argument
Zach thought of Colette after settling Colleen in for the rest of the night. He realized she was already on duty. At least he had kept on her, and that should count for something. He could bother her again starting at 10 AM. He rinsed off in Head A1 and went to work completing his previous workday.
Coming out of Head A1 into Medical Bay A, Ayana was there. “Hey,” said Zach, edging past her.
“You’ve been a stranger,” said Ayana, smiling at him. “I heard you had a lot of fun with Khushi yesterday afternoon.”
What did she know, Zach wondered. “The movie you mean?”
“Of course the movie,” she said with a bit of a look. “Have you guys been doing other things behind my back?”
“The movie wasn’t behind your back. Was it? She said she’d invited you.”
“Of course I knew,” said Ayana. “I found out about it at the last minute, but that has nothing to do with you.”
“I didn’t know. I assumed she’d spoken to you about it,” said Zach.
“Of course you did,” Ayana agreed. “Look, there’s a weird vibe going on between us. We’re good buddies, right? Hey, divide up the crew between us, and all that, right? We haven’t communicated since you set me up with Khushi. Thank you, by the way, truly and deeply, thank you Zach.” She got very moved and grabbed him in a fierce hug. Zach put his arms around her and hugged her back. Oh, she smelled so good. Well, enough of that, he thought. She continued, “You did us both a huge favor.”
Ayana let go of him, looked into his eyes, and continued in a different tone. “You must think I’m an ogre for my recent behavior, but I’m not, Zach.”
“I know you have your reasons. Khushi explained them to me. I can see your point of view.”
“It’s not just an opinion, Zach,” Ayana explained. “You don’t know what it’s like to be a lesbian in India. It’s not exactly frowned upon, but it’s considered childish, like wetting the bed. A young woman, lesbian, straight, asexual, whatever, is expected to get married and have a big family. She must do it for her family by hook or by crook or be shunned, no ifs, ands, or buts. Especially Khushi. You saw her family.”
“I did.”
“Then you know how strong her family’s expectations are for her. She’s been indoctrinated from birth to think not of her own happiness and success, but that of her family. If she steps out of line, her parents would shun her until she stepped back in again. Maybe not even then. They can’t know.”
“I get the idea, but nothing has changed for her. I still see her pleasing others before thinking about what she wants.”
“She doesn’t know what she wants!” Ayana said angrily.
“That’s exactly what her parents would say,” Zach pointed out.
“Except I really want what’s best for her!”
“Her parents would say that too,” Zach pointed out.
“I’m not proposing a lifetime of abstinence, Zach. I’m talking about only a few months so she can clear her head. And it’s something I’m going to be right with her on at every step. In the beginning, we agreed to an open relationship. I need a little sexual variety. She thinks she wants men. She thinks she is not interested in other women, just me. So we decided to go monogamous since she agreed to try this. No outside partners.”
Zach knew Ayana was violating that rule despite her promise to Khushi, but on the other hand, he had just cuckolded Ayana, so he had no moral high ground in the matter. “Look, you two do what you want. I don’t know anything about being gay. Have you talked to Colleen? Gotten some counseling? Because you two have been fighting.”
“Yes, we have seen Colleen, and we’ll continue to,” Ayana assured him. “We have a regular weekly session. I promise you that I want Khushi to live her best, fullest life, Zach. And I actually hope that includes you sexually. You’re a really great guy. If there’s any man I trust to treat her right, it would be you. I miss our friendship, Zach. You’re eight for eleven, man. I give up!”
“Nine for eleven.”
“Shut the front door. You boinked Miss Nobel Icicle?”
“Don't call her that. You know what happened to her.”
“What men did to her, yes.”
“Men?! In general?!” fumed Zach. “Now you’re pissing me off.”
“It’s not you in particular, Zach,” Ayana assured him. “I’m speaking of systemic sexism propagated by men. It continues to put men in positions of power over women. This inevitably leads to the abuse of women. And are you a part of that system? I don’t think you can see your way out of it.”
“I’m NOT a part of THAT!” Zach fumed, and got out of there quickly before he lost any more of his temper. He got to the other side of Radial Arm Bay A1. He thought to himself sarcastically, well that went well. That was really mature, Zach. He called Ayana. "I'm sorry for my outburst. Anming's torture is a really emotional thing for me right now. My behavior was inexcusable."
Ayana replied, "I'm sorry too. I wasn't trying to imply that you had anything to do with Anming's torture. I honestly don't think that for a moment, Zach. You are one of the best, kindest people I've ever met. I wanted to mend things with you, Zach, and through my careless blabberings, I fucked it up again. I feel horrible."
"Well, I forgive you. Let's keep trying."
"Likewise," Ayana concluded. And the conversation ended.
Zach was still upset at himself and the world, and he didn't understand why. He strode antispinward past Berte’s to Colby. In the dark, he lubed his cock. “Hey baby,” said Colby sleepily, ”Oh ahh slow down, honey. Slow… c’mere. Oh you’re crying. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Colby is here to take care of you. Come on now, oh yeah. That’s my stud.” Then there was a lot of panting and pushing in the dark for a while. Then, “Mmm yeah baby, mmm yeah baby, HUH-AH!” she climaxed as he kept moving in her.
“RRRAH!” Zach ejaculated into Colby. He slid out and patted a towel on her. He got up and put on his scrubs.
“Hold it, buster,” said Colby. “Is Anming okay?”
“Anming is great. Anming is fine,” said Zach shortly. “I ran across Ayana and we argued. It-”
“Okay,” said Colby. “That’s all I needed to know. I know your dealings with our crewmates outside of Anming and me are complicated. I’m always ready to listen to anything on your mind, if you want to talk to me about it. Are you talking to Colleen about it?”
“Yes.”
Colby chuckled, relieved. “Well you had me terrified, because this is your first night with Anming. I was terrified and having a very deep, satisfying orgasm well up in me, and that’s simply unfair.”
“I’m not sorry,” Zach smiled.
“Don’t be!” said Colby. “Have you and Anming just been resting, or...”
“This is where it gets unclear how much I should be sharing,” said Zach.
“She’s my heart!” said Colby. “She’s me. She’s sharing our bed, Zach. Tell me everything in detail. Jesus, I’ll probably be watching you two go at it tomorrow night. It’s not like you need to soft pedal it.”
“Okay.” Zach looked inwards, trying to do it justice. “We kissed. We talked. We horsed around. Things got serious. I was very worried about her being ready, prepared, not hurting her. She kept begging me to not hold back. Finally, I didn’t. She took it like a champ.”
“She had fun?” Colby clarified.
“She gave me some kind of review involving exploding into sparkles,” chuckled Zach. “Now I’m worried that lightning won’t keep striking.”
“Calm down and go back to her. Everything will be fine, babe,” said Colby. “I need to sleep.” She turned out the light. Zach left quietly.
To avoid Medical Bay A1 where he had run into Ayana, Zach walked antispinward to Head B1 to wash up. Perhaps the avoidance was childish behavior; perhaps it fell into the category of self-care. At any rate, he continued antispinward to arrive at Anming’s the long way around the rim. By the dim light, he saw Anming was sleeping peacefully. He let her sleep and went to finish his duty for yesterday.
At 4:30 AM Zach was back, and he climbed into bed with Anming. He was tired, but not tired enough to not be immediately aroused by her proximity. He was pulsing hard looking at and touching her naked body in the dim light and remembering her curses or endearments in Chinese punctuated by howls of ecstatic orgasm. He checked her and found her to be not just moist, but wet. The exploration of his fingers roused her some.
He lubed up his cock and spread her as she roused further. He pushed slowly but firmly into her deliciously tight vagina as she emitted a mewing noise. He grabbed her ass and took her in earnest with even more thrilling pleasure than he recalled. He must have been much more tense than he’d seemed to himself the first time. Her regular whimpers began. One of his fingers was lubed up, and he used it to tease her anus as he held her ass tightly and plumbed her, but remembered not to penetrate his finger very far into her anus. Suddenly, she thrashed and fought, but he had her firmly pinned. Her eyes were wide now and bored into him fiercely. Then her expression softened, and she moaned, “Oh, Zachary!” He could feel her hips and legs relax and open more to him, and her arms, instead of thrashing around, grabbed his back. Her nails dug in. After one particularly strong growl and squeak relaxed her, she squeezed her eyes shut and emitted a string of Chinese ending in a wet, full-throated howl. He entered his short strokes and she continued vocalizing loudly, knowing he was close, “Ah! Oh! Oh! Ah! Arrrrrr! EEP!”
Zach climaxed with a “RAAHHH!” and a good big squirt of cum and relaxed onto the bed.
A minute of blissful silence and closeness later, he fetched a towel and pulled out with a splash. Even more than after Colby, he felt gloriously right with the world. He fell directly to sleep.
(To be continued)
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35: Friday July 17, 0600 hours CST: Anming’s Agony and Ecstasy
Zach’s eyes popped open as he felt Anming playing with his hair. “Don’t concern yourself,” she said. “I texted Colby. You got practically no sleep last night. You can skip a workout.” It was 6 AM. He was urgently hard for his delicious Anming, and grabbed her, and felt her. “Oh!” she said as his fingers checked her and his urgent cock pressed against her. She spread her legs as she recognized his intention. He reached for the lube. She stopped him. “Stop treating me like porcelain,” she said. “I don’t need it.” He covered her and worked his way into her. She was delicious the natural way. She made her mewing noises of pleasure as he opened her.
Zach buried himself fully in Anming’s slippery tightness and pressed deliciously against the back of her. He was extremely horny for her, so he sprinted at the pace he knew she liked best. She growled and squeaked with increasing abandon and then howled in full release. He held her hips tightly and rubbed the slippery fluids around on her anus with one finger. Even at this fast pace, he thoroughly enjoyed her, and she was ecstatic. As his excitement took him, he ventured his index finger fully into her rectum. He picked up his pace and she screeched, howled, and dug her nails into his lower back. He felt his morning batch rising up for her.
Anming howled in climax as she felt Zach’s penis erupt in her, “RAAAAHHH!!” He whimpered, “Huh! Huh! Huh!” He helplessly slammed squirt after squirt into the back wall of her shuddering vagina.
As Zach regained his senses, he saw Anming still in her reverie, eyes pinched shut, looking a little teary. He slowly removed his inadvisable finger from her pulsing anus. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her. Her legs were up where he saw them. Her toes were curled and slowly relaxed as the hot cum pacified her body. As he pulled out, she curled up and quivered and whimpered with aftershock after aftershock. He patted a towel between her legs. He turned out the light and settled down to try to get a bit more sleep.
In the pitch dark, Anming said haltingly, “You touched my dirty hole again. It was not painful, but it does bring up bad associations for me." She sighed a deep sigh. "About the wounds that left no marks. He reserved my hmm… woman’s hole for himself, as I said.” Zach found her in the dark and held her. She was trembling. She continued in a dead voice, “But on one day, only one day thankfully, he let his men have my mouth. It took all day. He has dozens of men. I threw up many times. And on that day, hmm…” Here she stopped to cry softly for a minute. She continued even more softly, “On that day the men could use my dirty hole as well.” Sobbing. She calmed down after several deep breaths. “I passed out a few times from the pain or lack of air or both. They threw a bucket of cold water on me whenever I did.”
Zach held her, held her tightly as sobs wracked her body.
Zach had thought she was done, but she continued, “One time, a man transgressed, only for a few moments. He killed him, shot the man in the head while the man was raping me. He was always watching. He dropped onto me like a rag doll and fell off. His penis jerked out of me. His blood and brain tissue were all over me. I didn’t think I could feel sorry for my attackers. That was when I was reminded they were just as enslaved as I was. When I was in my cell at night, I used to hope that the baby was his. There wasn’t much room for hope during the day, only anger and fear.”
Zach said, “I love you. You’re safe now. We’ll all protect you with our lives. They can’t reach you any more. It’s over.”
“He never did it again. Let his men use me, that is. I couldn’t make any noise for several days afterwards. He was upset by that. He punished me very harshly, but I couldn’t make any noise at all.” They cried each other to sleep.
They woke up at 7 AM, and while Zach was still rousing, Anming found spots of blood on the towel. “Oh Zach!” she said excitedly, “I’m so happy! I got my period finally!” She immediately texted Colby with the good news. Colby called Anming, and Anming put it on speaker saying, “Zach is here with me!”
“He has a way of shaking it out of you,” Colby said. “You know, I got my period the afternoon after Zach and I first made love. And then I had my new guy, my perfect new sexy guy, calling me all the time saying ‘Can I come over? Can I see you?’ and me fending him off ‘cause my cooch is spouting blood and I didn’t want our second time to be like ‘wow, I’m all covered in blood, gross’.”
“So that’s what happened,” said Zach. “You know, menstrual blood is fine. It washes off. I’m not some guy out of Deuteronomy, ladies; I’m a doctor. If I had a cut on my arm, and it bled slightly while we made love, would you be grossed out by that? And that’s a real injury. Menstruation is a natural process that tells me that you ladies are healthy and ready to bear children. If you’re looking to have a baby like we all are, what could be better than that? That said, it’s perishable organic matter, so it should be washed off afterwards.”
“I’m not worried now that we know each other better,” Colby said. “You can pound my bloody cooch any time you want it, baby. Just put a towel under. I told you when I moved in that I gave you my everything, and I meant it. The good, the bad, and the ugly, right here.”
“More like the good, the better, and the ravishing,” rejoined Zach.
Anming said, “You promised you would lead me into dangerous territory, Colby, and I solemnly promised I’d follow you. So far, I’ve experienced pleasure beyond my wildest imaginings.”
“Woo! Zach! You did good! I think you have a fan girl, baby!” interjected Colby.
“At any rate, you haven’t led me astray. Though I’ve never known a man to express the least interest in my, hmm… bloody cooch… I will I suppose, hmm… offer it as well.”
“Talk to you later, Colby,” said Zach.
“Wait! How goes the honeymoon you two?” Colby asked.
“Indescribable,” Anming enthused.
“I know, right?” said Colby slyly. “So no trouble with the size?”
“Oh, I had so much very happy trouble with the size,” said Anming. “I never want to have any other kind of trouble again!”
“I had fun, too,” offered Zach.
“I’m coming over,” said Colby and hung up. By the time she got there, Zach was asleep, having unlatched from one of Anming’s teats. Colby undressed and got into bed with the two of them. Zach snored softly while the two women chatted animatedly about how they were going to organize Zach’s quarters and their former quarters. They decided that the three of them would live in Zach’s quarters, because it was symbolic. It meant they were serious about Zach, and he was serious about them. They wouldn’t be just another stop on the rim. They would decorate their former room to be a hangout place, and yes, love nest for Zach. They could have fun with that too.
Zach’s watch buzzed at 8 AM, and he woke up. The women were still chatting away happily in low tones. He got up and threw on his scrubs, hugged and kissed them, and left.
(To be continued)
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36: Friday July 17, 0815 hours CST: Is It a Dream or a Grind?
Zach walked spinward towards Charisse and Alexis’s place. He was a little late, but with any luck they were asleep. It was two hours past their bedtime. He thought he would maybe have Charisse first and then Alexis. As he walked, he called Colleen, but she didn’t pick up. He left the voicemail, “I propose every evening at 8 PM. Let me know what you think.” He duplicated the message by text.
Charisse and Alexis were always easy work. They knew what they wanted out of Zach. They knew how to manage his state of arousal to suit their desires. They knew how to manage their level of stimulation so that they got everything they wanted. They got under him when they wanted a pounding. They rode him when they wanted more control. This morning, which was in the middle of their sleep cycle, they each wanted a quick pounding. They made satisfied sounds as he chased his own pleasure and inseminated each of them.
As he neared orgasm in Charisse, he whispered another profession of love to her. She sleepily put a finger over his mouth to stop his talking. He finished in her with no further comment other than a satisfied grunt as he climaxed. He put his scrubs on and left as the women returned to slumber. He needed to chill with regard to blurting his undying love to Charisse. She needed time. It was clear to him that he had just crossed the line with her from enthusiastic to pushy. It was a line he hated to step over even accidentally. Honestly, he shouldn't even bother to communicate at all with any of them. They all seemed to know what he was thinking and feeling better and sooner than he himself did. He needed to shut the fuck up.
Zach did an hour and a half of work. He got a text from Colleen confirming their 8 PM regular time. At 10 AM, his time for Michaela, Zach met her in Control A as she ended her shift. They climbed through the axis of the ship from Radial Arm Bay A1 to Radial Arm Bay B1 to reach her and Aanya’s quarters. He asked after Aanya, and Michaela said everything was fine with her. Michaela understood how orally fixated he was. She sat on his face and directed him how best to lick her. She filled her time getting orgasm after satisfying orgasm from his happy exploring lips and tongue. She was wonderfully fragrant and tasty for him after anticipating him during her whole watch. He absolutely loved it, as she knew he would. She rode his mouth until his face was sore and tired. She climbed off and excitedly spread for him. This was another thing they both loved. She had him pound her missionary and piledriver style to several more orgasms with her legs over her head and out. Satisfied with his pounding, to top it off, she coaxed a big batch out of his balls to fill her satisfyingly. Then she told him lovingly and a bit worshipfully to piss off and rolled over to take a short nap. He donned his scrubs and left.
Having had her all by herself like this, Zach considered how perfect and perfectly herself Michaela was. She was a depressive and pessimistic person. He was clear he would never want to be closer to her than a fuck buddy. Yet, what a woman! He wanted more for her badly, just not with him. Along with this, he was smart enough to know she understood all this already.
Zach called Colette and met her in her quarters. She was adhering to the dress code. The lashes across her quim had cleared up nicely. He gave her four more, which visibly excited her and sickened him. She forwarded a message from her husband to Zach’s phone. Zach promised to read it later. He face fucked her and climaxed in one squirt onto her held-open and freshly tenderized twat. Without a word, he pulled up his scrubs and left. Zach took a thorough shower, trying to wash away and forget his ambivalent feelings about the whipping.
He got another hour of work in before meeting Berte at noon. They agreed he would tuck her into bed at 1 PM from now on. As usual, she wanted to do everything. Colleen had spoken to her, though, and Berte was determined to get him on his way quickly. He nursed on each of Berte’s glorious breasts for a short while, leaving him hungry for more. She sat on his face long enough to get a few orgasms. She got on all fours and had him take her from behind. She had a butt plug in. She had him remove it while he continued to fuck her. She stopped him near the end and, shouting carefully prepared obscenities, had him switch to her asshole and climax there. He climaxed and ejaculated strongly into her rectum. She derived a toe curling erotic thrill from this. He left her in her bed thinking up things to shout at him next time and masturbating furiously with Jill. He went and rinsed off in the Head B2 shower.
Zach got another hour and a half of work in before meeting Aanya in Hydroponics Bay B1. They talked about their lives and kissed. Aanya took out one breast at a time for him and he nursed on them. This led to him kneeling in front of her and putting his head up under her dress. She held his head through her dress and whimpered delightfully each time she orgasmed. She was much more relaxed in her safe haven filled with her beautiful plants. He felt good serving her, petting her, focusing entirely on her. She’d had too little of that in her life. They made a date for this same time next week when they were back in Houston. After that glorious taste of her especially, he could hardly wait for this evening. She would probably want the mock rape fantasy from him again. Holding her down tightly while he came deep in her fully stretched vagina would be incredibly satisfying. He left their encounter with a gentle hug and kiss and a massive stiff erection.
Zach got another hour and a half of work done. Afterwards, he met Charisse and Alexis in Recreation A for a game of foosball. Every time a player scored a point, they got a minute of standing oral from the loser. They almost got caught while Charisse was sucking him off one time and Khushi and Ayana walked in. He was facing away from them as they entered. He pulled up his scrub pants as if he was just casually adjusting them. Charisse on the floor in front of him looked pretty suspicious. She made a point of loudly saying she was looking for a foosball that had dropped there. Ayana and Khushi ignored the situation and chatted amicably with the three of them for a few minutes.
Both Charisse and Alexis beat Zach handily but still managed to suck him off to an orgasm between them. He came with excruciating satisfaction down Charisse’s throat. She and Alexis then played each other while he watched and cheered them on, especially the oral part. It got so they were trading orgasms near the end. It was close, but Alexis won. Her prize was furtive missionary style on the couch from Zach while Charisse stood lookout while jilling.
Zach rinsed off in Head A2 and worked another hour before slipping naked into Michaela’s bed. Aanya listened to them and masturbated with Michaela’s vibrator. Michaela straddled him and rode him to several orgasms. She had him roll her into missionary position. She ordered Aanya to come over and cuddle with them. He continued in Michaela while she in turn kissed and fingered Aanya. As he spent with satisfaction into Michaela’s womb, she herself climaxed. She also put Aanya over the edge so that they all orgasmed together in a glorious three-way cum.
It was Aanya’s turn. She led Zach into her own bed where she continued to vibe herself while he enjoyed her enthusiastically from behind. No rape fantasy tonight, no problem. His energetic pounding sent her into spirals of cascading orgasms. He was able to last a long while in the ecstatic Aanya. He finished and squirted deeply and satisfyingly into her as he’d been dreaming. She switched off the borrowed vibe. He tucked her in cozily with a towel and a kiss. He quietly left them both to complete their sleep cycle.
Zach rinsed off in Head B1 and did another hour and a half of work before meeting Colleen. He enjoyed sitting and talking with her for a few minutes before they went to bed. Waking her up for sex was fine, and if it was only occasional, kind of spicy. But he found he much preferred wooing a conscious Colleen to pouncing on an unconscious one.
Without getting into the sickening specifics, Zach confided to Colleen. It was enough of a struggle for him to work through his emotions about what Anming had told him. Juxtaposed with him whipping Colette with a belt, it was a heavy burden. Even though he knew darn well that Colette was gratified by it, it made him feel unclean. That was one reason why Ayana’s careless statement had stabbed him so deeply. He was afraid he really was ethically implicated in Anming’s torture. Colleen worked through with him the good things he was doing for each of these women. It gave him some relief.
Zach relaxed in his study after a long day of testing for contaminants and fulfilling his crewmates’ sexual needs. Was his life a dream or a grind? For the time being, at least, it was a dream. This pace forever would be a grind. He expected that over time, the honeymoon period would settle down and his crewmates would want him less often. He didn’t think it would ever end up becoming a grind.
(To be continued)
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37: Friday July 17, 2045 hours CST: Colette’s Husband’s Second Letter
Zach read Colette’s husband’s second letter.
“Dear Doctor Carson,”
“I know you’ve been busy. Please make contact using the public key I previously supplied to you.”
“Your actions suggest that you’re struggling with uncertainty regarding what motivates Colette sexually. I expect you are therefore struggling with the necessary judgment calls that arise from applying the rules. I want to make it easier for you to understand things at this point. Colette, like all human beings, is extremely complex sexually. Be aware that this description of her chosen sexual expression is broad strokes, not nuanced. Working together, we can give you a more nuanced picture as time goes on.”
“Colette trusts us in an untrustworthy world. She trusts me to honestly and diligently create the framework. She trusts you to honestly and diligently execute that framework. You are being as honest an executor of the rules as we could hope for. Part of her trust, but only a part, is consent. Consent is all-important in this. Unlike most external factors in her life, we are external factors she does ultimately control with her consent. It’s everything to her that she could say, for example, ‘I don’t want to be owned anymore,’ or whatever aspect, and our response would be, ‘sure thing'. Given her nature, it’s highly unlikely she would ever not want to be owned. Even so, it’s everything that the choice is still ultimately hers. I hope this makes sense.”
“Secondly, Colette wants to be owned as a thing and used as a body. What I mean by ‘owned’ is that her body is owned ultimately (and consensually) by me sexually because I can request that you do anything sexual that I want to request that you do. She has absolutely no say in the matter. She loves that feeling. Sexually, simply, she is a piece of property, and I own the property, and you manage the property. She loves that. In her world, you could almost replace the word ‘ownership’ with the word ‘love’.”
“By ‘used as a body', I’m saying that she loves and craves the simplicity and the fundamental nature of being seen and treated purely as a physical entity. As in, a chair is for sitting, a Colette is for fucking, or for whipping, or for enemas, or whatever I choose and you execute. It’s a completely simple relationship to have. In Colette’s world, and perhaps even in ours, it’s much closer, it’s much more intimate. I would assert that the normal world is mostly people being fake towards one another. The antithesis of this being used as a body would perhaps be a cocktail party. Being used as a body is fundamentally real if we are real in our behavior. It’s like the saying ‘Dance like nobody is watching.’ She wants that kind of real from us. That whim. That dance. Whatever you really want, when you want. Because nobody else is there to witness it. She has the pleasure of ceasing to exist. Its just us and nothing. And within that nothing is her everything.”
“She is very gratified by your sexual and erotic excitement, especially your orgasms. She can see or feel it when your sperm shoots out. You can’t fake that you had an orgasm. That’s a real accomplishment of hers, a real tribute to her. You demonstrate this and your other related traits of excitement, and she feels aroused by it. She wants to see your erect cock, that’s a real thing that can’t be faked. She wants to see your excited face, your cum shooting out, feel your body fucking and straining in her. She wants to feel your cum fill her and splash onto her and hear your ecstatic sounds. She wants the smell of your cum and excitement to pervade the room. She knows from this real evidence that as an object of sexual gratification, she authentically moves you. She is similarly gratified by my sexual and erotic excitement that I share with her through correspondence.”
“She wants to depend on us. She wants to take herself out of the formula for her own sexual gratification. She craves the complete freedom of expression that comes from having her personal sexual agency completely removed from the object that is her. The toilet flushes when you push the handle. The Colette orgasms when the meat that is her is subjected to certain instructions. Then you push her handle by allowing her orgasm and she orgasms. Her complete freedom of expression is to have that turn out any way with no personal agency. The meat simply does what it is ordered to do, and we control it, like we would flush a toilet. Her agency is completely removed and completely embraced by this expression.”
“In this absolute dependency is complete interdependence. We can’t dominate in the unique way we do it to her without her to do the submitting. She can’t submit in the unique way that she submits to us without us to submit to. That is one facet of our interdependence, and there are many others. Overtly, we control everything, and her agency does not exist in that context, like flushing a toilet. However, you could also say she covertly controls everything with her consent.”
“I hope that this inadequate explanation of an extremely complex interrelationship gives you some insight. As we work together, you’ll find your own more comprehensive understanding of this.”
“I would like Colette to bear and raise a child. Since she is coming up on her ovulation week, please consider these instructions as practice for that. Starting tomorrow until you receive new instructions, I request that you specifically put your penis in her vagina. Move it however pleasures you without pulling it out, and then orgasm once and inseminate in her vagina in a way conducive to impregnation. I request that you do this once and only once a day. The timing is up to you. I request that you be rigorous in doing this once and only once per 24 hour cycle as of 0000 hours tonight. To prepare her, you may put the bullet vibrator she carries into her vagina and put it on the low setting for up to an hour beforehand. Once you are ready to fuck her, have her remove the bullet vibrator and clean it with her mouth before doing anything else. Those are my instructions.”
“I understand that you are good at whipping Colette painfully with the belt. Modify the punishment to five lashes of the kind you are performing per infraction for the time being. These lashes, when applied, must be applied in quick succession. If there are multiple infractions, please administer no more and no less than five lashes per day until all infractions are cleared. I’m aware that you find these punishments distasteful. Over time I’m sure you’ll understand what these punishments mean to Colette and therefore be able to administer them without any ambivalent feelings.”
“Have Fun,”
“X.”
Colette's husband was getting a lot more specific with his instructions! Well, what did Zach expect considering his inventive interpretation of the rules and instructions to date?
It was long overdue to communicate directly with Colette’s husband. He followed the instructions for sending X his public key in the clear. He then started an encrypted chat with him. “This is Zach Carson. I apologize for taking so long to connect with you directly. Please forgive me.” The man might be asleep or anything. He would hear from him soon.
Next Zach called Colette, waking her up. "Meet me tomorrow morning at 10:30 AM in your quarters. Be prepared."
"I don't know what was in my husband's instructions," Colette reminded him.
"Then be prepared for anything," Zach said, and hung up.
(To be continued)
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38: Friday July 17, 2100 hours CST: Stereogamy
Zach arrived at his quarters at 9 PM, a full hour before the official start of their sleep cycle. Colby and Anming were still at work on the room. It had sprouted an amazing amount of storage. Anming’s Nobel diploma was displayed prominently on the wall. There were some other beautiful paintings and photos he had not yet seen. Colby was deliciously nude, the epitome of chocolate naked petite strength. She had just enough boobs and butt for him to know she was resoundingly fertile.
Anming had joined Colby in nudity. She was a few inches taller than Colby, slender, willowy, and looked pale in comparison to Colby. Anming was a light caramel, punctuated by her unruly tribble of a muff. Einstein had his wild head of hair, while hers was short, straight, and perfectly restrained. Little did her fellow scientists know (as far as he knew) that her unruly hair was elsewhere. She also had a bit of string dangling down; she was wearing a tampon.
They looked happy and relaxed in their nakedness. They seemed to be getting along great. His heart filled with joy to see it. His penis hardened with excitement as he regarded these two beautiful women nude together in his bedroom. These women wanted to own him together, sleep with him together, be his mates together. He felt profoundly blessed.
“Honey dog! You’re home early!” Colby said, leaping into his arms, which was becoming her routine when he came home. She gave him a big wet kiss that tasted of marijuana wafers. Were these two ladies stoned? Anming approached and quietly put her arms around them.
Colby said, “We can finish arranging the room later. Come help me Anming.” Colby climbed out of Zach’s arms and tugged on his scrub top. A moment later, Anming’s hands joined Colby’s. He was wrapped up in his scrub top that Colby was trying to pull off of him. Anming was chasing them trying to pull down his pants. All three of them were laughing.
Some of it, he could tell, was nervous laughter. These women had never seen another couple have sex in person. Neither one had ever allowed a third person to watch them make out, either. But it seemed they had discussed this between them and had a plan that they were comfortable with. If they were in control, and especially Anming was in control, he felt more comfortable. Since Colby's request that Anming join them, he’d had a passing concern. Anming might be triggered by being with multiple sexual partners. The situation had only happened to her before in the context of her rape. That was the last thing he wanted.
As it stood, they were still trying to wrestle his scrubs off of him. He wasn’t making it either too easy or too difficult. Colby had wrestled his top off and was now grabbing off his deck slippers. She threw them into the corner. Anming continued giggling, laughing, and trying to wrestle his pants off. She got his scrub pants off, leaving him in his boxer briefs. “We’re going to massage you,” Colby told him. “Get on your tummy on the middle of the bed.”
“You want these off?” Zach asked them, indicating his boxer briefs. They nodded, and he took off his briefs. They made cat-calling noises. Anming said something that sounded lewd and appreciative in Chinese. He threw them into the open hamper where they had thrown his shirt and pants. He got to the middle of the bed on his tummy and closed his eyes. Soon he felt some oil and two hands on his back, Colby’s. Two other more petite hands that had to be Anming’s joined them. They ran their hands over his body. They talked between them about more things to do with the room. He got aroused. The wrestling and tickling was not particularly arousing to him. He’d done plenty of that kind of thing with his two older sisters when he was a kid. However, two beautiful naked women rubbing him with oil, this was different.
After a relaxing time, Colby had Zach roll over on his belly. His cock lay fully erect against his belly. She put a warm washcloth over his eyes. “Hmm,” she said.
“Hmm,” said Anming. “Distracting.” Apparently she was referring to his cock.
“What should we do about it?” asked Colby. In response, two oily hands, Anming’s, closed around Zach’s cock. He took the towel off his eyes and saw Colby’s beaming face and Anming’s shy face. There Colby was, with her big eyes, cute button nose, big sensuous lips, and incandescent smile. She spread oil on his cock and grabbed it. And there Anming was, with with her wide-set almond eyes that drilled into your soul. Her long dainty face was punctuated by a thin aquiline nose. She had a small mouth and thin lips. Her lower lip held just a hint of perpetual pout. She was gently holding and stroking his cock. If Colby was the epitome of cute and pretty, Anming was the epitome of serene beauty.
“Okay, so you know about baseball, right?” Colby asked Anming.
“I know it’s a game played by men outdoors,” related Anming. “They wear caps.”
“Women too,” Colby explained. “When I was a kid, the way we would pick which team would go first was to do this.” She moved her hand down and held Zach’s shaft at the base. “Now you put your hand here, got it?” She held his cock with her other hand directly above the first and then removed it. Anming tentatively grabbed the shaft of his penis as indicated. These two prim, proper, and mildly stoned women were kneeling on the bed on either side of him. They were playing. They were having fun being with him together. It was utterly delightful. He felt so lucky.
Colby continued, “We would do this with a baseball bat instead of Zach’s penis. The first one to reach the top wins.” She put her other hand above Anming’s on his shaft and covering the head. “See, I won, because I got to the top.” Colby took her hands off. “Now you start.” This time Anming put her hand at the base, Colby followed, and then Anming’s other hand. “I don’t know, it’s close. I guess it’s right up there. Okay, you win.”
“What do I win?” asked Anming.
“You get to put your mouth on it first,” replied Colby.
“But you won the first time,” argued Anming, “so we should both do it.”
“If you insist, sister,” Colby agreed. Anming took off her top hand. The women approached Zach’s penis with their mouths and kissed and licked it experimentally. They were like two friends trying to share a yummy popsicle without inadvertently kissing. They were sharing territory back and forth but trying to stay away from more than occasionally bumping lips or tongues. These women were driving him insane with their friendly tentative play. He looked down on them in utter fascination. It was mind-blowing levels of erotic. Colby began sucking on his tip while Anming wetly mouthed one side of his shaft. They switched places. “Do it,” said Colby, and Anming pushed her spitty mouth down on his head. She got his head and a bit of his shaft in her mouth before stalling out. Her look was intense, but she had to back away.
“Lookit here, girl,” said Colby, and pushed more of Zach’s cock into her mouth, choked resoundingly, and backed off. “I know what I wanna try!” she said suddenly. She lay on her back on the bed, put her head over the side, and opened her mouth. “Now do it,” she ordered, “Fuck my throat.” He slid off the bed and stood up. He lined up on Colby’s throat and thrust his cock in slowly. Anming looked on. Colby took more than she had with him prone. She choked and he backed off a bit. “Rrrr guh!” she said around his cock. It felt wonderful.
Zach tried again, slowly pushing in. Colby choked later. He backed off and came out of her mouth. “I think this would have to be a whole thing,” he said.
“I agree,” said Colby. “I'm rusty. It was fun to try, though. It really is easier. Give it a try, sister.”
Anming positioned herself on her back on the edge of the bed. She sighed and said, “This ugly throat will attempt to open for Zachary.” As he approached her, she abruptly sat up and then stood up on the bed. She walked over and turned on the dim bedside lamp. She climbed off the bed and turned off the overhead light. The light was much better.
“Oh wow, that’s good,” said Colby. “Good thought.”
Anming took out her tampon and wrapped it in tissue. She threw it into the tiny trash basket they had wedged between two wardrobes. She got a big towel from Colby’s pile of towels. She pulled down the blankets on one side of the bed. She laid the towel down on the sheet, climbed onto the towel, and pulled the blanket up to her neck.
“Is everything okay?” asked Zach.
“Yes,” said Anming. “Sometimes when thoughts come up, I want you to hold me. I want both of you to hold me now. It makes it easier.” Zach moved Anming and her towel over to the center of the bed and got in beside her. Colby got in from the other side. They hugged Anming between them. Some tears fell from Anming’s eyes. He and Colby held her. Anming turned to him and held his face in her hands. “You will go with Colby now,” she told him with a stern look, “and I will watch.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Zach.
“Don’t mind if you do,” said Colby. Zach got out of the bed and got in on Colby’s side. Anming moved over to give them more room. Colby lay on her back holding Anming’s hand. He pushed down the blankets so that he and Colby were visible to Anming. He didn’t want to hide from her. He got his face down between Colby’s legs and licked her with a big wet tongue. Colby liked him to start this way with cunnilingus. Mmm, she smelled and tasted like fresh spicy oatmeal with perhaps a hint of weed. Her hips rocked and her breathing got deeper. He stiffened his tongue more and focused more on her clitoris.
Anming shifted, and Zach saw over Colby’s naked mons that the two women were embracing each other. As Colby approached her orgasm, the two women kept their faces touching and breathed the same ragged breaths together. Colby said, “Oh! Huh!” and looked into Anming’s eyes, and then spilled over into orgasm, “Aaaaah! Hah!” After Colby was fully done and had relaxed, he went back to a soft tongue.
Colby kissed Anming’s face. Anming smiled and said, “You looked like you enjoyed that, my sister.” Anming kissed Colby lightly on the lips and pressed her forehead against Colby’s.
“I did,” replied Colby. “But fair is fair; it’s your turn.”
Zach moved over to Anming’s legs. She said, “Come up here please and hug me and kiss me, Zach. Please, it’s enough that I’m here with you while I’m bloody.” He pulled back the covers from Anming’s body so that Colby could see them while he pleasured Anming. He reached for the lube on the bedside and lubed up Anming’s vulva. He lubed up a finger and held Anming tightly as he explored her vulva and clitoris.
Colby snuggled up to Anming on the other side. The two women touched foreheads and closed their eyes while Zach’s finger roved slickly over Anming’s vulva. He kissed Anming’s neck as he ran his slick finger over her love button. Anming turned to Zach, put her tongue into his mouth urgently, and quivered. Colby kissed Anming’s neck and she said, “MMMMM!!” into his mouth as her hips jerked in orgasm. Anming calmed as he and Colby continued to take turns kissing her mouth, face, and neck. “Everything is wonderful now,” said Anming, smiling. “I feel so loved.”
Zach took a look at his hand. There wasn’t even any blood on it. Even so, he took the washrag Colby had covered his eyes with and wiped the lube off his hand. He needed one or the other of them badly by this point, and he looked eagerly at them. Anming pointed to Colby, and she said, “Come on, baby, I gotcha.”
Zach climbed onto the bed. He spread Colby and worked his cock lovingly into her delicious quim, opening her. She groaned and sighed as he pushed deeper against her slippery tight resistance. Both were ecstatic. He looked over at Anming, who was hiding her eyes. He stopped and laid a soft hand on her, asking, “Are you okay, Anming?”
“I’m fine,” said Anming, “I never thought I’d be in bed with two people having sex. I feel suddenly embarrassed for all three of us. Colby and I talked about this. We knew we would get through it okay, especially with the marijuana crackers. Watching your face while you put it into somebody else feels like I should be jealous or angry or running away. I feel so strange. Watching Colby’s face while you put it in feels like such a violation of her private self.”
“I know,” Colby seconded. “I’ve never done anything like this before either. But I feel wonderful, with Zach on me, in me like this. And I feel wonderful having you with us Anming, sister. Here.” She gestured to Anming, coaxing her. “Come and touch him! Rub his back! Spank his ass! Help me with him, sister.”
“Get going, Zachary,” Anming said as she gave Zach’s ass a gentle slap. Colby sighed and shut her eyes as he opened her again and again against her squeezing tightness. “I’m watching you both now, you nasty depraved man,” joked Anming, “So don’t stop.”
“You tell him sister,” Colby encouraged.
Anming gave Zach’s ass a hard, loud spank. “Ow!” he said. “Gentle touches!”
Anming said sternly, “I know you can do better than that, Zachary. Push harder, faster! Make her orgasm!” She hit him again, but softer.
In response, Zach put Colby’s legs over his arms, grabbed her ass, and pounded her as hard and as fast as he could. Colby shouted, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” like she had had just reached the top of a roller coaster and was now going down the other side.
“My word, Colby is limber,” said Anming. She spanked Zach again. “That’s it, keep it up, Zachary! If I must watch this spectacle, at least Colby should get, well, what it appears she is getting.”
Sure enough, Colby was sighing louder and louder and building up to something. She shuddered with an “Ohhhhh!” as she climaxed. Zach rested for a moment as she shuddered underneath him. As he was about to resume at a different pace, this time firmer and deeper, she whimpered with deliberate self control, “The next one goes to Anming.”
Zach slid out of Colby and sidled up to Anming, who looked nervous. “You need to get as good as you give, Anming,” he said. He gave her ass a gentle spank. He checked to find her still well lubricated. He spread her, and lined up his cock, still wet with Colby’s special sauce. Anming covered her face in her hands, and he checked, “Still okay, Anming?”
“This ugly one is embarrassed, right in front of everybody,” Anming groaned.
“Not everybody,” Colby quickly said, “Only your sister who loves you, Anming.”
Zach pushed in. Anming’s eyes widened. She said, “Hung dah! Very big! Very much pressure!” As he penetrated her, he rubbed a finger around in the slick juices that had dribbled over her anus. Her nails dug into his muscular shoulders. She shut her eyes tightly and with a look of disgust on her face whimpered, “This ugly slut loves it so much, is killing me with pleasure!” She whimpered again, “Thank you Colby, sweetheart. Please don’t touch me back there, Zachary, it’s so dirty.”
Zach slowly picked up the pace and force of his thrusts towards what Anming had ordered him to do on Colby. This was Anming’s favorite amount of pace and force. His semen was already pleading for release. If he was disciplined, he might be able to hold out until she climaxed. He tried not to think about her, about them. He pounded her extra hard and fast as she whimpered out curses in Chinese. He looked away at the wall. They really had done a spectacular job on the place. He pounded, pounded, pounded, and felt her straining underneath him. He wondered where they had put all his stuff. Anming’s legs kicked out as she howled in orgasm.
Zach looked at them, and it was quite a sight. Anming’s eyes were squeezed shut and she was shuddering underneath him, transfixed with pleasure. Colby made steamy eye contact with him and was breathing hard, aroused by the scene. She rested a hand on his rippling, thrusting ass and moaned to him, “Let loose, baby. I know you want to.”
Zach strained, “Hmmm! Ahhhh!” as his orgasm devoured him. He poured all his love energy and all his healing energy into Anming. His warm slaps of cum filled her to the brim. His body was deliciously locked into her to deliver them deeply. She whimpered and shuddered, pinned beneath him.
As the couple rested quietly, panting, Colby said, “That was beautiful. I felt the love flowing between you, especially as you finished, Zach. And I saw Anming’s eyebrows raise as she felt your baby batter hit deep inside her. Mmm-mmm!” She had a big smile on her face. “I can get used to watching you two go at it,” she added. "So intense!"
The ice appeared broken at this point. Anming and Zach lay on the towel while Colby lovingly wiped the menstrual blood and semen off of both of them. The three lay down under the blankets with Zach snuggled between them.
Colby got the lube. She said, “Honey dog, I need you back here...” She stroked lube onto her anus while locking steamy eyes with him. She got her vibrator and began teasing her clitoris and vulva with it. She put her vibrator into her pussy when Zach made motions for her to get on her tummy. Zach straddled her legs and slid pleasurably into her tight bottom with her legs tightly together. Anming covered her eyes as they got started. She peeked and saw how much they were enjoying it. She relaxed and enjoyed them enjoying each other. When they were done, she wiped them both off just as Colby had done for her time with Zach.
Zach let Colby know that Ayana would like some physical therapy done on Anming's anus. Because she hadn't known about the force feeding torture, Colby was upset. She climbed over him and hugged Anming tightly, shedding some tears on her. He didn't mention the anal gang rape. It was confidential, and furthermore would only upset both women more to discuss. Anming insisted that her bottom was dirty and disgusting. Colby gave her a quick peck on her butt cheek, eliciting a squawk from Anming. Colby vowed to kiss Anming’s butt, perhaps more intimately next time, if Anming continued to insist her butt was ugly. Anming called Colby insufferable but didn’t look displeased to Zach.
They left the bedside lamp on, because it helped Anming to sleep, and drifted off to sleep together. The air of their bedroom was filled with Colby’s spicy oatmeal flavored pheromones. The iron tang of Anming’s menstrual blood no doubt filled with her pheromones was also present. It was not much of a surprise to either of the women when Zach woke up close to 1 AM. Unknown to them, he had also gotten used to awakening for Colleen at this time.
Zach saw the beautiful Anming first in the half light. On pure instinct, he cuddled up to her, slid her panties down in the back, and pressed his erection into the inviting fold of her bottom. She startled awake but was fine once she saw it was him. He removed her panties from her sleepy body. He lubed up his cock before taking his pleasure in her vagina from behind. He didn’t want to risk hurting her. She kicked her legs and shook with louder and louder moans until she howled with intense pleasure. This woke up Colby who watched them sleepily from across the bed. Afterwards, he wiped up Anming and put her panties back on as she drifted off to happy sleep. He wiped himself off while Colby watched in anticipation. He spread and speared Colby missionary style and took long and thorough pleasure in her, giving her a couple of good, satisfying orgasms in the process. The three drifted off again.
At 4 AM, he woke again, quickly speared Colby, and put a batch deep in her while she orgasmed. By then, Anming was awake and vibrating in readiness for him. He slid out of Colby and immediately mounted Anming. He pushed into her tight yearning quim easily given his Cock was slick from Colby’s wet. Anming immediately climaxed and continued to climax readily and loudly throughout Zach’s long ride.
Colby stayed awake and moved closer so that she was face to face with Anming. Anming kissed Colby’s face in a happy way after each orgasm. As Anming and Colby continued with their excitement, they pecked each other on the lips. It was a bit tricky because Zach was jerking Anming up and down with his long hard strokes. He was pushing towards his orgasm by then. Zach climaxed explosively “Rrrrraaah!” straining hard. In the stillness, Anming and Colby mashed their faces together in a passionate tongue kiss. Anming shuddered again in orgasm underneath him.
The women didn’t say anything about the kissing, but drifted off to sleep forehead to forehead. Zach cleaned the blood splashed on Anming’s pelvic area with a warm wet rag. He cleaned himself, got into bed, and snuggled against Colby’s back. There was no room between the two women.
At 6 AM, Zach awoke to his alarm. His cock was straining hard and pushing against the dozing Colby’s delicious petite bottom. Since he was already halfway there, he got some oil to slick up her ass crack and finish in it as she continued to doze. Instead, she roused, put in her vibrator, and turned it on. He knew what that meant. He lubed up his cock and Colby's anus, then enjoyably and enthusiastically penetrated it. He stroked his big, hard straining morning erection in and out of her. Feeling how close he was to ejaculating, she upped the power on her vibrator to an intense level. Zach stopped then and rested for a while, waiting for her to catch up. He felt her rectum quiver deliciously around his cock as the vibrator excited her more and more. She whimpered, “Go for it now, baby!”
Zach pounded Colby deeply, firmly, and intensely and entered his short strokes. He saw over the top of her head that the women were kissing. Colby was quivering with pleasure, right on the cusp of orgasm. He strained into her “Raaaaah!” He shot a nice big morning load, several hot splashes up her bottom.
This tipped Colby over the edge into orgasm. “Mmmohhhh!” she cried as she broke her kiss with Anming to make sound. The three rested quietly together for several minutes. They dozed until Zach’s softening cock was pushed out by the tightness of Colby’s anus. He had the presence of mind to have a towel handy. It was not needed, as her sphincter snapped shut and kept all the cum. She threw on a bathrobe and ran to the bathroom.
Anming was awake and aroused witnessing her mates’ morning excitement. She rolled Zach onto his back and wiped Colby’s mild dirt off him. She teased him erect excitedly with her hands and mouth and climbed onto him. She was too small to straddle him, so she squatted over him and steadied herself with her arms. When she climaxed, she slammed down on him. He felt her rhythmic contractions. She continued riding him this way. She was vocal. She cried out something in Chinese, and while she was resting, he asked for a translation. She said, her face flushed, that there was no translation.
Colby returned from the head. Anming asked her to take over. It was Anming’s turn to run to the head. Colby cleaned off Zach’s cock and happily jumped on. She was far too tiny to straddle him, though. He rolled her over. By the time Anming returned, he had finished delightfully in Colby, and the three dressed for their workout.
(To be continued)
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39: Saturday July 18, 0745 hours CST: The Birds and the Bee
Zach activated his phone after his post-workout shower. He got a return message from X. “Happy you made direct contact. The instructions and rules as amended remain in effect. Please feel free to share anything or ask any questions.”
Alexis and Charisse wanted another quick pounding this morning, since it was in the middle of their sleep cycle. He needed no help getting hard for either of them, especially Charisse, who he did last. They enjoyed his attentions immensely. Zach controlled himself and didn’t blurt out any more professions of love to her this time. It would take time. He was just another busy bee for now.
Zach worked for an hour and then met and walked Michaela to her quarters when she got off duty. They decided to walk around the rim instead of going through the weightless center of the ship. This was slightly faster since her quarters were nearly directly opposite from Control Room A on the rim. She stopped him in Hydroponics Bay A5 and said, “Can’t wait. Fuck here.”
Michaela was wearing a skirt and blouse. She was the shortest of Zach’s crewmates at 4’11”, so she needed to give her twat some altitude for him to get into her. She found a table to sit on that was exactly the right height. It was, they reasoned, a room for planting things after all. She slipped off her panties and was wet. He was hard enough to start with. A gardener’s pad softened the edge of the table. She sat right at the edge so that he penetrated her nice and deep. She shook and came on his dick while he was working his way into her. She was indeed worked up and in need of release.
After several minutes of Zach’s pounding, Michaela was well into it, shaking and cumming, swearing in Bulgarian. From antispinward came a voice, “I thought I’d heard a noise over here.” It was Ayana in pajamas smiling and looking lustily at them.
Zach stopped in surprise. “I hope we didn’t disturb your sleep,” he said. The last thing he needed was another disagreement with Ayana. His dick, softening, popped out of Michaela’s tight needy hole.
“Why you stop, I need it!” Michaela groaned. She lay down off the edge of the table and grabbed Zach's cock. She stuffed it into her throat to encourage him to continue despite the distraction. Ayana was still watching them, but Michaela’s mouth was magic. His eyes fluttered shut and he stood transfixed. His hips were thrust out and shaking as the tiny Bulgarian redhead worked at him magically in her tiny throat. He was still disturbed by Ayana’s presence.
“May I join you?” asked Ayana, poised between Michaela’s thighs.
Michaela gave a thumb’s up since Zach’s cock was buried in her throat. He only made a groaning sound. He was having trouble tracking. Ayana dove in. Almost instantaneously Michaela had a big quivering orgasm. Michaela unlatched from his dick and grabbed Ayana’s head with both hands. Michaela started whimpering in a high register he had never heard from her before. She was cumming, each climax chasing the end of the previous, on Ayana’s tongue.
Zach pulled up his scrub pants and kissed a straining, cumming Michaela on her rapidly pinking face. He waved politely to Ayana, who gave a distracted wave back, staying focused on pleasuring Michaela. He walked away. It was not like he needed another woman to satisfy just now. Michaela was obviously having plenty of fun, and so she was handled.
This put him ahead of schedule. He kept walking spinward to Colette’s quarters. She was already there. When he arrived, she immediately stopped what she was doing and got on her knees. He asked her for the bullet vibe, and she got up and fetched it from her handbag. He used lube from the bottle conveniently sitting on her dresser. He ordered her to spread her labia for him. She dutifully lay on the bed facing outwards and displayed her tight slit and pucker to him. She spread her labia with both hands. Her hole was full of tight wet muscle, her urethra on the top.
Zach gently pushed the bullet vibe into her quim, positioning it under her g-spot. Colette’s holes had only been whipped or ignored lately. They hadn’t seen pleasure since the enemas he’d given her on their first evening together. Now it was almost time for him to really use her quim as nature intended for the first time. Despite the unusual circumstances, he couldn't help but be extremely excited. She shuddered as he worked the device into her tight slick hole and positioned it. He switched it on to the low setting. She flinched as it started up in her. “Be back here by 11:30,” he ordered and left the room.
Zach continued walking spinward until he came full circle to Control Room A. Colleen was there managing things. At the moment, she was sitting back in her chair and relaxing. He sat down in the chair next to her and said, “I have some ideas I think you’ll like.”
“Do tell,” said Colleen in a low voice. She was probably thinking he was going to tell her some sexy stuff he wanted to do with her.
Zach said, “The official line is that we’re all going to wait to start procreating until we land on Mars. We all know that’s not happening.”
“Even artificial insemination will be a bust for you, Zach,” Colleen joked affably. “I would gladly contribute my DNA if it could work.”
“Yes, thanks,” said Zach. “We need to plan about pregnancy, childbirth, and the mission, given we’re departing from the script.”
“Already worked out, Zach,” said Colleen. “All our early babies will be born on the ion drive ship. It’s a 26 week trip to Mars. There must be at least eighteen weeks after conception and before launch to be safe. That makes 44 weeks, and first pregnancies rarely go longer than 42 weeks. Any births that haven’t happened by then you can induce. Berte has designed a baby seat that will protect the little ones during re-entry. We’ll only need a few of them. The unfortunate fact is that out of the eleven of us, only three or fewer of us will get pregnant.”
Zach said, “I think we could have eleven moms either in the final stages of pregnancy or having given birth. I have an idea.”
“What’s your idea?” asked Colleen.
“Water is an excellent radiation shield. We’ll be carrying a lot of water in the vehicle train headed to Mars. The designers of this vehicle didn’t use water for our radiation shielding. It’s too heavy. It would have torn the ring apart. However, water is weightless in the central cylinder, where it won’t tear anything apart. We can create a pressurized air balloon inside a water balloon in the central cylinder. The balloon itself will take up virtually no space or weight until it’s inflated. I can easily add it to our medical supplies. Radiation conditions inside the inner balloon will be Earth-like throughout the trip. It means that women who miss the 18 week conception deadline will have to live inside the water balloon for however many weeks they missed the deadline, but everyone should have enough time to get pregnant before launch.”
“That’s an incredible idea and incredible news, Zach!” said Colleen. “I’m going to call a meeting of the day shift and the graveyard shift crews to break the good news. I’ll tell the night shift when they wake up.” The women all arrived within five minutes. He noticed that Michaela and Ayana arrived cheerily arm-in-arm. Colleen broke the good news to them. After the announcement, there was much cheering and carrying on in the control room. The women lifted him into the air and passed him around. This was perfectly easy in the light Martian gravity. There was some mild molestation that went on as well while he was airborne. Colette, being by far the tallest among them, did much of the heavy lifting. She was very work-appropriate in her touching.
Colleen put an end to the festivities. She was concerned that someone would accidentally drop Zach on a control surface and damage the ship. Colette whispered in his ear asking for permission to orgasm. He nodded and she leaned against a control panel for a moment and shuddered but did not cry out. It didn’t seem as though anybody noticed. Most of the rest of the women were chattering away excitedly with each other. They probably figured she was just feeling the exertion of carrying Zach around the room for the last several minutes.
“Come with me,” Zach quietly ordered Colette, and they walked off in the spinward direction. Antispinward was slightly shorter, but they would have to elbow through a crowd of excited women to cycle the pressure door into Radial Arm Bay A1 if they headed that direction. He didn’t want any catcalls disrupting his time with Colette. Also, Colby and Anming were there. He had a commitment to them not to flaunt his activities with other women. They quietly slipped away as the celebration raged on the other side of the control room.
They got to Colette’s quarters without incident. Zach cycled the hatch behind them. He didn’t order her to do anything. She got on her knees in front of him, expecting more of the same. He was trying to think as selfishly as possible, like he was all by himself. He knew that’s what she enjoyed, being used like a fixture. His mood was exuberant, gleeful, and it was showing on his face.
Zach had been pining for regular sexual intercourse with Colette. He reminded himself again, TO her. There didn’t want to be a with. Her blowjobs were exquisite. His long hard ass fucking of her had been enjoyable, especially at the beginning. The enemas he had enjoyed because they had obviously given her pleasure. He liked giving women pleasure the most. There had been damn little of that for her. But he was in no position to really judge, he supposed. He didn’t understand her. He’d probably never understood any woman. He would enjoy the feeling of Colette’s slick vagina squeezing his cock, though. He would enjoy it very much.
Zach turned off the bullet vibe with his phone. He took off his scrubs. He fairly tore off Colette’s clothes. He tried to do it like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, which this was not far from. He accidentally popped off a few of her buttons in the process. He gently pulled out the bullet vibe by its little tail. He tossed it onto the dresser, spattering milky grool. "No, wait," he said. He picked up the bullet vibe off the dresser. "Clean this thoroughly with your mouth," he said, handing it to her. She quickly did as he asked and handed it back to him. He set it back down on the dresser. He threw Colette onto her tiny bed and got between her legs. He wet his cock on the thick lubrication from her jellyroll, spreading it between her inner lips and over her clit. She groaned. She knew what was coming. He pushed in and opened her muscular cunt in slow long strokes. Soon he was pounding the back of her fairly hard. She whimpered, “Please?”
“Yes.” Colette shuddered and groaned in orgasm beneath him. Soon he was buried all the way into her. He pinioned her legs and enjoyed her stretched into this tight position. He grabbed her ass cheeks, careful not to touch her anus, and slammed with all his force into her. A smell like fresh cooked salmon was wafting from her. She smelled very healthy and fresh and aroused. “Please?” she begged.
“Yes.” She groaned and shook underneath him in a most arousing manner. He continued to enjoy her cunt in as impersonal a way as he could manage. The wonderful sensation was enough. It would have to be enough. Wow, he had really wanted this, and he was very excited. But he wasn’t orgasming. He was trying on purpose not to go the intimacy route. What he really wanted was intimacy. What he really wanted was to feel at one with this thing he was charged with punishing. Impersonal was hard. “Please?” she whimpered very excitedly.
“Yes.” Immediately Colette thrashed and howled. “Look, it’s irritating me that you’re interrupting my enjoyment of your cunt to ask me all the time. Just cum freely until I pull out.” Immediately she screeched out another orgasm and started a series of rolling orgasms as Zach charged forward in her. This felt more natural, like a normal woman responding underneath him. She was not so officious or however she’d been. For his part, he now felt the natural urge to inseminate her boiling up in him. He actually now was having to hold back. His enjoyment of her would be at an end soon. It had barely begun. X had only given him one shot a day.
But that irritated him. He would not hold back in a sex doll. “RrrAAAHhhh!” He stretched to his fullest extent inside her. He felt hot squirt after hot squirt relentlessly spray from him and coat her insides. Colette shook and growled in orgasm underneath him. Cum poured out around his dick despite the tight seal. Her sheets would be totaled. Spent, he lay down on top of her on top of the huge wet spot made by both of them.
Colette was quite tall, 5’10”, only three inches shorter than him, though she was thin. Finally, a woman he could kiss while he was inside her. He tongue kissed her in hopefully an appropriately impersonal enough way. He played with her tits, felt them and jiggled them, as he rested inside her. She probably preferred more rough treatment of her breasts. He would have to ask X. At any rate, this was how he wanted to treat her tits just now. It was his preference to gently explore her body as he enjoyed his bliss.
Zach fell out of her with a wet splash. Colette’s aftershocks were long since done. He didn’t have to start fielding requests to orgasm again. What bothered him the most about the requests was that it reminded him of what a weird situation it was. He didn’t want to be reminded.
Zach got up from the bed. Sure enough, Colette was lying in a mess of grool and cum. The cum was still pouring out of her like a little waterfall. She looked marvelous. On a whim, he pulled out his phone a took a photo.
Now came the hard part, for Zach at least. “Get up,” he said. Colette stood up from the bed, cum running freely down her left leg. He quickly pulled the belt out of her purse, bent her over halfway, and viciously whipped her across the cunt.
Colette’s cunt was wide open from the intercourse. It made an especially loud cracking sound because of the wet. She cried out in shock? Pain? Hard to say. Before Zach could lose his nerve, he whipped her across the cunt four more times just as viciously. She didn’t make another sound after the first one. With her still bent over, he dropped the belt, put on his scrubs, and left.
On the bright side, Zach was done punishing Colette. He could now only punish her in increments of five. She didn’t have five strokes left in her punishment. She was therefore square, he reasoned.
While going about his work for the next two hours, his mind kept straying back to Colette. Had he waited to whip her until after the intercourse for the sake of pleasing her? He concluded that his motive could be selfish. He certainly didn’t want to worry about whether she was in pain during. She would have been if he had done it the other way. He felt rotten and decided to stop thinking about it. He now would not have to think about hurting Colette.
He contacted X. “The one ejaculation seems a bit limiting. Would you mind if I ejaculated twice in her each time? I wouldn’t have to come out. I just need a few moments to rest, and then I could start to go towards my second ejaculation.”
X replied immediately. “Okay, if you stay in, you may ejaculate up to two times. Only twice, though. I don’t want any marathon sessions like with the ass fucking. And no fucking her within an hour either side of midnight so you can do it four times in a row.”
“I enjoyed my first time. Would you like a photo?”
“That would be wonderful.” Zach sent him the photo he’d taken. “Wow, hard to believe that’s only one ejaculation.”
“It was. You can ask her.”
“I’m sure it was. Just being appreciative.”
“I have another request. Keeping my hands away from her anus while I’m fucking her is not natural for me. I would like to be able to stick a finger in her ass for traction while I fuck her. It really is more difficult to get leverage in the weak Martian gravity. It would allow me to enjoy her a lot less self-consciously, which I think is the point, right?”
“All right, but just one finger, and don’t fuck it around in there. Just stick it in like you’re holding a bowling ball.”
“I swear to you, it will be all fuck toy in the front and all bowling ball in the back.”
“Fair enough.”
“What does she like done to her breasts?”
“I don’t know how to answer that. Whatever you want to do.”
“I try to excite women by touching their breasts, but I know that’s the wrong vibe here.”
“Is there anything you do to other women’s breasts that’s just for your own enjoyment? That is, you’d do it even if they felt neutral about it?”
“Well, there’s suckling.”
“You might try it and see if you like doing it to her.”
“Okay, maybe. Maybe it’s the wrong vibe. It’s something a bit intimate I like to do. It’s not really sexual. It doesn’t make me hard. In fact, it puts me to sleep. I keep thinking about intimacy with her, or rather the kind of intimacy I’m accustomed to. Nothing feels quite natural.”
“I understand. It will come. The suckling sounds sexual enough to me to fall under the rule. It’s not something you could do with just anybody. A prostitute would charge you for it. It qualifies. Thanks again for the photo. Feel free to take more and send them. And videos too, if you’re so inclined. Rest assured they’ll be kept private.”
“You’re welcome for the photo. I’ll probably take more of those, at least.”
(To be continued)
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40: Saturday, July 18, 1300 hours CST: Berte and the Three White Lies
Zach knocked on Berte’s hatch at 1 PM. Naked and giggling with excitement, she let him in. After he closed the hatch, she gave him some intense eye contact. With a big smile, she said, “Welcome lover! I’ve had a long joyful day, and now I want a long joyful fuck at the end of it.” She ended her statement with a growling voice, out of character for her, but sexy. She hugged herself to him tightly, giggling. He felt her deep commitment to pleasing him, exciting him, making him feel loved despite her usually distant aspect.
“Did you really have a joyful day?” Zach asked.
“Yes,” Berte giggled, dropping to her knees and fishing out his hardening cock. She spat on it and stroked it lovingly with one hand. “That’s what’s so great about that one,” she told his dick confidentially. “I can say what kind of day I had. Then I can say either that same thing or the opposite thing if I want the opposite kind of fuck.”
“Crafty,” enthused Zach as Berte lovingly and slickly slid his cock down her throat. Oh, he had not had her do this nearly enough. She was really taking care of him! “Oh,” he shuddered, “Do you really want me to spill down your throat?”
Berte had just disgorged him to answer when there was a knock on the hatch. “Berte, are you in there? Can we talk to you?” It was Colby.
“Do you mind if I hide under your bed while you talk to her?” asked Zach.
“Um… no,” said Berte. Being autistic, she was sometimes confused by complex social situations; this looked like one. “Coming!” she said through the hatch. Zach crawled under her bed, which was two standard cabin beds connected together, as many of his crewmates had arranged.
Zach heard the ensuing conversation from his hiding place under the bed. He heard Berte cycle the hatch and open it. Colby said, “Wow, girl. Wow.” Colby was no doubt responding to the sight of Berte’s nakedness. He further suspected that it was Berte’s prominent size D knockers that had especially caught Colby's eye. They were especially pert in the Martian gravity. They were not blobby like breasts were in weightlessness either. They looked more phenomenal than any Earthbound breasts had ever looked.
Zach heard Anming behind her, “Nah see hung dah.” He was learning a smattering of Chinese to try to understand Anming better. She said something about very big, probably also referring to Berte’s tits.
“Can we come in?” asked Colby.
“Into my quarters?” asked Berte.
“Yes, that’s what we had in mind,” said Colby.
“Come into my quarters,” said Berte. Zach heard the hatch close and cycle.
“We have something delicate to discuss with you,” said Colby.
“Should I get dressed?” Berte asked, sounding confused.
“If you like,” said Colby. “We’re sorry to disturb you.” There was some rustling. Berte was throwing on a bathrobe or something. “We like you, Berte.”
“Thank you, Colby,” said Berte, “I like you too, Colby, my fellow engineer. And Doctor Tang, I know you by reputation. We should discuss your hyper lobe theory. That is, we should discuss whether there’s a way to test your hypotheses.”
“I’d like that,” said Anming. “I’ve read about your experimental work at LHC, Doctor Kaufman. It’s very impressive. But we’re here for another reason.”
“Of-course-I’m-sorry-” said Berte shyly.
“Calm down, girl,” said Colby. “You’re cool. We’re cool. Everything’s cool.”
“Cool,” said Berte, “That’s good. I respect you very much, Doctor Tang.”
“Thank you, Berte,” said Anming, “Hung chien.”
“Shay-shay,” replied Berte.
“You speak Mandarin?” asked Anming.
“Correct,” said Berte.
“We want you to join us,” said Anming. “We’re sleeping with Zach. We want you to join us and sleep with us and with Zach.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t,” said Berte. “I’m on a different shift.”
“We don’t mean sleeping-sleeping,” said Colby. “You could just come for the… you know,” Colby said shyly.
“I’m sorry, what?” said Berte.
“We know that you like Zach, and uh, we like Zach, and Zach likes you, so we thought…” said Colby.
Zach texted Berte from under the bed. “They want you to join them in my quarters at 10 PM every evening to make love with me.”
Berte had evidently glanced at her phone. “All four of us?”
“Yes,” said Anming, “Actually five.”
“One-two-three, and Zach… Wa boo ming bai,” said Berte.
“We’re going to ask Colleen as well,” said Anming.
“Colonel Bruno?” asked Berte, “She’s scary. You’re scary, too, Doctor Tang, but the Colonel is very scary.”
“She has been nice to you, hasn’t she, Berte?” asked Colby.
“Yes, very nice and scary,” said Berte with a shudder.
“Please say yes,” said Colby, “We’ll make sure everything is good for you.”
“Please accept their request,” Zach texted her from under the bed. “I promise I will make this work for you. Please trust me.”
“Yes, I accept, I trust Zach, 10 PM, Zach’s quarters, goodbye.” Zach heard the hatch open.
“Great, wonderful,” said Colby. “Thank you so much for saying yes. So you’re coming tonight? 10 PM? Zach’s quarters?”
“Tonight, correct,” replied Berte. “You’re welcome?”
“We’re so pleased we’ll have the honor,” said Anming shyly. “You understand, don’t you, that we’re expecting intimate relations to be involved?”
There was a pause while Berte stammered, trying to parse Anming’s statement.
Zach texted, “She’s happy with your answer, and she wants to make sure you know I’ll be making love to you and the other women in the same room.”
“It sounds crowded,” observed Berte, “I trust Zach. Thank you. You’re welcome. Goodbye.”
“We’ve filled the whole room with a bed,” said Colby, “and you and me, we’re tiny. Oh, but wait. Wait until we text you. Then come over, okay?”
“Acknowledged. Wait for a text message from you. Then come to Zach’s quarters.”
“Uh… and about…” stammered Anming.
“Tell them you’re okay with the making love part,” Zach texted Berte from under the bed.
“I’m okay with the making love part,” said Berte matter-of-factly. “Thank you. You’re welcome. Goodbye.”
“We will see you later, then,” said Anming.
“Correct. Goodbye,” replied Berte.
“Bye, sister!” said Colby.
“Goodbye,” said Berte, and shut the hatch, and locked it. She texted Zach as he worked his way out from under the bed, “I did it wrong.”
“Now they’re upset with me.”
“They’ll get over it,” spoke Zach as he emerged from under the bed. “They’re only upset that you didn’t want to exchange pleasantries after you agreed.”
“You’re probably right,” Berte texted.
“It was a lot.”
“I just wanted to get them out of here so that you and I could converse.”
“Now, tell me the entire plan.”
“I can’t,” said Zach. “I don’t know any more about their plans than you do. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“I get it,” texted Berte.
“They are planning this.”
“They haven’t previously discussed their plan with you.”
“You were hiding under the bed where they didn’t know you were listening.”
“They still think that you don’t know what they told me.”
“Are you angry with them?”
“Not at all!” said Zach. “They probably wanted to make sure you would come before they told me, to spare my feelings. They know I care deeply for you. They know I would be disappointed if they told me beforehand and then you said no.”
“They were dishonest in order to be kind,” Berte texted.
“What a good and yet a bad thing to do.”
“Impossibly Byzantine.”
“So you will go tell them you know now,”
“so that we can all be happy and honest with each other.”
“Actually, I won’t,” said Zach. “They think I don’t know. It’s likely they will feel gratified by telling this good news to me. If I tell them I already know, I’d effectively steal that gratification from them. I can pretend I don’t know so that they’ll still be gratified by getting to surprise me.”
“First of all, clearly you are happy about this,” texted Berte,
“but how do they know you will be happy about this”
“if the three of you have not previously discussed it?”
“Did you discuss the matter in more general terms?”
“No, their plan is a complete surprise to me,” said Zach. “You know that organic social computer neurotypical people have in their brains; their model of me tells them with confidence I’ll be pleased. So they are confident it is a good surprise and not a bad surprise. But you’re right. That organic computer can be wrong. Anybody can react in any way to any surprise, but that’s in extreme cases. We can already see that in this case their prediction is a correct one.”
“This is all very dangerous territory socially for me,” texted Berte.
“Hiding.”
“Lying.”
“Overhearing things I shouldn’t, and then lying about that.”
“It’s scary.”
“But it’s thrilling to watch you three do it.”
“It’s like tightrope walking!”
“It’s so dangerous!”
“But wait.”
“What if they find out at some future time that you already knew,”
“and furthermore that you hid,”
“and eavesdropped on them,”
“and then didn’t tell them what you did?”
“Won’t they be angry?”
“It’s remotely possible they’d be upset,” said Zach, “but probably they’ll laugh.”
“What thinking allows you to draw such an extreme conclusion?” Berte texted.
“Well, let me think,” said Zach. “The conscious reasoning is this. First of all, I have an excuse for hiding. I have an agreement with Colby, it’s an unspoken agreement, to hide my lovemaking interactions with other women from her. And now from Anming as well. I won’t get into the details of how this arrangement was formed. Let’s take it as a premise. By the way, now that you’re a member of the ‘club', do you want to participate in that arrangement?”
“Do I want you to lie to me?” texted Berte.
“Certainly not.”
“Why would I want that?”
Zach explained, “We do it because it makes our lives seem more like what we're used to. We are all used to relationships that have one man and one woman. This new arrangement of me seeing several women makes all of us feel uncomfortable. So we lie about it around each other. We all know we’re lying.”
“Hmm, it sounds dangerous,” Berte texted.
“And how can you lie like that when there will be three women right there in bed with you?”
“The only relationships I’ve had before you are where”
“a man meets me somewhere secret and out-of-the-way in the lab.”
“I give him a blowjob or paizuri.”
“Sometimes there was also kissing,”
“but that’s all.”
“I didn’t feel safe having anyone touch me on my vulva.”
“Then we went about our day and didn’t tell anybody.”
“I would start with one,”
“Soon more and more and more would show up at my desk and ask in a whisper.”
“Finally I would have to stop all of them to get rid of too many interruptions.”
“Then I would start with one again.”
“But it always got out of hand.”
“I don’t know why.”
“And then you came along and swept me off my feet.”
“Now you are what I'm used to.”
“I know that you are fucking all our crewmates.”
“I also know you care about me especially.”
“It seems that everyone knows you care about me especially.”
“I don’t know how they knew I care so especially about you,” Zach said. “They talk to each other, I think. Anyhoo, the only reason why I brought up the agreement between Colby and me is that it compelled me to hide under the bed when Colby knocked.”
“I get it,” texted Berte.
“You were hiding from them.”
“They don’t want to be reminded that you are making love to me.”
“That’s even though she came to ask me”
“to join them in making love to you.”
“Am I expected to lie like this?”
“Not at all, sweetheart,” Zach assured her. “You be you. You are all we want, exactly the way you are. Getting to why I expect them to laugh, the point is, I didn’t do it to be mean to them. I overheard them by accident. I mean, I hid on purpose, but it was a different purpose, a purpose these women already knew about. They aren’t expecting me to be honest about such things. I didn’t know what Colby and Anming were here to talk to you about. That’s what I mean by overhearing it by accident. And now that I know their secret, I’m only lying to them so they can have the fun of surprising me.”
“Okay, I understand why they might not be angry,” Berte texted.
“Why are you predicting they will laugh?”
“This is where things get fuzzy regarding me and my somewhat faulty organic computer. It is telling me they’re likely to laugh. It’s because there’s an accident, and people laugh at accidents where nobody is hurt. Also, it’s good-natured, and good-intentioned all around, so people are unlikely to feel bad that it happened. Also it’s unusual, and people laugh at unusual things. Also, like you said, normally hiding would be a risky thing, but nobody was harmed. People sometimes laugh at risky things where nobody was harmed. But now that I’m thinking about it, I really can’t explain it. Maybe they won’t laugh. At any rate, I’m not worried about it.”
“Then I won’t worry about it either,” Berte said with her voice. Looking Zach in the eyes, she knelt at his feet and slurped his cock into her mouth and down her throat again. She wetly bobbed on it as it quickly hardened. This young lady sure knew how to shut down a conversation. It turned out that she did want him to spill down her throat. He surrendered in short order considering her skill and what a beautiful sight she was.
After that, Berte said she wanted to save Zach up for 10 PM. It sounded to her like he would need it. He requested a nursing session, and she happily gave it. He spent about fifteen minutes suckling each of her breasts while she sang German lullabies to him. Then she sent him on his way.
(To be continued)
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41: Saturday, July 18, 1500 hours CST: Man Overboard
At 3 PM, Zach met Charisse and Alexis during their “morning” recreation time. He had put in another hour and a quarter of work after visiting Berte. He met them at their quarters, where they appeared naked at their hatch. They dragged him inside, gently removed his scrubs, and gave him a massage. “We think we should take care of you,” Alexis said, digging into his shoulders.
“Yeah,” added Charisse, massaging up his right leg and stroking his stiffening cock with oil. “We know we ask more attention from you, so we want to give more back, too. Thank you for your invention, Zach. It's exciting that all of us will be able to carry children on the way to Mars.” Charisse continued guiltily, “I’m sorry I shushed you the other time. It was mean. I know your feelings are genuine. I just think you shouldn’t go there.”
“She’s been hurt by men,” Alexis interjected.
“And I’ve hurt men,” Charisse confessed, stroking his cock lovingly.
“Please,” Zach said, grabbing Charisse’s hands. “I can’t even hear what you’re saying when you’re doing that. It sounds important.”
“I said I’ve hurt men,” Charisse repeated. “It has been very messy for me to scratch my itch. Best to not get too attached. That’s my warning to you. You’ll get hurt.”
Alexis continued to rub Zach’s shoulders from behind as he cuddled Charisse lovingly in his arms. He kissed his forehead to Charisse’s and looked into her concerned hazel eyes. “How would you hurt me?”
“I’ll spread my legs for the next man on Mars. I’ll spread my legs for many men after that, probably as many as I can get.” She was defiant, as though she expected him to start an argument.
“Okay,” said Zach. “And if you loved me before, would you love me less after you’ve had them?”
“In my experience, it gets complicated,” Charisse argued.
“Life is complicated,” Zach rejoined.
“All right you two,” Alexis broke in, reaching around and restarting Charisse’s dick stroking with her own oily hands. “You’re not going to solve the world’s problems in a single conversation."
“I just want to say—oh God, please stop for a moment Alexis. Charisse, I’m going to love and help raise our son, or daughter, or maybe one of each? I don’t need you to behave in any sort of way. I want you to be you and fulfill you. If that means having every guy you see, including hopefully me, I’ll happily always be in that line. I love you. I want to be close to you. I don’t think that’s going to change.”
“I don’t doubt you think you mean what you say,” Charisse argued. Zach felt Alexis’s impatience behind him, wanting to get off the discourse and on to the pussy stretching. Charisse continued, “This is hypothetical for you, purely hypothetical. I’ve been through it before too many times.”
“My love is not hypothetical,” said Zach, “And if I hurt, I can take it. You’ve made your likely path clear. I’m fine with it. You can handle me with ten other women today. I think I’ll be able to handle you with ten or twenty or fifty other guys tomorrow.”
“But it’s different,” said Charisse. “They're my friends.”
“And those guys will no doubt be my friends. And I’ll congratulate them when they get their cherry popped by the mind-blowing Charisse. Watch me and see if I don’t. Anyone you want to give the gift of your body to, I want him to have the gift of your body. Then we’ll both love you. We’ll all love you.”
“We’ll see,” said Charisse, clearly skeptical. She had a point. Zach didn't have the power to decree that human society evolve in the way he wanted it to on Mars. No doubt there would be some snags in leaving Earth’s outdated practices behind.
“Please,” groaned Alexis, stroking Zach’s limp cock up to hardness again. “Please, I need it.”
“And I want to give it, darling, kind, patient Alexis. I want to give you everything.”
“Don’t start with me as well,” Alexis groaned.
“Don’t worry,” said Zach, “I haven’t fallen for you yet. But we’re buddies, right?”
“Always,” smiled Alexis. She rubbed his cock to hardness deliciously. She twisted her hands around it with oily goodness as she stroked. “Always buddies. Always fuck-buddies. With an emphasis on fuck.”
“Always, sweetheart,” Zach assured Alexis. “If you need filling, I’ll do the drilling.” Charisse snickered. The subject had been thoroughly changed.
With that, they got down to serious business. Alexis, desperate, climbed on and rode Zach first. Charisse heightened Alexis’s pleasure by inserting an L dildo in her own tight twat and excitedly fucking Alexis up the ass with it. This caused Alexis to scream and curse in a series of rolling orgasms. He couldn’t stand it anymore and roared, blasted, and filled Alexis’s writhing snapping cunt with cum.
Alexis moved over to Zach’s face. Charisse sucked him up to hardness and rode him to her own great pleasure. As he jerked and otherwise indicated he was getting close, Charisse stopped. She said, “Do you really want to cum again? We hear you have a big night coming up. Save it for them. I’m satisfied. I’m not even ovulating, and Berte is.”
“Are you sure?” Zach asked. Their interaction this time had been so weird. It was another weird twist for Charisse not to want to be creampied.
“Sure I’m sure,” answered Charisse. “Get used to it.”
And with that, Zach was redressed and summarily booted from their chamber even more confused than he had been. He shrugged and showered off in Head A2.
His next two hours of work gave him plenty of time to suffer about Charisse. He was determined not to. During this time, he was tasked with overhauling Waste Recycling A. The plant accepted a variety of trash and waste from the habitat areas of the ship. The cleaning spiders unloaded any dust or detritus they collected there. So did the air conditioning system. Waste containers located throughout the ship fed their waste there via a pneumatic system. Grey water and sewage from the sinks, showers, laundry, and toilets were pumped there. All this waste could be directed to either waste recycling plant or balanced between the two. At the moment, Waste from the A portion of the ship and the core was directed to Waste Recycling A; waste from the B portion of the ship was directed to Waste Recycling B.
The first stage of the waste recycling plant was a separation system for larger than particle-sized items. This made sure that somebody’s class ring or cell phone was rescued before being ground into dust. The system recognized any larger than particle sized object it should be fully recycling. As he expected, Zach found the tray in which sanitized unidentified items were placed was empty.
The system ground everything that wasn’t in fine particles into fine particles. This allowed the following stages of the recycling plant to work effectively on the waste. No feeds were automatically expected to completely consist of fine particles. All non-rejected input to the waste system had to go through the grinding mechanism to make sure.
The next several stages of the system consisted of reservoirs filled with bacteria engineered to eat various substances. Before the first reservoir, the sludge was sterilized to kill the existing bacteria. This is because the engineered bacteria would immediately be consumed by ordinary bacteria. The first pool separated out various toxic inorganic substances. This was the only product of the system that was eventually ejected into space; it shouldn’t be in the habitat in the first place.
Zach spent some time analyzing this waste. He put a sample into his portable molecular weight analyzer. In here was lead from the astronaut’s bodies. This was because of lead tetraethyl and other pollutants of the 20th century. To this day people carried 600 times the toxic load of this heavy metal than people who were alive in the 19th century. This was an expected finding. He found mercury, released into the atmosphere from coal-fired power plants. A few such plants were still in use in 2043. It was madness. There were other metals in smaller quantities such as uranium. Everything looked ordinary in terms of what this critical part of the recycler was turning up.
A vat broke down organic contaminants into matter that could be easily digested or recycled by the rest of the system. Soaps and detergents were dealt with here. Organic contaminants like acrylonitrile, phenol, polyvinyl chloride, and other long chain polymers and plastics were handled. These products were output as pure forms of six different plastics mixed or used in their basic form aboard ship. Organic contaminants that could not be turned into one of the six plastics were dealt with in the next vat. These bacteria specifically broke down the remaining contaminants into methane, carbon dioxide, and nitrogen gasses. These gasses were combined with these products produced in later stages. They could be used to produce other plastics and materials for use aboard the ship.
A vat employed engineered bacteria to sequester the vast majority of the remaining uncontaminated organic matter into standard fertilizer that could be used in the hydroponics bays. This product was sterile and odorless. Organic material rejected by the fertilizer creation process was sequestered in the next stage and output as methane, carbon dioxide, and nitrogen gases.
Silicates and ionic compounds were sequestered out with a combination of chemical treatment and filtration. Here is where silicates, boron compounds, and salt were removed, for example. The final product of the system was pure deionized water. This water was hardened with trace minerals to turn it into the water in general use on the ship. Deionized water could be tapped by the system and from the system as needed.
Zach fully checked out every stage of Waste Recycling A. The deionized water came out of the system at the end at about body temperature. Zach tasted it. It tasted flat, like absolutely pure water should. “Mmm,” Zach said, “Love that recycled pee.”
At 6 PM, Zach met Colleen in Control A as she handed command over. Alexis looked slutty and curvy as ever in a short black knit dress. She winked at him as she and Colleen went through the formalities. The dress accentuated Alexis’s curves, and the circular neckline made him remark on what a long neck she had. She would be fully petite but for that beautiful long neck.
Colleen, whose back was to him, was wearing her form fitting flight suit, which she often did on duty. Her short blonde hair was a bit tousled. Her ass looked delicious from the back in the form-fitting suit. There was a definite thigh gap: absolutely lip smacking. Zach preferred dresses and skirts, but Colleen’s tight flight suit and thigh gap, mmm. On Colleen, from the back, the flight suit totally made up for not being a dress. He figured that by now, Colby and Anming had been to see Colleen. She had probably said yes. He was curious to see how she would navigate the probable secret.
Once command had been formally handed over, Alexis said, “And there’s Zach. I bet he’s here for you.”
“Yes, we have a date now,” said Colleen, turning partly around and giving Zach a steamy look. He grabbed her up and hugged her, and they kissed, just a smooch for polite company. He carried her over a pace and grabbed up Alexis in his other arm.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Alexis grunted as Zach squeezed her.
“It’s so great to see you when we’re both awake,” Zach said to Colleen.
Alexis asked Colleen in a stage whisper, “Does he fill you up nice and tight?”
“What do you think?” said Colleen shyly. She still wasn’t used to being one of the girls, since she had remained aloof as their commanding officer. Zach could tell that she felt a twinge of guilt at the question.
Alexis loved nothing better than causing a disturbance and putting people on the spot. “Well I have experience in the matter myself, but more research is needed. Perhaps I could join you two?”
“Alexis, you just went on duty,” said Colleen.
“I can multitask,” Alexis assured. “There’s plenty of room. We could do it right here. Nobody will come by, probably.”
“I can tell we’re distracting you,” said Colleen diplomatically. “We’ll take our leave,” she said, tugging on Zach’s sleeve.
“You know,” continued Alexis, “Zach slunk by here while he was catting around in the middle of the night. I sort of waylaid him, and it was perfectly fine. What we did…” she continued, reaching up her dress and pulling down her panties to her ankles and then kicking them off as she continued to speak, “…is I leaned up against this console here, and flipped up my dress like this, and gave my ass a little shake like this…” Alexis was very seductive.
Colleen seemed distracted by Alexis’s tanned, wiggling ass. Zach certainly was. Colleen reached out and gave Alexis’s ass an exploratory spank. She turned to him, “You went along with this?”
“Alexis convinced me it was safe,” Zach said apologetically.
“Me??” said Alexis, flipping her skirt down and picking up her panties. “I’m simply the latest victim of a patriarchal system. I just bent over and wiggled my ass. I didn’t ASK you to fuck me.”
“I believe your exact words were, ‘Fancy a shag?’” said Zach.
Colleen short-circuited the debate by saying, “Alexis, I have confidence in your ability to… multitask, but it’s a bad precedent to set. If everybody is having at it during their duty cycle, well, it adds up to potential disaster.” Colleen said to Zach, “You especially have to promise me you won’t do this during anyone’s duty cycle. Your own duty cycle remains flexible. But you must promise me.”
“I promise,” said Zach, “That was the first and last time.”
“Okay,” said Colleen. “So I won’t have to bust your balls. Or your ovaries, Alexis.” Colleen grabbed Zach by the arm and walked away with him.
“Hey, what’s in the bag?” Alexis asked. Zach was carrying a small bag.
“Stuff that drives women wild,” said Zach back over his shoulder.
“What, sweet nothings and empty promises?” Alexis rejoined.
“Harsh,” said Zach, ushering Colleen into Head A1.
Once inside, Zach asked Colleen, “You brought your vibrator?”
Colleen produced her g-spot vibe. “Even the day shift gets boring sometimes.”
Zach sat Colleen down on the toilet seat. “I’m going to prepare stuff, okay? I mean, I’m going to prepare, slave. No orgasming with your vibrator while I’m doing it, or I’ll give your butt a harder smack than you gave Alexis.” Defiantly, her vibrator clicked on and buzzed, and he saw she was pleasuring her vulva through her flight suit. She gave him a nasty smile and closed her eyes, feeling the sensation. As he worked, he heard some ragged breathing. He looked over in time to see her stand up and wiggle her flight suit and panties down to her knees. She lifted the toilet seat and sat down on the toilet. “Hold your pee, slave, until I say you can,” he ordered.
Colleen’s beautiful breasts and pink nips looked magnificent in the Martian gravity. “Yes master,” she whimpered, and stirred the ample moisture on her vulva around with her buzzing vibe. It seemed she really wanted to play the master and slave game, at least the lighthearted version they’d played before. Perhaps he should ratchet it up a bit? Zach noticed an ample wet spot on her white panties pulled tight between her knees. Her hips bucked from the pleasure of the vibe. This was very distracting, and he stopped his work to watch.
Although her eyes were closed, her eyebrows were raised. Her high forehead furrowed just the tiniest bit as she tensed for orgasm. She caught her breath and her hips shot up off the seat like a rocket. She pumped her hips in the air as her orgasm hit her. The Martian gravity made it seem more energetic and sexy than ever. Both her hands were tightly holding her vibe on her clit. A blush rapidly flushed her face and chest as she arched and bounced with orgasmic excitement in the light gravity.
Colleen pulled off the vibrator and relaxed toffee-like into the curve of the toilet. Zach said, “It’s good you got that out of your system. No more orgasming without permission.”
“What? No way!” Colleen argued, sitting up straight.
“For that insolence, stand up and bend over,” Zach rejoined.
Colleen, stood up and bent over with a nasty smile, and whimpered ironically, “Oh no master, please spare my naughty slutty ass your horrible pun—OW!” she said as Zach clipped a spring-loaded wooden clothes pin onto her left nipple. The spring was gentle, but it was still a hell of a surprise.
“Are you going to behave and ask for permission to orgasm?”
“Yes,” agreed Colleen, “Fucking ow!”
“It wouldn’t be a serious game if there weren’t consequences,” Zach smiled. “You will ask for permission by saying, ‘Please master may I orgasm?’ and the consequence if you don’t is to get another clothespin added or yanked. Disobeying means you want to explore nipple abuse more thoroughly, clear?”
Colleen nodded.
“Okay, sit nice and straight on the toilet, spread your legs, and pee for me, slave. Show me your stream,” ordered Zach.
Colleen blushed, spread her legs and pushed out her hips. She grimaced. “I’ve never done this in front of a guy before. Fucking pervert.” She wrestled with her shyness at peeing in front of Zach. Her pee started as a gentle tinkle and then rushed out as a wide, healthy, hissing stream. Soon it was all out, down to a few final squirts and drips.
“Good. Stand up. Bend over at the waist. Okay, push that vibe an inch into your pussy. Turn it on.” Colleen grunted as the vibrator started up in her. Her legs tensed and her eyes shut. Her eyes opened wide again as Zach inserted the lubricated enema tube into her anus. He unleashed the very warm saline solution into her rectum, squeezing the bag so it filled her rapidly.
Colleen gritted her teeth. “I feel full!” she whimpered. Zach continued to squeeze the bag of warm saline into her. Her legs shook. All that could be heard was the slight buzzing of the vibe buried in her quim. The room smelled mildly of soap, and increasingly, the acidic vitamin smell of her slick feminine lubrication. It slowly drooled out, frothy, around her shakily held vibe. Perhaps it was from the increasing pressure throughout her genitals. She grunted, and croaked, “Please…”
“What was that?” Zach asked. Colleen must be very full of liquid now.
The saucy young blonde squeaked, “Please may I uh?” and orgasmed hard, “Oh God… AHHHH!” Zach immediately put a clothespin on her other nipple as punishment, “WAH!” He kept pushing more saline in. Again she tried, but she was muddled, “Please master may uh?” Then she orgasmed again, “Uh! God! AHHHH!!” There was a bit of string connecting the clothespins. He yanked the string and pulled them both off at once. “FUUUUUCK!” she shouted in the midst of her orgasm, her hips still helplessly pumping.
Zach told Colleen, “Get ready to sit down. Sit down and release,” as he pulled out the tube. She released into the toilet. The mild earthy smell of her poop diluted by saline filled the room. The vibrator was held up in one hand, forgotten. As she got down to squirts, she moaned quietly. He stood her up and wiped off her ass with a tissue. “How are your nipples?”
“Fuck, they sting,” replied Colleen, “And I need a nap now. See you whenever I’m supposed to see you next, okay?” She pulled up her panties and flight suit as quickly as she had pulled them down.
“But we were just getting started,” stammered Zach.
Colleen said, “It’s okay, everything is fine between us,” answering Zach’s unasked question and patting him on the shoulder. She knew him too well. “I promised I would work on a surprise. I’ll tell you about it later. Anyway you have something else to do, don’t you? Some… body else to do? Your work here is done.”
“You’re the one I want,” Zach argued. If he wasn't mistaken, she sounded jealous. How is that, given she was presumably just invited into his bed? Maybe she refused? His cock was straining in his pants. He was hoping to get Colleen to suck him as he filled her up this next time. Possibly he could cum in her mouth just as she released into the toilet if he timed it right.
“I appreciate that,” said Colleen as she cycled the hatch and left Zach to clean up the head. A bit of squirt had missed the toilet.
Zach figured he knew what the surprise was. He wasn’t overly worried about her behavior. Interesting she kinda wanted to torture him, though. She hadn’t liked the enema. Maybe it was the orgasm denial and punishment she hadn’t fancied. This happened to him sometimes. He had gotten all creative and probably tried too much too soon. Still and all, she had climaxed pretty hard all three times. When she’d had a chance to process the experience, they could discuss anything that needed to be discussed.
Zach figured he had worked enough for today. He decided to wake up Michaela and Aanya an hour early. He wanted to start by taking Aanya by surprise with a really vigorous mock rape. It should thrill her, and if she wasn’t in the mood, he trusted her to say “red.” He was Jonesing for the delicate Aanya, especially since he hadn’t had Colleen, even though Colleen herself was irreplaceable. He was crazy, because he knew he would probably have Colleen later. He would probably be sleeping all night with her. But his body was still missing her deeply. Therefore he craved all the more the tiny redheaded Michaela and the petite delicate bronze-complexioned Aanya.
More and more, it seemed, Mr. Happy ruled his life. On the good side of it, he was staying really excited for all these women. It was a blessing. He really wanted to keep them pleased and happy more than anything. He figured he would set his alarm and hang out and nap with Michaela and Aanya. It would ring when it was time to go see Colby and Anming for bedtime. He hoped Aanya and Michaela wouldn’t kick him out early. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself while waiting for what Colby and Anming had planned for him.
It was pitch dark in Michaela’s and Aanya’s cabin. He quickly and as quietly as possible cycled the hatch. The women stirred slightly, coming awake as they sensed his presence. By sense of touch in the pitch dark, he threw off Aanya’s blanket. He grabbed her and spun her onto her back. He forced her legs apart firmly but not painfully. Aanya screamed, “NO! You fuck-fucker!” She cried out very convincingly as he speared her roughly. She was already plenty wet for him. It seemed she was always wet for him. “Gkkk!” she squealed as he choked her moderately hard with one hand in response to her plea. He heard Michaela’s vibrator click on and muffle into her vulva in the other bed.
Zach opened up Aanya’s tight and struggling snatch as aggressively as possible. After the initial squeeze, he backed off the choke to merely a firm grip. She was responding wetly, her hips shaking and bucking energetically. It looked all green for her even though she wasn’t shrieking “GREEN” this time as she often had in the past. It was good for her to feel comfortable getting into the mock-helplessness. Her body went rigid and she choked herself hard into his hand as she orgasmed wetly.
Aanya really, really liked this bit of playacting! He liked it because she was very excited by it. He roughly pawed her firm round tits. More playacting, but also a joy for him to feel this delectable woman underneath him. He heard a low moan from the other bed as Michaela orgasmed on her vibrator listening to them. All he really wanted for his life was to please his crewmates. It was worthy work. It was thrilling work. It was deeply gratifying work. It gave them happy, lusty punctuation to their day. In his experience, a woman who was orgasming regularly was generally much happier and more easygoing than a woman who wasn’t. This seemed especially true in Aanya’s case. Her often scornful and even violently negative attitude was transformed into that of a purring kitten.
Zach trusted Aanya preferred to be a purring kitten. Old habits were hard to break, even with a teacher like Michaela. He felt his semen rise in him as Aanya came wetly under him again with a shriek and a shiver. She was so delightful here in the dark acting out her wet little rape fantasy! He gripped her quivering bubble butt roughly with both hands. He pounded her hard as his cum boiled in him. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Michaela must have heard his excitement from the other bed. She called out, “Not yet! Take ass! All prepared!”
Zach felt, and sure enough, Aanya’s tiny pucker of an anus was prepared, all oily with lube. “Now you’ll feel my rape as I take your ass forcefully!” he shouted, as he grabbed her by one juicy bubble bun. He fumbled around in the pitch dark with his cock guided by his other hand. He tried to force the tip of his cock into her impossibly tight and slippery pucker. It was no more prominent by sense of touch than a small blemish in the crack of her firm bubble ass.
“You nasty demon rape fucker! Rape!” Aanya shouted enthusiastically as he fumbled. Zach wanted to laugh with glee she was being so cute. He was glad these quarters were well insulated, though. This fantasy of hers was not for just anybody to overhear. He would be mortified if anyone overheard and got the wrong idea. Ahh, there he got the tip lined up. He dented her anus in a bit with the tip of his cock. He felt its slickness. Although tight, her sphincter was soft, and not cramped tight. He shoved in hard and pushed a loud satisfying squeal out of her. He had to stop himself from asking whether she was okay. She could say “red” if she wanted to, he reminded himself. With another oh-so-satisfying squeal from her, he rammed in the rest of the way. She was as tight as a fucking vice! But she was slippery as hell. This would be fun.
Zach fucked Aanya desperately fast and rough in the ass as she let out another long squeal. Her stink wafted up and hit his nostrils, so intimate. His cum began boiling up in him again almost immediately. He decided he would not hold back. “RAAAAAA!!” he crowed, straining and pumping desperately into her rectum the two hefty squirts originally meant for Colleen. He followed those with two more hot hefty squirts just for the adorable, delectable shrieker pinned underneath him.
It was still in the room other than the buzzing of Michaela’s vibrator. Aanya croaked in a satisfied wheeze, “Oh very good rape.” She was all curled up underneath Zach, whose cock was buried tightly and completely in her rectum.
“Thanks for the good review. It helps me to feel comfortable roughing you up like this,” Zach said softly. “How about the butt stuff?”
“Yes,” Aanya sighed without elaborating. God knows what Michaela was teaching her. But she hadn’t said “red”.
“I’m going to pull out and go wash myself off,” explained Zach.
“Gently,” whimpered Aanya.
Zach pulled out slowly. “How’s that?”
“Rape deep in my bottom,” groaned Aanya, suggesting a mixture of pain and thrill. Fair enough. He heard her slipping on panties and other clothes in the dark. It was sweet that she had undressed and prepared so much for him.
Zach reached for the hatch. “Don’t leave,” Michaela called out. He approached her and she reached out and grabbed his half-erect cock. She gently pulled it to her, still slippery with Aanya’s stink. “All of my momiche is tasty,” Michaela said. She wiped off his cock with a towel. She gobbled it wetly and thoroughly sucked and cleaned it off the rest of the way. He felt her tiny body as she did this. In the pitch dark, he felt as if he could cover her entire body with one hand. She expertly pleasured his cock up to full hardness. She threw off her blankets and guided his cock deftly into her wet snatch. “I want good long push, my stallion,” she whispered, “And then perhaps another.”
Zach thrust hard and fast in Michaela while she grunted and muttered Bulgarian epithets. He felt her tiny cunny stretch tightly to accommodate and pleasure his entire length. All in all, his mock-rape of Aanya had been fairly short, so Zach still felt fresh. Usually Michaela would be the first one. She liked the voluminous creampie. He remembered vividly cumming in her after the twelve-hour ride up from Earth. It had been so voluminous, and deeply satisfying to them both, that it had drenched her bed sheets. He had unloaded so many wads of cum into her that she’d had the opportunity to orgasm twice while he was still ejaculating. He paused his reminiscing to feel her climax, her swear words more guttural, and squirm under him.
The downside of cumming first in Michaela, though, was that she got relatively shortchanged in the pushing department. His subsequent times were invariably longer. But she was flexible in more ways than one. She was making use of missing out on the four giant squirts he had just put up Aanya’s butt to enjoy him an extra long time this time. Zach, for his part, wanted to make Michaela’s long ride energetic and pleasurable as well. She stopped swearing, tensed, shook, and groaned wetly in orgasm under him. It was so good, felt so good that she was such a randy woman. It felt so good.
Zach continued to pound hard and fast in Michaela. He felt good about feeling fresh, vigorous, and not too excited yet. She shook and twisted in orgasm underneath him. They were being reasonably quiet. Aanya was drifting off to sleep in the other bed.
It wasn't a problem that some of these women gave off “don’t get too close” vibes. Michaela was one of them. So were Alexis, Colette, and Charisse. Charisse, though, was a problem. Zach felt so drawn to her.
Tiny Michaela thrust her little legs wide and groaned out another climax that sounded and felt very satisfying. Her tiny yet accommodating cunny twisted and pulsed slickly, drawing Zach to the present moment. Then he remembered her riding him on the deck and drawing a substantial crowd of frat brothers from down the street with her unrestrained cries. He remembered cumming deep in her rectum as she swung, immobilized, gagged, blindfolded, and trussed up in Alexis’s sex swing. The pitch dark was fun sometimes. He liked seeing these beautiful women, too. “Could we have the lights on next time? They could be dim.”
“Anything for you, my stallion,” Michaela groaned in the darkness, “Bring your stallion dick and the stallion force of your thrusting in me, oof! And you can have all the light you wish. Oh yes open me. Open me so much. Did you like us preparing our little surprise? Did you like to bugger my little daughter like a madman?”
“Yes,” groaned Zach.
“Because you already put baby up; good boy, so we give you tight new hole reward,” groaned Michaela. “All tight holes for my stallion,” she whimpered.
“Yes,” whimpered Zach.
“Soon you put baby up me, yes?” Michaela huffed and shook in orgasm after saying it.
“Yes.” Zach felt it. “ARRRRRR!!” he cried as he came explosively in the tiny woman, stretching her harder than her tiny body ought to withstand. He teared up it was so satisfying and pleasurable. He relaxed completely satisfied into Michaela and squeezed and cuddled closely to her.
“You stop your work lazy!” joked Michaela. Then, more seriously, “Rest my sweet thing. Such vigor.“ Zach rested partly atop the tiny Bulgarian. The Martian gravity made it easy. Her tight vagina couldn’t help but push him out. There were the juices, which she caught expertly with a towel.
“Should I visit Aanya again?” Zach whispered.
Michaela snapped her fingers and called to Aanya, “Zach wants you to him.” A moment later Aanya, clad in jammies, climbed over them and squeezed in behind him against the wall.
“Clothes off,” Michaela ordered, snapping her fingers again. “Always naked with man except he ask. Aanya will be such obedient wife, yes?”
“Yes,” said Aanya, wiggling out of her jammies and resting her naked body, her firm tits and bare, slightly stubbly mound against Zach.
“Sadly, she is not Breeding Bitch I think," said Michaela. "But so enjoys all the sex, but, haha, maybe just you. Won’t take other men. Afraid to even think it. We’ll see, but don’t think so. Is only Zach's naughty little cunt, if you want, that is.”
“Of course I want her!” said Zach. He turned around to hold Aanya. “Anything you want,” he said to her, “We’ll make it happen, okay?”
“Thank you, Zachary,” Aanya said. “I’ll be good.”
“I trust you will.” Zach wondered what would happen during the rest of the dry run and during the voyage, since he didn’t even understand how Colby and Anming were going to sleep the five of them they’d already picked into an eight foot by ten foot room.
“Ah, Zachary,” said Michaela. “You must think more of yourself. Otherwise tragedy everywhere.”
“I will, Michaela, I promise,” said Zach. He was thinking of himself! Who could or would pass up a little golden brown hotcake like Aanya, given her interest?
(To be continued)
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42: Saturday July 18, 2100 hours CST: Trigonometry Part One
Zach arrived an hour before bedtime to find Anming and Colby wearing fluffy bathrobes. They were putting the finishing touches on a room-wide bed filling the eight by ten foot area of their quarters. Rounded shelves and cabinets on the walls held essential items. The lighting was low, warm, and romantic. “Wow, ladies, you’ve been making our room very special. Look at how much room we’ll have to spread out! Is this a subtle way of saying you don’t want me to find you so easily during the night?”
“Not at all, our darling husband,” said Anming modestly. She stood in the middle of the bed, the middle of the room, and looked down shyly. “In fact, we ask you for more.”
“More?” asked Zach.
“Honey dog!” shouted Colby, leaping into Zach’s arms. He carried her over to where Anming was standing and held them both to him. He hardened with excitement as he felt their naked bodies through their robes. He was irradiated by Colby’s wide gleeful smile. Anming’s shy face rose to gaze on him. Her dark, wide-set eyes pierced his soul. Her kind smile filled his heart. What a lucky man he was.
“What can I do to please you?” Zach asked. It was all he could think to ask. He looked back and forth between the two women.
“Okay,” said Colby. “Let’s sit down for a bit. Sit down.” Zach sat down, still holding them both. They collapsed together in a giggling pile in the Martian gravity. Anming closed up his mouthwatering peek at her perky brown-nippled breasts and tribble muff. She blushed and tied her bathrobe more firmly a second time. Colby snapped her fingers a few times to recapture his attention. “Now hear us out,” she began.
“What?” muttered Zach, still a bit dizzy from his glimpse of Anming. He knew they were going to launch into their plan, and that he should pay attention, but it was hard. His life, this part of his life, all his life really, was so overwhelming. He was like a kid being showered in candy, except the candy didn’t make him sick. He wanted them both so badly in this moment. He wanted to be stretching Anming’s tight quim and feeling her climax underneath him. Ideally, Colby would at the same time whisper in his ear, “Let loose, tiger!” Alternately, before or after, he wanted to pound Colby hard while she screamed in orgasm. Anming could spank him, ordering him to give Colby another orgasm. “I’m sorry, what?” he said.
“Our stereogamy,” said Colby.
“With more semantic accuracy, it should be bigamy,” Anming pointed out.
“Big of you?” joked Colby, “It was big of me to invite you, girl. Get it?”
“Marx Brothers,” replied Anming. “Animal Crackers.”
“Huh?” asked Colby.
“Anyhoo,” interjected Zach, “Yes, about our relationship, which is wonderful. I love you both so much.”
“Anming and I were talking,” continued Colby. “Three of us in the day shift are sleeping together. Colleen is the only one of our shift sleeping alone. That’s cruel.”
“It is?” asked Zach.
“We know she would like to sleep in your arms at night,” said Anming.
“She would?” asked Zach.
“But we’re stealing you and hoarding you from our own commanding officer, a woman we admire so much,” continued Colby.
“You do? I mean, of course, we all do,” said Zach. Colby’s bathrobe was slowly slipping off one of her delicious chocolate shoulders as she pitched him. It distracted him greatly from convincingly acting like he didn’t know what was coming. He wanted to get to the part where he capitulated to their insane plan. Then he could suck on Anming’s titties, or Colby’s. Oh, that chocolate goodness was almost revealed. Only a few more twitches of Colby’s shoulder was all it would take. He thirsted to feast his eyes on the heavenly slope of her milk chocolate b-cup left titty. He knew it was topped with her Hershey’s kiss of a nipple, dark chocolate, of course. He was a nasty empty-headed animal. What did they see in him? “What were you saying, darling?”
“Colleen,” Colby said, grabbing and shaking him. Her bathrobe spilled off her shoulder to reveal her perfectly scrumptious chocolate tit and nip. She immediately pulled the robe back up. He got only a flash. “She’s all alone at night.”
“It’s cruel when you consider Colleen’s hopes and feelings,” added Anming.
“I’m finding it hard to concentrate. I’ve been greatly missing you two all day. I was wondering, would either of you suckle me while I listen to your proposal?“ asked Zach.
“Oh, poor Zach,” said Colby “We’ll be quick. Then you can suckle all you want, baby.”
“Can I just say yes to anything you two want to try out? Then I can suckle while you two let me know what I’ve signed up for. I promise I’ll listen calmly and attentively. You’ll have a captive audience,” Zach pleaded.
The two women looked at each other. “This is a big opportunity,” said Anming, smiling.
“We should have thought of more stuff,” giggled Colby.
“No matter,” said Anming. “We don’t want a slave.” She lay down, pulled down her robe, and offered Zach her breast. He lay down next to her and latched on greedily.
“Have I got your attention now, Zach?” asked Colby. Thumbs up from Zach.
“That’s why we want Colleen to join us, so she’s not sleeping all by herself with us hogging you. She said she was willing if you’re willing,” said Colby.
Zach felt it important to unlatch to show the proper amount of shock and surprise. “Absolutely I’m willing. I worship the woman. But are the two of you sure you’re going to be okay with it? She’s our commanding officer. She’ll be watching your most intimate moments. She might want to hold your hand when she does it. And you’re going to be seeing her underneath me. She’s our commanding officer, but she still needs to let go and surrender herself sometimes. She needs to spread her legs to gain balance. You’ll see the look on her face when I penetrate her, when she orgasms. You won’t inadvertently think less of her?”
“We don’t think less of each other for loving you and being loved by you, Zach. Why would we think less of her? Men think that way, but we don’t," Colby assured him.
"In my country, people would think less of her, but screw them," said Anming. "I would never think less of her for joining in our joyful play with you, Zachary."
Colby continued, "It makes sense to invite her. It’s cruel to leave her out. We know you are fond of each other. We’re fond of her, too. So will you be okay?” she asked.
“Yes, I'm confident. I might need help getting hard so many times.” He wanted to be appropriately humble in the face of the objectively difficult task of pleasing three women in a sexual encounter.
“I will,” said Anming.
“Of course we will, honey dog, but we don’t want to treat you like some prize steer,” Colby said. “You won’t have to make love to every single one of us every night. That sounds positively exhausting! We will all three be fine with getting loved every once in a while. Mostly it’s the togetherness with you that we want. And the sisterhood.”
“What if I want to?” asked Zach.
“I’ll be ready for you any time, lover,” Colby assured Zach. “How about you Anming?”
“Yes, my husband,” said Anming. “I’ll never tire of the ecstatic pleasure you make in me.”
“Wow,” said Colby. “Me too, please! I know what she means. It’s a credit to you, Zach.” Colby cuddled up and started stroking Zach’s hair. He latched on to Anming’s breast again and started suckling. Colby continued, “I’ve had my bell rung a few times. But even in the astronaut corps, they’re afraid of commitment, or they have behavior problems. You’re a ten in the bell ringer department and a ten in the relationship department, Zach. Life will be so good for us on Mars, for all of us.”
“Then our naming problems led us to an interesting conclusion,” prompted Anming.
“Yes!” Colby continued, “We thought about trigomy, but that sounded weird. So I thought about trigonometry, which is kind of a cool name. And I thought up the slogan ‘Zach squared plus sisterhood squared equals happiness squared,’ which I like a lot.”
“But I pointed out that two squared is four, not three,” said Anming.
“And that’s when we started thinking about Berte,” said Colby.
Zach felt it was time to break off suckling again. “Berte! She’s very special to me. But she's on a different shift. Plus, she’d never agree.”
“She agreed!” Colby squeaked.
“That’s a miracle,” said Zach. “How did you to manage that? Accomplish that?”
“I frankly don’t know how it happened,” Colby related. “We asked her, and she seemed afraid of the whole idea, especially with Colleen involved. But then she just said yes.”
“Okay,” said Zach. “Well, I’m overwhelmed.” His phone beeped with a text message. He was still on call, so he interrupted the conversation and looked at it immediately.
It was a text from Khushi, “TEST POSITIVE PREGNANT! HAPPY!!!!!” It was followed by lots of hearts.
(To be continued)
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43: Saturday July 18, 2110 hours CST: Khushi’s Pregnancy Celebration
“Khushi’s pregnant,” Zach announced. Colby whooped for joy and danced on the bed. She was followed closely by Anming, who grabbed her and jumped up and down with her. He called Khushi, and she answered. “We need to celebrate,” he said.
“Really?” asked Khushi.
“You hear those women jumping up and down and screaming in the background? We need to celebrate.”
“Okay, where?” asked Khushi.
“Let’s meet in Control A,” proposed Zach. “I’ll call Alexis. She can use the PA to alert everyone.”
“Good,” agreed Khushi.
Zach hung up, called Alexis, and said, “Khushi’s pregnant.”
“Holy shit fuck! You knocked her up, stud!” Alexis crowed.
“Can you use the PA system to ask everyone to gather in Control A for a celebration?” asked Zach.
Zach, Anming, and Colby arrived at the party in Control A to find it in full swing. Emotions were extremely high. Some post-metal rhapsody was playing on the speakers. Alexis was there wearing her tight black knit skirt and jiggling with the music. He saw that Charisse was there, glowing, dancing hypnotically, fresh from the hydroponics gardens and smudged endearingly with dirt. She was wearing short thin tight tan cotton pants that showed a nice camel toe. Her halter-top showed off her yummy nips. God, how he loved everything about her. Colette was there dancing with Charisse, managing to look regal in a hastily donned knit dress.
Colleen was at the center of it, pouring sparkling cider and passing out marijuana wafers for all takers. She was wearing nothing but a white bathrobe and deck slippers. Apparently she had been poised to come join them in Zach’s quarters. He exchanged a smile and a knowing look with her as he moved towards her to greet her. She gave him a glass of sparkling cider and popped a marijuana wafer into his mouth like a communion wafer. She looked happy and horny; she leaned in and gave him a one-armed hug and a tongue kiss to go with the wafer. He responded hungrily, still missing her from before. They sucked on the wafer and each other for a while. In public, he should be deferential to Colleen always. He felt blessed that she wanted to descend from her high status with the crew to give him this lusty kiss in front of everyone. Colby and Anming came over with him, and the three women hugged each other tightly.
Ayana and Khushi were there arm in arm. Khushi was the radiant Goddess holding court. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties. Her luscious knockers were hypnotic as she smiled and swayed to the music. Zach could see her dark nipples through the light t-shirt. She was sporting a nice wet camel toe. How Zach loved just plain old white panties! Ayana was happier than he had seen her in a long while. To be sure he’d recently caught her only at her worst. This was the woman he’d fallen so hard for at first sight. She was beaming, simply beaming with radiant joy and excitement. She was clearly already high on marijuana wafers. He loved how her almond-shaped eyes squinched up even further when she beamed like this. It was too damn cute. She was wearing a black t-shirt and tight white cotton panties, matching Khushi but for the t-shirt color. She had a nice camel toe and wet spot too, God damn it. He was getting hard now. He went up and hugged them both. They laughed and rubbed against his hardening dick, Ayana too. They wanted to tease him like crazy.
Some sparkling cider spilled a bit from their glasses, but none of them cared. Seeing Ayana smiling like this in his arms and rubbing against him in excitement got to him. It was not for him, he knew. It was tearing a certain way at Zach’s heart. Khushi breathed in his ear. He turned his head to address her and she kissed him fiercely, thrusting in her tongue. He kissed Khushi back with all the lust and love he kept burning for her in his heart. He hoped that Ayana would not be knocked out of her good mood by their theoretically off-limits snogging. A lot of cider spilled then as they tongue wrestled and also held Ayana fiercely to them. He turned again, and saw Ayana was still smiling at both of them and giggling even, so joyous. Zach couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and kissed Ayana with all the passion he’d ever felt for her, completely going for it.
Ayana spat out his tongue with a guffaw as if tickled, and fell to the floor on her ass. Zach and Khushi picked her right back up. Khushi gave him a look, as if to say “what the hell, man?” The recovered Ayana, still giggling and cheerful, gave Khushi a peck. She pushed off from both of them and started dancing. She didn’t appear to be upset at him for the advance. Khushi looked into his eyes and said, “Thank you again, Zach.” She pushed off from him and started dancing with Ayana. Ugh, he was such an idiot getting carried away like that!
Berte had arrived, also wearing just a white bathrobe and slippers. She was keeping to a quiet corner, but had a glass of cider and a marijuana wafer from Colleen. Zach walked over to her. “Colleen and I congratulated each other,” Berte told him. “I think it was for getting to sleep with you now.”
“I’m flattered,” said Zach. “I’m grateful to have all four of you with me. Let me go socialize with a couple more people, then let’s walk together back to my place. It will be good for the two of us to relax and get settled in there before the others arrive.” He was most concerned about how Berte would handle this first night. He was pretty sure they all were. He wanted to do all he could to make it a success. “And have another marijuana wafer, please, or two or three.”
Berte showed him her pocket, which had five wafers in it. “Colleen delivered the message,” she said. She thought he and Colleen were collaborating, but they both had merely come up with the same good idea. No matter. Berte was not wrong in assuming they all wanted things to be relaxed and good for her. It was quiet in this corner of Control A near the small alcove of the machine bay. He had used this place as a vantage to witness Ayana performing cunnilingus on Alexis a while back. He kissed Berte deeply, and she returned his kiss, ardently.
He backed her into the machine bay out of view of the rest of the revelers. Still kissing, he reached between the flaps of her bathrobe and stroked a finger along the opening of her cunny. She was nice and wet, so not too frightened, which was good. He stroked her during the rest of their kiss. He came up for air with a wet finger. He cleaned it off with his mouth with exaggerated grunting and smacking sounds, making Berte giggle. “I’ll be back to get you soon, my exquisite lover,” he said. He left her in the instrument bay giggling and downing marijuana wafers and sparkling cider.
Aanya and Michaela had arrived. Aanya was wearing some cute pink jammies with bunny slippers and a bunny hood. It was probably the same outfit she had put on in the dark earlier. The jammies looked comfy, but were baggy. All he could see, really, was her delicate face.
Michaela was wearing a very revealing negligee to great effect. He clearly saw the tiny redhead's tits, generous for her stature. He admired her luscious pink areolae and nipples. Her nether assets were just as evident, her thick, moist-looking inner lips accentuating her slit. Zach was getting hard for her. He wanted to push his cock up between those fat lips and feel their tight stroking.
He went up and hugged each of them. He couldn’t help but hug Michaela for an extra long time. She felt his hardness on her belly. She looked up into his face with her cute smile and drooping eyes, and wiggled herself against it. “You will add Aanya as wife?” she confirmed.
“I’m not sure how we can work it out logistically, but we’ll work it out,” said Zach. He hugged Aanya in her loose fitting jammies. He felt her petite naked body in there. She trembled and hugged him harder when she felt his fully erect member straining against her belly. “I only just saw you,” he said to her, “and I already want you again.”
“The rape was especially good,” Aanya whispered up to him. “When I’m your wife, sleeping with them, will you still be able to rape me?”
“Yes,” said Zach. “We’ll explain it to them so they won’t worry. Let’s go to them and arrange everything. Maybe you can come tonight.”
With that, Zach steered Aanya towards Colleen, Colby, and Anming, who were still bunched together. Colby and Colleen were talking and Anming was listening. He walked up to them and said, “Aanya wants to get married to us.”
“You’re done punching Zach?” asked Colby.
“That’s water under the bridge,” Zach assured the three other women. “Our relationship is light years beyond that now.”
“I’m happy,” said Colleen. “Come with us tonight, and we’ll make it work, if that’s okay with you, Colby. She’s the leader of our relationship.”
“I’m good with it,” said Colby. “All right Anming?”
“Welcome,” said Anming to Aanya with those wide-set piercing eyes.
Colleen said, “Aanya, I’m happy you want to get close. I know you’ve had a lot to sort out.”
“I’ll go talk to Berte about it,” said Zach. Aanya clung to him happily. He felt good.
“All right, Khushi picked truth!” shouted Alexis. “So here’s your question. You’re aware we call him ‘Sack’ for his prodigious capabilities.” Khushi looked embarrassed and covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Alexis continued, “What’s the biggest load Zach has ever put in you? Where and when, and details, details, details!”
“This is only the first question?” said Khushi. She thought for a bit. “I’m sure it was our first time together, on the tenth. That must be when I got pregnant.”
“Deets!” implored Alexis.
“In a hotel room. In the afternoon.”
“Did you orgasm?”
“You’re terrible, Alexis.”
“Well did you?”
“Yes, are you satisfied? Yes.”
“How many times? C’mon, step it up. We have a lot of questions to get through.”
“A dozen?” Khushi ventured with embarrassment. Catcalls erupted from the surrounding women. “Stop it, Alexis,” she begged.
Zach had heard all he wanted to hear. He approached Berte, and said to her, “Aanya is going to join us, hopefully every evening.”
“You’re dressed in a bunny outfit,” Berte pointed out.
“Yes I am,” said Aanya.
Berte took off her bathrobe. Her yummy pink and naked pulchritude took Zach’s breath away. She wrapped her robe around Aanya. “I didn’t know you were coming. I’m sorry I didn’t make you a robe.” So the robes had been Berte’s idea. Aanya was touched, and the two petite women hugged each other fiercely.
“You’re the greatest, Berte,” said Zach. “Thanks for making Aanya welcome.”
“No more hitting of Zach,” Berte stipulated, still hugging Aanya fiercely.
“I promise,” said Aanya.
Then the three of them walked to Zach’s quarters together. As they passed a dancing Ayana and Khushi, he noticed Ayana checking out the naked Berte very thoroughly with lust in her eyes.
(To be continued)
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44: Saturday July 18, 2130 hours CST: Trigonometry Part Two
Zach, Berte, and Aanya arrived at Zach’s quarters. Berte and Aanya liked the room-wide bed. It looked like a good playground. They all threw off their clothes, and Berte chased Aanya around the room, giggling. They collapsed together in a heap of giggles. Zach sidled up to them. Both women were stoned as hell on marijuana wafers. “I think you both have surprises to tell each other,” he said. “You should each tell how you want me to make love to you. Who wants to go first?”
“I’ll go,” said Aanya, giggling. “Berte, my safe word is ‘red’ if things get too rough for me. I have this fantasy I enjoy where Zach and I make believe he is raping me. But he’s not actually raping me, of course. I like it,” she said, hugging herself. “I like how he makes me. I don’t have to worry about yes or no.”
“I can’t talk, too dizzy,” Berte said. She pulled out her phone and said, “Watch this.” On a computer monitor mounted on the far wall that Zach and Aanya hadn’t noticed before, text appeared. “Okay,” the monitor displayed as Berte texted, “I won’t get worried unless I hear you say ‘red’.”
“Great idea!” enthused Zach. “Okay, tell us, Berte.”
“What are you two up to?” asked Aanya.
“Berte’s texting us,” explained Zach. “It’s a good way for her to communicate. This monitor thing is something new. I think it’s great. Now she can communicate easily with everybody in the room.”
Berte continued putting text on the monitor. “For me, I like to do it with Zach all normal until he gets close,”
“and then I like him to finish in my rectum while I say dirty things.”
“Michaela just taught me!” enthused Aanya. “I was disgusted and frightened at first, but it’s so good with rape, especially. Makes the rape extra rape. Zachary just took my anal virginity earlier today.”
“It’s the best!” enthused Berte on the monitor.
“I also use Jill,” she texted, pulling her vibrator named Jill out of her bathrobe pocket. “This is Jill,” Berte said, pointing to it.
“We have almost the same favorite!” Aanya said. “Maybe you’d like to be raped, too.”
“I can’t do yours,” texted Berte.
“Playacting would be distracting to me.”
“That’s not true, Berte,” said Zach. “You’re playacting when you say to fuck your dirty ass and all that. Everybody can make believe.”
“Hmm,” said Berte.
“I’d like to have Berte now, if you don’t mind,” Zach said to Aanya. “I haven’t had her since yesterday.”
“Sure!” replied Aanya. “I don’t need a turn. I had Zach earlier.”
“Aanya!” said Berte excitedly. Then she texted up on the monitor, “It’s okay.”
“Please rape Aanya first!”
“Jill and I are very interested to see this rape thing.”
“It should be thrilling!”
“Okay,” said Zach. He grabbed Aanya roughly by one leg and spanked her cute bubble butt with a loud smack with his other hand. “Behave and spread for me, Aanya!” It was not a hard spank, just a loud one. He heard Jill click on as Berte began to masturbate, watching them intently.
“No, I really don’t need,” said Aanya.
“You don’t have a choice!” Zach shot back. “That’s why they call it rape!”
Zach’s statement seemed to galvanize, Aanya, who after all, hadn’t said “red” yet. “NO!! Rape!” she shrieked with great gusto and energy, flailing her arms and kicking her legs to try to escape the wrestling. Berte fished out some earplugs and put them in as he overpowered Aanya and forced the delicate, petite, thrashing woman slowly to submit to him. He had Aanya on her tummy with one hand pinning her lower back and roughly spread her legs, but she was fighting fiercely. He glanced over at Berte. She looked interested, excited.
“Help me rape her,” said Zach to Berte. “Come hold her arms.” She grinned, crawled on her hands and knees over to where they were wrestling, and pinned both of Aanya’s wrists firmly to the bed with her feet while still playing Jill around on her vulva with her hands. This freed up his arms to otherwise subdue the fighting, squirming Aanya. He held her by her delectable bubble butt firmly down on her tummy and checked her vulva. Not surprisingly, she was nice and wet.
Zach straddled Aanya’s bubble butt and gave her a hard swift spank, eliciting another shriek. He speared her roughly with his straining erect cock. She screamed, “Naaaah! Stop, you awful dirty fuck fucker! Oh God you rape me! God you split open me! It’s too big!” She was still kicking and squirming futilely. She was putting on a bit of a show this time. It seemed to be exciting both herself and Berte quite nicely.
Now that Zach had Aanya speared on his dick to the hilt, he could take charge of her upper body again. He pinned her arms behind her and sat up on the bed. Her front was fully on display. Berte saw his dick buried in Aanya’s tight and dripping pussy as he roughly bounced her on him. Aanya groaned and shuddered in climax. Berte gave them both a show of playing with herself, pressing Jill into her slit and shuddering with pleasure. He got an idea and paused. “Put Jill on Aanya, Berte. Make my rape victim cum helplessly for me.”
“No! NO! You nasty fuck fuckers! Don’t you make me!” Aanya cried out and shuddered in powerful orgasm as Berte touched Jill firmly on the delicate Indian’s clitoral hood. Zach could feel Aanya’s lubrication overflow and trickle onto his balls. Jill was already wet from its owners copious juices. Berte wetly stroked and slid Jill all around Aanya’s clitoral hood area. Aanya squirmed and moaned. He felt a buzzing feeling at the base of his cock. He felt Aanya’s rolling, thrumming contractions as she whimpered and orgasmed. Her tight little vagina clipped his shaft fiercely. Berte’s skillful application of Jill made Aanya deliciously dance on his cock as she responded to the powerful vibrations. He stopped pushing so he could last longer. Even so, Aanya’s wet noises and squirming from Jill made him ready to pop.
Zach rested, tried to stay calm, and continued to let Berte bring Aanya to orgasm after wet, helpless orgasm. Aanya danced and pulsed on his cock as she climaxed repeatedly. Berte squeezed herself up against Aanya. She stroked Jill tightly between both their wet vulvas. Berte was pink-faced. Her breathing was ragged. What a wonderful life he lived! He felt his body succumb to orgasm from Aanya’s violent thrashing on him. He spilled over into climax and groaned, “Uhhhhh!” He shot one powerful squirt up into Aanya and then another weaker one.
It was fine for him to rest here and let the action continue. The women were still swept up in their orgasmic chase. They were not done. Berte kissed Aanya’s neck passionately. Aanya moaned and danced up against Jill’s rumbly vibrations. Aanya cried, “Yellow! Yellow! It’s too much vibrate!” Berte backed off, as pink-faced and wild-eyed as he had ever seen her. Aanya climbed off and fetched a towel for her overloaded dripping quim.
Zach asked Berte, “What do you think?”
“I love the sounds Aanya makes,” Berte texted onto the screen.
“Aanya is the most beautiful.”
“I loved pushing Jill tight between us and rubbing against her soft dark skin.”
“I loved how our nipples fought and how we climaxed together.”
“I loved sharing Jill with our new wife.”
“I also enjoyed the rape part.”
“It had a lot of energy.”
“It wasn’t scary; I knew the secret code.”
“I enjoyed helping.”
“May I kiss you Aanya?”
“I’m relieved you weren’t disgusted,” Aanya replied. “Sure, Berte, you can kiss me. Michaela does it to me.” Berte approached Aanya slowly and kissed her passionately as Zach looked on at the obvious moment between them. The women were the same height. Berte’s beauty was powerful, stocky, and pale, contrasting Aanya’s delicate, dark beauty. He felt his penis swell as he watched his two lovers kiss. He could never get enough of this.
The three of them cuddled on the bed together, the women face to face and Zach behind Aanya. Zach asked Aanya, “How about you? Was it a good rape for you?”
Aanya thought. “Pretty good! I had so many orgasms this time! But your earlier rape of me in the dark was the best ever. This was wonderful, though. Thank you, Zach, for making me even though I wasn't going to. That was exciting! Thank you.” Then Aanya turned to Berte, “Thank you Berte.” She kissed Berte. They shared another long passionate kiss.
“You’re welcome,” said Berte, and returned to her phone. She texted them, “Aanya is nice.”
“I can see how she would hit you, though.”
“She is feisty!”
“I like her.”
Berte spoke to Aanya, “I like you.”
“I like you too, Berte,” said Aanya. They kissed passionately again. During the kiss, Zach could feel them squirming with passion. At the end, they were both breathless. It looked more than “like” to him.
Aanya tried to make small talk with Berte. Berte tried to be attentive. While they were doing this, Zach gently spread Berte on the bed and licked her vulva. He went straight to her favorite licks. These were horizontal licks across her clitoris and clitoral hood. Aanya stopped talking. She saw that Berte was completely distracted. Berte lay down on her back. He continued licking her. Aanya sat at Berte’s head and smoothed her hair. Berte’s hips soon bucked rhythmically. Her breathing got ragged.
“She’s so beautiful,” remarked Aanya to Zach. A pink flush of sexual excitement appeared and spread down Berte’s body. First were her cheeks, then her neck, and then down onto her chest. Aanya continued, “She’s pink all over, and blonde.” Berte’s distant way of being made it easy to talk about her in the third person.
“I agree,” said Zach. “She’s such a sweetheart, too, such a kind, bright-hearted spirit.”
“How can such a nice innocent girl like the nasty bottom thing that you say?” chided Aanya. “Are you a nasty dirty slut, Berte?”
Berte was trembling, near orgasm, and breathed, “Yessss!” She climaxed on Zach’s tongue with a shuddering whimper, then tugged on him to mount her. He spread her legs lovingly and pushed into her as Aanya continued to play with her beautiful blonde hair.
Aanya moved to a vantage behind them and stroked one of Berte’s spread legs. She felt Zach’s back. “Your hips and back ripple so powerfully as you fuck her, Zach. It’s beautiful,” Aanya remarked.
Zach couldn’t answer. He was lost in sensation as Berte’s wet quim pleasured him tightly while he opened her. There were no words, for a while, except for their heavy breathing. Berte occasionally shouted in orgasm as he took his pleasure on her.
That was the scene as Colby, Anming, and Colleen arrived, chattering among themselves pleasantly. They spoke of Khushi’s and Ayana’s cute pregnancy excitement. They spoke of how they had all had too many marijuana wafers. Zach and Berte continued to couple, lost in pleasure. The women greeted Aanya with a hug. The lovemaking in their midst was an ice breaker. The women joined Aanya in touching the lovers. Colleen took a position at Berte’s head and rubbed her hair and brow. Soon Colleen ventured to knead Berte’s fulsome and firm D-cups and gently to massage her nipples. Berte moaned at this. Colby joined Aanya in touching Zach’s powerful rippling back as he thrust deeply into Berte. Anming smacked Zach’s tight rippling ass gently and encouraged, “Get to work, Zach! Make her orgasm again!”
(To be continued)
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45: Saturday July 18, 2200 hours CST: Trigonometry Part Three
Zach was lost in sensation, thrusting hard at a faster and faster pace into Berte’s slick, tight, squirming pussy. She was emitting little bird cries and hissing in between. She was pinned under him, her legs spread wide as he rammed her cunny forcefully, stretching her all the way to the back. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her brows clenched. Colleen was above them on the bed. She reached between the lovers to play with Berte’s bouncing D tits and tweak the nipples. He felt Colby and Aanya’s hands resting on his back, feeling his motions into Berte. Anming spanked him again playfully, shouting, “Orgasm her harder, Zach!” All these women were stoned.
“I’d forgotten how exciting it is to watch other people get it on,” remarked Colleen to the rest of them.
“It’s making me wet just feeling his back as he thrusts into her,” confessed Colby.
“Me, too,” whimpered Aanya as she felt Zach’s rippling back.
“Feel Zachary’s ass! So pretty!” Anming remarked, gripping Zach’s ass tightly with one hand, her nails digging in slightly.
“Ha ha! I hope we’re not distracting you too much, you guys,” Colby said. Berte’s eyes were shut, her brows furrowed, her breathing ragged as she tensed under Zach. Then Colby observed, “Oh… oh! I think Zach’s getting close, aren’t you sweetie?”
“Fuck my stinking pucker!” Berte suddenly howled. “Fill up my dirty asshole!”
The other women jumped at Berte’s vehement and unexpected announcement. Zach was used to it. He pulled out, picked up her legs further, and thrust into her anus. He knew she had prepared for his entrance. She was very tight and slippery. He opened her up inexorably until he was banging her anus to the hilt within a few strokes. She whimpered and pressed a loudly buzzing Jill to her vulva. She thrilled at the enormous pressure of his cock invading her rectum. He tensed in orgasm, “RAAAAAH!!” She whimpered wetly in mutual orgasm, her toes curling.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m hot all of a sudden,” said Colby. She threw off her fluffy bathrobe and revealed her luscious chocolate nakedness. Colleen followed suit.
“Well, she evidently enjoyed herself,” Anming said cheerily.
Zach pulled slowly out of Berte and patted a towel to her. “I’ll go wash,” he said. He crawled to the edge of the bed, donned his scrub pants, and left the room. He walked spinward past Berte’s quarters to head B2. These women would now all be sleeping with him. It was great, but overwhelming. He hoped it worked. His mind was filled with chaos. It was good to take a break, wash his dick off, and reset to his new reality. He entered Head B2 and jumped into the shower. He carefully washed his junk with soap and then rinsed off generally. He toweled himself off, threw on his scrub pants, and headed back.
Zach entered the room to find the women arm in arm in a circle in the middle of the room. Colby was speaking. “I know this is a little freaky. It’s okay to feel embarrassed and afraid. But I also know that we all want to be with Zach.” There were murmurs of assent around the circle. This was a conversation among the women. He quietly sat down in the corner.
“How are you doing Berte?” asked Colby.
“I wanted it. I’m sorry,” said Berte, looking down.
“Berte, you were perfect,” said Colby. Murmurs of assent.
“Well,” said Berte. You could see her mind recalibrating. She looked up into the corner. The women waited patiently to hear from her. “Heh,” she said. “If you want to see more, I could do that forever. Not right now, tomorrow.”
“That’s fine, Berte, just fine,” said Colby. “How are you doing, Anming? I notice you’re still dressed.”
Anming thrilled Zach from his vantage by immediately throwing off her robe. Her taut B-cups and tribble muff bounced into view. “I’m sorry, I was just surprised. And I’m left with a question.”
“What is your question?” asked Colby.
“Is it just me? Do all other women like it… back there?”
“A lot of women don’t,” said Colby. “For me, it seems to work with some men, and not with others. It works with Zach.” Colleen chuckled at this.
“Yes, you did it last night,” said Anming. “That has me asking.”
“When I was young,” ventured Colleen. “I wanted to keep my virginity. For years that meant getting it up the ass. I still like it, especially with Zach.”
“Yes, a lot, and my safe word is ‘red’,” Aanya blurted, a little wild-eyed.
“You go girl,” said Colby.
“Is it okay to say more?” asked Aanya.
“There’s no time like the present,” said Colby.
“Its not every time, of course, but I’ve wanted to tell you,” said Aanya.
“It’s okay, sweet thing. Why would you need a safe word?” said Colby.
“I don’t really, because Zach is kind and nice,” said Aanya.
“She likes to get raped really hard,” said Berte. “I got to help.”
“Michaela taught me,” Aanya hastened to add. “It’s not Zach’s fault.”
“Girl, there’s only one question. Do you like it that way? Do you want it that way? I guess that’s two,” said Colby.
“I love it,” gushed Aanya.
“Then get your freak on, girl,” said Colby. High five from Colleen. High five from Colby. High five from Berte.
Anming’s high five was a bit tentative, but still there. “I might need to leave when you do that,” she said. “I know it’s not real. Still, I’m worried it will trigger unhappy memories for me.”
“No,” said Aanya. “Don’t do that. I can get Zach to rape me along with Michaela. It’s too loud anyway.”
“Can I tell them?” Colby asked Anming.
“I was raped,” said Anming. Berte gasped. Aanya grabbed Anming fiercely and hugged her. Anming jumped and then put her arms gently around Aanya.
“Violently,” said Colby.
“Repeatedly, viciously,” said Colleen.
“I will rip out the heart!” Aanya growled.
“Thank you,” said Anming, tears spilling from her eyes, “Please don’t bother yourself.” Aanya started to cry. Anming joined her. Soon there were five women all hugging each other. Berte was the outside layer, looking vacant, but clearly wanting to help. Zach squeezed up behind Colby and put his arms gently around the group. He crossed arms with Berte, who glanced at him then looked away again. They stayed that way for a while, until the tears stopped, and even after that. It was good to hold them. Thrilling, actually.
“Zach has reminded me of something,” said Colby.
“What?” asked Anming, muffled inside the group.
“His big ol’ hard-on is resting on my ass, and no kidding ladies, feels like halfway up my back,” Colby said. There were chuckles and giggles.
“Are you ready, my sister?” asked Anming.
“Feeling this?” said Colby. “I’m wide open, ready, and dripping. I want it.”
“Zachary, please don’t mind my sadness. I’m feeling much better with all your comfort, and I want our wedding night to continue in earnest, please. Would you penetrate our first wife and bring her great joy?” said Anming. “Thank you for bringing us together, dear Colby.”
The other women were also thanking Colby. Her upper body was buried in the women’s nest of arms, but her bubble butt was jutting out. Zach checked her, and she was indeed dripping, and about at the right angle. Was this too weird? It sounded like they wanted it. Okay. He threw off his scrub pants and made a move towards the lube. Colby said, “No, honey, come on in. I’ve been working my way up to taking him au natural, girls.”
Berte cheered, “Au natural! Yeah, knock her up, Zach!” She seemed to be getting into the whole group sex thing. He felt glad.
“Ugh God! That hits the spot!” Colby said as Zach began pushing into her. This was weird. “It’s okay honey, we all want you to. Just hold us.” He put his arms around the throng of women and thrust his hips forward. “Oh fuck you’re big.” He continued to rock into Colby’s slick tightness while she arched her back and braced herself against the other women.
“Except for certain pleasant aspects, I feel like Zach is having intercourse with me also,” Anming chuckled. “I can feel him mounting her. Pushing in. It’s exciting!”
Zach touched Colby’s extent and commenced taking her in long slow satisfying strokes. He put his weight, modest in the Martian gravity, on the mass of women. He fancied that he felt a little bit of everyone somewhere along the length of his arms. “Damn… oh… oh…” Colby puffed out a few big breaths of air, getting used to his size in her. He kept up the gentle strokes and taps, rocking and letting her poor tight tiny puss get used to him. She was taking him well without lube. She was squishy wet and twisty tight. “Hhhhh… Ahh… Mmm…”
“I can feel your love for Colby, Zach,” said Colleen. “Keep going.”
“I’m right here with her, Zachary,” said Anming. “Her excitement is growing. Now give her an orgasm.”
Colby’s vagina was doing well with the size. Zach thrust firmly and took his pleasure more forcefully in her now that she was open a bit more. “Uhh… aah… huh…” Her breath caught for a moment, and then, “Oh God fuck!”
“There you go!” cried Anming.
“I’m starting to drip,” said Berte. “This is exciting! Fuck us, Zach!”
“Yes fuck us!” Aanya ventured. “Including respect and gentleness for Anming.”
“I feel it,” Anming assured them. “Colby is happy.”
“Ohmygod! Oh! God I… uhhuh… …” Colby’s breath caught, and then she muttered something appreciative he could not quite catch.
“Yes!” said Anming. “Keep it up!”
“Ow shit… Oh fuck yes…” Colby’s breath caught for a while. With a whisper rising to a crescendo, “Oh mygod… oh fuck Zach… oh my God… oh damn… hhh hhh HUUUUA…” Her breath caught for a while.
“You got her, Zachary!” came Anming’s muffled cry.
Colby muttered a muffled, “Oh shit… oh… ohyes… FUCK YES… aaaaaaah! Haaaaaah! Huuuuh! Shit… oh fuck… oh GOD yes…” Zach stopped in her for a moment and let her enjoy her thrumming orgasm he could feel twisting around his cock, her breath catching in her throat. The whole group shook as Colby spasmed powerfully.
“God damn, Colby,” Colleen muttered. “You are a hot little number.”
“Christ!” Colby panted. “You try not cumming on this fucking thing.”
Zach started up, pounding her with nice regular force he could feel reverberating through the embracing mass of women. “Oh… Jesus Christ… oh FUCK it feels good… ohmygod… ohmygod… huh… hueeeuh!” Colby’s breath caught in her for a while. Zach didn’t stop.
“Good going, Zachary!” came the muffled call from Anming.
“How does she look?” Zach puffed.
“Beautiful,” said Anming, “Regal.”
Colby gasped and cried, “Oh God!” Zach stopped in her as her breath caught to let her enjoy another twisting pulsing orgasm. In the middle, she took a breath, “Uhh! Ahh!” She went back to straining under him soundlessly. Then, “Ahhhh… ahh… ooh…” almost in relief.
“Was that two?” asked Aanya.
“I’ve lost count,” said Anming.
“Yesss,” said Berte.
Zach started pushing. Colby started muttering, “Mmm… uhh… oh shit… oh fuck…”
“Yeah,” Zach breathed, brain devoid of blood, at one with Colby, with all of them. His delighted pleasured dick forced his way in and hit home deep in her again and again and again.
“Yeah… oh my God… oh FUCK!” Colby cried, “Damn… ohmygod… oh fuck his dick is so big… God! Ahh! Ahh! Aah! Aah!” Zach stopped as her breath caught and body rocked with another quiet, twisting orgasm under him. It went on and on. When she started breathing again, she cried, “Oh Jesus Christ!” But that was only a breather. Her breath caught, and the tiny black beauty’s hips rocked against him powerfully, pulsing, pulsing.
Zach looked down with awe at Colby’s yummy ass. He took his arms off the huddle of women and grabbed a good firm handful of each of her cheeks. He closed his eyes. He started to move in Colby. This felt more normal. The other way was fun, but would need some serious getting used to if they ever did it again. If he wanted to last a long time, it worked great. Now that his hands had a hold of her ass, suddenly his body knew he was fucking Colby. His semen was right there ready to go. “Oh here it is,” he breathed. Her firm ass provoked him, teased him.
Colby growled. “Ohh… God damn… ohgoddamn…” She breathed several hard puffs, “Oh fuck baby, are you going to blow your wad, baby? Are you going to knock me up? Oh Jesus… oh fuck… aaah…” She knew Zach too well. He entered his short strokes as her breath caught in another powerful orgasm. He was beyond stopping. “Aaa… ahh!”
“Oh yes!” cried Colleen, “Here it comes!”
Zach locked his hips into Colby and unloaded all the semen he could muster, pulsing, pulsing into her clipping, coaxing, teasing vagina. "HAAAA! Huh!" As he finished ejaculating, he felt she wasn’t quite done yet. He started thrusting, churning his semen out all over the bed. She shouted, “Ahh!” then caught her breath hard in another orgasm and writhed against him as he continued to pound her. She was a wonderful gift to him. He wanted to move in her forever and ever. “Haaaah… ohmygod ahhhh… yes… YES!… Oh God FUCK ME,” she pleaded. “You’re so good at it… oh my God… oh yeah…” She had reached what seemed the completion of her string of orgasms. He rested against her and moved his arms up to hug all the women.
“That was oddly satisfying,” said Colleen.
“Mmm,” said Anming.
“Yesss...” said Berte.
“I’m DEFINITELY pregnant now,” said Aanya from the middle of the pile. The others laughed.
The group hug broke up. Soon, Zach felt only Colby. He was not sure he wanted to open his eyes yet. He opened his eyes when he felt a towel patting between his legs and onto the bed. Anming said, “You two made a mess! Next time we’ll put a towel under you.” Zach pulled out of Colby reluctantly and patted a towel onto her vulva. He lay off to one side, letting Anming do her tidying. He closed his eyes again.
Colby lay down next to Zach and fed him one of her teats. As he suckled, she stroked his hair. “I don’t know what it was,” she confided. “You felt so perfect inside, touching me perfectly, and everyone everywhere. I felt like I was your big dick making love to all of them. It was the best time ever for me, sweetheart. It’s just getting better and better. I love you, sweetheart.” She continued to play with his hair. It felt wonderful.
When Zach awakened, it was dim in the room. They had left him where he had nodded off. He was looking at Berte’s legs. Somebody was snoring very softly, it was cute. He was trying to think. He had slept with Colleen and Berte before. It wasn’t Colby or Anming. It had to be Aanya. Too cute. Then he realized he was very hard and needy, quivering and ready to go. Of course he was. He was in a room packed tight with five beautiful women, and their pheromones were all raging.
Zach slowly slid himself down into the area they’d made for him down near the hatch. Now they were all arrayed. From left to right it was Colleen, Anming, Colby, Aanya, and Berte. Definitely Anming. He touched her leg. She kicked off his hand and muttered, fretful. He gently held her ankle. She kicked again, and when his hand remained, she jumped awake with an in-drawn breath. “Oh it’s you,” she said, relaxing from rigid and terrified. He helped her down into his portion of the bed. She was trembling.
“Is there a way I can wake you up that won’t frighten you?” Zach whispered.
“I feel terrible being frightened of you, my husband,” said Anming. “I’m unworthy of your attention.”
Zach had awakened extremely turned on and only a few strokes away from having an orgasm. Anming was recovering from a terrifying awakening, probably from an equally terrifying nightmare. “Wow, I’m really urgent,” he confided to her in a whisper. “But I want you to have fun.”
“I don’t want fun,” said Anming. “I want to satisfy my husband so that he’s calm. Then I want him to hold me and stroke me and tell me good things.”
“That sounds wonderful,” said Zach. He grabbed the lube and spread it on his cock and on Anming’s vulva. It seemed as he was touching her she was calming down. She was now spread for him in the dim light. He held himself over her and rocked into her lovingly, but it had to be firmly, because she was so tight. She grimaced. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No, it feels good, my husband,” Anming replied.
Zach was not feeling good about this. He slowly withdrew from her. He’d only made it about a quarter of the way in anyway. “You know what?” he said. “Just lie there and look lovely.” He towered over her on his knees and began stroking himself over her.
“What are you doing?” Anming asked.
“I’m going to cum on your breasts, if you don’t mind,” Zach whispered.
“I know that’s not what you want to do,” whispered Anming sharply. “My ungrateful womb is being reluctant. I’m ashamed.” She flipped onto her tummy. “Please enjoy my backside hole if it could please you.”
“My darling Anming,” whispered Zach. “We shouldn’t. We can’t. I won’t.”
Anming looked back at him. Tears were spilling from her eyes. “This ungrateful ruined girl can’t satisfy you then,” she whispered. She sat up and reached for the hatch. Jesus H. Christ.
Zach reached for Anming’s arm on the hatch. “Hold on there,” whispered Zach. “How do we deescalate this? I want to make love to specifically you, Anming. That’s why I woke you up when I could have awakened somebody else.” He grabbed her with his oily hands and held her. She fought for an instant and then calmed. His penis was still erect. It painted patches of lube onto her side and tummy as he held her. She still looked wild-eyed.
“Look, okay, fine,” Zach said. He pushed Anming onto her tummy and held her that way with one hand while he lubed up her butt crack. He even gently pushed a lubey finger into her anus a few times. He straddled her and pushed his cock very satisfyingly between her firm ass cheeks.
“You’ll make a mess,” Anming complained softly. She had a point. Zach was about to ejaculate a giant load that would get over every surface. He grabbed a towel and immediately began ejaculating into it. She sighed. In relief? Pleasure? No thinking. For the moment, he enjoyed himself ejaculating onto his beautiful woman’s back.
Once Zach had calmed, he wiped the remainder of his semen. He wiped the oil as best he could off of his cock and Anming’s backside. She remained still, and he was not sure of her mood. He lay down next to her. Her anus and the area around it was still oily. He began firmly massaging it as he lay softening against her. “Everything is fine. Everything is going to be okay. I love you, Anming. Will you stay with me?”
“This ugly useless one will continue to waste space in your bed if you wish,” Anming muttered.
“The others would be very upset if you left,” Zach whispered.
“They can go take a flying leap,” Anming whispered. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
An hour later, Zach woke up in Anming’s arms as straining hard and urgent as he had been before. He kissed Anming awake. She awakened smiling. She was still oily on her vulva from before. She humped his oily fingers gently as they continued to kiss. He lubed up his cock, still kissing her. He hovered over her and looked at her face as he pushed into her. She was just as tight as when he had tried before. She gazed up at him serenely as he struggled to push into her gently despite his overwhelming desire to have her immediately. Her chin trembled. He stopped, bent down, kissed her, and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Please use this unworthy sow for your pleasure,” she whispered with emotion. “Please.”
Zach really didn’t like to see her uncomfortable. The way Anming talked herself down was disturbing. Yet, it had seemed to cause more trouble and made her more unhappy when he had balked the first time. He pressed on. She was now gritting her teeth. He realized it was not entirely from discomfort. Her hips were reaching up, positioning. He lay down on her and grabbed both her ass cheeks firmly. He had her legs up as far as they would go. He stopped. “Okay, one thing,” he said.
“What?” Anming muttered, now buried underneath him.
“If you want to stop for a while, just say ‘red,’ okay?” Zach requested.
“Do you want to stop?” Anming asked.
“No!” said Zach, a little too loudly. “No,” he whispered. He figured he had better just stay quiet. He continued to open Anming up with gentle taps, and she seemed to be opening. Everything was staying wet, so she was producing some. He was getting close. He was just going to do it. So about three quarters of the way in, he pressed firmly and climaxed into her very satisfyingly. He groaned softly. She had her hands resting softly on his back. She dug in her nails a little when she felt him ejaculate. They rested. He fell out quickly, climbed off her, and fetched a towel to catch the semen.
Anming had a little smile on her face. She didn’t look at Zach, but crawled away back to her spot, holding the towel between her legs with one hand. She was probably just sleepy, Zach reasoned. That whole exchange had been difficult. Just bad luck, perhaps. She had seemed fine with being awakened the night before and the night before that. Considering what she had been through and was still trying to recover from, it was probably not the best idea to grab her by the ankle in the middle of the night. He fell into a restless sleep wanting the best for her.
The women’s pheromones were still thick in the air. Around 1 AM, he woke up hard and urgent. Berte and Aanya were already stirring. He lubed up his cock and grabbed Aanya by the ankle. He dragged her out of the lineup and crushed her underneath him. He thrust his lubed cock into Aanya roughly. She shook in quiet orgasm. When she was done shaking from that one, he took her hard and urgently. It was what his body demanded. She was wet, as it turned out. His hard coitus was making a smack, smack, smacking noise that was waking up the whole room. There was nothing for it. Crushed under him, she squirmed and thrashed in orgasm. He filled the delicate bronze botanist with his urgent load. He rested back, patted a towel onto her vulva, and drifted towards sleep. Berte and Aanya left then. Berte wore her bathrobe. Aanya was naked with a towel held between her legs. She carried her bunny suit over her shoulder.
The pheromones were still thick, and Zach’s urgent erections weren’t nearly done that night. At 2 AM he wanted Colby desperately. There was more room in the bed with Aanya and Berte gone. He dragged her over to the right, lubed up his cock, and had her urgently. She was used to him taking her in the night. She had a purring good orgasm. He ejaculated excitedly as soon as she clipped him, he was so ready to go from the start. She fell asleep once he patted a towel onto her.
At 4 AM, Zach took Colleen against the left wall. She was more than ready, knowing his overnight predilections by having had him overnight at her place once. She had heard him the other times. She was creaming with anticipation. They had a very satisfying mutual climax when Zach finished.
Afterwards, they were both worked up and kissing passionately. They were saying sweet things about being married and their happy honeymoon night here and about knocking her up. Without pulling out, he started to take her again. She got more worked up the second time and couldn’t help whimpering some near the end. He shot a second load into her. It seemed as big as the first. They kissed some more, intertwined, the bed getting damp underneath them. They whispered together about Mars, and the children everyone would have.
Zach couldn’t help it, he started up in Colleen a third time without pulling out. She stopped him. In a whisper, she praised his boundless enthusiasm. Twice in a row had been a welcome surprise. But she was at her preferred limit for the middle of the night. She would not turn him away if he really had to have her again. She would prefer he bother one of the other wives and return to her later in the morning. Tomorrow night or even later in the week was fine, too. She didn’t want him to kill himself trying to please everybody. She had been thoroughly pleased, she insisted.
Biology being biology and pheromones being pheromones, Zach woke up at 6 AM hard as a rock and urgent yet again. Colby and Colleen had retreated off in their separate directions. He found himself cuddled close and straining against Anming. He kissed her ear gently, and she roused a bit and smiled when she saw it was him in the dim light. “I’m sorry I scared you last night,” he whispered.
Anming whispered back, “I’m sorry I was frightened from being touched lovingly by my own husband.” They kissed. She seemed like a different person, much calmer. She felt his cock pressing into her, and said with a brilliant smile, “How do you want me, husband?”
“On your hands and knees, please,” Zach whispered. Anming got on her hands and knees, and he lubed up his cock and pushed into her from behind. As he took her, she held her phone so that she could see his face using the camera like a mirror. He felt that she relaxed, got more excited, and started orgasming. Once she was growling and squeaking unrestrainedly, he lasted only ninety seconds before he strained and put his gift of warm seed satisfyingly into her. She whispered to him that she wished it were already two weeks later so that he would be getting her pregnant. She had heard that from behind like they’d done was good for fertilization, and he confirmed this.
The four of them slept until 7 AM. Zach woke up hard and urgent yet again and took Colby in a tumble of blankets against the right wall. Their lovemaking was intense and intimate. They whispered endearments to each other as they made love. He lasted longer. Maybe he was finally slowing down from his overnight rampage. She had several stellar orgasms like she’d had last night. She reminded him that in only three more days, she’d enter her fertile period of the month. They could start trying in earnest to have a baby.
At 8 AM, Zach woke up hard and urgent as before to find that all three women had gone. They had written him a note in beautiful longhand. It looked like Anming had written the note. It said, “Dear husband, we have gone forth to seize the day. We have left you in appropriate slumber considering your busy nocturnal schedule. We liked it, but we are not sure we can keep up this pace. It would be fine with us if you calmed down, at least until the 21st for Colby, the 22nd for Colleen, and the 29th for Anming. We’re hoping Berte and Aanya are already both with child. If you simply can’t calm down, you need look no farther! We will valiantly handle your libido no matter the consequences! This is not a challenge, merely an assurance. Love, #1 Colby, #2 Anming, and #3 Colleen, speaking also for #4 Berte and #5 Aanya.”
(To be continued)
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46: Sunday July 19, 0800 hours CST: Provocation
At 8 AM Zach woke up alone with an urgent erection and only a note left behind by his lovers. What a night! He’d been absolutely insatiable. Colby had been red hot. Yum! Anming, he had to find a better way to wake her up. Or just not do it. But things had seemed to right themselves in the morning. Things had been special with Colleen. Berte had done well. In retrospect, he should have bothered her rather than Anming. Aanya, he thought she’d been satisfied. There would be many special nights with the five of them, he was sure. Yet there could be only one first night for Trigonometry, and it had been last night.
Zach got a text from Aanya that read, “Bad news: test negative. Good news: Michaela has a surprise wedding present for me at sleep cycle. See you with Michaela at 6 PM. Please no more rape for now! Give me a day. I’ll just watch. Love love love xxx.”
Wow, it seemed as though Zach had beaten all these women to death. They could talk about it tonight. He texted Aanya back, “Even if you’re already pregnant like you feel, the test might not be positive until you’d normally have your period, so don’t fret about the negative result. See you at 6 PM! Love love love xxx.”
Zach somehow fit his raging boner into his scrubs. He left his quarters and proceeded antispinward towards Alexis and Charisse. They would be overjoyed to deal with his predicament. Although he was in a bit of a hurry, he happened to glance back over his shoulder. He noticed that the Latin graffiti, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here," had disappeared since the last time he had passed by. Good. Although he didn’t believe in omens, he did believe that words matter. He bet that Colleen did it or had it done. Its instructional value was over. Best leave the past in the past.
When Zach arrived at the quarters of his favorite unrepentant sluts, they were awake, naked, and had soft lighting. “Zach, you’re alive!” cried Alexis in amazement.
“Not just alive but erect!” Charisse thrilled. She yanked down Zach’s scrubs right there in the doorway and latched onto his straining member with her mouth. She gave it a good taste, her eyebrows raised, and unlatched. “He came to us dirty this time.”
“He never comes to us dirty! How exciting!” said Alexis. “Who is it?” Zach groaned inwardly. His raging boner had distracted him from washing, and now he was going to have to live it down.
“I don’t know,” said Charisse. “Nobody I’ve snacked on.”
“Double exciting!” said Alexis. She dragged Zach into their bedroom and cycled the hatch. “Well that rules out Colleen and Aanya.”
“Lalalalala!” cried Zach, plugging his ears. “Too much information!”
“Well, what does she taste like?” asked Alexis.
“Really clean and good and sweet,” Charisse smiled. “Definitely Lawful Good. Like oatmeal cookies.”
“Oh, that’s Colby,” said Alexis.
“For the love of God,” said Zach.
“Don’t worry, tiger,” Alexis was quick to assure him. “Your number one wife is an extremely hard target. She appears to only have eyes for you. It’s tragic.”
“How did you know, then?” asked Zach.
“Sometimes a girl can get a whiff of a girl,” said Alexis. “It was a completely innocent situation, at least on her part. I’m sure she didn’t even notice.”
Charisse leaned back on the bed and presented her wet vulva to Zach. “Do you love me?” she asked playfully.
Zach turned to face her, his cock straining in her direction. “You know I do,” he answered in all seriousness.
“Then show me,” Charisse dared him with a playful gleam in her eye. “Fuck me as hard as you love me.”
Zach fell on Charisse and choked her hard down against the bed. Her arms flailed in surprise. This was not the first time he had choked her in their lovemaking. But there was a different quality to this. His practice with Colette had made him able to be more ruthless than either of them reckoned. Both her carotid arteries were squeezed shut. He used his other hand to ram his penis firmly into her vagina. He grabbed her throat with both hands. Now her air supply was also cut. This was going to bruise. He fucked her so hard and with such energy he wasn’t getting much satisfaction out of it. Her eyelids fluttered. She was at the edge of consciousness. Her hips pumped weakly and her legs quivered in orgasm.
After Charisse was done cumming, Zach let up on her throat a bit. She gasped some air into her lungs and some blood hit her brain. He grabbed a handful of her short hair in one hand and painfully yanked her head to the side. Her hips pumped more strongly in another climax, and a “gk!” escaped her throat. Alexis leapt out of the way as they fell halfway off the bed and onto the floor, with him still fucking Charisse with all the speed and strength he could force out of his body. Alexis pulled out her phone. Charisse was wedged against the floor and the side of the bed. She squirmed in orgasm futilely like a pinned specimen, barely able to move in his grip.
Zach’s scrub pants tore in the crotch and down one leg as he loomed over Charisse. He slammed her head on the deck by the hair. He held her head against the deck with one deck slipper clad foot. He yanked her legs into a stress position and fucked straight down into her. She gave a piercing cry and shook in orgasm. She was enjoying it, so he was excited even though it was way too rough for him. His practice with Colette was helping him do this.
It had been several minutes of heavy exertion for Zach. Charisse was curled up and wedged against the side of the bed with him fucking straight down into her. He took his foot off her head and choked her with both hands. She shook and squirmed silently. The cum was boiling up in him. At the edge of consciousness, her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly as her eyes shut. He held her throat closed as he strained and ejaculated one hefty squirt into her. His work was thankfully done.
Zach pulled out, semen flying, and Alexis jumped out of the way. He lifted Charisse and put her down onto the bed. Her pulse was strong and her breathing was regular, but she was still unconscious. “Wave to our viewing audience, Zach,” said Alexis.
“Alexis, please don’t,” said Zach. “Please delete it.”
“She’s going to have two black eyes and major bruising on her neck from this,” said Alexis. “Everybody’s going to wonder why.”
“Let them wonder,” argued Zach.
“Party pooper,” said Alexis, deleting the video.
Charisse opened her eyes and said, “Ow.”
“Was it everything you’d hoped for?” chided Alexis.
“Serves me right,” said Charisse.
Zach checked to make sure that both of Charisse’s eyes were dilating properly. He flopped onto the bed, exhausted physically and emotionally. He’d somehow needed to call her bluff, violently. It had been wrong, and he knew it. It was like that first anal fuck with Colette. Things had gotten way out of hand. He’d wanted to mark Charisse, do anything he could think of short of permanent injury. He’d allowed his rage to rise up at how much of a joke his love was to her. All he’d done was likely fuel her fear of getting close to anyone. She had set him up in a lose-lose situation and he’d fallen for it. He lay there in a funk. It was the worst sex he’d ever had. Never again.
Charisse left for the head. Alexis rolled Zach over, got some oil, and started massaging him. She had picked up on how rotten he was feeling. “My, you were in a demonstrative mood.”
“I was an idiot,” said Zach.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” said Alexis. “The bitch asked for it, and she was cumming the whole time. She obviously loved every second of it. Well, not the unconsciousness probably, but the rest.”
“How did it come to this?” said Zach.
“Well,” began Alexis salaciously. She was clearly intending to veer his mind away from the subject at hand. “We were expecting multiple men to be chosen. If you were one, Colleen and Colby, since they were both sweet on you, had agreed to share you. That’s even if there were enough men to go around. Don’t let that swell your head, or God forbid, any other part of you. It was hypothetical. They both had second and third choices they were also creaming mightily for.”
During this explanation, Charisse had arrived back from the head. “Alexis!” she croaked and then coughed.
“Should I be knowing this?” asked Zach.
Alexis continued, “The rest of us had grudgingly agreed as long as some of our other top candidates were chosen. That’s why I leapt into action when it turned out to be just you. I didn’t want to risk Charisse and me not getting on high rotation, so to speak. As we came to know you, we realized we shouldn’t have worried. You can’t say no. Psh-hah-hah-hah-hah!” Both she and Charisse were laughing at this, Charisse more coughing than laughing. Her throat sounded painful.
“Yeah, you’re such an easy slut, Zach,” Charisse squeaked with hilarity, descending into another coughing fit.
“I’m sorry about your throat,” Zach said to Charisse.
“I’m not,” croaked Charisse wiping the tears of mirth out of her eyes.
“I’m not going to do this again,” said Zach.
“Drat!” said Alexis, “I was hoping to get you to do it to me. Skipping the double black eyes like raccoon girl here, though.” She flipped Zach over onto his back. She sucked his penis into a thrilled, erect state, despite his foul mood, and began riding him. When, after her first orgasm, he still looked sullen, she tapped him on the chin. “Hey you, buck up. It’s not you with the black eyes.”
“Don’t worry about your reputation, Zach, if you are,” said Charisse. “I plan to tell the truth. I injured myself in a stupid dare. It was my fault. I’m sorry I taunted you, you darling crazy man.”
“I’m sorry I took the bait,” said Zach.
“Now that all is forgiven, can you two shut up?” complained Alexis. “I’m trying to get the Earth to move for me here.” But all was not forgiven, somehow, for Zach. He and Charisse lay there holding hands while Alexis worked her orgasms out of her ride. He looked at Charisse. She was definitely getting two black eyes. She looked at him, examining him. He tried to relax about the whole thing.
An hour later, Charisse was snoring softly. Zach was tense and straining. Alexis milked one more orgasm out of him before he shot a respectable load up into her. “Mmm. Warm,” she said, settling on him and wiggling back and forth to feel every inch of him. “Now scoot,” she ordered him, “and don’t work too hard.”
After changing out his ripped scrub pants with a new pair, Zach told Colleen about Charisse’s visible injuries. He figured he ought to let her know as soon as possible. She was annoyed. Her response was, “Spectacular. Now I’m going to have to file a fucking form. NASA is going to have to put out a press release. It’s not like the press won’t notice Charisse’s black eyes when we land fucking day after fucking tomorrow! Why the fuck couldn’t you have beaten the crap out of her the day we got up here instead?”
“I’m not going to lie on the form,” Colleen continued. “I’m going to say that two of my idiot children decided to have some rough sex. One came out the worse for wear. I imagine the press release will say ‘minor hydroponics lab mishap’.” Zach promised it would never happen again.
Zach did an hour of work then. Today he was working on the air conditioning system. It did far more than filtering out dust and maintaining the air at a specific temperature and humidity. The atmosphere of the habitat ring was as the atmosphere would be in the dome on Mars. The pressure was 60% of air pressure at sea level. It was 50% Nitrogen and 50% Oxygen. This was the same amount of oxygen as at sea level. Nitrogen was important for the plants. Carbon dioxide levels were maintained at 500 parts per million. This was far below dangerous levels for humans and helped plants grow. After the air was dried and filtered, the rest of the carbon dioxide was scrubbed out of it. This carbon dioxide was hydrogenated into water and methane. The methane went to combine with the methane made by Waste Recycling to be turned into plastics and such. Water from this reaction, combined with water from Waste Recycling, was cracked to yield hydrogen and oxygen in gaseous form. The oxygen was used to replenish oxygen consumed by the crew. The hydrogen was used to hydrogenate the carbon dioxide. Finally, the re-oxygenated air was re-hydrated and cooled to a comfortable temperature. As in nature, the four elements of nature, carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen, were recycled and reused endlessly. The combined actions of the waste recycling and air conditioning plants were powered by energy from the fusion bottle.
Zach met Michaela when she got off shift at 10 AM. He told her about the incident with Charisse, which was still upsetting him. Her comment as they were walking to her quarters was, “Bitch deserved. Nobody come between Zachary and love, any fool would know this. Maybe now in her thick skull.”
“I wish somebody would yell at me for doing it,” said Zach. “I feel rotten.”
Michaela shut the hatch to her quarters. She pulled his hands up to circle her neck. “Now give me black eyes for love also.” She laughed when he told her to fuck off. Despite himself, her lightheartedness about the incident lifted his mood.
Zach’s lighter mood was a good thing. Michaela easily teased him to an erect state and got all the orgasms from him that her libido demanded. When she was done with him, she finished him and enjoyed his reliable hot wet gift deep in her. This made her moan and say something in Bulgarian. She stroked his hair and assured him that everything would be okay for ninety seconds. Then she kicked him out of her bed, told him to piss off, and turned towards the wall. This behavior was becoming a habit. He could see a method in her madness. It was a clear signal to him to not fall in love with her. His personality problem was that even getting kicked out of bed could become endearing to him.
Zach did another hour of work before letting himself into Colette’s quarters at noon. She was in there getting ready for bed, and was nude. She stopped when he came in, looked at him attentively with her mesmerizing bright green eyes, and asked, “Can we talk?”
Colette was an achingly gorgeous woman. “Get on your knees,” Zach ordered coldly. She dutifully got on her knees in front of him. Just thinking about one of her blowjobs was getting him hard. He hadn’t had one since the day before yesterday. Then, curiosity got the best of him. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Ever since our first time together, you’ve been aloof and distant towards me,” Colette said. “You’ve been trying to please my husband and me so much, you’ve obliterated yourself. I miss the man I met on that first night. The man that, sure, adhered carefully to the rules and instructions, but within that framework, was actually himself. I feel like I’m missing the chance to make friends with that man outside of these sexual matters, which is something I’d enjoy. I don’t need you to be a fake sadist or any kind of sadist.”
“I admit my approach to the rules and instructions, to you, has been clinical,” said Zach. “In my world, my normal world, friendship, love, and sex are all intertwined. There’s give and take in all of it. My heart has been hurting a bit, because I know that’s not what you want. I’m still not sure what you want. You’re asking for punishment and friendship? Excuse me for not enjoying inflicting pain on you.”
“You’re angry,” Colette said. “I’m not explaining this right. Why wouldn’t I want friendship, love, and sex with you all intertwined?”
“I don’t know what to say to you. You’re asking me why wouldn’t you want love? I feel like this conversation is too big for me,” Zach admitted. “I’m trying not to love you, because then you are me, and I’m hurting myself. That would be truly sick. But I’ve been failing ever since that first night. I realized I would never be satisfied with that tiny sliver of you. You wouldn’t tell me to stop and be satisfied. I don’t know how to be even friends with you in the conventional sense. Since that evening, I’ve been objectively serving your needs and X’s needs like a doctor serves a patient. You taught me that first night that bringing my heart into it would only hurt us both. I thought you didn’t want it anyway. I don’t think you want it now. I don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“When you whip me with the belt, it’s for my own good, like you would lance a boil,” explained Colette. “Let me put it this way. Are you by chance a Catholic, familiar with the concept of penance?”
“I’m a Unitarian when I’m anything, but I’m familiar with the general concept,” Zach replied.
Colette continued, “I enjoy what the rules and instructions force me to do on pain of whipping. It keeps my head and heart straight. Disobeying is a real sin that I will suffer until it is canceled with a whipping. Then I let go of it. Things are truly back to where they were, not some fake version of it. That’s why it requires real pain, real punishment, not a slap on the wrist. It’s like lancing a boil. Do you want me to suffer forever or give me a little pain and end my suffering now? Well, doctor?”
“It’s not just the belt,” said Zach. “It’s everything. It’s how I’m not supposed to care how you feel. I’m supposed to treat you like an object, right? I’m not supposed to care how a urinal feels.”
“It’s a metaphor,” said Colette. “You can be caring and merciless at the same time. You’re both caring and merciless during surgery, aren’t you?”
“I still don’t understand,” Zach said. “I’ve really fucked this whole thing up.”
Colette rolled her eyes. “You did not fuck up. You followed the rules. You acted as instructed. That is the very definition of not fucking up. This is why I’m having this conversation with you instead of X. I got a glimpse of all of you that first night. This is about my experience of our relationship. It’s not really about X, although he governs the physical part of our relationship. The rest is up to us.”
Colette continued, “About that first night. I’ve never gotten that turned on from just kissing a man. What made me cream my panties was that I could see you wrestling with yourself. You were trying to figure out how you were going to make this work for everybody. That is so you. You got so desperately horny while you were trying to stall for time that you had nasty thoughts! Then you realized that you could order me to do anything allowed by the rules and I would like it. I did like it Zach, to an extraordinary degree. It was so genuinely horny and impulsive of you. You were so responsive, I thought I must be performing fellatio on a virgin boy. I loved the effect I had on you. I felt like the very goddess of the erotic. It was so hot.”
“Why didn’t you say anything about this before?” Zach pleaded.
“We wanted to wait until you had a chance to grapple with the situation a little. X especially cautioned that you wouldn’t even understand what I was saying, and I think he was right. I have no experience with men of your kind, having never had any interest in them. Courting rituals are fake for any man, I would assert. He gets down on his knees in front of you with flowers. What he really wants to do is pin you down and put his semen into you. Everything else is fake, or at least not completely honest. Before this, I’ve only had positive sexual experiences with men who already knew this. They have cast off this pretense or were at least committed to the ideal of fully casting it off.”
“Okay,” said Zach. “I get your point that there’s pretense in romance. But love isn’t fake.”
“I’m not talking about love. I know love. I even appreciate how the best of you romantic men are, or whatever you’d call yourself. I appreciate how you are with other women. I’ve seen how much you genuinely enjoy the process of persuading them. I’ve seen how much they appear to enjoy the process as well, though they may be only tolerating it as far as I know. I appreciate the artistry behind it, but there’s too much pretense in that game for me. That doesn’t mean you have to not be who you genuinely are around me. It means exactly the opposite! You’re not committed to pretense anyway; I know this about you. You’re all about honesty, painfully so. Just drop the courting pretense with me. You can enjoy that dance with other women if you want to. It’s like some women don’t like anal sex. You’re a decent man who wouldn’t force anal sex on her. I don’t like the romantic dance. It’s that simple. Cut it out with me. I don’t like it.”
“I don’t know how to do what you’re asking,” Zach said.
“That’s a start!” Colette chuckled. “What do you really want from me?”
“I want you to be happy,” Zach said almost desperately. “And X.”
“I’m already happy, Zach,” Colette said, “Or rather, it’s not in your purview. Only I can make myself happy. Same goes with X. I give my corporeal self to X. I’m his slave. He in turn delegates certain body parts at certain times in certain ways to you. Even if I knew how, I wouldn’t give anybody else control of my happiness. You comprehend?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want anything else to do with me?”
“Now that I see it, I do want to know you and be friends with you.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Well, I am genuinely sexually attracted to you. I’ve been thinking about a blowjob, to be honest, because your blowjobs are out of this world. Maybe it was that first night for me, too. I’m addicted.”
“Don’t say “to be honest,” just be honest!” said Colette. “That’s the whole point; be honest. Uninhibited, from the bottom of your balls, tell me.”
“I’m very much looking forward to fulfilling on X’s instructions and cumming in your vagina today. I’ve arranged it with X to do it twice in a row if I don’t pull out.”
“That’s wonderful. You have been thinking of me, haven’t you?”
“Always.”
“Now you’re lying again.”
“Grant me some poetic license,” argued Zach. “You’re always part of my plans for my own future. So I can say honestly that I think of you as often as I think of myself.”
“That’s honest,” agreed Colette. “Don’t use absolutisms like ‘always’ and ‘never’ with me. They are always lies, so they are big turn-offs.”
“Good to know,” said Zach. “Are you done? Because there’s some X instructions to attend to.”
“Not quite,” said Colette. She went over to her dresser, got out a pair of panties, and stepped into them.
“DON’T FUCKING PUT ON THOSE PANTIES!” Zach shouted.
Colette pulled them up anyway and smiled at him.
Zach fought back. “Well, I know the rules. I hereby decree that for safety purposes, it’s currently okay for you to wear panties. After all, if you fall with no panties on, it’s much more probable you’ll scratch your cooch. So there.”
“My cooch?” said Colette. “But seriously, it doesn’t work, Zach. I’m required to follow any sexual command you give, and you just told me not to put these panties on.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” asked Zach.
“I’m doing this because I’m an arrogant bitch who has hurt your feelings. I’ve made you feel small and inadequate at least a little bit. You haven’t even gotten that I’ve hurt your feelings, have you? You’re out of touch with yourself. Of course you don’t know what to do with me. And here I am, hurting you again. Feel it yet?” she said. “Think of yourself as a surgeon, cutting out my misbehavior. As soon as you correct me, there will be nothing left of my misbehavior. By next week, there will be nothing left of the punishment either. I’m being such an arrogant bitch, the way I’m treating you right now. Can’t you feel it, you fucking saccharine people pleaser? Don’t you want to punish me?”
“What you’ve told me is useful. It’s technically not against the rules. I can see your point that it’s against the spirit of the rules. It’s not a sexy conversation,” said Zach. “I’ll think about it. We have time to talk about it. First, I have my instructions to attend to. Get your bullet vibe for me, please,” he ordered. When he was feeling uncertain as he did in this moment, he could always fall back on his identity as a physician. He knew how to do things to people’s bodies. Colette got the bullet vibe out of her bag and handed it to him. He put some lube on it from the bottle on the dresser. He ordered, “Spread your legs and your vaginal opening for me, please.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She pulled her inner labia apart with both hands. He gently inserted the bullet vibe into her, positioning it properly. He turned it on using his phone.
“Whip me now, I beg you, and get it over with before we talk further,” Colette said.
“Give me the belt,” said Zach. “Assume the position.” He gave her five loud but gentle lashes across the top of her behind. At the end of this, he could see the resigned disappointment in her face. She was trying to make this work for herself. “You’re disappointed in my lashes, I can tell,” he said. “It’s not against the letter of the rules, but it’s definitely against the spirit. Plus, it makes me angry, because those were perfectly good lashes for any normal, decent woman. I want you to thank me for each of these.” CRACK!
“Huh. Thank you.”
CRACK!
“Thank you.”
CRACK!
“T-Thank you.”
CRACK!
“Mnn. Thank you.”
CRACK!
“Oh fuck! Thank you.” Colette was weeping openly. Silent wet tears splashed on the deck. She stayed in the position. Zach told her she could get up. He gave her the belt.
For the next hour, Zach sat and talked with Colette, who remained standing. He told her about the incident with Charisse still at the top of his mind. Her opinion was that Charisse should get whipped across the cunt with the belt without delay. The woman needed correction. Colette handed him the belt. He handed it back to her and said he’d think about it. She also told him to deal with his own guilt over the incident by having Colleen give him five lashes with the belt. “Keep your balls out of the way,” she advised. He said he’d think about that also.
“It does bring up an interesting point,” said Colette. “You were willing to beat the crap out of Charisse to effectively demonstrate your love for her. Similarly, I beg you to demonstrate your love to me by making me obey. I’m not just talking about obeying when it’s easy to obey. I’m talking about making me obey when it’s difficult for me to obey. That’s how you demonstrate you love me.”
“That’s very illuminating,” said Zach. “Thank you.”
Colette returned Zach to the subject of everything he’d like to do with her sexually. He said he’d like to involve their other crewmates who’d be willing to be involved. Certainly the Breeding Bitches would be willing, and maybe others. He asked her about her sexual history. She had done everything he could think of.
Zach ordered Colette to nurse him and sing to him. During the nursing, she asked permission to orgasm. He’d forgotten that there was a vibrator on her g-spot bringing her into a state of constant excitement. The nursing relaxed him and made him feel better about everything while exciting her. The situation was good.
Zach thought of his preferred way for Colette to ask him to orgasm. It seemed a lot more natural to him and much less annoying than having to respond. He ordered her to tell him whenever she could orgasm. She could let him know any way she felt like it. It could be as simple as saying, “I can.” The context between them was adequate.
In that state, Zach could order Colette to climax by simply saying, “climax,” or “orgasm,” or “cum,” whatever seemed natural to him at the moment. This had the great benefit that he could order her to climax exactly as he was shooting his semen into her. This idea felt deeply sexy to him as well as having the practical benefit of increasing her chances of pregnancy.
After this conversation, Colette said, “I can.”
Zach told Colette, “Climax.” She grabbed him and grunted in satisfaction while her hips rocked with enjoyment. He was going to like this. This happened a few more times. It seemed that she was getting more excited by climaxing like this, not less.
Zach’s alarm rang signaling an hour since he had installed the bullet vibrator into Colette. Their sexual excitement had been stewing for an hour. He turned off the bullet vibrator and took it out. He had her clean it off with her mouth. He set up his phone to record a video of them having intercourse. He spread her on the bed and took her missionary style. He wet his index finger in his mouth and wiggled it into her anus. She frequently signaled she was able, and he stopped frequently and told her to do it. It was wonderful to be motionless inside her and feel her grunt, buck under him, and clip him as she orgasmed on command. It excited him pretty quickly. Within five minutes, he ordered her to climax while ejaculating into her. In the stillness, he felt her quiver and clip him as he pulsed and shot into her. It was exquisite. He stayed in her and started up again after a few minutes of resting. This time he lasted half an hour. He cried for a short time during his second time. He felt so close to her this time compared to any other time they’d been together. Many times, he stilled and ordered her to orgasm and felt her exciting movements and sounds under him and around him. He finally shot his second load into her.
Zach pulled out, patted a towel onto Colette, and sat up in bed. He stopped the video recording and sent it to X before he could think too hard about it. He was no porn star, nor did he aspire to be. He was, however, interested in doing right by both members of this couple. “You orgasmed a lot,” observed Zach. “I would have thought having your vulva whipped sore would make that difficult.”
“On the contrary, it helped me orgasm,” Colette said. “Every time I felt a twinge, I was reminded I was square with the world, complete, and was filled with joy. That joy led directly to me orgasming.”
“You are square with the world,” said Zach. “I’m glad you’re filled with joy. We’ll spend the hour beforehand together every time from now on.”
“Thank you, Zach,” Colette smiled. "Remember, you can ask me about anything."
(To be continued)
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47: Sunday July 19, 1400 hours CST: Insemination Station!
“Okay, let’s get started,” said Coleen. Zach looked around Control Room A from his vantage straddling one of the control chairs. It was full of women he was going to try to knock up this week. All except for Khushi, who was already knocked up. She was here to support Ayana. Colleen stood up and waved her arms. “Come on, people.” The rest of the women were sitting on the deck on little pillows thoughtfully supplied by Charisse. There was excitement buzzing in the room. The chatter died down.
Colleen continued, “We’re here to work out the logistics of the next week, since starting tomorrow this is the fertile week for half the crew.” There was some light applause. “Needless to say, we don’t want to kill Zach.”
This was followed by laughter and a chant of “KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!” It died down into laughter.
“What a way to die,” quipped Zach. More laughter.
“All right,” said Colleen. “Alexis, Colby and Colette drew even days. Ayana, Charisse, and myself drew odd days. The slots are morning, noon, and afternoon. This leaves evenings for Zach to hide.” More laughter. “But seriously, he has all of greater Houston to impregnate.” More laughter. “I’ll be here all week.”
“It makes sense for Colleen and I to take the morning slots, because we’re sleeping with him,” said Colby.
“But will you?” asked Alexis. “Zach likes to prowl.”
Colleen turned to Zach, “Can you hold it in after, let’s say 4 AM, until?”
“Frankly, I had an awfully hard time sleeping with the five of you last night,” said Zach. “I was waking up all the time.”
“We’re making another place with a bed in it out of the study next door,” said Colby. “He could go in there to sleep from 4 o’clock on. Then you or I could go get him. Same thing Earthside.”
“That will work at a minimum,” said Colleen. “Maybe we can figure out a way to cuddle him more, but that will work.”
“Why don’t you and I set an alarm for 4 and take him in there personally,” said Colby.
“Better,” said Colleen.
“Would you like that, baby?” asked Colby.
“Yes,” said Zach.
“Oh, the cute wives,” said Charisse.
“Now,” said Colleen. “What do you need, Ayana?”
“Why don’t you give us the afternoon slot,” said Ayana. “How about 6 PM at my place?”
“That works for me,” said Zach.
“Great! Thank you so much, Zach,” said Ayana. “I’m looking forward to it, truly.”
“My pleasure,” said Zach.
“Colette, any special needs?” asked Colleen.
“My husband and I need after work hours. 6 PM is fine for me as well. I don’t have a place Earthside,” said Colette.
“We can go to my place,” said Zach.
“Are you sure you want to offer your place, Zach?” asked Collen.
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Except tomorrow aboard ship,” said Colette. “Zach can find me outside duty hours, I guess.”
“How about 10 PM when you wake up?” asked Zach.
“That would be fine as long as it was fine with Trigonometry,” said Colette.
“We can make an exception for tomorrow,” said Colby. “The sperm must flow.” There was scattered laughter.
Alexis said, “Raccoon girl and I are fine with the noon slots. Except I’ll take 4 PM tomorrow.”
“I’ll raccoon girl you,” said Charisse.
“Promises, promises,” said Alexis.
“There’s no noon slot on re-entry day,” said Colleen. “That’s Charisse’s day.”
“I can do him at 10 PM if the wives will give him another hall pass,” said Charisse.
“That’s two nights in a row,” sighed Colby. “Not a problem.”
“So we’re agreed,” said Colleen. “Any other business to discuss? Oh right. The press conference on the 22nd at 2 PM.”
“No problem,” said Alexis. “It’s not going to take Zach two hours to knock me up. We can be showered and at the press building by 2 PM easily.”
“I wasn’t thinking of that,” said Colleen. “The brass will want at most one official girlfriend. Zero official girlfriends will probably draw suspicion.”
“I guess I’ll be it then,” said Colby.
“Could I be the official girlfriend?” Khushi ventured. Ayana immediately scowled. Khushi elaborated, “It would mean so much to my parents. In exchange, I can offer you pastries that are supposed to increase Zach’s sperm production, according to my mother.”
“Well, my parents don’t care,” said Colby. “Does anybody else care?” There was a chorus of no’s.
“What about the four who aren’t here?” asked Alexis. “Aanya’s parents think she’s a lost cause. Heh. Pretty funny because sex with Zach has turned her into a wild insatiable bitch in the sack who likes to be choked and slapped around.”
“TMI, Alexis,” said Colleen.
“Oh whoops,” said Alexis, not looking sorry. “Michaela, no. Berte, I don’t know. Could you text her Zach?”
“Sure,” said Zach. He texted Berte, “Do you mind if Khushi is my official public girlfriend? There can only be one, and apparently her parents care.”
Berte texted back after a moment, “No problem. I can tell my parents it’s a secret.”
“The communists still think Anming is carrying somebody else’s child,” said Alexis. “So no problem there.”
“Okay,” said Colleen. “You’re the official girlfriend, Khushi.” Another scowl from Ayana.
“This has the added benefit that you can announce I’m already pregnant,” said Khushi.
“That we could,” said Colleen. “I’ll let the publicity office know.”
Obviously, by the look on her face, this whole thing did not meet with Ayana’s approval. But, clearly, she didn’t want to mix it up with Khushi in such a public forum. She stewed and squished her face up in a most unflattering way. Everybody ignored her, not wanting to meddle in the couple’s affairs.
“Any other business?” Colleen asked. “Okay then, thank you, everybody.”
Ayana stalked off spinward. Khushi glided over to Zach with a lusty smile and twinkling eyes. “Zach, have you got those pastries handy? I hope I didn’t just lie to my crewmates.”
“I have them ready,” said Zach. “The fatted calf, that’s me.”
The women were dispersing, except for Colleen who was still working here. Khushi nearly touched faces with Zach and whispered, “Ayana is a little upset with me at the moment. Can you think of any place I can hide until I go on duty?”
“Colby and Anming fixed up their old quarters as a hideaway for me,” said Zach. “We could go there.”
Khushi’s big smile and flashing eyes caused Zach’s scrub pants to bulge slightly. Cautiously, they proceeded spinward, staying out of Ayana’s sight. She was probably walking to the quarters she shared with Khushi. His private place was just past Colleen’s quarters. They reached their destination quickly. Zach threw open the hatch.
At first it was dark inside. Then some mood music came up. It was a click track, and a nice girl was rapping about being horny, and then a guy started rapping, “I’m going to beat the puss up.” ( Dim lighting came up in the room around then, as Zach and Khushi were standing there listening to this increasingly questionable song. There was a king size bed with a pink comforter against the far wall. There was a bedside table with an array of lubes and sex toys on it. Then the lighted sign came on. It said, “INSEMINATION STATION!” in big letters with an arrow cycling down from it towards the bed. Khushi looked at him, gobsmacked. Zach doubled over with laughter.
“What is the meaning of this?” said Khushi. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“I’ve never been in here,” wheezed Zach. “This was a little joke for me from Anming and Colby. Ugh, where did they find that music.”
“Well, I suppose it is sweet that they went to all this trouble to play a prank on you,” commented Khushi. She and Zach quickly shut the music off and unplugged the “INSEMINATION STATION!” sign, which was truly garish and hypnotic. Zach wondered how they had built it. But of course, Colby was an engineer, and Anming was the smartest person who’d ever lived. Nice to see they were keeping busy in their spare time.
“Well, my erection’s gone,” Zach chuckled. Khushi swung the hatch shut after them and smiled at him in a somewhat predatory way in the dim light. She pushed him down onto the floor and jumped up onto the bed to dance for him. She always had some nice Indian dance music ready to go on her phone. She turned it on and danced very jubilantly for him this time. ( As she shimmied out of her clothes while dancing for him, her glorious D breasts swung out. Their nipples traced magical zig-zags in the air of the room.
The music stopped. She ended the dance by throwing herself onto the bed with a tinkle of laughter. “Can I nurse?” Zach asked. His mouth was watering.
“You missed your special ones, didn’t you?” Khushi said. She put a nipple in his mouth. Zach latched on. They lay comfortably side by side while he continued to suckle. “Soon they’ll be full of milk for our baby. I’m sure there will always be some left for you.”
“Mmm,” said Zach, and closed his eyes. He spent about fifteen minutes on each teat. Khushi stroked his hair and sang Hindi lullabies to him. He was fully relaxed. She undressed him lovingly and undressed the rest of the way herself. She spread massage oil from the bedside table on him. She massaged his back, shoulders, arms, legs, feet, and scalp. She flipped him over and massaged his front, ending up at his penis. She stroked it to a straining hardness and climbed on. She was very responsive on him, orgasming a few strokes into her ride and not hardly stopping for an hour. He liked to think that she missed him in particular. If this was her being thirsty for men in general, though, he felt honored to represent his gender. He loved to feel the excitement and climaxes coursing through her loins as she expertly took her pleasure atop him. She was sweaty with the effort of her continuous excitement. A virtuoso, she teased his final pleasure out of him. As he violently strained and shot up into her, she muttered something that sounded profound in Hindi. She collapsed in a sweaty pile of sated female beside him on the bed. “What did you say?” he asked.
“It’s embarrassing how good you make me feel. How much I surrender to you when I feel your stiff cock impale me and touch my soul. I can’t live without you, Zach,” Khushi said quietly, half sleeping.
“I’ll always be here for you whenever you want me and whatever you need from me,” Zach said. It was heaven to doze together in each other’s arms. His alarm rang for his appointment with Charisse and Alexis at 4 PM. He had just enough time to shower and meet them. He reluctantly left a naked Khushi still dozing peacefully in the big cozy pink bed.
Zach and Charisse were laying nude side by side on the bed. Alexis was sitting nude against the wall. “It’s a kind of punishment,” Zach said, “to look at your black eyes while we’re making love. I can’t seem to forgive myself. So I’m going to have Colleen whip me.”
“You can’t be serious,” said Charisse. “What would that accomplish?”
“You could call it an experiment,” said Zach. “Colette’s trying to settle my nerves about whipping her.”
“You whip her?” said Charisse with a look of disgust.
“Not all the time,” said Zach. “She’s not into pain. It’s for when she breaks the rules. The whipping is a tangible way of expunging her guilt or regret, or that’s how I understood her. I want to try it. I have to get rid of this ugly feeling in me somehow.”
Zach continued, “For the first time in my life, I feel like I need a whipping. The fact of the matter is, I didn’t choke you or bang your head on the floor out of love or even passion. I did it out of frustration, and the anger that rose in me from it. I did it out of outrage. Perhaps it started from a passionate place of wanting to demonstrate something. But all I ended up showing you was the worst side of myself. I’m not committed to that. I need to pay for that.”
“Well,” said Charisse. “You should know I forgive you. A foot rub would help.”
Zach sat up and started rubbing her feet. “Colette also said you should get a whipping for your part in the matter. Actually, she mentioned that first.”
“I agree,” said Alexis. “You say you don’t want Zach to get hurt, and yet you tormented him very expertly, going right for his weakest spot that you knew was there. He was vulnerable and you exploited him. You gave yourself those black eyes as surely as if you’d bashed your own head on the floor. And now Zach has lost confidence in his goodness. The crew’s confidence in Zach’s goodness is shaken. Soon the world’s confidence in Zach will be shaken, and the world will not be kind. If you ask me, whipping’s too good for you.”
“Harsh!” said Charisse. “I know the black eyes were wrong. Yes, they’re my fault. And now I’m suffering the actual black eyes, let’s not forget. I’ve already taken responsibility. I’ll make this right, you’ll see.”
“Making this right is the minor thing,” said Alexis. “Your manipulation of Zach came from a truly dark place inside you. I fear we haven’t seen the last of it. It was some kind of bitterness that you think you could never have a man love you forever and ever. Then, to reinforce your bitter story, you push away and discredit the one man I’ve ever met that you might be able to build a long happy life with. Or, fear, or something. I mean, you’re this close! He already loves you.”
“Alexis, the armchair psychologist,” said Charisse. “All right, now I feel rotten about myself.” She stood up from the bed and grabbed her ankles with both hands. “Do your worst.”
“I’m not going to do any such thing,” said Zach.
“Quite right,” said Alexis. “You’ve done enough damage with the black eyes and the neck bruises, Zach. Don’t think you’re blameless. Whipping’s too good for you, too. It’s just that you’re exactly the wrong messenger for this lesson.” She took Zach’s cloth belt out of his scrub pants. “This will do. Now Charisse, do you realize that you desperately want a life partnership with a man?”
“Consciously,” said Charisse, “Sure. Yes. For my kid. And yes, for me. Yes, a lot. I’ve never thought it was possible. I stopped wanting what I couldn’t have.”
“Do you realize that this man loves you, and you could have a lifetime relationship with him, a steady one, where you’re not constantly seeking out the flavor of the day?”
“I suppose,” said Charisse.
CRACK!
“OW! FUCKING FUCK!” cried Charisse. “I fucking get it, okay?” Alexis had given her a painful pink stripe right across the vulva with his belt. Zach threw up into his mouth a little. He looked away and drank some water off the bedside. He stayed turned away.
“How many did Colette say, Zach?” asked Alexis.
“It’s always five,” Zach croaked.
“Okay,” said Alexis, “What do you want, Charisse?”
“A lifetime relationship?” ventured Charisse.
CRACK!
“JESUS FUCK! What now?!” cried Charisse.
“That was exactly correct,” said Alexis. “I just want you to remember what you said yourself. Who loves you, girl?”
“Oh Christ. Zach does, but maybe not-”
“Stop it right there,” said Alexis. “How would you know if Zach loves you, Charisse?”
“Do you still love me, Zach?” Charisse asked Zach, with embarrassment.
“I do,” said Zach, focusing singularly on the corner of the room opposite her. “That’s why it makes me sick for you to be hurt like this.”
“Who loves you?” Alexis asked her again.
“Zachary.”
CRACK!
“Fuck you!” cried Charisse.
“You said it yourself. I’m just the messenger. Apparently you need a messenger for your own thoughts,” said Alexis. “What do you want?”
“A lifetime relationship.”
CRACK!
“It hurts!” cried Charisse. “You’re tearing out my cunt!”
“Serves you right,” said Alexis. “Who loves you, Charisse?”
“Zach!”
CRACK!
“AAAaahuhuhuh!” cried Charisse. She fell to her knees. Zach forced himself to look and saw several angry pink stripes across Charisse’s backside, all of them right across her vulva. It was an angry color.
“Anytime you ever pull any shit like that again, you’re grabbing your ankles again, understand?”
“Yes,” groaned Charisse from all fours.
Zach found it hard to concentrate during the hour of work he did following this incident. He was sick at heart at Charisse’s further hurt. He couldn’t have done it himself. Not in a million years. At the same time, he saw the wisdom in what Alexis had done. No corporal punishments for kids, though. It was for adults only, adults with painful regrets.
When Zach arrived at Aanya and Michaela’s place at 6 PM, a sweaty Aanya was shrieking at the top of her lungs. He closed and cycled the hatch quickly. In the half light, he could see they had pushed three beds together into one large bed. A sweaty Aanya was on her knees in the middle of the bed sandwiched between a sweaty Michaela in the front and a sweaty Berte in the back. Both were pumping their hips up into Aanya. Now he saw they were both wearing strap-ons. They paused as he came into the room. Aanya practically fell over, but Berte and Michaela kept her propped up between them.
“There you are, Zachary,” puffed Michaela. “Just in time. Is hard to keep up with young Berte, and Aanya deserves best wedding present, we all do. Please take over.” Michaela flexed her hips down and withdrew a long thick dildo from Aanya’s vagina. “Both based on your measurements,” she said, indicating the dildo.
Zach threw off his clothes quickly, but was not ready to go. Michaela took him into her mouth. Berte started pumping into Aanya’s ass again. She pulled out her vibrator Jill and teased Aanya’s vulva with it. “We’re the British invaders! I’m raping Aanya’s dirty Godless bottom with my big dick, Zach,” Berte growled. “I can smell her dirty raped smell.”
With that, Aanya moaned, “Oh no, Mr. redcoat sir! You’ll break my virgin peasant asshole!” She shuddered and bucked her hips riding between Jill in the front and Berte’s tireless thrusts in the back.
Michaela explained, “Berte will be sleeping with us the first half of her night. Probably also on real mission. By then all of us fat cows and big baby bellies! Fat cow!” she said, spanking Berte’s bottom. “Big belly!” she said, spanking Aanya’s leg. Then she went back to sucking Zach.
“I’m a proper British soldier!” argued Berte.
Aanya shuddered and moaned in orgasm again. The young, big breasted blonde was clearly driving these two older women wild with her nubile body. Although both Michaela and Aanya were at least a decade her senior, all three looked pretty darn mouth-watering to Zach. He looked down at the red-headed firecracker as she choked down his hardening dick. She sneered at it and choked herself on it again, spit flying. Berte looked like a fierce dominant boy with her flashing teeth, sweat flying. She was working hard to please her delicate almond-skinned, almond-eyed lover. He got a full frontal view of the delicate Aanya, quivering and incoherent with passion. Her body throbbed and danced in orgasmic response to Berte’s fierce ass-fucking and vulva-toying.
“Hmm,” said Michaela, drawing his attention. She cuddled his wet, throbbing hard dick against her face.
Zach laid hold of his dick and slapped her face with it. “Thanks, you magnificent slut.” Berte moved Jill out of the way as he approached. Aanya was sloppy with lube and wet with her own juices down there, so he thrust and pushed all the way up into her as violently as leverage would allow. He felt her stretched tunnel throb, buried to the hilt in her. She screeched then, and vibrated in orgasm, crushed between Berte’s hard thrusting body and his solid stillness.
Zach and Berte got a rhythm together and thrust up into her violently in unison. Berte grabbed Aanya’s hair and pulled it harshly back towards her. Zach rammed his tongue into her mouth and mashed her round bubble tits in his hands. He and Berte continued to ram Aanya in unison. Aanya screeched out another orgasm. Berte growled into her ear, “We own every inch of you, strumpet, trollop! After us comes the rest of the battalion, two and three at at time, so get ready for a busy and sleepless week! Ha! Mine is an evil laugh!” This was some next level stuff, thought Zach. Michaela stood over them and forced her strap-on down Aanya’s choking throat. Aanya was quiet now, but quivered and splashed either pee or grool onto his balls.
Berte was exhausted from her violent butt fucking activity. She tapped out in favor of Michaela while Zach continued to hold Aanya up tightly and fuck into her. He paused for Michaela to thrust her strap-on up into Aanya’s tortured anus. They proceeded at a more sedate rhythm than with Berte. Berte thrust her strap-on, a bit dirty from Aanya’s rectum, down Aanya’s gagging throat. Zach saw Aanya’s nose wrinkle in disgust and her body quiver with humiliation as the smell and taste of her own shit fully hit her. Berte forced Aanya to clean her strap-on of every droplet of ass juice and speck of offal. Then, with a smile of satisfaction and glistening with sweat, Berte collapsed on the bed in complete exhaustion.
Michaela knew Zach was getting close. She growled in Aanya’s ear, “Now open your legs, you brown Godless heathen, for a proper Christian British child! If you please the battalion well, we may leave you alive to bear it!” Aanya weakly tried to open her legs a little more and climaxed with a hoarse moan and a shiver. Elaborate fantasy, this.
Zach was at his limit. He’d play along. “ARRRRRR! Take my Christian seed, brown trollop!” Aanya whimpered and orgasmed again as his warm semen bathed her insides and splashed a bit onto the bed. There was already a massive wet spot.
As the four relaxed together, panting, Zach asked, “What brought on this elaborate fantasy?”
“I’ve been researching different ways of being raped,” said Aanya. “When I found this one, I touched myself. There’s a story in my village history museum of the most beautiful girl in town. When the British invaded India, they came through our town and stayed for a week to rape this one girl, up to 50 men a day. The other girls in the village suffered as well. After all, only one at a time raped her. She survived and had a baby boy nine months later.”
“But three of us raped you this time,” Berte gurgled.
“Yes, what a wonderful amazing rape,” Aanya sighed. “I thought many moments I would die of pleasure.”
“What are the plastic collars for?” Zach asked. He had noticed that both Aanya and Berte were wearing rigid collars or chokers made of plastic. Aanya’s was decorated with pictures of beautiful winding vines. Berte’s collar was decorated with beautiful purple, red, and green streaks.
“This is another present from Michaela to all of Trigonometry. They are chokers that say we all belong to you Zach, but also to the things we love. Mine is decorated with green plants, my passion. Berte’s is decorated with, what is it again?”
“It’s a fusion bottle turbulence diagram,” said Berte, running a finger across it.
It was Berte’s turn to be raped next. The theme was apparently wartime rape. Berte was an innocent Fraulein raped by Russian invaders at the end of World War II. While the women had her back and front with strap-ons, Zach forced his dick down her throat until she was dizzy and ejaculated all over her face. It dribbled down onto her bouncing breasts as the two fit women continued to hammer the mewing Berte. Very spicy. Not so much talk or playacting this time.
Michaela described her wartime rape scenario as, “Bulgarian women raped by everybody. Let’s say village attacked from North by Germany and South by India and meet in the middle to rape.”
“I don’t think India ever invaded Bulgaria,” said Aanya.
“Close enough,” replied Michaela. This time, Zach fucked Michaela in her tight twisty snatch while Berte and Aanya mock-fought over Michaela’s ass and mouth and who was whose rape victim, switching back and forth. Zach lay down and made victim Michaela move on top of him on pain of ass spanking. “I have actual foursome like this once,” said Michaela. “This is more fun, being just kidding.”
Zach left the three exhausted women to sleep. He dragged himself to the shower in Head B1 across Galley B from Michaela and Aanya. Now it was Berte’s place, too, at least at night. He felt a lot more refreshed and awake after his shower. He finished his workday, which thankfully merely involved poking around sedately in Air Conditioning A.
After his work, Zach found Colleen in her study filling out some forms on her workstation. “I want you to give me five really good lashes with this, for all the trouble I caused us with the black eyes.” He handed her the leather belt he’d borrowed from Colette. “Charisse already got her five.”
“So I heard,” said Colleen. “I’ll do it. This is all very eighteenth century. Alexis sent me a video of how hard to do it and where. All right. Assume the position.”
Zach bent over and grabbed his ankles. He made sure that his testicles were well out of the line of fire. Even so, the lashes hurt like bejeezus. It was the greatest non-accidental pain he had ever felt. Even though his testicles had been out of the way, he still felt the sick feeling of them being nearby. It was an altogether unpleasant experience. Afterwards, he felt absolutely no interest in taking up the taunt of a woman ever again. If a woman ever taunted him in the future, he would walk away, and fast. Even if he could never count for certain on holding his temper, he could always control his location.
After this, he returned the belt to Colette. “Well, are you absolved?” she asked.
“I think so,” Zach said. “I’ve paid dearly in kind for my crime.” After that, he limped back to the Insemination Station. Khushi was gone, on duty by now. He lay down on his tummy and caught up on medical journals until it was time to go to bed.
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48: Sunday July 19, 2200 hours CST: The Binomial Theorem
Aanya opened the box. “Here are your necklaces from Michaela, my fellow wife sisters.” Colby’s had Maxwell’s equations on it. They were in big bold white symbols in vector calculus form on a black background. Anming’s was the most striking. It was so black it looked like there was a gap between her neck and the rest of her body. Aanya said it was supposed to signify Anming’s work on dark matter and dark energy. Colleen’s circlet was a blue sky with fluffy clouds that signified her love of flying.
“I want to talk to you all about my restlessness last night,” said Zach. “You all smell so good, and collectively you smell even better. I think that’s why I wake up erect and actually so urgent I’m almost ready to orgasm several times a night.” He looked around at the five women. They were all dressed in fluffy white bathrobes and nothing else tonight. Mmm. Yum.
“Let’s put some menthol on your nose,” said Colleen. “You need a good night’s sleep, and I think I speak for everyone when I say we could use the good night’s sleep as well.”
“I second that,” said Colby. The others were quiet. Zach expected that Anming was with them in spirit but didn’t want to say anything she considered to be a complaint. He expected Aanya and Berte didn’t mind being awakened. Sex was still new and thoroughly wonderful to them both. They wanted as much as they could get.
“We could dress in pajamas,” said Aanya, being helpful.
Anming spoke up, “We share a bed with our husband to fully accept him as husband. We should not then reject him by being clothed, as if he was the handyman visiting. It would be disgraceful.” The other women didn’t say anything. Colleen smirked but remained silent.
“You like looking at our pussies, don’t you?” Colby joked.
Anming blushed. “Certainly not, but it’s a necessary evil.”
“I like looking at all your pussies,” interjected Zach.
“Then it’s settled,” said Anming. She untied the belt of her robe and let it slip off her shoulders, baring her perky breasts and tribble muff. She stood up on her knees on the bed to better display herself to Zach. Berte followed suit. Her generous bosom and neatly trimmed blonde muff was the next attraction. Zach’s heart rate accelerated. Colby’s lean breasts and delightful smoothness with just a hint of slot were next. Aanya, smooth and more of a tan almond, so delicate. Finally, Colleen, blonde, juicy, she turned to him with a sassy look. She knew they were driving him out of his mind in this moment. She glanced down and smirked at his growing bulge.
Zach felt it was appropriate for him to say something. “You should all be so proud of your beautiful bodies. I have the most beautiful wives in the world. I’m so lucky.”
They’d heard him, but he really wasn’t part of their conversation. Colby continued, “Having the option of certain kinds of privacy is a good thing.” Zach could barely make out what she was saying, the wiggle of her chocolate ass as she spoke was so distracting. “That’s why we’ve converted one of the studies into a separate bedchamber. If you’re feeling amorous towards Zach but feeling shy about doing a hardcore scene in front of the rest of us, you can just drag Zach over there whenever you wish and have at him. In fact, I’m going to do that right now.” There were hoots and kissy noises from the other women in response to this. Their robes rustled as everybody donned them again. The moment had passed.
Zach let Colby tug him by the hand into the private bedroom. She sat down on the bed with him and said, “We’ve been so busy boinking like bunnies ever since we got together that I haven’t hardly gotten a chance to just talk with you. I want to be a real girlfriend to you.”
“You are a real girlfriend to me, sweetie,” Zach replied. “What would you like to talk about?”
“How was your day?” asked Colby.
“It was great, wonderful,” said Zach. “Parts of it were hard.”
“What was the hardest part?”
“Getting whipped by Colleen-”
“WHAT?! WHAT?!”
“Calm down.”
“Strip, mister,” Colby ordered. Zach dutifully stood up and removed his scrub shirt and pants. The red welts on his ass looked angrier than he remembered. There was a bit of a scab along the top of one of them where Colleen had caught him with the edge of the belt by accident. She ran her finger lightly along the wounds. Even that stung a bit. “I will kill a bitch,” she growled.
“Hang on,” Zach said. “It was my idea. Actually it was Colette’s idea.”
“I will kill TWO bitches!” cried Colby.
“Hold your horses,” said Zach. “I deserved it. I asked for it.”
Colby held him around the waist and looked up into his eyes. “Honey, this kind of thing is wrong under any circumstances,” Colby said to him as if he was an abused child.
“Look,” said Zach, slowly dressing. “I need to break the fourth wall here and tell you the whole story. Then I hope you’ll understand.” Colby crossed her arms and fumed silently, watching him. “You know I love you and Anming equally, right? You trust that I can love more than one woman fully and deeply?”
“Anming and I wouldn’t have invited the others if I hadn’t thought that,” Colby said. “We don’t need to talk about that. I know you probably can’t even perform unless you care deeply for a woman, darling. I know you must have feelings for all of us. My Zachy is such a lovey-dovey cuddly little bunny.” She pinched one of his cheeks. “Now you just lay down on your tummy, that’s good, and I’ll lay down here. You can tell me anything you want.”
“Okay, then,” Zach said. “Here’s what happened. You saw the video. You know that sometimes Charisse likes her sex very rough.”
“Yes,” said Colby.
Zach continued, “Charisse keeps trying to warn me that I shouldn’t love her, and this kind of thing. So this morning, she asked me to make love to her as hard as I loved her, or something to that effect.”
“So that’s where the black eyes are from,” said Colby. “Bitch deserved it, saying something evil like that.”
“At first, I was just trying to do it extra vigorously, like she asked,” said Zach. “But then I realized she had kind of trapped me, and I got angry.”
“What do you know,” said Colby. “You are a real boy.”
“That my anger was somewhat justified doesn’t excuse it,” said Zach. “I felt awful afterwards.”
“Did she cum?” asked Colby.
“What,” Zach complained, “are you suddenly Alexis?”
“I’m your wife. I deserve the whole story. Did you make her cum?”
“Yes. Satisfied?” said Zach.
“I bet that disgusting slut came multiple times while you were beating her black and blue, didn’t she?” asked Colby.
“She’s not a disgusting slut,” said Zach. “She likes some things you don’t, is all. And she doesn’t like being injured any more than you or I do.”
“Well, she hurt my Zach,” said Colby protectively.
“Stand down, mama bear,” said Zach. “As I said, I felt awful afterwards.”
“She provoked you, traumatized you,” said Colby.
“Can I tell this?” asked Zach. Colby sat and folded her arms. “I couldn’t shake the feeling. I talked to Colette about it. She suggested it, just as an idea.”
“If somebody suggested you jump off a cliff, would you do that, too?”
“Please, Colby,” said Zach. “I think it helped.”
“Where’s that belt?” Colby asked. “Gonna go whip that bitch Charisse raw.”
“Already done,” said Zach. “Alexis did it. Actually, Colette suggested it first, before we talked about me.”
“Well,” said Colby, “Good then.”
“I’m glad your sense of justice is assuaged,” said Zach. “Don’t blame Colleen. I asked her to whip me, on behalf of the mission, because of the fallout the black eyes will cause, and she generously agreed.”
“I’m going to have some words, anyway,” said Colby.
“You be civilized,” demanded Zach as Colby dragged him back to the main chamber. “I asked her,” he reminded her.
Colby confronted Colleen, “You whipped my boy.” Anming, Aanya, and Berte looked shocked.
“I did,” said Colleen. “I should have talked to you.”
Colby’s voice was cold. “In the future, when my boy needs whipping, I will do the whipping, are we clear?”
“Crystal clear, ma’am,” said Colleen deferentially, looking squarely at her. “I’m very sorry.”
“Now I’m going to take a walk,” said Colby, and stormed out.
“She’s not going to go kill Charisse or anything, is she?” Colleen asked Zach.
“No, she knows it’s been squared,” said Zach. “Wow, she got really activated.”
“She’s fiercely loving and protective of you, Zach,” said Colleen. “Even though she knows justice has been done, she was traumatized seeing your wounds.”
Anming flinched at this comment, and grabbed Berte who happened to be sitting next to her. Berte grabbed her in return. Anming said with trepidation, “We must see them.”
Zach pulled down his scrub pants and mooned the assembled women. Berte and Aanya instantly grew pale and sick-looking. “They’ll heal,” said Anming matter-of-factly. “So justice has been done, Zach? You believe this?”
“Yes,” said Zach. “To make a long story short, I was partly responsible for Charisse’s black eyes. I dishonored all of us. I had to pay in order to feel okay about myself. It was basically my idea.”
“In the future, can we try to resolve any matters of guilt without violence?” said Anming. “I think it sets a bad precedent for our life and our self-governance on Mars.”
“That’s a very sensible and wise remark,” said Colleen. “In the future, we’ll consult with Anming, the foremost survivor of violence among us. Violence should always be a last resort. I’ll put this in the bulletin as a rule.”
Anming jumped up and dragged Zach off to the private room next. He wrestled his pants back up on the way. He guessed they were doing it in wife order? When she got into privacy, she became teary. “I’m so sorry for last night, my husband,” Anming begged. “I was fearful and rejected you in front of everybody. I dishonored you again and again though you showed me only love and patience. Please believe that this ugly unworthy carcass is trying to be a worthy, obedient wife to you. Please forgive me.”
Zach didn’t like playing into her self-deprecation. Perhaps it was best for now to just listen and be accepting. Arguing with her about it didn’t seem to be working anyway. He said, “I forgive you, honey. I love you, honey.”
“I’m not a cripple,” Anming insisted. “I can please you any way you wish.” She lay on her back on the bed with her head over the side and opened her mouth wide. She shut it again like he wasn’t getting the picture. “Please enjoy my unworthy complaining throat like a man does.” She went back to opening wide.
Zach didn’t buy that she wasn’t setting herself up for another traumatic failure. “Have you been practicing?” he asked.
Anming shut her mouth and looked confused. “How would I practice? There are no other men up here.”
Zach weighed whether he should mention a dildo, because he worried that Anming would take it as an instruction and torture herself. Then he had a better idea. “Why don’t you let Michaela teach you? It seems as if she had Aanya trained up in a matter of a few days.”
“As you wish, my husband,” Anming said, sitting up on the bed. “I will consult Michaela. I will also ask her about hmm… As a present to you my husband, as soon as I am completely healed, I will hmm…” She gritted her teeth. A tear streaked from one eye. “You will use my ugly bottom hole for pleasure whenever you wish,” she choked out.
Zach sat up beside her. “Honey that’s very generous,” Zach said. He didn’t want to reject her, and yet. “Please don’t torture yourself,” he begged.
It seemed Anming was resolved. “I’ve considered it. I want to have the man I love fully reclaim my body.”
“I want you to reclaim your own body,” said Zach.
“Then help me,” Anming begged.
“I’m right here,” said Zach, holding her. “I’m not going anywhere. Didn’t you say you’d never had… um… back there before the incident?”
“Yes?” Anming asked, as in, what was his point. “I’m not a cripple. I will offer you everything, just like my sisters. I’m not a cripple.”
There was a lot of stuff going on here, Anming’s self-worth and competitiveness to name a few. He held her at arm’s length and looked her in the eyes. “Go see Michaela,” Zach said. “Then we’ll see.” Michaela will straighten it out, Zach hoped.
Zach tried to change the subject. “Don’t shave your muff,” said Zach. “I love it the way it is.”
“You mean my genital hairs?” Anming looked confused. “As you wish, my husband.”
She continued to look at him expectantly. Zach’s best guess was that she was hoping to gain some comfort and reassurance from pleasing him sexually. He stood up in front of her. “Open your robe,” he ordered. She untied the belt and held her robe open in the front, then looked up at him expectantly. “Spread your legs,” he said. She complied, looking shyly off to the side, her breath quickening. She was no doubt expecting him to go ahead and stick in his cock, dry and all. That’s what she was used to. He fell to his knees, buried his nose in her tribble muff, and took a big whiff of her unmistakable rich, mild scent. She must have just showered. Oh well.
Anming closed her bathrobe on Zach’s head. “Please don’t, it’s dirty,” she muttered. He opened her lips with his fingers and started gently teasing her vulva. “Ohhhh...” Her hips responded. The whole exercise of offering everything to him must have excited and terrified her at the same time. It made sense. The thought of pleasing him sexually excited her.
He remembered to be appreciative. “You smell and taste so good honey,” said Zach.
“No, I stink of menses,” grumbled Anming.
“Your period is over,” said Zach. “I don’t smell or taste any trace of it. Just your beautiful scent that I love. You heard me in there. It wakes me up every hour. It drives me wild. And your vulva is so pretty,” he said, touching it gently with one finger. “How your lips get darker and darker and then pink on the inside. Your pretty little clit and hood here,” he stroked it gently with a finger.
Anming sighed, partly in pleasure, partly in resignation. “Western men are so perverse. They want to grovel in front of a woman and rub their face in all her disgusting places instead of getting on with it as nature intends.”
“Not all Western men,” said Zach. “You need to try more.”
Anming clapped her legs together with an audible clap. Luckily, Zach’s face was out of the way. “Please don’t, my husband. Don’t even think it.”
“I was only joking,” said Zach. He meant to be teasing her, but he’d frightened her. “Really, I was only joking.” Anming relaxed her legs from squeezing them together and looked at him. Zach said, “Perhaps I am perverse compared to men you’ve known, but I like my women excited, if that’s all right with you. Have you noticed that when I ejaculate you are either having an orgasm or have just had an orgasm?”
“Honestly husband,” said Anming, “I just come to my senses and everything’s wet.”
“Well, I’m telling you, that’s how it happens,” said Zach. He decided that perhaps getting specific with her would get her to stop resisting foreplay like it was ritual sacrifice or something. “Okay, here’s how it’s going to work. You’re going to lie back and relax. I’m going to lick your vulva. You’re going to have an orgasm. One orgasm, then I’ll stop. Then I’m going to get some lube. I’m going to spread it on your vulva and a bit into your vagina. Then I’m going to finger you. You’re going to have an orgasm. Just one more orgasm, and I’ll stop. Then I’m going to spread lube on my penis and have intercourse with you until I have an orgasm. Then we’ll be done unless you look restless.”
Anming glared at him, nodded once, and opened her legs. “Lie back,” Zach reminded her. She lay back. He started licking and kissing her neither lips again. He hadn’t gotten to do much of this, because he’d barely had a taste their first night together, then she’d gotten her period. She squirmed. He lifted up her legs and put her heels on his shoulders, which opened and spread her very fully for his tongue. His face was so big and her vulva was so small that it was logistically difficult to get both his fingers and his lips on her vulva. He wet his index finger and pressed it gently onto her anus. He expected a complaint from her but he could see she was already thrilling and lost in sensation.
Zach got curious and stopped to ask, “You’re very excited this evening, my wife. What has you so excited?”
“The thought of being with you again, my husband,” Anming said.
“You mean, waking up all wet, as you said?” Zach asked.
“You ask such disgusting, perverted questions,” Anming complained.
“Answer my question, my wife. Please. Humor me,” Zach asked.
Anming had a thoughtful look like the question had never occurred to her. “The look on your face,” she said simply.
“What kind of look?” Zach asked.
“All kinds. Sometimes you look happy and pleased. Sometimes you look angry, but I know you aren’t. You just don’t know you’re making that look,” said Anming. “When you look at me, I feel beautiful.”
“Thank you,” said Zach. “When I look at you I’m always thinking you’re beautiful.”
“Are you ready?” Anming asked hopefully. “Do you want to push in?” Zach returned to licking her. “It’s dirty,” she complained, then her breath quickened. He began to slowly penetrate her anus with a spitty finger. She squirmed a little, so the intrusion didn’t go unnoticed, but her hips were still thrilling to the motions of his tongue, so it appeared she was past caring. He pushed up gently with his finger and gently stroked her g-spot through her rectovaginal septum. He made little wet noises kissing and sucking at her whole clitoral area at the same time. Anming said, “Grrrrrr...EEP!” Her hips bucked and her sphincter clipped his finger hard and pulsed, pulsed, pulsed as she climaxed. It was remarkable how firmly and evenly her sphincter had clipped his finger given how serious he knew the damage had been. Somebody, probably multiple people, had done a phenomenal job.
“You seem thoughtful, my husband,” Anming ventured in a somewhat worried tone.
“I’m pleased because you’re healing so well back here,” Zach said.
Anming gave a moue of disgust. She had just realized Zach had his finger in her ass. “It’s so dirty,” she groaned. She insisted he go to the head and wash his hands with soap and hot water. Not wanting to discourage such practices, he complied.
When Zach returned, it was pitch dark in the room. He could see by the light in the hallway before shutting the hatch that Anming had climbed in under the covers. He took off his clothes and climbed in next to her. Her smooth nude body felt wonderful. He ran his fingers through her delightful muff. Since she was wide awake, she wasn’t frightened in the pitch dark. If anything, she felt more relaxed. He sat up and stroked her belly and breasts with one hand while feeling around for the lube with the other. He asked, “Is this how you’re used to making love? In the dark?”
She answered a different question. “The lights were always bright in the place where they… hmm… Hot and bright. Maybe it was filmed.” She shuddered.
The lube was being elusive. Zach lay down and held Anming lovingly. “Well, you’re safe now. Please turn on the light a bit. I need to find the lube.” A dim amount of light filled the room. The lube was way over on the other table from where he thought it was. He spread her legs and slowly painted her vulva and a finger length into her vagina with lube. Her hips vibrated with excitement. She was still worked up from the cunnilingus and already near orgasm. He ventured a gentle finger back into her vagina and stroked her g-spot gently as she grunted and bucked her hips. He was enjoying slowly teasing her closer and closer to orgasm. “EEEEP!” she howled, and her hips thrashed once, then all the tension drained out of her. That was fun.
“All right,” said Zach. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, my husband. Please don’t delay further.” Zach spread lube on his cock. He’d been hard for Anming this whole time. It would be really wonderful to get into her finally. He stroked his lubey cock on her vulva. He pressed his cock on her opening. Wow, she was tight. She gasped when the head popped in. He pushed in a little further and then slid in and out a little to make sure everything was slick. She was moaning already and extremely excited. He pressed in a couple more inches. She grunted out a Chinese epithet. Zach pushed in slowly but firmly until there was just no more room in her. During his thrust, Anming sounded like, “Ow! Huuuhnnnn! Grrrrr! Uuhhh!” Then she spat out something in Chinese. The “Ow!” might have been “How!” or in English “Good!” now that he thought of it.
“You like me getting my pleasure out of you?” Zach asked.
“Ssss! Uh! Yes! Huh!” Anming managed. “I’m trying!”
“Ohhhh!” moaned Zach. It really felt the best ever to have Anming’s sweet pussy shuddering and twisting on his dick. She grunted, and in the stillness, he could feel her pussy gripping and twisting on him in climax. She really did get off on his enjoyment. Well, he got off on hers, too. “You are so tight! I’ve still got a couple inches for you.”
Anming moaned in response, her eyes shut tight. Her fingernails dug into Zach’s back like spurs in a horse to gallop. Well, then. He started bashing her at that crazy fast pace that she liked best. Her howl had a weird vibrato from his rapid thrusting, “AaAaAaAaAaAaAaH!” Her legs kicked out. He had her pinned down tightly though, so she spasmed. He pounded and churned in her. She spat out something in Chinese and then looked up at him fiercely with gritted teeth. He continued to pound.
He paused, buried in her. In response, she quivered and shook in orgasm, “EEP!” and then muttered something. Her eyes were unfocused.
He tapped her cheek gently, and she looked at him. “If you hurt, you shout ‘red’, okay?”
“Not hurt,” Anming grunted. “No hurt.” She dug in her nails insistently, which hurt Zach a little, but he appreciated the unspoken guidance. He resumed and redoubled his forceful pounding. Her eyes widened. She kept her gaze on him. Her teeth gritted, and she let out a long growl as her trapped hips and body shook in futile spasm under him, “Grrrrrrrrrr!” She looked so fierce and beautiful, like she was trying to contain all the pleasure in the world.
It was Zach’s time. He fucked Anming in slow, powerful strokes, feeling every inch of her. She squeaked like a tortured toy underneath him. Only a few more long, slow, delightfully fulfilling pushes, “RRAAAAH!!” He extended his being and soul into her and shot his entire life force, straining into her womb. He fell on her limply, pinning her tightly but not crushing her in the Martian gravity.
It was still and quiet between them for a long time. Zach was drifting in pleasure. His breath slowly quieted. As he was on the edge of dozing, a little nip from Anming’s fingernails roused him and suggested he should get off. He lifted himself and sat up. Her eyes were closed. She had a wide and serene smile on her face. “Surely I am the happiest wife of all time,” she moaned. Zach grinned, feeling satisfaction at a job well done.
Zach and Anming returned to the main chamber. Berte and Aanya were asleep nude in each other’s arms. Colby was curled up nude in one corner of the bed, snoring sweetly. Colleen was sitting by the hatch nude, reading something on a tablet. Anming threw off her robe and crawled over to cuddle with Colby, who roused and hugged her back. Colleen set down her tablet and took Zach’s hand. It looked like wife number three’s time was next. She threw on her robe and they left to spend time alone together.
In the private room, they undressed and lay on the bed together. Seeing Colleen’s sleek lines and delectable breasts caused Zach’s cock, still a little moist from Anming, to swell a little. “This whole training mission has felt like a honeymoon to me,” said Colleen. “It seems like you’ve been on top of me constantly. But it appears that’s a common experience among the crew. How are you not dead?” she smiled.
“You know,” Zach smiled, laying back, “I always think, we’re just going to catch up, maybe kiss a little. Then I see your beautiful body, like that first time in your office, or smell your unique spicy scent. I get urgent and excited then, like I need to push in, every time. It was cruel in the bathroom. I wanted you so bad when you left.”
Colleen chortled, “A girl has to keep up demand. Anyway, I knew you wouldn’t be tormented for long. In fact, there was an avalanche of loveliness more than any man deserves in your future.”
“True,” said Zach. “And here’s a secret, I knew that. And I still ached for you. I can’t seem to get enough of any of you.”
“That is evident,” Colleen smiled. “Just don’t kill yourself. Drink plenty of liquids. Are you thirsty?” She actually felt Zach’s forehead like a mom.
Just to please her, Zach grabbed a bottle from the bedside and chugged down several long gulps. “Satisfied?” he smiled. He pushed her down on her tummy and went to fetch the massage oil.
“Sex again?” Colleen whined, “Haven’t you pushed enough semen up me this week? And there’s a lot more planned next week.”
“Relax,” said Zach, spreading massage oil on her back. “I’m just going to massage you.”
“I know you,” said Colleen. “Once I’m all oily and slippery you won’t be able to stay out of me. And this is ready to go,” she said, touching his erection. “Can’t we do something else like read poetry? It takes some effort for a woman to take this thing, you know. You have to breathe properly, or you’ll get the wind knocked right out of you.”
“You’ll be here all week,” Zach said, kneading the lithe muscles of Colleen’s back. “All right, here’s a poem for you. ‘My Colonel Bruno walks into a bar’.”
“That’s a joke, not a poem,” said Colleen.
“Wait, I’m not done,” said Zach. “‘And ding it goes, it is a metal bar’.”
“Still a joke,” said Colleen.
“Well, it rhymes,” argued Zach.
“THIS is a poem,” said Colleen. “There once was a Zach from Nantucket-”
“I’m not from Nantucket,” said Zach.
“It’s poetic license!” said Colleen, “Now shush.”
“There once was a Zach from Nantucket,
With a penis the size of a bucket.
The girls he would romp,
Their vaginas he’d stomp.
If there was a hole he would fuck it.”
“That’s actually pretty great,” said Zach.
“I took upper division poetry at university,” Colleen said.
Colby woke them up at 4 AM. “My turn,” she said. To Colleen, “I hope you haven’t been draining him dry all night.”
Zach answered first, “No, she just teased me mercilessly so I would build up more and more semen for you.” He and Colleen had done it once before they slept, but no matter. “Come here, girl. I desperately need to make a deposit.” His penis was rising to attention as he sat up on his knees.
“I’m not a bank,” Colby muttered. She looked at him with concern. “How’s your butt?”
“It’s not slowing me down,” said Zach.
Colleen got up and put on her robe. She leaned over the bed and gave Zach a hug and a kiss on the lips. She hugged a standing Colby and bent down to give her a passionate kiss on the lips, which Colby didn’t resist. “Good luck. Do good,” Colleen said intensely to Colby. Then she waved to them and left.
“Yes, this is the real deal,” said Colby, smiling.
“Are you excited?” said Zach.
“I’m always excited around you,” Colby said, gazing at him with intense passion. She let her robe fall from her shoulders, displaying her lean chocolate perfection and erect dark chocolate nipples. “I woke up before the alarm. I was cumming more and better than ever last night. I’m sorry I’m being such a bitch tonight. I’m really edgy right now.”
“My medical opinion is, you need a nice relaxing massage followed by some vigorous clitoral stimulation and fingering. When you’re so excited again you’re ready to kill me, then you’ll need to be held down and fucked very firmly. We’ll apply perhaps several doses of that until you fall asleep. In the morning, more doses. That’s my prescription.”
“Sounds like I’ll be walking funny tomorrow,” smiled Colby.
“That will make two of us,” said Zach. He was feeling his stripes, but he was fine. Colby was extremely excitable, screaming and crying out her orgasms as he fingered her. He gave up before she did. He just had to have her. She smiled and said, “Mmmm!” in a very satisfied way as he pushed in with quivering excitement. He pounded the stuffing out of her twice in a row without hardly stopping. She shrieked and took the Lord’s name in vain all kinds of interesting ways the entire time. It seemed whenever he stopped for a breather, he would find that she was grunting and clipping him in the middle of a climax. After the second time, he was slowly softening in her, and they were joking and laughing together. She was just so cute, he wanted to go a third time. She called him a madman. She persuaded him to wait until morning. So they slept.
In the morning, 8 AM, Colby was gone. Zach was urgent. He threw on his scrubs and looked into the big room. It was empty. He hunted for her. He caught her outside Head B2 in her robe and deck slippers and carrying her sweaty gym clothes. She resisted and complained only weakly as he carried her to a weight bench. She argued that she was already walking funny. He opened her robe, dropped his scrub pants to his knees, and rocked into her firmly.
She was wet enough to take him. She complained they would be seen, then climaxed forcefully and kept climaxing as he pounded her. He only lasted a few minutes. He had been close since he awakened. He had her pinned there and was talking about a second time. She hit and slapped his arms and chest and complained until he let her up. She jumped up, seeming half amused and half irritated, and ran back into the head. She dripped semen the whole way, shut the hatch, and locked it. She shouted at him through the hatch that he was acting childish. He went off to shower in Head A1.
(To be continued)
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49: Monday July 20, 0830 hours CST: Show and Tell
After getting out of the shower, Zach turned on his phone. A message from X came through. "This is Colette's insemination week. I have additional instructions and rules for you. These new instructions and rules apply for the next seven days while she is off duty."
"1) You must only ejaculate into Colette's vagina at most twice in a row every other day. I understand that this is your normal insemination schedule. Correct me if I'm wrong. That's a total of four inseminations, each totaling at most two ejaculations. Otherwise, you may use Colette in any way you wish as often as you wish. You may use a condom in her vagina as often as you like."
"2) You can have anybody else use Colette in any way as well. They must be tested disease-free and use a condom in her vagina. They must pay her $20 for the first orgasm and $100 for any subsequent orgasms. Subsequent orgasms are only $50 for students, seniors, members of the armed forces, or the homeless."
"3) Colette must pay you $1,000 for each insemination. That's a total of $4,000. She must obtain this by prostituting herself to people other than you. She can owe you money. She must pay you in full by the time these rules and instructions expire at midnight on the seventh day.
"4) Please lead Colette around nude on a leash whenever possible. I understand this is against regulations. Try to get the agreement of anyone you encounter. Remember that you can offer them sexual favors from her, for a price, if this would sweeten the deal."
"5) I understand you enjoy massages. Colette must give you a one hour massage along with every insemination."
Zach had more than an hour before Colette got off shift to absorb these instructions and figure out what to do about them. His first visit today was Alexis and Charisse. They could help. When he arrived at their quarters, they were asleep cuddled up together in their double bed. The lights were low. He took off his scrubs and slid in behind Charisse. She roused and then settled back. He dozed cuddled up against the two women, against Charisse's backside.
It was not long before Zach was fully erect and wanting to wet his penis in Charisse especially. She roused, and muttered, "I'm still all hurt. Please use lots of lube. Better yet, dibber me if you need me. My flower is still feeling really mulched."
Zach assumed she meant he should use her asshole if he wanted. "I'm here for you. What do you want?" he asked.
Charisse sat up and looked down at him. Alexis roused and peered at them both sleepily. Charisse's black eyes looked horrific in the dim light, and he cringed. "Zach, you're so sweet. For the first time in a long time, I'd rather skip it. I'm beat up and healing. I know I'll be desperate tomorrow when it's supposed to be one of my official days to get inseminated. Let's do it then."
"I love you, Charisse," said Zach.
"I know, you moron," Charisse answered simply. "As I said, if you need some satisfaction from me personally, you're welcome to, you know, put a seedling in my back garden."
"Thank you for the offer," said Zach. "I don't need to."
"That brings to mind," Alexis piped up. "I'm feeling a little guilty for whipping Charisse. Not whipping-guilty, mind you. We don't want to start an infinite whipping circle or anything. But I'm thinking you should ram my tooter instead of Charisse's. You should pull my hair back nice and hard while you do. It will be somewhat exciting, but I can't cum that way, I don't think. I'll get to feel you in me, cumming in me, without cumming myself. That's how I want to be punished."
"Okay," said Zach. He lubed up Alexis's anus and stuck a lubed finger in to lube up the sphincter a bit. He lubed up his cock and rocked into her anus somewhat roughly. He grabbed a good handful of her short hair with one hand and pulled her head back sharply.
"You got it," Alexis groaned. Compared to the only other time Zach had taken her ass, it was a sleepy ass. It was tight as hell, though. Last time, when Michaela was giving her oral, it was a twitchy, jumpy ass. This ride was nice and quiet once he had her pinned down and had a good pace going. Her ass didn't stink badly. He was rising rapidly towards orgasm.
"Um," said Alexis, "Sorry, this is magical. Could you keep going?" Zach took a more manageable pace. He hoped he could last a while in her extremely tight ass. He had just done Colby a short time ago, which would help. He pulled back her hair even more smartly. She grunted, "Uh, that's it."
Alexis pushed her ass back to get more depth of penetration. "That's it. Hammer my fucking insides!" Zach pushed in hard but stayed in before stroking again. "God, yes."
To last a bit longer, Zach thought of stuff he had to do that day. It was time to check the fusion bottle and core for radiation leaks. Sometimes, when there was turbulence, some charged particles could escape. They were mostly not dangerous. Of course Berte would be all on top of any turbulence. Ah, Berte. Her tits looked so good in the lighter gravity. He must not think about Berte. "How are we doing?" he grunted.
"God, yes," moaned Alexis. Let's see. What else did he have to do today? All the Colette rules and instructions, ugh. He hoped Alexis and Charisse would help. He should ask as soon as Alexis got wherever she was hoping to get. He re-tightened his grip on her hair and pulled it back smartly. "Ah!" Alexis cried.
This was hardly being punishment for Alexis, apparently, Zach chuckled. He thought Charisse really did love him. If she didn't love him, he knew, she would just ignore him. But instead, she was really messing with him. That implied passion of some sort. Then again, she needed him or wanted him for the impregnation thing. Now she was an absolutely wild ass fuck, very responsive. Better not think about that.
"Don't stop," moaned Alexis. "Don't... oh... I'm... huh... HUUAAAUUH!" she shrieked, thrashing once in orgasm.
Zach sighed, "RAAAAH!" and gave Alexis one powerful hot squirt. It felt so good to finish. Even in the half darkness, he saw her beatific smile. Her eyes were closed. She was blissing out. She looked so innocent in moments like this. That, combined with having his cock buried in her ass, was intensely erotic. "I thought this was supposed to be punishment," he said.
"Well," Alexis croaked. "You messed it up. I don't even know how. That's the first time I've ever gotten to the big O with just an ass fucking. And it was a very big O."
"Congratulations," said Charisse softly. "Zach is magical. You know, the only time he ever dibbered me, I went crazy. It was intense. He's big, but it's the shape that gets you, I think. Um, Zach, do you mind? Now I want it. You can go straight in. You don't have to wash. Just lube me. Oh, I'm itching for it."
Zach withdrew from Alexis. Her stink became stronger. He had definitely stirred something up in there. Charisse presented her anus to him enthusiastically, and he lubed it up. He pinned her and rocked into her. Her hair was too short to pull. He spanked her ass cheek. She said, "Just, no. Just fuck me nice and slow and still like you did Alexis. It made me itch to watch it. I want to feel it. Oof! There you go!"
Zach pumped sedately in Charisse's ass while the two women kissed. He didn't think he was going to have so many problems lasting this time. Charisse sang scales. Each time she got to the top, her whole body quivered in climax. She felt a particular way under him, a feeling he adored.
"It's funny that FINALLY it's our fertile week, and we're begging to get ass fucked," snickered Alexis.
"You ladies are infinitely perverse," Zach said. Charisse was having orgasm after orgasm, each more profound than the previous. He had forgotten how responsive her back door was. There had been just that one time before in her garden. It had been such a special time; he remembered it for that. When everything seemed easy with her. "I think you really do love me," he said.
"Heeeeeuh! For the love of God! Aah... ahh..." croaked Charisse between orgasms.
"Lay off, Zach," scolded Alexis, "You're disturbing the lady's cornholing."
"RAAAAH!" cried Zach.
Charisse croaked, "You're cute. You're a moron. You're gonna get hurt. I'm not a one man woman."
There was no use asking what that had to do with anything. Zach pulled gently out of Charisse. He said, "I'll bring Colette with me when I come by later."
"Fine, great," said Alexis. They were drifting to sleep.
Zach left them and showered in Head A2. He spent half an hour planning his day. He called Colette, "Where can I meet you when you get off shift?"
"I'm in my study next to my quarters," Colette said. "I'll leave the hatch open."
On the way to Colette, Zach stopped off in Medical B to grab a box of ten condoms for himself and a tube of lube. He didn't want to torture himself. He might want her bad enough at some point to wear a condom. He didn't want to break X's rules. He wanted to have one handy. That was him, prepared. He smirked.
Colette was using the study to spinward of her quarters. "I know I'm early," Zach said.
"That's okay," Colette said.
"What's that?" Zach asked, indicating the dense text that filled the central window of her workstation.
"This is a temporal combination of the status logs from some mining drones. Alexis and I are using them for exploratory digs on Mars. Nobody got confused today. That's great. Alexis will be happy. When Alexis is happy, I'm happy." Colette's watch beeped. She stood up, reached under her skirt, pulled off her panties, and handed them to Zach.
They were crusty and fragrant. Zach took a deep huff of them and smiled at Colette. "You've been missing me."
"I enjoyed our time yesterday, getting to know you better," Colette said.
"Likewise," said Zach. "Very much. I feel like I'm allowed to know you now! It's wonderful. Well. In addition to our continued visits, X has something special planned for you this week."
"The magnificent bastard," said Colette. "I knew he would."
"I'm not sure you've done anything like it before," said Zach.
"I'm curious," said Colette. "Look, you're blushing. Spit it out."
"You're going to have to earn your four inseminations this week," Zach said. He told her X's new rules and instructions.
Colette looked calmer than he felt. "I'm good with women," she said. She undressed seductively for Zach. His pants bulged. He might need one of those condoms soon. She handed him her phone. He slipped it into his pocket. "Since the only moneymaking opportunities today are with my crewmates, who do you think would be interested? I have my own opinions, but I want to hear yours."
"Well, the Breeding Bitches Alexis, Michaela, and Charisse," said Zach. "Decidedly not Colby or Anming, I think. Although I wouldn't want to make the decision for them. I could be wrong. I'll try out my seductive powers on them, the powers you despise. I'll see if I can persuade them, if they need persuading."
"I don't despise your skill, Zach, which is obvious," said Colette. She led him into her quarters. She got a dog collar and leash out of her dresser drawer and handed them to him. "I don't enjoy it pointed in my direction. Actually, I welcome it in this situation. What an interesting conjunction of skills we have here. Pray continue with your assessment of our crewmates."
"A moment while I think," Zach said. He leaned down and sucked one of Colette's perfect teats into his mouth. Mmm. He wanted her. With an effort of will, he unlatched, straightened up, and looked at her. He fastened the dog collar around her neck as gently as if he were preparing a child for her first day of kindergarten. He was sorry about the leash. He wanted to worship Colette. She deserved to be worshiped. He knew she would probably like it, though. X knew her far better than he did. Should he say something? He didn't need to. She read him like a book. He recalled that she enjoyed watching him struggle with X's instructions. So be it. They smiled at each other.
"I'd say everybody else, with the possible exception of Khushi, is persuadable," he mused. "And maybe even Khushi, if we can get Ayana to seduce her into it. To Khushi, I represent her desire for men. I'm the wrong seducer. As you saw in Alexis's little game on the excursion vehicle, Khushi wasn't entirely unpersuadable. We're late, though."
"We are?" asked Colette.
"Time to visit Michaela," said Zach.
Zach dialed Michaela. "Hey there."
"Zachary, my little fawning kutchentse, why were you not in the control to greet me?" asked Michaela. "Are you stretching another cunt, you nasty? Or did somebody scratch toe?"
"Nonsense, my darling," said Zach. "Why would I bother to stretch another cunt, when yours is the tiniest and tightest of all? No, I was wrapping, or maybe unwrapping a surprise for you, my darling. May I bring Colette along? She needs your help. If you're not in the mood to help her, she will stand there and watch us. Or, she can stand outside, if you prefer."
“I have heard but did not believe. You, a dom, heh," said Michaela. "Be my guest. Your antics will amuse me.”
Zach arrived at Michaela's with Colette drawn behind him by her leash. Michaela had stripped down out of her flight suit and was nude. He shut the hatch. He told her all about Colette's moneymaking needs and the rules and instructions pertaining to her. Michaela said, "Absolutely Breeding Bitches will help. We get down, will make four large just like that. Might as well make ten or twenty for next time, eh?"
"Four grand would be fine," said Zach.
"Oh, I see," taunted Michaela. "You want this elegant cunt all for yourself." She looked way up into Colette's face as she said it. Colette was nearly a foot taller than the diminutive woman. Michaela slid a finger into Colette's wet pussy as she said it.
"Hands off the merchandise," said Zach.
"Calm yourself. I will buy her to lick my holes to orgasm," Michaela said.
Zach got out Colette's phone, and they touched phones to transfer $20. "I was hoping to lick you myself after your long and no doubt fragrant shift," he said.
Michaela picked her discarded panties off the floor and shoved them in Zach's face. "Tough. You're not even undressed. Satisfy yourself with these and I may give you a little sniff next time. Maybe you pay me," she smiled. She lay down on her giant bed and spread her legs, displaying both holes.
Zach grabbed Colette by the front of the collar. He led her to kneel and put her face on Michaela's vulva. He let her go to do her thing. Michaela enjoyed Colette's oral from the start. "Oh, oh yes. Oh such a long tongue up my backside! Uh! Much better than you, Zach."
"I eagerly agree; A woman's touch is better," said Zach. He got no argument from either woman. Colette's mouth was occupied. Michaela was inarticulate with enjoyment. He undressed as Colette continued to work her magic on a moaning, bucking Michaela. This was a yummy scene to watch. He was straining erect. He grabbed the lube and thoroughly prepared Colette's ass. She would need it sooner or later, maybe right now.
Just as Zach was completing his preparations, Michaela climaxed with a low moan. Colette licked her lips and stood. "What next my darling?" he asked Michaela.
"If you must ask, you don't deserve," said Michaela. Zach grabbed her up and spread and speared her as Colette watched them dispassionately. "Oof!" said Michaela as Zach rocked into her well-prepared cunt. "Have her touch self while watch."
"You heard her," Zach ordered. Colette stroked her clitoris with one finger.
"But no orgasm, must wait," said Michaela.
"Make it so," said Zach as he fucked the tiny redhead's tiny cunt earnestly with long, thorough strokes. Delicious. Michaela was breathing and moaning. She appeared to be making eye contact with Colette, who was standing behind them. The cum was boiling in him. "Soon," he said.
"Wait," said Michaela. "Wait."
"Maybe I can go again?" Zach suggested. "I really need to."
"Okay big baby, shoot then."
"UUUHHAAAH!" Zach put a good strong squirt deep into Michaela.
"One pathetic little drip," said Michaela. "Will stop calling Sack." Even so, as soon as Zach pulled out, semen poured from her.
"Colette, please clean us up," ordered Zach. Colette started with the semen coming out of Michaela's vagina. "It's something you can't afford," Zach taunted. He was trying to do a good job with this whole game. "Yes," he added, "How does it feel to be ingesting your chances of having a baby because you can't afford it?" Colette was busy licking and sucking out Michaela's vagina. She followed by licking up the semen Michaela had caught in her hand. She licked and sucked his penis clean last. He was getting another erection.
"Don't steal her for blowjob, rude," complained Michaela. "Want her to finish what she start here first. Also more ass, yes." She held up her phone.
"Well, I shouldn't keep her from a money making opportunity," Zach said. Michaela touched her phone to Colette's sitting on the bedside and transferred an additional $100. "Go," he said.
Colette picked up the tiny woman's legs with her slim but wiry strong arms. She rammed her tongue into Michaela's asshole. Michaela moaned, "Uh, Christ woman know way to my heart." Michaela was lost in pleasure. Colette worked hard and expertly. Zach looked on in fascination. He had thought, especially due to his fascination with the human body, that he was pretty good at this stuff. These women were at a different level. He was relying too much on his handsome body and not-too-painfully-big penis.
Michaela was making high keening noises like Zach had heard her make that one time with Ayana. Michaela screeched and thrashed in orgasm, nearly falling off the bed. Colette stood up and resumed her impassive position. "Glorious," Michaela groaned. "Worth every fucking lev, you magnificent whore. Now Zach, I want return favor. I need return favor. She made me bitch in heat for her and must give."
"Well," said Zach. "I don't see why it can't be for both ways. An orgasm is an orgasm. Another $100 will buy you one orgasm out of her with your mouth." Michaela, swiftly picked up her phone and tapped it to Colette's. The particular tone indicated another $100 had been transferred. "Please lay down on the bed and spread your legs," he told Colette. "As usual, you tell me when you could climax, but don't do it until I give you permission. I want Michaela to get her money's worth. Be prepared to hold out."
Within a minute, Colette said calmly, "I can." Michaela redoubled her efforts while Colette squirmed and looked off into the distance. She was multiplying numbers in her head or some such. Her hips rocked uncontrollably, and raggedly, she gasped, "I can." Zach allowed the pleasurable punishment to go on and on. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and it went on. Her eyes were wild, and it went on. "I... please!"
"Climax."
"HWAAAAAAAAAAAHMH!" Colette howled with her entire body. Michaela had to back away, she was thrashing so much.
"Mmm. Tasty," said Michaela. "I need to pee now."
"Okay, we'll wait here. Hurry back. Mr. Happy wants another turn with you."
"I have bag here," said Michaela. She held up a medium-sized plastic bag.
"Okay," said Zach, a little confused. "Knock yourself out."
"Want to pee her mouth, then she catch in bag," said Michaela. "Unless rule."
"No, she's done stuff like that," Zach said. "I mean before..."
"Spare me vanilla boy," said Michaela.
"If you're going to be that way, let's make this interesting," said Zach.
"Hurry up say," said Michaela. "Wery full bladder."
"I'll hold the bag," said Zach, taking it from Michaela. "If she can make herself climax before you're done peeing, then you pay her another $100, fair enough?"
"Seems fair," said Michaela.
Zach said, "Colette, darling, get down here on the floor on all fours and masturbate. That's good. Tell me when you can. Bend down and tilt your head up. Good." To Michaela, he asked, holding the bag in place, "How much of a head start should we give her?"
"Enough," said Michaela, squatting on Colette's mouth and unleashing what sounded like a fat torrent. The overflow spilled off one side of Colette's face into the bag.
Michaela was down to squirts but not done. Colette gargled. Zach said, "Climax."
Colette shuddered in obvious orgasm, swallowed the urine in her mouth, and cried, "Oh!" Michaela squirted another shot of urine into the circle of her mouth. Colette drank down Michaela's remaining squirts and dribbles. There was no longer enough left in Michaela's bladder to overflow Colette's mouth.
When she was all dribbled out, Michaela sighed, "Worth it." She touched her phone to Colette's and there was a familiar beep.
"Wow," said Zach. "A few more sessions like this one and she might actually be able to afford to get inseminated tonight."
Michaela didn't want another messy ramming from Zach. She said that moment had passed. Plus, if she did that, he would have Colette clean her off again. She would want more head from Colette, and it had already gotten too expensive. So piss off. Colette had earned $320 from Michaela.
In a pent up mood, he led Colette away to Head B1 nearby. Once there, he bent her over the toilet and fucked her in the ass with great enjoyment. To his surprise, near the end, she said she could. Zach waited until he started ejaculating to cry out, "Climax!" Satisfying. They showered together.
Zach released Colette until 1600 to relax or sleep. He told her she would probably get another break 1900-ish to 2200-ish. After that was their date. They parted.
Zach worked four and a half hours looking for radiation leaks in various parts of the ship. He saw Colby floating around in the core. "Fancy meeting you here," she said.
"Darling, I have a question for you," he said. "What would you think if you saw me leading a naked woman around on a leash?"
"I would think you had a perfectly logical explanation for your behavior. I would feel no need to look into it," Colby said. "I expect it would be for humanitarian purposes."
"And you'd be correct, more or less," said Zach.
"And would this be Colette?" asked Colby.
"Would you want to know?" asked Zach.
"You're right, I don't," said Colby, and they left it at that.
He stopped by Anming's office and had a similar conversation, but more deferential. Anming asserted he had the absolute right to drag any woman who "enjoyed his favor" around naked on a leash if he chose to. If anyone misbehaved, she would "mess up the bitch." He shuddered inwardly, thanked her, and left her to her work on the Unified Field Theory. Maybe her remarks meant she wanted to try this herself? It was a thought. There were safe ways he could do it, like he'd been doing with Colette. Aboard ship might be safe and fun. In front of the breeding bitches might be a good debut. Oh, the harmless embarrassment she'd suffer! On the other hand, maybe it would activate her and be disastrous. He'd have to be gentle.
Zach asked Colleen her policy on leading women around naked on a leash in general. She said that she was okay with it as long as everybody else was okay with it. He assured her that he would confirm they were. He blushingly brought up the prostitution angle with her. She replied that she might if the circumstances were "appropriate." Zach interpreted this to mean if it didn't seem cruel or weird. That would have been his answer, given other circumstances. They were on the same page about a lot of things.
Zach ran across Berte and Aanya playing ping-pong in Recreation A. They thought the idea of leading a naked girl around on a string was funny. They gave him a lot of good-natured crap about it. Berte seemed to give Aanya the confidence to be more assertive. Aanya spoke for both of them, to Berte's great enjoyment. They couldn't be two more different people, but they were developing a profound relationship. He mentioned that he might bring the individual in question to their assignation at 1800. He said there might be an opportunity to buy sexual favors. They laughed at him and hit him with the ping pong ball several times. He said he had to go. He was supposed to be working.
Colette was waiting naked for Zach when he met her as arranged at 1600. She handed him her leash. He called Alexis. "Do you mind if I bring Colette with me this time? She has a problem I think you can help her with."
"Anything for a colleague," said Alexis. Then, excitedly, "Will she be able to participate?"
"Yes, subject to certain restrictions," said Zach.
"See you soon!" said Alexis and hung up.
Zach arrived at their quarters, Colette in tow. Charisse and Alexis were naked and excited to meet Colette under more intimate circumstances. They had all the sex toys they'd brought with them or been able to manufacture on board displayed in a visually pleasing array on the bed. Wow, those black dildos of his approximate size were a hit. There were two such strap-ons here in addition to the three he knew Michaela owned. Or maybe they were shared. No matter.
Zach filled the excited women in on all the rules. He let the three of them kiss to get acquainted. The two of them sized Colette up like a piece of meat. They squeezed her tits, stuck their fingers in her holes, and spanked her ass joyfully. They tried to haggle with him playfully. Maybe they should be considered students. He was firm.
Alexis won the toss of a coin to buy the first sexual favor. She eagerly paid her $20 and opted to go with oral. From the start, she wasn't disappointed. "Get in there, bitch!" Alexis cried, holding Colette firmly by her leash and grinding favorite portions of her vulva and anus. Alexis came explosively soon thereafter.
While Zach took Alexis forcefully in breeding position, Charisse took charge of Colette. Charisse tried the $20 head. He noticed excited scale climbing. While he fucked Alexis, he did his best to taunt Colette that Alexis was about to get her eggs bathed in semen. Colette was too poor to afford insemination. Alexis was matching Charisse orgasm for orgasm. He heard the beeps of Charisse buying the next orgasm. Her squeals and peeps sounded nice and wet. His semen rose quickly. He told Alexis that the next time she climaxed, she would get a baby. She moaned out her next orgasm excitedly. He roared, satisfied, and pumped a respectable load of semen into her. They rested in bliss and watched Charisse enjoy the strap-on fuck she'd bought. After two strap-on orgasms, Charisse was done with Colette and gave her leash back. Charisse remarked how wonderful it had been for the taller woman to dominate her and choke her while fucking her. At 5'9" herself, it was rare for Charisse to find a good female sexual partner taller than her.
Zach pulled out of Alexis and had Colette clean them up. He taunted Colette about the semen that she'd missed. He directed her to only clean Alexis's vulva and to keep Alexis's hips tilted up to aid insemination. It was an opportunity that she, Colette, might never have. Just like with Michaela, by the time Colette was done, Alexis wanted more head. He did too, but he wanted to support Colette in getting her money even more. Alexis bought two more oral orgasms. Zach had to take a turn. The three women chatted and laughed while he fucked Colette slowly and deliciously in the ass. Near the end, Colette got serious again. He gave her permission. Colette shared her amazement with the other women. Alexis shared that she had recently climaxed anally without any other stimulation for the first time with Zach. They agreed that Zach had special qualities. The two women agreed to help Colette earn her money for the week.
Zach and Colette went to Head B1 to shower. She had earned an additional $640 for a total of $960. He was proud of her. On the way out of the head, they had a fortuitous encounter. "Hey, Ayana," he said.
"Hey," said Ayana warily, seeing Colette naked on the end of a leash behind him.
"Would you mind if I walked around with Colette naked on a leash like this?" Zach asked.
"Is this what you want?" Ayana asked Colette directly and incredulously.
"It's the instruction of my husband, and therefore my fondest wish," answered Colette.
"Not my idea," said Zach apologetically.
"So you're into this kind of thing?" Ayana asked Colette.
"Yes," said Colette simply, not wanting to explain more than was necessary.
"Well, you are pleasing to look upon," said Ayana directly to Colette and ignoring Zach. He didn't mind. If the situation was reversed, he might very well be suspicious himself and wonder whether everyone was doing okay. Ayana spoke to him, "To answer your question, I don't mind if she wanders around naked as much as she wants. If you don't mind, please wear clothes yourself."
"No problem, will do," said Zach. "Look, there's something else you could help Colette out with. Isn't that right, Colette? I'm going to take off her collar, and hand over her phone, there you are. Colette, why don't you take Ayana aside, say into this handy restroom here? Explain the game you and your husband are playing. Maybe Ayana would be willing to help? I'll just sit here in Recreation B and play solitaire on my phone until you return, okay?"
Ayana's eyebrows raised, but she allowed Colette to drag her into the head and shut the hatch. Zach sat down in the recreation area and whistled a happy tune. The minutes rolled by, and he became almost certain the dollars were rolling in. Half an hour later, he became concerned they would be late visiting Michaela and company. Colette appeared naked, breathless, and smiling. Ayana had apparently scooted off in the opposite direction. "You were exactly right, Zach," Colette said. "Once I got her alone, she was putty in my hands." Colette had made an additional $120 for a total of $1,080.
"You've done amazingly well," said Zach, putting the leash into her hands. "Please go ahead and relax. I'll see you at 2200 at your place." They parted ways.
Zach got to Michaela, Aanya, and Berte's place and peeked in. This time, instead of a loud, screaming, orgiastic mess, he saw dim light and three peacefully sleeping women. Michaela was curled up in one corner against the wall in her standard "piss off" sleeping and napping position. In the middle of the bed, Aanya and Berte were cuddled up together. All they were wearing were their plastic chokers. Berte was spooned against Aanya's backside gently snoring, cupping one of Aanya's splendid bubble breasts. Berte had such a happy smile, even in sleep. These two wives of his were a real item. It was so cute. Berte's pale skin on Aanya's bronze skin looked amazing.
Zach crawled over and gave Aanya a gentle kiss on the cheek. She roused, saw it was him, and muttered softly and cryptically, "Wait, it's growing back. Red. Need sleep."
As soon as Aanya roused, Berte's eyes popped open. "Me too," she said simply and shut her eyes. Zach gently climbed off the bed and climbed back on to give Michaela a gentle nudge. Before he could touch her, she muttered, "Piss off." And that was that. He gently slid off the bed, crept out of their quarters, and quietly closed the hatch. Their exhaustion was understandable. They had been at a fever pitch the previous night. It was the first night the three of them had spent together. He expected, given how wild they'd been, that they'd kept each other up long after he'd left.
Zach was horny from imagining the nasty things Ayana and Colette had done, but not overly so. He felt like cuddling from visiting his three sleeping princesses, but not desperately so. It felt good how it had turned out with the three. He rightfully should get really pent up for Colette. He wanted to give her some well-earned nice big loads. She had literally earned them.
It struck Zach that he could now complete his workday by 9 PM. He texted Colette, "Meet at 2100 for massage and prep?"
Colette texted, "?"
Zach was being an idiot. He shouldn't ask Colette. It was his job to tell her. He texted her, "I've changed my plans. Be in your quarters at 9 PM. You will be sitting naked on the bed wearing the leash. Your legs will be spread and your vulva held open. Don't put anything on your vulva. I want to smell and taste your natural scent." Was he getting better at getting exactly his hearts desire out of her? He set his phone for 2055 to make sure he arrived at Colette's at 2100 on the dot. He imagined that holding one's vulva open as the minutes ticked by was an unpleasant and desiccating experience. He wanted to set a mood, not torture her.
Over the next three hours, Zach completed his day. A healthy fusion bottle gave off small amounts of beta radiation in a couple of different ways. Beta radiation was made of electrons. These were harmless at the slow speeds they occasionally escaped from a healthy fusion bottle. The other way that fusion bottles could give off beta radiation was a bit more dangerous. If the mixture was wrong, free neutrons could be produced in significant numbers. If neutrons were produced, the magnetic bottle wouldn't hold them. Magnetic fields can only trap charged particles. The neutrons themselves were dangerous to nearby people and objects. Traveling so slowly, they were absorbed before they could get very far. Hitting air molecules, they combined with Nitrogen to form Nitrogen 16 and and Oxygen to form Oxygen 17.
These were the isotopes Zach was checking for. Nitrogen 16 is an unstable isotope that decays in seven seconds and emits an electron, more harmless radiation. Oxygen 17 and even Oxygen 18 are stable isotopes that occur naturally in small amounts and are harmless. The main reason to look for stray neutrons was that they could damage the metal and other materials comprising the fusion bottle. This would cause further loss of containment or even catastrophic failure, which would be bad. Protons flying everywhere, even at slow speeds, were highly dangerous. They exploded when exposed to Oxygen, just for starters. This explosion produced flaming hot acidic steam. Not friendly.
Happy fusion bottles were good. Leaky fusion bottles were troubling. Loss of containment was deadly. The fusion bottle room was designed to contain the explosion, but the bottle itself would be destroyed. Since the bottle powered the spacecraft, it was mere hours until the crew froze and suffocated. The dry run vehicle had only one fusion bottle. In the unlikely event it blew, the crew would escape onto the excursion vehicle and return to Earth early. On the interplanetary vehicle traveling between the Earth and Mars, both fusion bottles had been installed. If one failed, they would limp along with just the other. If both failed, the crew was dead unless the failure happened very close to either Earth or Mars.
Never fear. Fusion bottles carefully watched and regularly overhauled could operate indefinitely without incident. They were the safest power source ever devised. It was the testing and other procedures followed in their operation that made them so. Zach was playing his part in this.
Zach opened Colette's hatch at 9 PM on the dot. She greeted him with a big smile. "Welcome! Here's my bare vulva for your enjoyment. I got moist with anticipation."
Zach enthusiastically dived in with his face and took some nice whiffs. He spent a few minutes savoring every corner of Colette's vulva with his tongue and lips. From her breathing and movements, this was pleasurable to her. "Please give me your bullet vibe," he ordered. He spread some lube on the bullet to ensure comfort. He slid it gingerly into place as she thrilled at his touch. He activated it on the low setting with his phone. She bucked at the feel of it starting up in her and then smiled at him. He had not had many opportunities to touch and play with her vulva. He wanted more. He stroked a lubed finger around on her vulva. He traced her clitoral hood. He enjoyed its gentle slope and her responsiveness as he gently and lubriciously stroked it. He gently tugged and massaged her labia. He circled and felt the little divot of her urethra. She looked at his face as he carefully examined her. She sighed raggedly.
"You're a happy camper tonight," observed Zach.
"You look like you're having such fun. It thrills me to see that," said Colette. "I'm ecstatic at the transformation from the tense relationship we had. I'm looking forward to getting bred by you later tonight. More than even that, I'm looking forward to conversing with you. My husband indulged me to require you to settle down and get a massage from me. I'm going to enjoy giving you that different kind of touching."
"Well, I'd better lay down," Zach smiled. Colette spread massage oil on him. It felt wonderful. She asked him about his life. He spoke of his childhood. He'd grown up in a suburb of Santa Fe, New Mexico. His mother had been a nurse, his father an archaeology professor. He remembered his older sisters as always being away. They were five and nine years older than him. His parents were fond of road trips. They would often take one of their three children with them. He grew up at several neighbors houses as much as his own. Their parents' circle of friends were supportive of each other in this way.
Colette's parents' families had been wealthy. Behind the scenes, her father was a violent drunk, and her mother enabled him. She may have gained her distrust of artifice in relationships from this, but perhaps not. She was sent away to boarding school at an early age and for many years. These all-girl schools were exclusive and private, with age-old traditions. The students were objects, being trained as marriage chattel for the upper class in the old tradition.
Zach observed, "Well, my childhood was boring and lonely compared to yours."
"That's interesting," said Colette. "My childhood sounds boring and lonely compared to yours."
As Colette was resting there, Zach's alarm went off. He turned the tables, pinned her, and pushed his penis into her slick, excited vagina. Bzzz! He ran into the bullet vibe. It tickled! He jumped. They burst out laughing. Still laughing, he shut off the vibrator with his phone and gently removed it. She cleaned it off with her mouth and set it aside. In his excitement, he had also forgotten to set up his phone to make a video for X. He found a good spot for his phone and started videoing.
Their conjunction was a joyous one. Zach felt extremely close to Colette. Her massage, though only sensual, had enervated him. He only lasted a few minutes the first time. He badly wanted to squeeze a big load into her. His body worked with him, it seemed, and focusing, he ejaculated three big squirts deep into her. They were so big they overflowed and squished out around his penis. Win! He held her in breeding position for a few minutes. He held her hips raised, staying in her, giving his sperm the best environment. His extra cum dribbled and dripped slowly down her back and onto the bed.
Zach remembered. "Damn!" he said, "I can't have another orgasm in you unless I don't pull out. I really want you again. I have to have you again." He moved in Colette a second time. Frothy rivulets squished out of her onto the bed. It didn't damp their spirits in the least. He was embarrassed until he remembered how excited she'd gotten over washing her classmates underthings. Surely she would enjoy washing the sheets she'd been bred on. Maybe he should even try to get them messier. Inevitably he did, many Colette orgasms later. He cried out almost painfully at the end. He felt his heart and soul shoot into her. For a moment, he felt perfect. As he held her in breeding position, he joked to her, "Do you feel you got your money's worth?"
"Oh that's right. I forgot you were being a whore," Colette joked right back. "If you were faking it, very convincing."
"But seriously, I have feelings for you Colette," said Zach.
"You said that," said Colette. "Can I ask you why you're afraid to say you're in love with me? It's evident."
"I'm aware I'm a proxy," said Zach. "It's not right for me to need you. Everything is so complicated for me right now. My feelings often don't match with reality."
"The reality is that we treasure you, Zach. I promise we'll try hard to never do anything to hurt you. I want you to be free," said Colette. "Nothing can ever repay the debt we already owe you, that I owe you. I like to pay my debts." She smirked and touched her phone to his. A deep gong sounded, signaling the transfer of $1,000.
(to be continued)
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50: Monday July 20, 22:30 hours CST: Reentry
Zach entered Trigonometry's shared bedroom. The women were sitting in a circle, wearing their bathrobes, talking and joking. Chatter among the wives died. Colby looked over her shoulder and said, "You're home early."
Anming, across the circle from Colby and facing Zach, quietly rose to her knees and dropped her bathrobe. She dutifully displayed her exquisite almond body, her small dark brown teats, and the wild muff he loved. Her gaze, intense and hopeful, dropped shyly. The ultrablack circlet around her neck was stark against her perfect skin. From across the room, her scars were undetectable. The women, who had all been looking at him, their gaze dropped. His cock was coming to life in his scrub pants.
Colby turned back around to follow his gaze. "Oh, right," she said. The other women got on their knees and faced him. Colby turned around to face him and dropped her robe next with a pained look that confused Zach. Her beautiful milk chocolate body was revealed. Her dark chocolate nipples made his mouth water. A little shadow on her mound indicated she hadn't shaved in a few days. She looked at him looking at her beautiful body, looking angry. He wondered what was going on with her.
Colleen dropped her robe next. She had a smoldering expression for him. She was all pale, pink, fit, and glorious. Aanya and Berte dropped together, giggling conspiratorially. Berte was stocky, busty, muscular, and giving him an intense eye job. Her blond bush was starting to look a bit unruly again, yum. Aanya revealed her delicate almond beauty and gazed at him serenely. Like Colby, she had a shadow on her mound, like she hadn't shaved in a few days.
In response to this onslaught of beauty, Zach was speechless. In his confusion, it seemed a reasonable response to remove his own clothes. He tugged off his scrub shirt, mourning the few seconds he had to miss gazing on this smorgasbord of luscious nude womanhood. His penis was fully erect and straining as he pulled down his scrub pants. He threw shirt, pants, and slippers into the hamper on the first try.
Zach turned back towards his wives. "Colby," said Colleen.
"Yes," said Anming.
"I can't wait," said Zach. Berte approached him and stroked lube onto his cock as he crawled towards Colby, who looked uncomfortable. He grabbed Colby in front of the assembled women and spread her legs. His penis rocked into her vagina easily given the lube Berte had stroked onto him. Colby was not smiling and provocative, as usual, but quiet and thoughtful. She closed her eyes as his penis filled her womb. The other women surrounded them, touching, stroking.
"Dear first wife, I envy you," soothed Anming. "Take our beloved husband's gift into your fertile womb. Next week, my turn!"
"Next week, we'll have him rape you just like this," moaned Aanya to Anming, "Over and over again."
"This isn't rape or even mock rape," corrected Colleen. "This is our husband missing our precious number one wife, isn't it, Zach?"
"Oh yes," moaned Zach, overcome with the moment. Colby's vagina resisted and was inexorably opened and conquered by his slick passionate thrusts.
"You enjoy this tight cunt, huh?" moaned Colby from underneath him.
"Yes!" cried Zach.
"Orgasm her, Zach!" cried Anming, lightly smacking his ass. Those lashes still hurt. He slowed down and began stroking deeply. This usually got to Colby. He could manage the frequency of his strokes more easily so he wouldn't burst too soon. He wanted her to orgasm at least once before he let go in her, at least once. He was so worked up, so suddenly. He could finish right now!
"You fucker, you bastard," growled Colby. Zach could feel her body squirming now, responding to the stimulation. Her vaginal walls tightened around his well-buried cock. Her womb sucked on him as he withdrew and fought him quiveringly as he plunged forward.
"You're getting your baby, chief," Colleen said to Colby. "Maybe right now. Here it comes," she said of Zach's obvious excitement.
"He's waiting for her to orgasm," said Berte clinically. "He always waits for the girl to orgasm. Hurry up, Colby. Zach looks like he's in pain."
"Fuck me!" Colby's legs kicked out. "HUUHHH!"
"RAAAHH!" cried Zach as he strained and shot a nice dollop deep into Colby. It was a surprising dollop considering what he'd just been through with Colette. In the stillness of his final thrust, he felt Colby shudder and squirm as the hot fluid bathed her insides. He'd been concerned she'd faked it because of Berte's goading, but no, she'd really climaxed. The feeling was unmistakable. He was relieved he hadn't accidentally shot too soon.
"Oh good rape," Aanya muttered.
"Not a rape despite your fevered imagination," Colleen whispered pointedly at Aanya. Then, in a normal voice, "Let's let them rest." Colleen patted his back. He felt the other women's hands slide off him. Colby was resting passively under him. It was one time he wished he was shorter or she was taller. He couldn't see her expression. Zach closed his eyes and rested atop Colby. He allowed his offering to do its good work inside her as he knew she must wish. She didn't seem to be wanting to go anywhere either, at least.
As they rested, the other women talked. "I'm over the moon," chuckled Colleen. "It's my fertile week. Zach is knocking me up tomorrow morning, mark my words. And I'm flying tomorrow! Flying all of you home. Everything I love best and want most. Baby on board. Baby on board, Berte."
"Baby on board, sir!" Berte agreed lustily.
"Baby on board, Aanya," Colleen said.
"Yes, and I know the moment. It was that first time, I know it. Here I am, right after." Zach guessed she was showing the photo taken at the dinner they'd had together just after they'd first made love. She looked ecstatic in that photo.
"Exactly so," said Colleen. "Anming, I'm confident for you."
"By next week, he'll be left with nobody but me, morning, noon, and night," said Anming. "I'll be hollow, like a used condom." There was uncomfortable laughter.
"Ew, Anming," said Colleen, laughing.
"I already look like a used condom," said Anming.
"You don't either," said Berte. "Give us a look. Wider. Um. I wish I looked that good. Mine's all pouty, see?"
"What are you talking about?" said Anming. "Yours is young and dewy and pink, just like Zach! You'll have mountains of dewy pink babies. You're strong and fertile. I'm a broken old hag."
Zach pulled out of Colby and nuzzled her face. "Are we good?" he whispered.
"Sure," said Colby. "Yes, go shut that right down."
Zach crawled over and hugged Anming from behind, startling her. His wet cock slopped on her back. "I want my number two wife, her sleek tight body, her brilliant mind, all of her," he said.
Berte grabbed the bottle of lube and moaned, "Yesss. I want to see." Zach wrestled gently with Anming, who was shielding her eyes.
Colleen turned the lights low, and Anming relaxed somewhat. Berte grabbed Zach's half erect cock and stroked it with lube. "Do you need it more hard?" she asked.
"No, it's good to start this way with her. She's very tight and sensitive." Zach rolled, spread, and rocked into Anming. She covered her eyes with one hand while weakly pushing on Zach's chest with the other. He pressed her under him snugly but not painfully in the Martian gravity. His strokes were deepening.
"My husband, I beg you... hmm... hunh..." moaned Anming as Zach continued to rock into her rapidly. "Grrrrr! EEP!" she cried in orgasm. He felt her convulse under him. "In front of everybody," she whimpered.
Anming groaned something in Chinese. Her vagina had completely surrendered to Zach's fully erect and slowly pounding penis. Her womb quivered and twisted in delight as it helplessly received its conqueror again and again. She howled as her entire body suffused with intense pleasure. He ventured to invade her wet asshole with his index finger. Her anus clipped his finger as he pounded her. Her vagina pulsed around him as she cried out and swore in ecstasy.
He noticed buzzing and looked over to see Berte pleasuring herself with Jill. Aanya was rubbing up against Berte and fingering herself. Colleen rested her hand gently on his back. "God, look at her," she said. "You deserve it Anming, sweetheart." Colleen cried out, "Oh yes!" as Anming shrieked out another Chinese epithet and orgasmed wetly.
"Yes, crush her pillars of ecstasy, fertile ox!" Berte cheered. "Plow diligently her expectant furrows and spill your creamy white pearls deeply!"
Anming laughed and then shrieked again in orgasm, "AHUH! EEP!" Zach stopped momentarily to feel her deliciously quiver and clip underneath him. She wheezed, "I have no secrets at all now! Berte is translating my ravings. They sound so foolish in English."
"I think they're very sweet, like poetry," said Zach. "Thank you, Berte."
"Husband," Anming piped up from underneath him, "This unworthy sickly sow is growing sore, in all honesty. You've been so... hmm... continuous lately with my unworthy carcass. And I am nearly dead of shyness in front of everybody. I beg you, Colleen is fertile this week and requires your cream."
"I can't get enough of you, my darling Anming," said Zach.
"This ugly mule is grateful and awaits your continued pleasure," Anming answered resignedly in a quavering voice.
"I will relent," said Zach, slowly withdrawing his wet tool. "This is only because I want you to be healthy for next week, when I will not stop, understand?"
"Yes, my husband," Anming said meekly.
"I want to give you time to get used to getting loved in front of the other women," said Zach. "We don't have to all at once."
"This mortified one will always obey, husband," Anming whispered.
"I know," said Zach. "Rest." He crawled towards Colleen with a look in his eye. Berte intercepted him and stroked his cock, wet with Anming's excitement, with more lube. She kept stroking. "You're going to make me cum, Berte," he chuckled.
"Fine with me," said Colleen. Zach had been passed from wife three to wife four.
Berte lay down in front of Zach and spread her legs and lips for him. She examined the corner of the room. It was an invitation to what she wanted. He rocked into her. He heard Jill click on and looked to the side. Aanya was watching them and using it. "I need to finish in your vagina, okay?" he told Berte.
Berte's eyes fluttered closed. "Spill your creamy white pearls deeply!" she growled. Anming's cussing had excited her. Zach fell on Berte's delectable love pillows and stretched himself into her quivering young snatch with immense satisfaction. He pounded her thoroughly and deeply. "Fuck my fucking pillars, Zach," she moaned. She gasped and quivered in orgasm. He pinned her hips and legs up in breeding position and plowed down into her. She made noise with every thrust, "Hunh! Hunh! Ugh! Huh! Mmm! Mmm! Ugh! AAAAAAAH!" She shrieked and quivered in orgasm as he continued to pound.
Aanya watched and orgasmed on Jill, "Mmm! NNNGH!" She offered a play-by-play, "Zach is getting close... oh we can see the semen filling him up to his eyeballs, yes... almost... almost... NNNGH!!"
"RRAAAAH!!" cried Zach in extremis. A sizable couple of warm squirts launched deep into Berte.
"WAAUUGH!" howled Berte, buried under Zach.
"Triple play," said Colleen. "Very nice. All right, bedtime kids."
Anming was already puttering around, preparing the room for sleep time. She paused to spread menthol under Zach's nose and then continued other puttering. He was still sacked out on top of Berte's hips in breeding position. They were both blissed out. Aanya wiped off Jill and put the toy away neatly in a drawer. Colleen and Colby were whispering together in the corner. He climbed off Berte and gave her an intense kiss and a last squeeze. He crawled over to his spot in front of the hatch. The room quieted. The light went lower a few more levels, but not off. They all drifted off towards sleep.
At 1 AM, Aanya and Berte crawled over him and out the hatch. There was some hugging, kissing, quiet giggling, and groping before he let them go.
Colleen woke him at 4 AM, wiped the menthol off his nose, and led him to the private room. Her mood was ebullient. "We have to go, because I feel like making you make some noise," she whispered into his ear. They entered the private room and cycled the hatch.
"I know why you're happy," said Zach. "You're flying today."
"Also," said Colleen, pushing him over onto the bed, "Getting knocked up by my sweetheart, my lover, my HUSBAND. Fuck, it still sounds weird to say that. It's not that I don't want it. It's just there's FIVE of us, for fuck's sake."
Zach's face was down between Colleen's legs enjoying her clean, vitamin scent. "I try not to think too hard about it," he replied. "You've got some fuzz down here, too."
"We're watching and learning, Zach. Oh! God! Fuck!" Colleen quieted as she thrust out her hips, enjoying his tongue and lips caressing her vulva. Zach stopped. He wanted to hear what she had to say. "Oh. And by that I mean, we've all seen how much you enjoy Anming's bush. You smile at it. You run your fingers through it. You run your nose through it. You've done everything but fucking name it."
"There's an idea," said Zach. "I'm going to call it The Eternal Forest."
"Oh no!" Colleen cried in mock horror. "Seriously, we took a secret ballot on your favorite body part. Anming voted for Berte's tits, which are no doubt high on the list. The rest of us voted for Anming's bush. She was horrified, then admitted you'd specifically begged her to not shave it off. We required no further proof."
"I like all your individual grooming choices," said Zach.
"Fuck no you don't, you liar," said Colleen.
"Shaved women are all good as far as I'm concerned," said Zach.
"Any kind of women are all good as far as you're concerned," Colleen quipped. She grabbed Zach by the hair and directed his mouth pointedly back to her vulva. "Oh fuck God yes!" she whimpered. Two intense orgasms later, she begged to be mounted. He required no further prompting or fluffing. His penis had ached for her since her first climax.
Zach spread Colleen and speared her. He rocked once and pushed in firmly up to the point of her discomfort and stopped. He was instantly reminded of the remarkable coaxing, teasing qualities of her vaginal sleeve. He plunged forward at an energetic pace. He was looking for a pace that wouldn't have him cum too soon. The pace had to be too fast for him to feel the maddening sensations fluttering across Colleen's inner walls. "Don't hold out, Zach," she soothed. "You can go again."
"I want you to, hmm," groaned Zach, "I want you..."
"I'm close," said Colleen. "Do it!"
"RRRAAAAHHH!" Zach half growled, half howled. In the stillness of his final thrust, he could feel Colleen's pulsing vagina drain him. She moaned as his third hot squirt sluiced into her. As her orgasm kicked in, he felt her walls even more insistently drain his body. He ejaculated four shots, five, six. There was a pause where he shuddered like a pinned insect or a puppet. Then he ejaculated another, weaker squirt. My Holy Jesus what a woman! What a feeling! He never wanted to be without her. He rested as her pussy continued to provoke his completely drained system futilely for several more pulses.
All was quiet. Colleen grabbed Zach with her heels and held on. "Mmm, lover," she muttered from underneath him.
They caught what they could in a towel. Zach set Colleen on all fours for a second bout. She went down on her elbows as he pounded her from behind. He was deeper now. Her walls provoked and thrilled him. This time, he had staying power. He was able to ram, beat, and spank several clenching, crying orgasms out of her. The delight of her slick tightness caught up with him eventually. He finished with a plaintive roar.
Zach wanted her a third time. "My terms," Colleen said, and mounted him cowgirl style. It was good. He got to lay back and admire the exquisite beauty of the woman riding him. Her vagina was even more maddening, if such a thing were possible. She had two satisfying orgasms out of him. He rolled over and finished with two anguished squirts into her. Normally, he didn't think he would have had anything left.
Zach slept like the dead until just before the 8 AM alarm. He awoke agitated and hard. He grabbed a groggy Colleen. He wet his penis head on her slick slit and rocked into her insistently. Her hardworking puss was fully awake and orgasming strongly by the time he spilled over a few minutes later. She coaxed and teased out all his new baby cream along with his heart, his soul, and his sanity. "That was a near death experience," he croaked. She laughed and held him tight with her arms and legs. "I saw a bright light and everything," he insisted.
Colleen wanted to get going. She had to get ready to fly. Zach began thrusting again. "Just one more time," he begged.
Colleen surrendered to his madness and held on. "You loon," she muttered. Despite her skepticism, she enjoyed every minute. Zach finished with an anguished cry. His body thrashed and somehow came up with one additional dollop of hot cum. He felt hollow and satisfied. She declared herself full of spunk and raring to bounce up and fly, for fuck's sake. They grabbed their undies and flight suits. With a towel between her legs, they ran to shower together in Head B2.
After their shower, Colleen and Zach split up. She went to stow things and do preflight checks with Colby. He went to wake up Charisse and Alexis. He opened the hatch gingerly on the two lightly snoring women. A gentle announcement of "Rise and shine, girls," got a deck slipper thrown at his head by Alexis. He took off his flight suit and neatly folded it. He put his underpants, shoes, and socks on top. He climbed in behind Charisse and snuggled close.
Their alarm rang at 9 AM. Charisse got the first ride. Both women remarked at how drained of semen Zach was and made respectful noises in Colleen's direction. They knew from the meeting that she'd had him that morning. Even without the meeting, they would have somehow known, he mused. When they were done with him, they playfully threw him out and threw his clothes out after him. They were apparently trying the Michaela approach to "Don't get too attached." It wouldn't work. He thought it was adorable.
After showering, Zach went to work packing perishable medical supplies and other items that were to go back to Earth. There were also his personal items. Alexis had given him some dildos and things they'd had Berte make for them onboard. They wanted to keep them. They only had enough room or weight in their own personal allocation to bring back the toys they'd brought up.
The crew reported to the excursion vehicle at 11:30 hours to strap in. Colby closed and locked the two airlock doors leading from the dry run vessel. She closed the two excursion vehicle airlock doors. She floated to her seat, shotgun next to Colleen, and strapped in. There were more preflight checks. At noon, Colleen counted down, somewhat anticlimactically, "Five... four... three... two... one... mark." They detached and backed away from the dry run vehicle.
"No time for any of your fun and games on this trip, Alexis," said Colleen. "We'll be on the ground in Houston within two hours. However, there is a tradition for Mars excursion vehicles." She played "You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire" by Queens of the Stone Age ( Berte asked what had prompted this selection. Colleen told them the story of the three wise astronauts. The first wise astronaut, a graduate of Caltech, proposed that they play "The Ride of the Valkyries." The second wise astronaut argued, "That's so nineteenth century." He proposed they play "Radar Rider" by Riggs. The third wise astronaut argued, "That's so twentieth century. And THAT'S not Rock 'n' Roll, THIS is Rock 'n' Roll." He put on Queens of the Stone Age, and so it was decided.
They came at the Earth's atmosphere shallowly and skipped a few times before settling in. The forces on Zach's body never rose above two gravities. It felt like four gravities. They had all been living at 38% of earth's gravity for the past week. It was quite a change. Soon the force lessened and they were free falling with some kicks from the steering jets. The force went to one gravity when the parachute opened. During the descent, their cabin pressure had slowly increased from 60% of Earth normal to Earth normal. When they reached ten meters above the landing pad, the landing jets kicked in. Touchdown was barely noticeable.
Assistants arrived to unstrap them and slowly help them out of the excursion vehicle and down the stairway. A small contingent of Johnson Space Center brass were there to greet them. Zach's bones and joints crunched and ached fiercely. He kept undercompensating for the violent downward pull of gravity. The assistants whisked the crew away in wheelchairs to a series of debriefings, medical checkups, and red tape.
(To be continued)
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51: Tuesday July 21, 16:00 hours CST: Ayana
By 4 PM, the entire crew had been released after arriving back on Earth from their training week in low Earth orbit. They had each been individually pushed, poked, prodded, queried, lost, found, briefed, debriefed, lost again, examined, and tested. Khushi's pregnancy was confirmed to nobody's surprise.
The Breeding Bitches, Charisse, Alexis, and Michaela, returned to Alexis's house. This would be home base for the Breeding Bitches until launch. Trigonometry, consisting of Colby, Anming, Colleen, Berte, and Aanya, took two cars over to Colby's house. This would be home base for Trigonometry until launch. Zach had stayed with the Breeding Bitches before launch. There was a clear expectation that he would sleep with Trigonometry from now on. It was unfortunate. Trigonometry put menthol on his nose to keep him from molesting them at night. In contrast, the Breeding Bitches were thrilled to be molested as often as Zach had it in him.
Ayana and Khushi drove in one car to Ayana's house. They were followed by Zach and Colette in Zach's car. By the time the four arrived at Ayana's house, Ayana was acting giggly and stoned. She had been wolfing down marijuana wafers during the car ride. Gravity was a problem, but it was even more of a problem with Ayana unsteady on her feet. It took all four of them working carefully to get themselves and each other into the house without incident. Khushi whispered to Zach that they had worked out exactly how many marijuana wafers Ayana should ingest. She should be stoned out of her mind but still awake and functioning sexually. Ideally, she should be brought to climax as he ejaculated into her. It all sounded carefully planned.
The plan had been revised to include Colette. Her help would make it easier. The couple had rigged up a curtain near one side of their bed. Ayana was propped up on her tummy on a nice wedge pillow. She would be face to face with Khushi, who would kiss, excite, and coax her the entire time. Officially, Colette would be very pleasurably making love to Ayana's back half behind the curtain. Zach would get involved once Ayana was orgasming and ejaculate into her. That was the plan understood by all.
Soon, the three women were nude and Ayana had been positioned on the wedge. The curtain was in place. Colette quietly led Zach into the room. He could see matters progress, but Ayana couldn't see him and therefore wouldn't worry. "Can you stay here with me?" Ayana begged Khushi.
"Yes I can, my love, because now we have Colette here to help us in the back," said Khushi brightly. "Come here for a moment, Colette. You know Colette, right?"
"Oh yes, I do," Ayana moaned. "I didn't get enough of you in the restroom, sweet thing! Will you make my day and use your mouth on me again? I'll pay you anything!"
Colette leaned down, nuzzled Ayana, and gave her a long sensuous tongue kiss. "I will use my mouth on you, but that's only the beginning. I'll pleasure you, and pleasure you, and pleasure you until you're out of your mind! And Khushi can stay right here watching your beautiful face as I pleasure the hell out of you. How does that sound?"
"Oh that sounds wonderful!" Ayana cried. "When does Zach get here?"
"We'll let him in after a while," Colette told her. "But first, we'll pleasure you for a long time so you're really excited, okay? Then we'll move on to that part later."
"Sounds great!" Ayana thrilled. She was so stoned she was slurring her words. Colette returned to behind the curtain. She knelt at Ayana's backside, gently spread her labia, and painted around the juices she found there. She motioned Zach forward to get a good whiff of Ayana's sweet, meaty, citrus scent. It was divine. Colette smiled when she saw Zach's cock respond to this stimulus.
Colette took Ayana's panties, which already had a bit of a wet spot, and dabbed them on Ayana's vulva. She handed them to Zach to whiff as she worked on Ayana. Colette took him into her throat for a minute of straining, thrilling fun. She backed off to a handjob, nodding to him and smiling. His cum wasn't boiling yet, but he was ramping up nicely. She wouldn't have to do much to have him ready to go on a moment's notice.
Still jacking Zach slowly, Colette used her mouth on Ayana. "Oh sweetheart! You're going straight to my heart! Uh... huh... mmuh... aah... UHHAAAHAH!" Ayana's whole body quivered. He faintly heard Khushi kissing and saying encouraging things on the other side of the curtain. "So good! K my sweet, you must tryHAH... uuh... mmmuh... nnnhah.... heh... heee.... EEEEEEAAAAAH!" Ayana's body writhed. Colette was driving her wild.
Without warning, Colette coaxed Zach forward and placed the head of his cock at Ayana's vaginal opening. She positioned his hands on the bar holding the curtain. She reached around him on both sides to hold Ayana's hips firmly for his thrusts. Because Colette's hands would be gripping Ayana's ass tightly as Zach fucked her, it would feel to Ayana like Colette was fucking her from behind instead. "I'm gonna strap-on you out of your mind now, Ayana sweetie!" Colette announced.
"Promises, promises, oh my FUCKING GOD!" cried Ayana. Zach rocked forward into Ayana's slick, well-prepared channel. Colette pulled Ayana's hips back in synchrony with his forward thrusts. "UUAAAAAH!" cried Ayana. He felt her excited, tight, and thoroughly lesbian vagina quiver and pulse in orgasm unknowingly on his cock. Such delicious subterfuge! He felt his semen boiling hard in him. Colette had made everything ready. He would let loose at Ayana's next climax. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, "HUAAAAH!" Ayana cried out. He turned beet red with the effort of not crying out and ejaculated forcefully against the stretched back wall of Ayana's vagina. On the first squirt, her hips danced a bit, excited but confused. On the second squirt, she jumped. Colette held her hips firmly buried on his cock. At the third squirt, Ayana made a sound like, "kuhuh!" After the fourth squirt, Ayana said, "Hey, I've pissed myself!" His body was quiet. Ayana's tight vagina clipped him once more, fluttered deliciously, then stilled. Colette pulled him back slowly. He slid his penis out of Ayana's very wet and very confused vagina. Colette patted a cotton cloth tightly onto Ayana's vulva, trapping in most of the semen. She held Ayana's hips still with her other hand.
"Just relax sweetheart," soothed Khushi, "It's over! I'm so proud of you! You did so well!" Colette was holding Ayana's hips motionless and pressing the cotton cloth firmly to trap in the semen. "Just be calm, darling," Khushi soothed. "I love you so much! You're so brave!"
"Huh, that was really odd..." Ayana mumbled. Zach left the room to give them privacy.
Zach put his flight suit back on and lay on the couch, drifting. It had been pleasurable. They'd accomplished their goal. Ayana wasn't freaking out, at least not yet. In fact, she seemed to be handling it well. They were all there completely in service to Ayana. He had gotten extreme amounts of pleasure out of it as well. He supposed it was not that very different from wanting any woman to have a good time with him. Except it had been extremely impersonal by design. It had worked, though. They had climaxed together. He had been excited enough to load quite a volume in her. It was auspicious.
Colette came out and said calmly, "They're all settled. She seems happy. I made $200. Priceless, of course. Khushi promised me she would try my $20 oral, even though she insists the only woman she finds interesting is Ayana. Ayana is trying to broaden her horizons. Such antics. Are we going to be doing this all week?"
"I'm not certain, but you seem to be a hit," said Zach. "I'm booked all four times. I can certainly use your help."
"What now?" asked Colette.
"Let's go visit the Breeding Bitches. Charisse needs to get knocked up in four hours. Do your joints hurt?"
"Yes, terribly."
"Mine, too."
(To be continued)
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52: Tuesday July 21, 2043 18:00 hours CST: The Eyes of the World
Zach called ahead to Alexis's house. He kept Colette naked on the leash on the way over. He could do so with reasonable discretion, and rules were rules. Nobody saw them get into his car at Ayana's house. He was able to park right in front of Alexis's house. He had a key. He let Colette and himself in. He found Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela dozing in the bedroom. He took off his clothes. Colette took off the leash. They climbed into bed with the women. Alexis told Colette, "We are old hands at sleeping with Zach. Even in this hideous gravity, he'll wake up ready to fill Charisse up nice and full of lively wiggling sperm if we do one simple thing. Before we let him sleep, we'll give him a good whiff and a good taste of each of our cunts. Then he'll dream about us and wake up hard as diamonds and urgent as a freight train. If he grabs you rather than Charisse, give him to Charisse, okay? A nice firm slap or kick usually works." The women agreed on this plan.
"Again, you're talking about me as if I'm not right here," said Zach.
"Of course you're right here, sweet Zach," said Alexis. "Right here," she said, pulling his face up close and personal to her vulva. "Doesn't that scent make your mouth water? I didn't wash when I got home just for you. Take a good taste. Oooooh, that's right." Her bitchy slutty "fuck me" scent filled his nostrils and taste buds. He was in heaven, and forgot his objection to being spoken of in the third person. Next Charisse grabbed him by the hair and gave him a comprehensive tour of her vulva. Michaela was next. Colette came last, and she did cum; he could do it for free. Though he was tired, he didn't really want to sleep by then, but they made him. He needed to quiet down and make lots of sperm for Charisse. To calm him down, Charisse nursed him, quietly sang lullabies, and played with his hair until he conked out right next to her.
Four hours later, Zach awakened to the blissful feeling of Charisse's throat stroking on his urgent erection. He grabbed her and rutted her like a fierce animal, which she loved. She climaxed with a shrill squeal that fully roused all assembled. He roared and unleashed a flood worthy of the nickname "Sack." It flooded onto the bed. She trapped most of his semen with a towel. She tilted her hips up and rested quietly for several minutes afterwards for maximum effect. "Thank you for the baby juice, dear heart," she said.
"I'm not going to say it," said Zach.
"It's just that for regular guys like you, love implies ownership," argued Charisse. "I'll die if I'm trapped. I have to be free. I'm not convinced your love will not turn into a need to own and sorrow and anger if you don't. It's happened to me over and over, where men have misunderstood my intentions."
"I am different. You've made your intentions clear, and I'm a grown, level-headed man who understands your intentions," replied Zach.
"You leading Colette around naked on a leash gives me the heebee-jeebees," said Charisse.
"I didn't intend to frighten you by doing that. I'm sorry," said Zach. "I assumed you would understand. That's my mistake, and I'm sorry."
"Charisse," Colette said. "It's something I like and I want. My husband masterminded it. Zach kind of hates it, in fact. He does it for my husband and me. You should have seen the look on his face when he first put the collar on me. True, he is sexually dominant in some ways, including some ways I know you enjoy, but he doesn't want to run your life."
"Listen to yourself," said Charisse. "He's got the Stepford Wives over there all wearing chokers."
"Wait, you, just one moment," Michaela rose angrily. "Is gift from me. If you don't like, blame me. Their group is not for me, but I get. I offer Aanya Breeding Bitch future of new sex partner every day, every hour. She crazy did not want, only Zachary. I respect that, not resist. Is what she wants now. Is gift for her. Still hope to fill her life with the joy of many men, sorry Zach," All the women chuckled at this.
Zach interjected, "Would it surprise you to know I agree? I should not be the only man who has ever given Aanya sexual pleasure. I want her to have real choices in her life, painful as it would be to lose her. I want the same for Berte, even though it would be excruciating for me to lose her. I never want my love to be selfish. Now Colby, Anming, and Colleen have had other romantic relationships. I trust them more to know their own minds. Ultimately, I want all of you, and especially all our children, to lead fulfilling lives, whatever that means for you."
"Now, this is exactly my problem with Zach," said Colette. She was turned away from him, towards the other women. "He wants the rest of us to lead fulfilling lives with no thought of his own. He is so other-oriented he never thinks of what he wants. If it meant him robbing his service to others even un petite peu to bring himself joy, he wouldn't. And that weakens us all, and all our children, I would assert. Either we're all fulfilled, or none of us really are. Okay, whew. I will shut up now."
"Excellent point, Colette," said Alexis.
"Would you take up that cause, Alexis, and talk to everybody about it, make sure Zach gets himself fulfilled? Because my ass and vulva are itching, you know?" said Colette.
"I understand honey," said Alexis, "I absolutely will. I am a domme, so I will have no problem making everybody make Zach love himself. You know what I mean. Not that simple. But, you know what I mean."
"I think I can hold off, because I'm not talking to him," said Colette. "He hates disciplining me."
"I didn't hear Colette say anything," said Zach. "What makes me happy is to be around happy people. What fulfills me is to be around fulfilled people. Now, back to serving others without the least thought of myself." He positioned himself between Charisse's legs and stroked his semi-tumescent member. "Yes, this will hurt me more than it hurts you, dearest."
"Zach, I give up, I love you, you've done your duty," Charisse told him gently. "Go home and hug your Stepford Wives."
"Not so fast, raccoon girl," Alexis said. "We still need to get off." She leaned over and sucked Zach's cock down into her throat. Michaela joined her, and soon Zach was on his back. Alexis was riding his cock. Michaela was riding his face. With the peeks Michaela allowed him, Colette looked thirsty, so Zach ordered her to play with herself and let him know when she could. When she got to sounding desperate, Michaela let him up so that he could order Colette to climax. He gave the order, and she climaxed.
Zach took Michaela from behind while she performed oral on Colette. Alexis generously bought Michaela the pleasure of bringing Colette to three orgasms. Colette had $580 in her insemination fund after this.
They were all exhausted from the gravity. It was nearing midnight. Zach sent a group text to Trigonometry that he was coming home, and was there a spare bedroom for Colette? Anming texted that Colette was welcome and that a bedroom would be prepared for her. He and Colette hugged and kissed Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela goodbye. This amounted to ten minutes of hugging, kissing, groping, and fingering. He towed a nude Colette on her leash out of Alexis's house and to his car. They were getting more used to the change in gravity. They drove to Colby's.
Zach and Colette arrived around midnight. Anming answered the door and ushered them in. "You're going to catch a cold," she told Colette. She had the menthol ready to put under his nose.
"What is this?" Colette asked.
"It's menthol to put on Zachary's nose so that our smell doesn't disturb his rest," explained Anming.
"Do you want them to do this to you, Zach?" asked Colette.
"I'd rather skip it," said Zach.
"Of course, my husband," Anming replied. She closed the jar and put it back in the pocket of her bathrobe.
"Now what do you want, Zach?" asked Colette.
"I want Anming. I want to see her body," said Zach.
Anming heard this. She looked at Colette with embarrassment and lowered her eyes. "Yes, my husband," she said meekly, and untied and dropped her robe. Her almond skin, perfect dark-nippled breasts, and adorable tribble muff sprang into view. Zach approached her, bent, and kissed her gently and then with more passion. He had missed her. He grabbed her to him tightly with one arm. He pressed his tongue in, filling her tiny mouth. With his other hand, he gently and lovingly stroked the unruly fur between her legs. She weakly pushed against him and broke the kiss. "Please," she begged, "Not in front of our guest."
Zach felt in Anming's trembling body that despite her protest, the exchange was exciting her. She was pushing him away in a token fashion. Her hips were tilting forward to encourage his delicate strokes through her bush, and perhaps lower. "Sweetheart, I've named your bush The Eternal Forest." She got a completely confused look on her face. He told both women about his conversation with Colleen. He told how the wives had noticed he favored Anming's muff.
"I can understand why," remarked Colette, "Anming is exquisite from head to toe. So brilliant, so precise, so meek towards you Zach, yet when unveiled, wild at her center. I'm enthralled."
"Don't be so polite," insisted Anming. "You are a tall, pale, elegant, international woman with supermodel looks. All eyes fixate on you and desire you as you accompany Zachary everywhere and compliment him like an exotic pet. I'm just a scarred-up old hag."
"Scarred? I don't-" began Colette, and then she stopped. Anming's plastic surgery had been the best in the world. It wasn't perfect at the range of a few feet. "Oh." Colette was struck dumb, not knowing whether to draw attention to her barely noticeable observation. She looked at Anming with fear and concern.
"I know about it," said Zach, "but Anming should be the one to tell you."
"Before I was released by my country to travel, I was imprisoned and tortured by a high ranking bureaucrat," Anming offered. She choked out, "and raped."
Colette stepped forward and hugged them both, overcome. "Je ne peux pas l'imaginer."
They stood there huddled together in the oppressive gravity for a few minutes. Zach's fingers continued to gently and comfortingly trail back and forth through Anming's muff. She said, "Zachary is my strength."
"I will do anything for Anming," said Zach. "She's a much better person than I could ever be." Anming's reverence for Colette and her leash didn't go unnoticed by him. "You are my treasured one, Anming," he said. He unbuckled the collar and leash from Colette and buckled it onto Anming's neck just below her ultrablack circlet. "Be at my side as my favored one," he sternly ordered Anming.
"I obey, my husband," said Anming, her eyes lowered.
Zach put a finger under her chin and raised her face to look into his. "Hold your head proudly as my exquisite companion."
"Yes, my husband," said Anming.
Colette was beaming. "Look at Zach showing up. You are her strength."
"You delight me, Colette," said Zach. "I would invite you to sleep with me, but without the menthol, I'm concerned. I'm usually very urgent overnight, and I take my sleeping companions vaginally and bareback."
"I'll sleep with you," said Colette. "When I slept with you at Alexis's, I would have diverted you to Charisse. Here, I'll divert you to one of the others, or satisfy you with my mouth, or whatever's appropriate. If you want me to sleep with you, take what you want. I can handle the details."
"Subject to my spouse's wishes, I want you to sleep with us every night, then," said Zach. "Please see to it that I don't accidentally violate any rules or instructions during our sleep time together."
"Happily," said Colette. "Thank you for bringing me in, Zach. It's a bold move."
The rest of Trigonometry was asleep in Colby's bedroom. They roused as Zach, Anming, and Colette entered. They'd been dozing all afternoon, fighting off the effects of the increased gravity. "Menthol doesn't work for me anymore," he announced. "And I want Colette to join us tonight, if that's okay with everybody."
"Look at you, all on a leash," said Colleen to Anming. Anming beamed at Colleen and met her gaze confidently, which was startling. "Look at you," said Colleen again.
"I have no objections," said Colby. "But I need my baby making sleep. I'm getting a baby put in me tomorrow morning, after all." She grabbed Zach by the face. "I'll come get you at 4 AM." He looked at her with concern. She added, "Don't worry about me, baby, go as wild as you want on these bitches. Oh, ahem, wives, and guest wife? I can wait for you to recharge after I steal you away." She gave him a passionate, emotional, intense kiss, looked away, and left the room. He didn't know what to think of her these days.
"I'm fine with everything," said Colleen. "I'm happy to get an extra dose if you wake up. I'd be foolish to discourage the man I'm trying to have a baby with during my fertile week."
Berte gave Zach intense eye contact as Aanya spoke for them. "For Berte and me," said Aanya, "Firstly, welcome, Colette. Secondly, you may have us anytime, anywhere, lover." In response, he hugged and kissed Colleen, Berte, and Aanya.
"This unworthy and heavily scarred carcass exists to amuse you," began Anming, "I'm sorry to mention that I remain infirm from your recent constant attention. As you ordered me to be healthy for your unrelenting attention next week. Perhaps I should leave."
Zach said, "You're at my side as my favored one. But I see your point. I'll sleep on one side of the bed right here with you sleeping on the floor here next to me. I want you close, my favored one. Yes, make a comfy nest for yourself there. Good. Here's a pillow. Colleen will sleep on the bed next to me. If I spill into you, Colleen, please put Berte in your place. Berte, please put Aanya. Aanya, switch back to Colleen."
"Aren't you going to sample the scents and tastes of your women's vulvas before you retire, Zach?" mentioned Colleen. "I know you want to."
"Excellent suggestion," said Zach. He started on the floor with Anming and worked through them all with delicious reverence and enjoyment. He left Colleen, Berte, and Aanya hoping he would get to them in the night. Anming thought of her upcoming fertile week and being ready to handle Zach's attention. Colette thought of her upcoming breeding the next day. If she was lucky, he might find time to have her anally or with a condom before then. With that, they all drifted to sleep in a mildly horny mood.
Like clockwork, Zach woke up at 1 AM and had Colleen. She was wet and took him easily and with great pleasure. They orgasmed together. At 2 AM, it was Berte's turn. She was very wet and climaxed multiple times. At 3 AM, Aanya got her turn. She was also well-prepared to take him. She had stewed on the matter and overheard the others being taken in turn. "Please rape me," she whimpered, and climaxed unrelentingly as he quietly manhandled her. He held her head firmly by her hair and choked her as he finished. Anming was jostled awake several times. He never let go of the leash while he was making love to the three women.
At 4 AM, Colby came to fetch Zach. He debated with himself whether to ask to bring Anming or leave her. Colby had been acting strange, thus his hesitation. "I want Anming to come with us," he said.
"This is my time," said Colby.
Zach had two conflicting promises. He hadn't been explicit about how long he'd be inseparable with Anming. He'd expected it to be more than four hours. His time with Colby was officially 8 AM. There was a tacit agreement since the meeting that he'd be stolen away between 4 AM and 8 AM. He didn't want to argue with Colby. He didn't want to let Anming down.
Anming solved Zach's problem by gently removing the leash from his hand. "I will patiently wait here for your return, my husband." She crawled into his warm spot in the bed and turned away from them. What a treasure she was. Without another word, Zach followed Colby to the bedroom next door.
Zach and Colby slid under the sheets together. "I want to have your baby," she said, as if confirming it to herself. He kissed her and ran his hands over her body. She stroked his rapidly hardening cock. She was wet like she'd been masturbating beforehand. "Let's see how much you've got," she said, positioning her vulva. She spread it with one hand while stroking his penis across it with the other. She tapped her wet opening with it. She slid it across the slick dent of her vaginal opening, bump, bump, bump. She was hot to go.
Zach pushed into Colby and conquered her slick, dripping, nearly penis-bendingly tight vagina in a few strokes. He curled her up into breeding position. She said, "Oh yeah!" He plowed straight down into her with the tremendous force Earth gravity allowed him. From the start, she whimpered with every stroke. "Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... ieugh... hunn... Zack! Huh! Let me... EEAAAAAH!" She unleashed a blood-curdling howl that startled him with its vehemence. Then back to, "Fuck me! Ohmygod... ohmygod... goddamn... Huh! Huh! HYUH! HYUH! HYUH! HYUH! EEAAAAAH!" Another loud screech. It was orgasm after orgasm for her. She was not being shy about letting the whole house know her ecstatic state. As he held her tightly and slammed two thick pulses of hot semen into her, she howled, "EAAH! EEEEAAAAUGH!" Her cries sounded almost painful. He had a passing concern they would think he was killing her in here.
Zach pulled out straight up and gave Colby a towel. Gravity was still fierce this morning, but it didn't bite so cruelly as yesterday. He had sure missed the kind of crazy force the beefy gravity of Earth allowed him. "I trust that you came what you got for?"
"Heh. Dammit. Goddamn, baby," Colby said, tears beginning to spill from her eyes, "It's better and better every time."
"Are you okay?" Zach asked.
"I don't know the first thing about you," said Colby. "This is all backwards."
"We have the power to set it right," Zach said. "Ever since we first saw each other, we both said to ourselves, 'I want that one.' Didn't we?"
"Yes," admitted Colby.
"We're fulfilling only a little of the promise of that so far, I agree. We both want so much more, and we'll have it," Zach insisted. "Pretty soon we'll be finishing each other's sentences."
"Remember that Colorado trip I talked about?" asked Colby.
"Great idea," said Zach. "When can we go?"
"I'll look into it," said Colby. "I think you and I can probably get away three weeks or so from now."
"Seems like it would be wrong to leave everybody else behind," asked Zach.
"Suddenly this is sounding more like a convention than a getaway," said Colby.
"I want the trip to live up to your expectations," said Zach. "I can give slide presentations about my childhood."
Colby grabbed a deck slipper off the floor and started whacking him playfully about the head and shoulders with it. "Not the butt! Not the butt!" Zach cried. They had a tickle fight.
When they had calmed, Colby said, "You're right. I chose them. I said yes. I can't hold back now. But there must be Colby time. Hours and hours of it. And we'll schedule other one-on-one time for anyone who wants."
"But then I'll have to do my slide show, like, six times," said Zach.
"Are you serious? Do you show up at a romantic date with a laptop?" said Colby.
"I do if my date wants to give me a lap dance," Zach quipped. Colby whacked him with the slipper. "But seriously, it might be fun AND informative."
"Fine, when you scare off the others with this shockingly unromantic notion, there will be more for me." On that note, they drifted off to sleep.
The alarm sounded at 8 AM. Zach got his face between Colby's legs before she'd fully awakened. He huffed in her sultry, musky, spicy, oatmeal cookie scent. It was sweet. It was heady. It was unforgettable. He savored her vulva. He tried out things he'd observed Colette doing to great effect. The thorough loving he gave her anus was intensely erotic for her. She was embarrassed, "Don't let anyone see us doing this," she moaned. This was truly nasty for her, and she got off on the nastiness of it.
As with last night, Zach took Colby like a piledriver. He was really getting her number, at least her number of the moment. She shrieked like a banshee over and over. She surely awakened the whole house. At the end, he overflowed her. He went in her again and churned the mess into a froth. She cursed and howled like murder. It was a very intense time. He was exhausted after. Gravity pinned him immobile to the sweat-and-cum-filled sheets for some time after. Colby remained in piledriver position afterwards hoping that this was the time.
They crawled out of the bed and met the day. Colby handed out breakfast in the kitchen. Zach led Anming, naked, on the leash. As he had ordered, she held her head high. She was still struggling with showing her body casually and unselfconsciously. A nude Colette stayed close to them, completely unselfconscious. The contrast especially gave him a nasty thrill whenever he ran his eyes over Anming's, breasts, muff, and delicate slit. They ate and chatted with the others.
Berte ran shrieking out of the bathroom. They all ran and collided with her in the hall. Speechless, she held up her positive pregnancy test for all to see. The household erupted in loud cheering. Colby called Alexis and Ayana. The party would be at Colby's house at 8 PM that evening.
They were all ecstatic. Khushi's pregnancy might have been a fluke, but Berte's pregnancy added a lot to the picture. It could still just be luck, but Zach was now an astonishing 2 for 3 on his first week of inseminations. Aanya still had several days to join the other two. It was infinitely more probable that he was prolific. Colby was beaming ear to ear and rubbing her tummy as though she were already carrying her child. "I have a good feeling about this morning," she grinned.
"You ought to," said Colleen. "You sounded like a pack of wolves attacking a room full of squeaky toys in there."
Berte announced, "If she's a girl, I'll name her Anna after my mother. If he's a boy, I'll name him Jan after my father. If they are gender queer, I will name them Janna after both my parents."
Anming was mortified to venture outside naked. She did her best to follow Colette's calm nudity. It was a short walk to the car. There were a few people at a distance on the street. They must have seen, but they did not stare. Zach was concerned about publicity, but could also see how good this was being for Anming, so he was torn. They would have to cut it out after the press conference. The news services would be all over them at random after that point.
There was a frat boy right there as Zach pulled up into Alexis's driveway. He saw the two women. One was nude and calm. The other was naked, cowering, and wild-eyed. The young man was looking casually at both women, trying to act cool.
Zach got out and opened the passenger door for Anming. His wishes were clear, and she climbed out and stood up. In doing so she further exposed her attributes to the young man standing right next to her. The young man asked Zach in as calm a voice as he could muster, "Dude, can I touch?"
Colette diffused the situation. She climbed out on the other side of the young man and stroked his stiffening erection through his jeans. "Do you have $20?" she asked. This proved enough of a distraction for Anming to make her escape into Alexis's house. Zach returned to check on Colette. She had the young man's penis in her throat. It was a good sturdy size. The young man was quivering, holding onto the cars with both arms, barely able to stand. As Zach approached, the young man made a sound like "Yawp!" Colette disgorged him to squirt excitedly and artistically into her mouth, on her chin and neck, and all over her breasts. The young man slumped to his knees. She bent over and mouthed his cock, sucking the last dregs of semen from it.
"You look like you've seen an angel," said Zach.
"Hnnn. Oh gosh," was all the young man could muster. Colette's showed her phone to Zach. Her insemination fund now stood at an even $600.
Zach and Colette strolled into Alexis's place. When they entered the bedroom, Alexis said, "I smell fresh cum!" The Breeding Bitches leapt up to lick the cum off Colette wherever they could find it. Zach ruled it a friendly greeting rather than anything that had to be paid for. Anming looked upon the scene with dismay.
They were full of questions for Colette about the young man whose semen they were ingesting. His name was Todd. He had only ever had one blowjob before this one, from his fiancee; there had been teeth. Zach expressed surprise Todd lasted as long as he did. Colette related that Todd had just enjoyed carnal pleasures with his fiancee several times in a row before happening upon this opportunity. The fiancee's ecstatically horny virginal scent had been all over him. The Breeding Bitches were green with envy.
Alexis announced that the Breeding Bitches would organize a gangbang for Colette. They would invite the young people of frat and sorority row and the dorms. All participants would wear masks once they were cleared to enter the fray. A student body card would be required to get in the door. This would weed out reporters. Phones would be checked at the door. One of those damping fields would prevent cameras and other recording devices from operating in the room. Colette would be the center of attention. The Breeding Bitches would fluff or have whatever other fun they wanted. Alexis would hire a local orgy security service she had used on several occasions. Zach announced to everybody that he would be leading a masked Anming around the event. He would be involving her in various voyeuristic and light petting activities, nothing hardcore. Alexis approved, remarking that Anming would surely be "one hot kitten in the sack" later that evening after participating.
At noon, it was time for Alexis's insemination. For fun, she bought some expert fluffing from Colette. Alexis was always ready to go, even with men as big as Zach. When they got down to it, she continued to buy oral from Colette. It had a very beneficial effect. Alexis had the longest and most powerful orgasm he had ever seen out of her. It lasted all during his ejaculation. Additionally, Colette rammed a finger onto Zach's prostate at the magic moment. He emptied fully and spectacularly into Alexis's womb. Even Anming agreed it was an interesting thing to witness. Colette earned $400 in the encounter for a total insemination fund of $1,000, enough to pay for her next insemination.
They all washed off together in Alexis's luxurious shower. They all dressed in their flight suits. It was press conference time. The Breeding Bitches, Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela, took one car. Zach drove Anming and Colette in his.
They were there an hour early. Zach received permission to call the women he'd been dating before the press conference. He wanted to break the news to them in private. The news of his relationship with Khushi and perhaps even her pregnancy would become public knowledge. Khushi also had one phone call to make. Zach had five phone calls to make. He always had problems saying no to women.
Zach didn't reach the first woman and left voicemail. "Olivia, it's Zach. Please call me back." He had been dating Olivia on and off for three months now. She was a banker he'd met online. She was a few years younger than him, and quite pretty. She was too excitable for Zach, but she was a lot of fun. He hadn't had the willpower to break up with her. All his girlfriends knew about the risk that he might be leaving for Mars. He was the most worried about how Olivia would react. Hopefully she would call him back before he had to walk on stage for the press conference.
Zach had been seeing Sidonie off and on for six years. Her two husbands, soon to be three husbands, didn't know about Zach. Sidonie was a housewife and semi-professional blogger. Her husbands made plenty of money. They were the same age, and she was beautiful, but also had some kind of animal magnetism that fascinated him. It wasn't just him. It affected most other men as well, apparently. They had met because she did a thing on radiation sickness years ago. "Hello?"
"Sidonie, it's Zach."
"Zach!" said Sidonie, "I was wondering when I was going to hear from you again! Every weekend like clockwork, and then bam, no return texts or messages. You'd better have a good explanation."
"I was picked for the first Mars colony mission sixteen days ago," Zach said. "There's been a news blackout. I'm sorry, Sidonie."
"I knew this would happen," said Sidonie. "You're the expert they can't do without. This is great news. I'm so happy for you. We had some wonderful years, Zach. I hoped it would last forever. You know, Zach, if you were guaranteed to stay on Earth, I would have left Liam and Noah for you. And Oliver. I'll miss you, Zach, really I will."
"Oh that's right! How is Oliver working out?" asked Zach.
"He hasn't moved in," reported Sidonie, "but it's in the planning stages."
"And how do you handle the sex? Is it one after the other boom, boom, boom? All at once? I have more than a passing interest in this subject, all of a sudden," confessed Zach.
"What are you getting into, Zach?" Sidonie asked.
"Watch the press conference, and you'll see," said Zach. "Will you ever tell them about me? Not about the leaving them part, of course, but about seeing me?"
"I've already let it drop that I once dated an astronaut," said Sidonie. "They've never been curious about it. I think it's very healthy that they have no interest in my past relationships."
"I bet they'd be interested if you mentioned you were currently spending Sunday afternoons with me again."
"You're awful," Sidonie said. "But that's not the point."
"I suppose not," said Zach.
"So, are you going to be a stranger now?" Sidonie asked.
"Do you want me not to be?" asked Zach.
"Zachary Carson, you are a literal fool," Sidonie said.
"Okay," said Zach. "I'll call you Saturday to talk about Sunday." They hung up.
Emma was a yoga teacher, very young, very hot. He had met her at a Bikram session and asked her out for coffee. They had hit it off. "Hello?"
"Emma, it's Zach. I'm sorry I haven't called."
"Zach! I'm happy to hear from you! I've been thinking that maybe you didn't want to go on another date," Emma said.
"It wasn't that. Do you remember I told you I might be picked for a mission?" Zach said.
"Oh no," Emma said, "Did you?"
"Yes," Zach said.
"When are you coming back?" asked Emma.
"I'm never coming back," said Zane.
"What?" Emma scoffed. "You're going to live on the moon?"
"No, remember? On Mars," Zach said.
"Are you blowing smoke up my ass?" said Emma. "That's not a thing."
"It is now," said Zach. "I'm one of the first twelve people. They're announcing it later today."
"Huh," said Emma, obviously still skeptical. "There was that magical day and night. After a week, I figured that was your way of saying goodbye. And that I was a fool. You touched my heart, Zach. Deep in my heart. I've never felt that way before. And then you disappeared without another word."
"I'm very sorry, Emma. I couldn't communicate. They would have shot me or something," explained Zach. "Thank you for our five dates. I had a wonderful time. It ended way too soon."
"Are you just going to disappear?" said Emma. "You know if this is some sort of thing with you, you can just tell me the truth."
"Honestly, I'm telling the truth. Watch the news," Zach said. "I'm leaving in December, on the thirteenth."
"You said it would be years!" Emma said angrily.
"I said it would PROBABLY be years," said Zach. "It's not like I've permanently left Earth before. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"
"You dirty dog," Emma growled. "I'll think about it. You can call me later."
Zach called Ava. "What? Zach? I thought you'd 'lost' my number." Ava and Zach had met through mutual friends. She was a nurse. Young. Very nice.
"What? No," Zach said. "I couldn't call you. NASA would have shot me or something. I've been picked for a mission. I'm leaving Earth permanently, like I told you I might."
"Honestly dear heart, you talked a good line, but I thought you were one of those one night stand people. But what a one night stand," she said. "You fucker. You FUCKER! Why did I have to start caring about you?"
"I thought I'd have years, Ava, honestly," said Zach. "If you want to get together for coffee and talk or anything, I'd be happy to."
"I'll think about it," replied Ava. "Goodbye, Zach."
Becky Barnes was probably the best corporate attorney in Houston. A dating service she had retained found him for her. She was a few years older than him, a knockout. They'd been seeing each other fairly regularly and seriously for over two years. "You went to space?" she said when she answered.
"Yes," said Zach. "And before that, they wouldn't let us call."
"So you're finally going," Becky said.
"Yes, December thirteenth," said Zach.
"But that's a long time from now," Becky said.
"Yes, twenty weeks or something," said Zach.
"So you'll see me," said Becky.
"Whatever you want," said Zach. "You know I can't resist you."
"Tonight," Becky said.
"I can't," said Zach. "There's an event. NASA only."
"Later tonight, then," said Becky.
"I can't," said Zach.
"So you've already hooked up?" Becky asked.
"Yes," said Zach.
"That's quick work," said Becky. "But I knew it would be. Lady-killer. Is she young?"
"Yes."
"Of course she is. And of course she's a knockout. And she's an astronaut, so she's in top physical shape. I bet she's dark, exotic, and from a foreign country. I bet she speaks a dozen languages and has massive knockers," said Becky.
"I don't know about the dozen languages," Said Zach sheepishly.
"I should have gotten that boob job," Becky said despondently.
"Please don't disfigure yourself," said Zach. "Your breasts are perfect. What's wrong is that you're not going to Mars. We could really use you up there. What the hell do we know about forming a legal system?"
"When can we meet, then?" Becky prompted.
"I'm really busy this week," said Zach.
"Sure, sure, when?" asked Becky.
"Let me look at my schedule," said Zach. "Whee-ooo. The twenty-ninth?"
"But that's a week from now, you bastard, you torturer," said Becky. "I've been around a long time. I demand seniority."
"It's important," said Zach. "Not that you aren't important," he hastily added. "It's work. Seriously."
"Very well," said Becky. "Noon. Until the morning of the thirtieth."
"Happily," said Zach.
"I'll have something to show you," said Becky.
"I hope," said Zach.
"I'm serious, Zach. And I'm going to wear you out," Becky said.
"I hope," said Zach. They hung up. So that was all five of the women Zach had been dating. It didn't go too badly. Of course they weren't happy about it. Neither was he, in a way.
There was polite applause as the crew filed out on stage and took their seats. Pete Frankel, NASA's press liaison, introduced them. "From left to right we have Doctor Charisse Roberts and Doctor Aanya Ghosh. They are botanists working to adapt plants to the Martian environment. Next are Nobel Prize Winning Cosmologist Doctor Anming Tang and her associate Doctor Michaela Petrova. They will be continuing their theoretical work on Mars as well as dealing with a host of planetological issues. These are our physicians and surgeons, Doctor Ayana Dean and Doctor Zach Carson. Doctor Carson is the world's leading expert on long-term radiation illnesses. In the middle is Colonel Colleen Bruno, a veteran astronaut and our mission commander. Everybody here is, I'm sure, aware of her heroism during the Prometheus 17 mission. Next we have Doctor Alexis Warren and Doctor Colette Alexandre, both renowned geologists. They will managing the gathering of raw materials for the colony. On the right we have our three engineers. Doctor Berte Kaufman is a renowned experimental physicist. She will be focused on the colony's energy systems. Doctor Khushi Gupta will be focused on the colony's manufacturing systems. Doctor Colby Lincoln is the codebase, control systems, and robotics expert."
There followed twenty minutes of pleasantries and thank yous from a number of high level NASA officials. There was a slickly produced video describing the basics of the crew's voyage to Mars. The Excursion Vehicle would contain the crew and their supplies. The Excursion Vehicle would be set atop the Launch Vehicle for the launch from Earth. They would launch for Mars on December thirteenth. The Launch Vehicle would deliver the Excursion Vehicle to orbit and return to Earth for reuse. The Excursion Vehicle would rendezvous and dock with the Interplanetary Vehicle. The Interplanetary Vehicle was a craft that continuously traveled between Earth and Mars. It passed close to Earth every 390 days, or about every year. It passed close to Mars every 780 days, or every other time it passed close to the Earth. The Earth to Mars trip took 195 days, or 28 weeks. The crew would live on the Interplanetary Vehicle during that time. When the Interplanetary Vehicle reached the vicinity of Mars, the crew would climb back into the Excursion Vehicle and undock. They would land on the surface of Mars using the Excursion Vehicle. That would be on the Earth date June 25, 2044, which was the Mars Darian calendar date of Taurus 9, 231.
The colony would land and live on the Amazonis Plain in the Shadow of Olympus Mons. It was the tallest planetary mountain in the solar system. There, automated machinery and preceding manned missions had built a large domed habitat for the first several hundred colonists. Domes would continue to be built as the population of Mars grew. This choice of colony location was made for two main reasons. The first reason was that a wide variety of minerals were available there. The other reason was that the view was spectacular. Tourism was projected to be the mainstay of the Martian economy in the early years.
Questions came from the assembled reporters. "Squee Hammond, DeDev Media. Who gave Doctor... uh... Charisse there two black eyes? Was there a fight? Was it Carson?"
Frankel said, "I believe that's covered in your press briefing. Doctor Roberts slipped and fell. Doctor Carson, who was on call at the time, was at her side within moments. There was no concussion. Getting used to Martian gravity is tricky. You don't stick to the floor as well when you only weigh 38% of what you're used to."
"Roberta Watkins, VPVN News. This crew has only one man and eleven women. How is that supposed to work? And a follow-up question. Is... uh... Doctor Carson the luckiest man in the history of space travel?" There was laughter.
Frankel replied, "We've sent the most qualified people for this mission, as we do with every mission. I assert your question is sexist. In the history of space travel, how many crews have been entirely made up of men? Or had only one woman? Did anybody ask whether she was the luckiest woman in the history of space travel? One moment. I'm being told that it has been asked. But you get my point. Either way, it's sexist. Allow me to fully answer your question. People are appropriately curious about how Mars will reach reasonable gender balance. Suffice it to say we confidently project that this will happen in less than a generation."
"Zinka Trelly, Wand Media. You didn't really answer Roberta's question at all. What are you hiding? Let's hear from the mission commander."
Colleen replied, "We're not hiding anything. We'll be too busy for the first few years for romance to be much of a priority for any of us. By then, there will be plenty of men. And to answer your second question, I'll refer that one to Doctor Carson."
Zach said, "Am I the happiest man in the history of space travel? Yes, yes I am. First of all, I really am very happy to be included in this mission. Second of all, I don't want to live with the consequences of answering no." There was laughter.
"Winnie Topelma, It's Now News. I have a follow-up question for Doctor Carson. Have you paired up with any of your crewmates yet, and if so, which are the best in bed?"
"Are you trying to get me killed?" answered Zach, garnering more laughter. "Actually, I have gotten serious with a crewmate, yes. It seems to be working out."
The reporters erupted in a cacophony of asking who it was.
"It's me," Khushi piped up. The reporters fought to ask the next question.
Frankel stood up and waved his arms. "This will be organized. You, Mumbai Now."
"Vikram Rajani, yes, Mumbai Now. Miss Gupta, Doctor Gupta. Was it the superior size of your breasts that allowed you to win the catfight?"
"No, it's okay Pete," said Khushi. "To be perfectly honest, Zach is not particularly a breast man. He has been a practicing doctor for years. He has seen, poked, prodded, and cured all the breasts. He is very cerebral. I think he loves all body parts equally. I believe it was my mother's pastries that made the difference. But I'm joking. It wasn't a competition. Many of us were interested in him, but for us both, it was love from first sight. Everybody knew this as soon as we met."
"Okay, next question," said Frankel hastily.
"Ricardi Montag, Tragic Roller. Doctor Carson, could it really be true that you like a kneecap as much as a bajingo?"
Zach answered, "I prefer whatever I have a good grip on." More laughter.
"And a follow up question. Have you knocked her up?"
There was an uncomfortable silence from the panel. The reporters began to buzz. Pete nodded to Khushi. She answered, "Actually, I found out I was pregnant on the eighteenth, when we were in orbit."
This caused another feeding frenzy among the reporters. Questions were shouted out. "Are you sure the baby is his?" "Does that mean the baby is illegitimate?" "It really was the milkers, wasn't it? And those hips!" "Does he make you orgasm reliably?" "Are you and Zach together only for the baby's sake?"
Frankel blew a loud horn, and the reporters quieted down. "I think it's the first time we've ever had to use this boat horn here at NASA. We'll have another press conference where you can get all your questions answered about Doctor Carson, Doctor Gupta, and their forthcoming child. Let's move on to other topics."
"Allen Tig, Hawoocha News Service. I have a question for Doctor Carson. I have a hard time believing, handsome man that you are, that you didn't at least tap a lot of that before coming to a decision. My question is which have you dated, and why did you reject them?"
Zach waved Frankel off and said, "You have to realize that we've all known each other for just over two weeks. I might as well relate to you, since you'll know soon enough and do the math yourself, Khushi and I first met when she arrived from India on the tenth. As you've already learned, she tested positive on the eighteenth. So the baby must have been conceived that very evening. As Khushi said, for us both, from the moment we met, we knew our love was real and very intense."
The reporters buzzed. "Crelda Matthews, Sun Chronicle Limited. Miss Gupta, do you believe it's appropriate for a woman to have unprotected sex with a man she has just met?"
Frankel looked uncomfortable. Khushi replied, "Depends on the man." There was laughter at this. She continued, "But seriously, astronauts are tested all the time. We knew we had nothing to fear with regard to sexually transmitted diseases. This is not the case in general. I would not recommend this to any woman except with an astronaut." More laughter.
"A followup. There are serious questions of propriety here. Do you believe it's appropriate for a woman to have any kind of sex with a man she just met?"
Khushi replied, "My parents didn't raise a dummy. Under the circumstances, considering how I felt, was I going to leave Zachary on the market block? Risk a chance of him slipping away? I challenge any woman to say she would have." More buzz from the reporters.
Frankel said, "Look, I thought we agreed, no more questions about Doctor Carson's and Doctor Gupta's relationship. That will be covered in a separate press conference tomorrow at 2 PM, okay?"
"Charlotte Weymouth, Cosmology Today. There are legitimate questions to be asked about the situation. Is this pregnancy safe given the level of radiation exposure on the trip to Mars?"
Frankel said, "Okay, this is definitely a question for Doctor Carson. He is the world's foremost expert on such matters."
Zach answered, "The Interplanetary Vehicle has a lot of radiation shielding, but you're right to be concerned. Developing fetuses are most vulnerable to radiation in the first eighteen weeks of gestation. Since we're launching after then, there's minimal risk to the fetus."
"What about the week you just spent in orbit?"
"Radiation is a cumulative danger, so a week in low Earth orbit doesn't pose much danger."
"Shouldn't you have returned to Earth as soon as you learned of the pregnancy?"
"We talked about it and thought it would be overreacting."
"Next question," Frankel insisted.
"Snanick Hoffsis, Eternal Gentleman. This is a question for all the ladies. Will you wear bras on Mars?"
"Who wants to answer that?" asked Frankel.
Berte raised her hand and said, "No."
"I must say, young lady, yum. I hope my publication sends me to visit Mars soon."
"Thank you," said Berte, "You're welcome. Okay."
Frankel said, exasperated, "Could the members of the press roll up their tongues and ask sensible questions?"
"Martin Lovelock, Cosmic Consciousness. This is a question for the man. What if something scary happens and the rest of the crew panics?"
Everybody was horrified. Zach answered, "As you all know, Colonel Bruno, Colleen, saved her entire crew at great personal risk to herself. I assure you, in any emergency where she is less than cool, I will have already fainted dead away."
"I have a follow up question. Will the women be able to work together? Won't there be catfights? And fights over Zach?" Everybody kept being horrified.
"Asked and answered," said Frankel. "Next question."
"Natdel Iffen, Oloma Weekly. Isn't it true that Miss Gupta struck Miss Roberts, and that's how she got the black eyes?"
"Absolutely not," said Frankel. "Next question."
"Kaden Zwanick, CosCitGeo. Do you mean to tell us there was no fighting or bargaining over Doctor Carson's affections at all?"
Alexis piped up, "Khushi was supposed to have bribed us all with her mother's pastries. But I haven't received mine yet." There was some laughter at this.
"I have a follow up question I believe is relevant, because it involves the rest of the crew. Miss Gupta, will you be lending Zach to your crewmates at all?"
Khushi answered, "We plan to have a traditional Indian or American marriage, so no. But I'm sure I could get a lot for him." This brought laughter. "I could skip all my chores."
"Mangalo Oppen, Conspiracy Times. Is there any truth to the rumor that Doctor Carson poisoned the other male candidates so that he could have all the women to himself?"
"No," said Frankel. "Next question."
"Alain Hooten, GerBuBu. Doctor Carson, as you probably know, studies of relationships show that for the vast majority of men, physical attributes dominate the early stages of a relationship. The younger the relationship, the more it dominates. So in all honesty, wasn't it the knockers?"
"Thank you all for coming," said Frankel.
As soon as Zach stepped off stage and reactivated his phone, he received seventeen text messages. About half of them were from professional colleagues offering congratulations. The other half were from current or ex-girlfriends offering everything from propositions to opprobrium.
Becky had texted just one word, "Nice."
"You dirty dog," Emma had texted, "I don't know whether to be angry or laugh, thinking of you changing diapers on Mars." She didn't know the half of it.
There was a text message from Sidonie. "I'm in love," it said. "She's like a goddess. I did some research. She was quite the cosmopolitan fixture of the Mumbai nightclub scene. I gather she wouldn't be shocked if you asked her. Can you bring her? I must meet her. I'll introduce you two to my men. Perhaps the six of us can have a great time together. Please say yes." Zach thought, what a diabolical way to torment Ayana. Then he knew he needed to ignore the message. He would call Sidonie at the appointed time.
Zach received a text message from Olivia, "Fuck off and die. Already saw the news. Enjoy your Indian whore." Harsh. But who could really blame her? The relationship and pregnancy announcements were regrettable. Hard to hear that on the news versus at least over the phone beforehand.
He didn't get a text from Ava.
(To be continued)
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53: Wednesday July 22, 2043 1530 hours CST: Berte's Pregnancy Party
For the next several hours, Zach sat working in his office on base. Colette was on duty, working with Alexis. Anming was also on duty working on her laptop beside him. She was naked and had the leash on as he worked. The handle of the leash was around his wrist, allowing him to type on his computer. His office door was locked, but the blinds were not drawn shut. People walked by constantly. It was bright sunlight outside, so they would have to put their nose to the glass to see inside and see that Anming was naked. She was not evident, but she was still completely vulnerable to the viewing pleasure of any passerby.
Zach filed his final radiation spectrum reports for the dry run vehicle. He paused in his work to check Anming. Her vagina was brimming with slick cream. She had blotted a generous wet spot on the mesh of her chair seat. Zach reached underneath and felt droplets of her lubrication forming on the underside of the mesh, all with Anming's unmistakable rich scent. He didn't know exactly why, but clearly the situation was exciting her. "Darling, are you being bothered by being displayed like this? Most importantly, is it affecting your concentration or your work?"
"No, my husband," Anming replied, her eyes lowered. He put his finger under her chin and raised it until their eyes met. She kept them there. "My mind is racing, and seems more focused than usual. This abhorrent husk-"
"Ah, ah, ah," interrupted Zach. "Recite it."
"Yes, my husband," said Anming, maintaining eye contact. "I am my husband's favored pet. I am beautiful beyond imagining. Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all men. I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. Only one man owns my exquisite self. Zachary owns my exquisite body. Zachary owns all my pleasurable holes and erogenous zones. Zachary owns my soul. Zachary owns my spirit. I am content in my exquisite perfection."
"Thank you," said Zach. Then they went back to work.
At 5:30 PM, Colette joined them. True to the rules set down by X, she had worn a skirt without panties for her walk across the windy base. That must have given dozens of airmen a juicy sight for their stroke banks. In Zach's office, she stripped out of even this skimpy attire and produced another collar and leash she had somehow acquired. He put them on her.
Zach wondered how long it would be before some enterprising airman put his nose up against his office window and took in the view. He had met a few young airmen around the base he was willing to count on to be discreet. Perhaps he should alert them to the opportunity and start a group text with them. Seeing the reaction these virile young men would have to Anming's delectable nakedness would surely shake her body image that she was some kind of ugly scarred monster.
They took a virtually unused corridor out the back entrance of the clinic. His car was parked right outside the door. Colette and Anming, nude and naked respectively, were in the car before anybody noticed them.
They drove towards the main gate. There was a large and growing mob of reporters there. Zach pulled over a few hundred yards away and got two picnic blankets out of his trunk. The women threw them over themselves, completely hiding from the reporters as they passed through the gate. They just looked like they were hiding from paparazzi.
They arrived at his apartment. Nobody was ever walking around in the corridors of Zach's apartment building. They made it from his parking space in the gated basement garage to the elevator without seeing anybody. The elevator was empty. The hallway leading to his apartment was empty. He was hoping one of his neighbors would appear. Especially he hoped for one particular neighbor, Beatrice. She was a cute young wife who lived with her husband a few doors down. If she saw him doing this, he knew she would make a point of dropping by with peppermint schnapps and asking him many pointed questions about it. It would be delicious to give her many pointed answers.
Once in his apartment, Zach kept both women on their leashes. He hung up his flight suit and threw his underwear into the hamper. Laying on the bed together, he put his face between Anming's legs and smelled and tasted her richly scented dripping snatch. She had gotten very excited with her afternoon of being on display. Even so, he figured she would object if he asked her for permission to give her some oral relief.
It was maddeningly becoming Anming's style to force Zach to ask for forgiveness rather than permission for anything sexual. It was becoming routine for her to as meekly as possible decline any request for permission. This was not his style in terms of consent, but it seemed to be what Anming wanted. There had to be a better way for her to, he supposed, feel swept away rather than an instigator of sexual conduct. She wanted to see herself as a good girl rather than a bad girl, or some such outmoded thinking. This was the kind of male-centric thinking the horrific regime and society that raised her promoted. It would take her some time to move beyond it, if she ever did. He had to be patient.
Anming's hips were pumping and her legs were shaking in response to Zach's oral enjoyment of her vulva. It became obvious to her that he was not just having a little sniff and taste of her before moving on to Colette. "M-my husband," she whimpered as Zach focused on flicking his wet tongue across her erect clitoris. Moments later, she climaxed hard, "URRRRRR! Eeep!"
"May I?" begged Colette. She wanted to touch herself while watching.
Zach paused long enough to tell Colette, "You may, and climax freely." He returned to licking and sucking on Anming's vulva and clitoris, her sensitive labia minora. Anming had three more orgasms in quick succession, and Colette had two, before Anming became oversensitive.
Zach gave the limp Anming a break and switched to Colette. He said, "Anming, would you be so kind as to tell Colette to climax for me whenever she says she can? Make her wait as long as you think she can stand it before letting her."
"Yes, my husband," acknowledged Anming, sitting up to watch.
Zach put his tongue, lips and fingers to work between Colette's legs and savored her for a long time. Her tolerance for multiple orgasms was greater than Anming's. Colette moaned her way through ten major orgasms before looking played out. Anming was brilliant at making her wait. Colette looked on the very edge of losing control each time.
"Okay, it's time for your insemination," said Zach, "so pay me." Anming grimaced as Colette transferred the money. He should take some time to explain this to Anming later. He pushed excitedly into Colette's dripping snatch and lasted only a few strokes before massively spilling shot after shot of sperm into her. It was a tough call. He had gotten more and more aroused the whole time he was performing oral sex on the women. By the time he pushed into Colette, he exploded. Normally in this situation, for regular sex, he would have quickly rubbed out his first one so that he could last during intercourse. In this case, he didn't want to waste his best shot of semen. He started up again and made a mess. He lasted good and long this time. Colette had several good orgasms to suck the semen in deep. By the time he shot into her a second time, this time while she was orgasming, he was satisfied the job had been done.
It was time for Berte's pregnancy party at Colby's. The three of them showered luxuriously together. Zach wore a nice suit. Anming and Colette wore only their leashes and a little makeup. He had Colette prepare her anus for penetration in case he needed it later. In the meantime, he gave Anming's anus a thorough massage as ordered by Doctor Dean, Ayana. He did it over Anming's predictable objections. On the one hand, Anming declared she longed for the day when he would gain pleasure from her dirty hole. On the other hand, she apparently expected him to take her all puckered up, bone dry, and in the dark. Foreplay was apparently not much of a thing in communist China. The social norms in her former country were messed up.
As they were leaving, Zach's neighbor Beatrice magically appeared carrying a bicycle pump. She dropped it with a clank when she saw Anming and Colette. Beatrice was a young brunette in her early twenties, pretty, smart, and curious. She was not at the peak of fitness like his crew. He'd had almost too much of hard bodies lately, though. Under different circumstances, he would relish having Beatrice in his bed, under him. From what he knew, though, they were a pretty conventional couple. Anming flinched when she saw Beatrice. "No time to explain," Zach said to Beatrice cheerily. "Happy to explain it later this week over Schnapps?"
"Okay," said Beatrice, wide-eyed, as Zach retreated down the hall with the two naked women in tow.
The party was underway as Zach, Anming, and Colette arrived. As he'd guessed, Berte was wearing her captivating little black dress with the cleavage cutout that she'd worn for their date. He was wearing his suit from their date. They had both done the math. She'd gotten pregnant on that very evening. Their date night before the dry run had already been a special evening. Now it was an immortal evening. "We need to go on more dates," Berte told him, making fierce eye contact with him.
"Yes, it was a magical evening," said Zach. "Let's make more."
Berte texted him. "Zach, I want to talk about something with you."
"I'm looking at my phone now," said Zach. "Go ahead."
Berte texted, "The other night when Michaela, Aanya, and I"
"were doing the elaborate rapes with the dildos."
"I had orgasms and everything."
"But I was too stoned."
"Things got too weird for me."
"I was excited because it was new."
"I don't think I'm very attracted to women."
"I'm worried Aanya and especially Michaela"
"will be angry if I don't."
Zach said, "I'm sure they don't want to involve you in anything you're uncomfortable with. They won't be angry. They'll be grateful you shared how you feel."
Berte smiled at her phone and texted, "Thank you Zach. I'm confident now. I'll do it." She wandered off.
"What the heck," said Colby. "Have you gotten our wonderful wife involved in some kind of naked slut walking service, Zach?"
"Um... no," said Zach distractedly.
Ayana and Khushi had arrived. They were wearing matching navy blue knit dresses, very form-fitting. Ayana looked as slinky and sexy as she ever had, but for the scowl on her face. Through some miracle of physics, Khushi was not exploding her dress with her dangerous bust and hips. Was the pregnancy showing? No, her belly was still flat as ever. He would swear her breasts were getting larger. Her appearance was marred by a grimace on her face. They were quietly spitting whispers at each other in the corner. Khushi stormed off towards the back of the house. Ayana took a breath, pasted a smile on her face, and went to congratulate Berte.
"Zach, are you listening to me?" demanded Colby.
"I'm concerned about this too, Zach," said Colleen. "You're accumulating naked women on leashes. You bring them that way from outside. You take them outside that way. The press are watching us now."
"Allow me to explain our appearance," said Colette.
"That's a wonderful idea, Colette," said Zach. "Anming, would you mind staying here with Colette for a moment? Perhaps help explain? I'll be back in a few minutes."
"As you wish, my husband," said Anming with a smile and a confident gaze. She was looking less naked and more nude all the time, and altogether ravishing. He leaned over to give her a quick kiss. He ran his fingers through her delightful muff. He turned to follow Khushi's retreat towards the back of the house. Everyone was lost in conversation. He was apparently the only one to notice Khushi's distress.
Zach found Khushi in the bedroom next to the master, the blue bedroom in Colby's terminology. It was the one they were using for inseminations. "Zach, thank goodness!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. She stepped past him, pulled the door shut, and locked it.
"What is going on?" asked Zach.
"Zach, my heart is tearing apart," said Khushi. "I love her so much, yet, yet it seems all we ever do now is fight. She will not compromise. It always has to be her way. Added to this, she's extremely upset over the crew's decision to make me your sweetheart. She shrieks at me that I'm living a lie. She screams at me that I'm hurting all lesbians in the world. I can't put them ahead of my existing obligations! I'm already responsible for my own life, my own family, my own child growing inside me. That's enough already!" She hugged him close to her. He held her and listened. "I want to help her get pregnant, but I'm so angry, I can't stay around her."
"If not for her, do it for me," said Zach. "I love humping and ejaculating into her lesbian pussy."
"You're a dirty beast. You're trying to joke with me," Khushi said, smiling a bit through her tears. "You're trying to cheer me up."
"Guilty. There's a party out there, party girl," said Zach. "You should be at the forefront of it. Do it passive aggressively. Could you think of it that way? Isn't there some juice for you in helping your best boyfriend knock up your infuriating and highly lesbian girlfriend? Any juice in making your ultra-lesbian and seriously butch girlfriend orgasm hard as I do the most male possible thing to her? That being to stretch her little pussy to the max with my big male dick and fill it to overflowing with my semen?""
"Now you're making me squirm with your silly talk," giggled Khushi.
"I don't think you're squirming because it's silly," said Zach. He kissed Khushi fiercely and passionately. This caused them to lose their balance and fall onto the bed. One thing led to another and soon she had her thongs twirling around one ankle. She orgasmed continuously from the outset. His suit pants and briefs were pulled down partway. He pounded his throbbing hard lingam with great force and frequency into her desperately juicy cheating yoni. She made increasingly significant noise. He stuffed the greater portion of his tie into her mouth to muffle her.
There was a loud knock on the door. "Oh shit," said Zach. They frantically dressed. He made himself presentable as she climbed towards the door. When she saw he was decent, she opened the door.
It was Colby. She looked at Khushi, who was obviously in some distress and had been crying. She looked at Zach, who was looking surprised to see her. "I"m upset with Ayana," Khushi blurted. "Zach was just reasoning with me."
Colby's eye's fell on the faint but distinct wet spot on the coverlet. "Right," she said. "I understand. Listen, Khushi. If you're all done... talking, could I have a private word with Zach?"
"Certainly," Khushi said, slid past Colby, and disappeared.
"Actually, we weren't quite done," said Zach. Colby locked the door and pulled her dress over her head. "Talk, eh?" he chortled.
Colby threw her dress onto the bed, kicked off her shoes, and dropped her panties. As usual, Zach was stunned by the milk chocolate magnificence of this woman he loved. "I get it," she said bitterly. "To get any of your attention, I have to offer you my body. Otherwise, you have no time for me."
Zach stopped smiling. His straining cock deflated. "That's not true. Look. Khushi was upset. I was just-"
"Spare me," said Colby. "You shouldn't be around her, and you know it. You know their agreement. Next time, send me, or Colleen, or even your new little pet Colette instead of using her to distract us. It's clear we would all be a lot more real help to Khushi than you are."
"Ouch," said Zach. "Look, okay, I don't disagree. Fine. Will do." He was in a difficult position. Here Colby was, naked in a locked room with him. If he threw her on the bed and made love to her, it would undoubtedly feed into her conversation that she was just an object to him, or the like. If he walked away, he at least risked her thinking that he didn't want her at all. He realized he had some time for her to indicate more. He went over to the closet and hung up his jacket. He took off his tie. He heard rustling behind him. He turned around to regard Colby. Sure enough, she was putting her clothes back on. Well, that was a little disappointing. However, if he was going to make this mean rejection on her part, they would never get out of this downward spiral.
Colby gave Zach a doubtful look. "Lover, I need to get back to this party before these wild bitches tear apart my house." She strode over, gave him a peck on the lips, and left the room.
Zach returned to the party. Khushi wasn't in the crowded living room where everyone was gathered. Colette was also missing. Alexis and Berte were the center of attention, standing on the coffee table. Alexis was playing Truth or Dare with Berte. If Charisse and Michaela had arrived with Alexis, which was a good bet, they were also missing.
"Isn't it supposed to go back and forth?" Berte was asking.
"Not the official pregnancy party version," said Alexis. "Now which is it, truth or dare?"
"Your dares terrify me, Lexie," said Berte. "I won't do them anymore. It's always going to be truth."
Zach saw that Ayana had the naked Anming cornered and was in fact holding her leash. That was wrong. The two were having an intense but respectful sotto voice discussion. Anming didn't look upset. Getting to them would mean pushing through the crowd of women. He didn't want to make a scene. He figured he could keep an eye on it.
"Okay," said Alexis. "How many times did you orgasm that night?"
Berte looked up at the ceiling. She had an eidetic memory. Zach knew she was going back to her exact memory of the evening and counting them in her head. He didn't know how fast she could review her memories like this. "Fourteen," she reported. Quickly, apparently.
"I see Zach was being lazy that night," said Alexis. That got a laugh.
"Sarcasm, right?" said Berte.
"What was your favorite one?" asked Alexis.
Berte reviewed her memory and then answered. "When he pushed in the last ball of Christmas Tree while he had Bruce on my vulva."
"What-what-what?" said Alexis in mock horror. "Zach brought in a male friend of his to, I assume, give you oral while, what exactly happened here??"
"No, no, no," Berte said. "You know Bruce, his blue vibrator he keeps in his bedside table drawer?"
"Should I?" asked Alexis.
"So you aren't one of the maybe twenty-one girlfriends who have had orgasms on Bruce?" Berte asked.
"Show of hands, girls!" said Alexis. "Looks like you're the only one of us who's been introduced to Bruce, Berte. You're holding out on us, Zach! Why don't we have carnal knowledge of Bruce? Are we not real girlfriends yet?"
Zach shrugged, his eyes flicking to the corner that held Ayana and Anming. "Sorry?"
"So who are these twenty girlfriends, Zach?" asked Alexis.
"I'm not playing twenty questions," said Zach.
"It's Truth or Dare, you numbskull. Did you put a Christmas Tree, including ornaments apparently, up this nice young lady's ass?" Alexis probed.
"Berte named one of my anal toys 'Christmas Tree'," explained Zach.
"One of them?" asked Alexis salaciously. "Berte, honey bunny?"
"Yes, Lexie?"
"What were the contents of Zach's bedside table drawer?"
Berte looked at the ceiling. Alexis was using Berte like a spy camera into Zach's life. It was fine with him. He had nothing to hide. "Quite a few hand towels. Bruce the blue plastic vibrator. A flashlight. A bunch of bookmarks. A pile of dirty books. A jeweler's envelope with an expensive sapphire tennis bracelet in it. A pile of US savings bonds, series EE. Two tubes of cortisone cream. A cock ring in a zip-lock bag. Two tubes of water-based personal lubricant. An empty bottle of silicone lubricant. A small container of one of those stimulant lubricants. A jar of tiger balm. A tube of triple antibiotic cream."
"Bow-ring!" pronounced Alexis.
"Sorry to disappoint you," said Zach.
"Where do you keep your stash of anal toys, then, Zach?" asked Alexis.
"Again, not playing Truth or Dare," replied Zach.
"He got that out of the bottom drawer on his side of the bed," said Berte.
"How many drawers are there?" asked Alexis.
"He has two matching bedside tables with two drawers each."
"What's in the others?"
"I don't know," said Berte. "I only examined one drawer."
"Next time I want a full report of all the drawers," said Alexis.
"You mean the next time I get pregnant? We'll be on Mars by then."
"No, the next time you visit Zach's apartment," said Alexis.
"Okay," said Berte.
"I have nothing to hide," said Zach defensively.
"Right," said Alexis, "it's time for a dance break." Some funky post-metal rhapsody started playing through Colby's sound system. Ayana was making a move on Anming, kissing her and fingering her by the look of it. He was able to slide up to them through the looser throng of dancing women.
"Oh, hi Zach," said Ayana, turning to face him. "I was just taking care of your pet for you while you were gone." She handed him the leash. "Where is Khushi?"
"When you two arrived, she went through there to the back of the house. I haven't seen her since then," Zach lied.
"Where's Colette?" asked Ayana.
"I don't know," said Zach. "With Charisse and Michaela, probably."
"You don't keep very good track of your pets," Ayana observed.
"She needs the freedom to make a buck," Zach said. Ayana wandered off. "Are you okay?" he asked Anming.
"Yes, my husband," Anming replied levelly, and smiled.
"What was that thing with Ayana about?" asked Zach.
Anming explained, "When Alexis, Michaela, and Charisse arrived, they wanted Colette. Ayana was already talking to her. They picked cards from that deck over there, and Ayana lost. Colette left with the others. Ayana argued that since I was the other pet, I should satisfy her instead. She said that she would enjoy pleasuring me first. She said that only an Asian lesbian like her can give another Asian woman the most sublime orgasms she will ever have. She offered to demonstrate. Her personality is so forceful, Zach. I should have made myself more clear. It's hard to say no when you're being kissed." Anming concluded, "It was harmless fun."
"Is she a good kisser?" asked Zach good-naturedly.
"Hmm," said Anming. "Yes."
"If you wanted to take her for a spin sometime, I wouldn't be offended," said Zach.
"The strength of her personality is, hmm, uncannily like a man's, and her height," said Anming. "But no. I don't favor women. Not beyond a friendly kiss."
"I don't usually kiss and tell," said Zach, "but you being my wife. Inseminating her was a lot more exciting than I expected it to be. Something about it felt taboo. When I ejaculated into her, when she finished orgasming, she jumped and jerked when she realized it was me buried deep in her, shooting my sperm into her. Khushi and Colette had to hold her down. I was excited by that in a kind of sleazy way. Is that wrong?"
"No, my husband. It brought you pleasure, and by her own choice it is bringing her a baby she wants. Few solemn duties are so enjoyable, I expect," said Anming. "But be careful. The praying mantis bites the head off her mate when she is done with him."
"Luckily, I had two other women there to prevent that," Zach joked.
The music was dying down. Berte texted Zach from across the room, "We should talk."
"Anytime, sweetheart," Zach texted back.
"Now," Berte texted, "In a bedroom."
Zach sent an eggplant emoji.
Berte sent a bagel with cream cheese emoji. Things were looking up.
With Anming in tow, Zach walked up to Colby. "Darling, could you hold our second wife by her leash and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble she doesn't entirely want? Feels of her have been copped."
"I won't judge you, baby," said Colby, sighing and taking the leash. "Look at me, not judging you."
Zach and Berte looked for a quiet bedroom. In the green bedroom, they found Colleen making passionate love with Ayana. They were half undressed. "Sorry," said Berte, "you might want to lock the door." She shut it. From behind the door, Colleen said, "I thought you locked the door!"
Zach and Berte walked further down the hall to the red bedroom. Through the door they could hear Charisse's voice rise to the crescendo of an orgasm. Occupied.
They arrived at an empty bedroom, the blue bedroom. Berte shut and locked the door behind them. Zach unbuttoned his shirt. "Not so fast, eggplant man," Berte said, eyeing him and then jerking her gaze away nervously.
"What's up, my creamy bagel?" Zach asked.
Berte texted, "Michaela made a compelling case to me."
"Now that I'm pregnant, I should seek out other men."
"Having only you for my whole life doesn't have enough choice in it."
"It's actually not fair to you, puts too much on you."
"I see her point."
"Please give me your opinion."
"I think she has a point," said Zach. "I never want to lose you, Berte. And I also want you to have some basis for choosing me. I want you to have adventures with other men, if you want to. I think you will learn things about yourself. It will broaden you. I worry, but I think someone highly recommended by our crew would be safe. Or taking one of our crewmates as a wing-woman. Hunting with Colby or somebody else you trust, someone experienced, would be safe."
"I have plenty of experience with men," texted Berte.
"With scientists at least, which is all I'm interested in."
"I know what a rare and good man you are already."
"I'm not sure I want to do it."
"I don't know where to begin."
"Don't you think it would be good for you to try another rare and good man?" asked Zach.
"Like who?" texted Berte.
"I don't know," said Zach, thinking.
"If you find someone, I'll meet him and consider going on a first date," texted Berte.
"A normal first date, not one where I end up in bed."
"I'll think about it," said Zach.
"I'm not convinced I could care for anyone but you with my body," Berte texted.
"That's all I wanted to talk about." She unlocked the door and left.
Zach buttoned up his shirt. It was apparently teasing wife eve. He didn't know it was a holiday.
Zach returned to the living room. The party was winding down. People were picking up dishes and wiping surfaces. Colby was assigning bedrooms. Ayana and Khushi were assigned the green bedroom. The Breeding Bitches, Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela were assigned the red bedroom. The wives and Colette would sleep with Zach in the master bedroom. The exception was Colleen, who was in the blue bedroom next to the master bedroom. She was the insemination queen for tomorrow morning. He was hers exclusively after 4 AM.
At 1 AM, Zach awakened hard and urgent, the oatmeal scent of Colby deep in his nostrils. She was right next to him in the bed. He grabbed her. She pushed him away and turned away. He was reminded it was teasing wife eve. He could have climbed over her and taken Berte next to her. Instead, he stood up, stepped over Anming on the floor, and left the room, headed for the Breeding Bitches. Those were some women who appreciated being awakened for sex.
He approached a shadowy figure in the hall. It was Khushi. "I'm looking for Ayana," she said. "I woke up, and she was gone."
"Hmm," said Zach noncommittally.
"Don't worry, Zach," said Khushi. "I know she's in the blue room with Colleen. I know she cheats any chance she gets."
"Anger is the poison you drink yourself," said Zach. "I think it's time to work off some of that anger."
"What would you recommend?" asked Khushi, giving his swelling cock a squeeze.
Zach said, "I recommend we put a big wet spot on Ayana's side of the bed." He followed Khushi to the green bedroom and set to the task. She needed no preparation, but he wanted to smell her and lick her. She stopped him after one orgasm. She wanted him to finish this time and fill her instead of another interruption. He pushed into her. She was moaning out orgasms as quietly as she could manage from the beginning. Since he had been only teased since their last encounter, he didn't last long. He unleashed a torrent into her gluttonous pulsing quim. It made an impressive wet spot on Ayana's side having the unmistakable scent of semen. He left a happy Khushi laying panting in the wet spot. He visited the shower down the hall and rinsed off.
Sated for the time being, Zach returned to the master bedroom. Colby was awake and wanting him. He accommodated her very enjoyably with a long ride. She was as responsive as she ever had been recently. The others must have been jostled awake. Colby was constantly orgasming and trying to be quiet. It just made her orgasm harder and more often.
The night progressed. Zach awakened at 3 AM to take Berte. When Colleen arrived at 4 AM, she had to wait several minutes for him to finish up in a quivering, whimpering Aanya. Colleen led him to the blue bedroom where they talked and drifted off to sleep together. He awakened at dawn hard and urgent and took Colleen, who was more than ready. They slept a few more hours and awakened to make passionate love again. They could hear their crewmates out in the house, joking, laughing, and walking past their door.
(To be continued)
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54: Thursday July 23, 2043 0900 hours CST: Khushi, My Everything
After showering together and dressing, Colleen and Zach were hungry. They gravitated to the kitchen in search of breakfast. Everybody was gathered there, and Aanya was sobbing. Berte was hugging her tightly, tears streaming down her face as well. "She got her period this morning," Colby said to Colleen softly.
"Breeding Bitches will take you out," encouraged Michaela. "You can drink! At least for brief time. Do not fret little one. We are big girls and know chance is not one hundred percent, even for Sack. He got 66 percent. Will just take little tiny bit extra time is all. Now is instead time for many drinks!"
"You're right," said Aanya, wiping her tears. "But I was so sure! I felt her inside me."
"Is coming," Michaela soothed.
Enthusiastic plans were made to take Aanya out on the town that evening. Michaela became the master of ceremonies since she could drink alcohol along with Aanya. Anming could drink too, and reluctantly agreed to join them for a round or two. All the other women were either already pregnant or actively being bred. They would join this core group but only eat a few marijuana wafers.
Zach left for work, a naked Anming and Colette in tow. The women hid under the picnic blankets to get onto the base undetected. They drove to Zach's office and went in the back door of the clinic. Colette dressed in the skirt and blouse she'd left there. She went off to meet Alexis in the visualization lab. Anming stayed with Zach in his office.
Zach and Anming worked happily together side by side for a few hours. He noticed that she glanced at the window whenever an airman walked by. These passerby were only a yard away from looking in and seeing her nakedness revealed. Zach checked her and found that she was dripping wet and her mind was racing. It seemed that it was time to escalate matters. He could see whether it excited her more or whether it was too much and became frightening. It would be easy to regulate and stop. His office had a large window facing a fenced-in outdoor garden. It provided some much needed greenery to all the offices along one side of the building. "Anming, I'm going to call a young airmen I know, swear him to secrecy, and invite him to come through the garden gate to my back window."
Anming looked at Zach levelly. Her gaze didn't falter. In fact, he sensed excitement in her demeanor. "Yes, my husband," she said, noncommittally. Her chin trembled. She was frightened.
He made the call. "Hey, Declan. Can you take a break? Half an hour should be plenty. I have something I know you'll enjoy seeing. You know the kind of sensitive matters I'm involved in? It needs to stay between us. Thank you. Just you, for now. Yes. No, it's not safe for work. Okay, okay. Here's what I want you to do." He told Declan how to get into the back garden to his window.
Ten minutes later, Declan showed up at Zach's back window. He was quite a handsome young man. He was a smidgen below six feet with brown crew cut hair and a pleasant smile. He beamed at the sight of Anming's naked back as she tapped innocently at her laptop. Zach knew him to be twenty one, but he looked younger. The garden was shady, so Declan could already see Anming's naked body right through Zach's window. "Anming, my friend Declan is here. Would you turn around and face the back window?"
Anming turned around. Upon seeing Declan, her eyes dropped in shyness. She wrenched them back up to meet the young man's gaze. "Is he handsome?" Zach asked her.
"Yes, my husband," said Anming.
"You drive all men wild with desire," said Zach.
"Don't torture me, my husband," Anming pouted. "A handsome young man like this one has much younger, prettier, paler women who would come running at his call. Furthermore, if he were close enough to see my scars, he would run away in horror."
"Let's find out," said Zach. He rang up Declan and put him on speaker. "Hi Declan."
"She's magnificent!" Declan breathed. Anming smiled uncontrollably. Her eyes fluttered with the effort of not turning away with shyness.
"You're not just saying that to be polite, are you?" asked Zach.
"Absolutely not, man! She's stunning, exotic! Oh look, she's shy," Declan said.
"Yeah," said Zach. "She thinks she's ugly. Can you believe it?"
"That's tragic," said Declan. Anming blushed, which showed up as a slight darkening of her face. "Who is she?"
"This is where it really needs to stay between us," said Zach.
"I swear," said Declan.
"You're a newlywed, right?" asked Zach.
"Yes, six months," said Declan.
"And young, too, as I recall," said Zach.
"Yes, she's in junior college. Nineteen," said Declan.
"How does this woman compare in looks?" asked Zach.
"Luna is very pretty, but this woman here is like a movie star!" said Declan. "It really isn't a fair comparison."
"She's not just anybody with knockout good looks. She's also arguably the most brilliant person who has ever lived. And she's a Nobel Prize winner," said Zach.
"This is Anming Tang??" said Declan incredulously. "I guess I really haven't looked closely at the images of her. I'm in awe. Can you hear me... um... Professor Tang?"
"You can call her Anming," said Zach.
"Can you hear me, Anming?" asked Declan.
"Yes, young man," said Anming.
"You're beautiful," Declan gushed.
Anming smiled but said nothing. She was embarrassed and trying to hold it together. She turned to Zach and said, "This is depraved. In my country, we would all be found out and spend ten years in prison for this, or worse."
"Do you want to stop?" asked Zach. Anming regarded him levelly and said nothing.
"Stand up, sweetheart," said Zach. "Let the young man really see you." Anming stood up. At first, her arms were clenched over her breasts, but slowly she let them drop to her sides.
"Wow," said Declan encouragingly.
"Turn around slowly, darling," said Zach. Anming turned around slowly as instructed, slowly around and around. He gently spanked her ass so that Declan could see how it was the perfect composition of muscle and pulchritude.
"You astronauts really stay in shape," Declan commented.
"If you can't keep up the exercise regimen, you don't stay in the program," Zach said. "Darling, would you sit down again? Great. Now roll right up to the glass so that Declan can see you nice and close." Haltingly, Anming rolled her chair up to the back window. Zach came over and leaned against the window himself so he could see her face for this next part. "Okay, spread your legs for the young man." She hesitated, then without a word, did as Zach asked. "Knees right on the glass." She rolled her chair closer to the window so her knees touched the glass with her legs spread wide. The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the back garden onto her skin, dappling it. Cream was brimming on the slit of her closed vulva. "Now spread your labia." She hesitated again, but then reached down with both hands and complied. Her inner labia smacked open juicily as she parted them. She was dripping, glistening wet.
"Huh," said Declan. "You weren't kidding about not safe for work. This is... wow."
"We wouldn't mind if you rubbed one out. I'm sure she'd be very excited by watching you jerk off to her," said Zach.
"It doesn't feel right," said Declan. "I'm a married man."
"Darling, start masturbating yourself. Give yourself an orgasm looking at this nice young man. Look at him looking so reverently at your beauty. You want to give him a treat, don't you?" Anming hesitated for maybe twenty seconds. She closed her eyes. This gave her the courage to start rubbing around her slippery clitoris in slow circles. She dipped down to her urethra then back up again to slowly circle her clitoris. She was already extremely excited. Her breath quickened rapidly as her fingers worked.
"Wow," said Declan. "Well, I give up." With that, he unzipped and pulled out his penis, already raging hard, and started jacking it, staring intensely at Anming masturbating. He looked up at her face and down at her vulva, back and forth.
Anming continued, her hips beginning to tense and release, tense and release. "Open your eyes and watch him. Watch him getting off on your beauty." She wrenched her eyes open. They focused on Declan's cock, throbbing as he jacked it. His hips were tensing. He was getting close.
Anming looked up into Declan's face. Overwhelmed, she looked back down at his cock. Her hips pumped and shook. Zach held his phone next to Anming. Declan had kept his phone pressed to his ear. He could hear her ragged breathing now. She growled, "Grrrrrr! EEP!" She thrashed and climaxed staring at Declan's cock.
"Wow, did she just-" asked Declan.
"Yep," said Zach.
"Grrrrrr! EEP!" Anming climaxed again.
"Oh, wow, oh..." said Declan, jacking harder.
Anming looked up into Declan's face with an intense, fully erotic gaze, "Grrrrrr! EEP!"
"Oh... OH!" said Declan. His ejaculate spattered forcefully onto the window glass between them, once, twice. Anming, feeling some kind of release from seeing Declan ejaculate and finish, slowed down and stopped with relief. They were looking away from each other, breathing. Declan said, "I need to think about this. Don't worry, I can keep a secret. I've got to go." He gave Anming a long, intense, thirsty look.
"Thanks for coming," said Zach. "Don't bother cleaning up. We'll get it." Declan quickly arranged himself and left.
Hiding her under the picnic blanket, Zach took Anming into the side yard. They stopped in front of his window where Declan had ejaculated. He had her lick Declan's semen off the window and window pane onto which it had dribbled. He knew she wanted to.
Soon after, Zach's alarm went off. It was time to inseminate Charisse. He took off Anming's leather collar and leash. She put on a not-entirely-sheer summer dress. It was perfect attire for a civilian on base considering the hot weather. The dress was unremarkable if she had been wearing underwear, but she was not. Her dark nipples and tribble muff were distinct if the dress fell just right. They left to visit Charisse and Aanya at the greenhouse. There was a stiff headwind all the way to the greenhouse. A dozen airmen got a sweet masturbatory fantasy for that evening. Anming tried to ignore it, but her face stayed a little dark with blushing. She did not look at the airmen as they passed her, their eyes raking her body.
Zach and Anming found Charisse and Aanya in front of a large glass enclosure. Inside, it looked like the Martian desert, except the ground was discolored, dirty looking. There was a bit of junk near some rocks in the middle of the enclosure. It looked like a bit of discarded food, a green grape.
"This is the culmination of all our work. It actually works, Zach!" said Charisse. "Aanya, I forgive you all your crazy, panicky behavior now. You are a magician!"
"You're right to question my workaholic tendencies," said Aanya, staring at the enclosure. "We accomplished this in the bosom of your serene optimism. I'll never forget that."
"Are we looking at what I think we're looking at?" asked Anming.
"This is the first plant biome that is surviving, growing, and reproducing in Martian environmental conditions. Is that what you were guessing?" said Charisse.
"Radiation?" asked Zach with alarm.
"No, not radiation," clarified Aanya. "Just pressure, temperature, humidity, and atmospheric composition. We're not there in terms of radiation, yet."
Now Zach knew why the glass was so thick. This was a pressure chamber. It was nearly a vaccuum in there. "So that little green grape in there is a plant?"
"Yes!" said Aanya, excitedly, "Charisse's plant!"
"And everything else is Aanya's," Charisse quickly added.
"Everything else?" asked Zach.
"Yes," said Charisse. "You see the discoloration? That's lichen, and mold, and many different strains of bacteria. It takes a very complex biome for macroscopic plant life to survive successfully. My little cactus wouldn't survive for even a day without Aanya's microorganisms, molds, and so forth."
"Any concerns about reverse contamination?" asked Anming.
"All this life is genetically engineered from the ground up. It's far too simple to compete with Earth life, especially under Earth conditions. It simply wouldn't survive," explained Aanya. "Plus, we engineered it to be safe. The organisms are as safe as any other FDA-approved GMO."
"How are you going to keep it from being relentlessly bashed to pieces by the radiation pouring down on Mars?" asked Zach.
"Interesting," said Charisse. "That's a technique Aanya developed that formed the basis for my own research and development. Aanya is the original queen of this whole thing."
"Oh, you're too kind," said Aanya.
"No, it's true! I discovered her work when I was a grad student. I've worked on and off with her over the years-"
"Radiation?" prompted Zach.
Charisse explained, "These organisms are similar, from the single cell life all the way up to my tough little cactus. All of them have special characteristics in their DNA and cell structure to make them highly radiation-hardened. First of all, each chromosome contains many multiple copies of its entire genetic information. CRISPR segments produced by the cell constantly check copies of this genetic information and destroy corrupted copies."
"Unfortunately, many items in this batch are not radiation hardened enough," groaned Aanya.
"Is there a way to fix it?" asked Anming.
"Yes, Anming," said Charisse, "Nice dress, by the way! Very scenic."
"Thank you," said Anming, cringing a little, then standing up straight again and looking at Charisse levelly.
"Do you have to recite it?" asked Zach.
"I don't believe so, my husband-"
"Recite it, loud and clear, please," insisted Zach. Charisse and Aanya regarded Anming with fascination.
Anming recited her pledge, first softly and with embarrassment, but with increasing confidence and forcefulness to the two genius botanists. "I am my husband's favored pet. I am beautiful beyond imagining." She slipped her summer dress off over her head. "Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all men. I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. Only one man owns my exquisite self. Zachary owns my exquisite body. Zachary owns all my pleasurable holes and erogenous zones. Zachary owns my soul. Zachary owns my spirit. I am content in my exquisite perfection."
"That's wonderful, Anming. Very inspiring," said Charisse.
"I want to point out that she explicitly retains her power to think for herself and choose this," said Zach.
"I noticed that," said Charisse.
"There's something delicious about what you said," said Aanya. "It's like you're being raped all the time!"
Anming looked uncomfortable. "I don't think you really mean that," she said to Aanya.
"Oh no!" said Aanya, remembering Anming's brutal rape. She didn't know the gang rape part, but she knew enough. "Not rape-rape! I mean... what do I mean?" She considered a moment. "What I mean is, you don't know this, Anming, but I'm also a victim of rape. It was not physically violent like your rape. I suppressed it. I literally didn't even realize it was rape until Zach pointed it out to me. I was so deluded. At university, my academic advisor required me to perform sexual favors for him. I needed him to get a class I needed to graduate on time. Both times, he bent me over his desk and penetrated me vaginally with his penis. Both times, I was dry and unprepared. The first time, I bled quite a bit from my hymen being ruptured. It hurt very badly. The second time, it hurt worse because I was so terrified that it hurt the previous time. I forced myself to do it anyway, which was the very worst part."
"After that, I was done with sex. Except that lately I had been determined to grit my teeth again to have a child. Zach opened my eyes to a whole world of love and pleasure, to what sex really is. But I was so frightened. I'm still frightened. To push away my terror, I want everything completely different from the way it was those times. Instead of that sedate, dry, passionless, aloof act, I crave violent intimate passion. Instead of controlling myself physically to endure like the original rape, I want to be completely and passionately controlled. I don't want sedate. I want my hair pulled. I want to be choked. So you see, when I say 'rape' now, I don't mean rape-rape, or anything like what you suffered. I can't even imagine what you suffered. My fantasy is exactly the opposite of what I forced myself to endure in order to graduate on time."
"Could you find a different word for it?" asked Anming. "What about saying 'passion'?"
"No, that doesn't work," said Aanya. "It's a whole fantasy I have, not just passion. I can let go of myself instead of forcing myself. I can be swept up in passionate, intimate, dirty, with all the fluids, violent action. I guess I really can't describe it. There isn't a word."
"No, no, you're communicating something," said Anming. "I understand that the pledges I make are like the letting go that you do. I think it's the same. I fall and our husband catches me."
"Exactly," said Aanya.
Charisse said, "Listening to you two, I sort of understand. But this whole thing disturbs me. I've made mistakes in my sexual partners from time to time. I've been pressured, stalked, and even beaten by jealous, violent men in the past. The thought of me giving up any tiny shred of my autonomy to anybody is unsettling. Even a man as earnest as Zach, forget it. That thing you just recited, Anming? It gives me the heebee-jeebees, even though I understand you could change your mind at any moment. It still gives me the heebee-jeebees."
"Zach is trying to teach me to see myself as he sees me," said Anming. "I still think I'm an ugly sow, oh-oh."
"I'm right here!" said Zach. "Recite it."
Anming recited her pledge again.
Charisse said, "Well, before I get you into any more trouble, Anming, shall we do what you came for, Zach?" She grabbed and kissed him passionately. He tugged her dress up. She led him into the other room, the one with the dirt pile. Anming and Aanya continued to chat amicably. As the two women chatted, they chuckled together from time to time. It sounded like a whole choir practice was going on next door.
Half an hour later, the lovers emerged. Charisse was naked, covered in dirt, and beaming from ear to ear. Zach staggered in, looking like he'd just run ten wind sprints, covered in dirt, with a shy expression. "We're going to go take showers," said Charisse cheerily. "Oh my flower is so happy." She kissed him. "So very pollinated." They left arm-in-arm to go use the greenhouse's emergency shower.
Khushi came to meet them at the greenhouse. Anming stayed with the two brilliant botanists. She declared that working on her laptop naked among all the greenery was very inspiring. With the delicate work and the large pressure chamber, the greenhouse was a high security area. Nobody could just saunter in to find Anming naked. That would have to wait for other settings, thought Zach hopefully.
Zach and Khushi met Pete Frankel at the press conference room. They sat backstage together for an hour before the press conference. Doctor Frankel had no advice regarding how to handle the reporters that would be out there this time. They were likely to be asked anything. Both scientists worked on their laptops. Zach caught up on his never-ending pile of medical journals. Khushi looked in on a number of ASIC simulations she was running on her compute cluster.
They walked out on stage to some applause from the press corps. A NASA dignitary was there to say a few words, as always. He was the associate executive director of something, and he thanked everybody, especially thanking everybody who thanked everybody last time.
It was time for Zach's prepared statement. "Khushi, Dr. Gupta, and I are very much in love. It's still early in our relationship. I ask that you give us the personal space to have a somewhat normal relationship. We are keeping the baby. The baby is very healthy. We look forward to raising our child together on Mars. I remain focused on the mission and on mitigating the health dangers faced by the crew. Thank you."
Khushi read her statement. "Zachary and I are very much in love. But I hate him too, because I have leaned what morning sickness is!" There was laughter from the press corps. "My body is changing, not entirely comfortably, and yet I'm so happy. I'm so happy to be carrying the child of this wonderful man. I'm so happy to be in love with this wonderful man. I feel so lucky he's in love with me! So far, the pregnancy is not affecting my work. All production pipelines on Mars are on or ahead of schedule. Raw materials are sufficient. We are running low on certain rare metals. Dr. Warren and Dr. Alexandre are confident that more will soon be unearthed. Unmarsed? That's all I have."
Pete Frankel said, "We are open for orderly questions. If you cause a disturbance, you will be summarily ejected. You've seen the security detail at the back of the room. We will not have any part of the mayhem we had last time. I will choose a reporter. You will have one question and one follow-up question. And so forth. Okay, you."
"Yes. Tally Wundaker, New York Journal. It's been rumored that the happy couple are living in separate households. Any comment on that?"
Frankel looked at Khushi. Khushi said, "It's true. I've been staying with Zach's protege Doctor Dean, the other doctor on our crew. Zach has been staying with most of the rest of the crew at Doctor Lincoln's compound. It's still early in our relationship. We don't want to rush things. We want to date and everything, be romantic." She said this last with a flourish and a big smile at Zach.
"Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets," said Zach simply.
"A follow-up question. Do you intend to take Pradesh Patanga up on his offer?" Mr. Patanga was an Indian multibillionaire. Having no children of his own, he had offered to throw an elaborate wedding in Mumbai for Zach and Khushi. Half the city would be employed at it, and the other half would attend, just about. Nobody would be turned away. The wedding would be elaborately livestreamed. It all sounded very over-the-top.
"We're considering Mr. Patanga's offer," said Khushi. Her parents wanted her to say yes and tie the knot with Zach definitively. In her mother's imagination, this would secure Khushi's victory over her rivals on the crew forever. Mrs. Gupta was highly focused on this issue. Khushi was understandably resisting the idea for all kinds of reasons.
"Whatever the lady is considering, I'm also considering," said Zach. This was shaping up to be an easy press conference for him.
"Mulby Onaster, Purple RSS. Mr. Carson, Doctor Carson, you've been seen in public with a number of your female crewmates. Any comment on that?"
"What exactly are you referring to?" asked Zach.
"There have been various suspicious comings and goings at the local Hilton Hotel according to anonymous sources there."
"Oh, well, that," said Zach. "You see, I was the least busy person on our crew. That's not a distinction I particularly want to publicize, by the way. Naturally, the duty of greeting the new members of our crew coming from foreign countries fell to me. We generally put them up at the Hilton Hotel. Now we'll have to use a different hotel, one with better security."
"What about the Stark Hotel? You were seen checking in there with your crewmate Colette Alexandre."
"Oh that?" said Zach. "Doctor Alexandre already had reservations made by her husband to stay at that hotel. That's why I took her there."
"But your name was on the reservation."
"Only one follow up question is allowed!" shouted Frankel futilely.
"That was a simple mistake. He just wanted the folks at the the hotel to be able to find the reservation."
"Enough!" shouted Frankel. "You."
"Missy Ulville, Appalachian Newsnight. What is this about a husband? Is Doctor Alexandre married?"
Frankel fielded this one. "It's my understanding that she is." There was a buzz in the press corps. "Her husband lives in Paris. He is sadly confined to an iron lung since childhood due to a rare case of polio. They have had a long distance relationship, as many couples do, for their entire marriage. They intend to continue this relationship when Doctor Alexandre is on Mars. We ask that you not badger this couple."
"A followup. What does Mr. Alexandre think of his wife going permanently to Mars?"
Frankel said, "Although he is sad that they'll be at a greater distance, he is extremely proud of his wife. He's very supportive of the mission."
"Ulalaby McKnight, Daily Alabaster. Doctor Carson. I've been speaking to my colleague here who has proof that you checked into the Stark Hotel with Doctor Alexandre. You both went up to her room."
Zach glared at the woman. "She invited me up for a drink, and of course I accepted. You don't refuse the offer of a drink from a French national. Not unless you want to be challenged to a duel or something." This garnered some polite chuckles. "After that, I left."
"Our sources say you didn't leave the hotel."
"Well I did leave the hotel shortly after 10:30 PM," said Zach. "Just because your sources didn't see it doesn't mean it didn't happen."
"Alred Bately, Blookenstone News. So Doctor Carson, you took her to dinner. You were seen leaving Mercutio's with her around a quarter to seven. What were you doing in her hotel room for three and a half hours? How do you think that looks?"
Zach thought, and then said, "Look. We talked, honest. We'd never met. We talked a lot about radioactivity. We've both done groundbreaking research in the area. I was curious about, among other things, her relationship with her husband. Wouldn't you be? She shared a letter from her husband with me. It was very sweet. I told her I hoped to be so much in love one day. Now I am, so lucky me. Isn't that what this press conference is about?"
"Do you think it's ethical to spend three and a half hours in a hotel room with somebody else's wife?"
"Look," said Zach. "We're not children. We don't need a chaperone. Think about this. There are ten eligible women on this mission. Why would I be the kind of idiot to go after the only happily married one? Do I look like that much of an idiot to you?"
"Really, ladies and gentlemen," said Frankel. "Is your curiosity about this particular tidbit sated? Can we move on to something more relevant? You."
"Atlantia Lubosk, Gravitone Services. Doctor Gupta, on the night you arrived in Houston, you were seen at a known lesbian hangout with one of your crewmates Ayana Dean, a suspected lesbian. You were seen kissing. We have images. Will you put these up?" The pictures indeed showed Ayana and Khushi going for it. Some images showed friendly pecks. Some of them looked like a full face-mashing frenzy.
"Wait just a damn minute," Frankel broke in. "First of all, a lot of women friends visit the Hightone Club. It's one of the few night spots in Houston where a pretty woman doesn't have to fend off a constant stream of men. My wife goes there with her friends regularly, for gosh sakes! And these two women are knockouts, I think you'd all agree. Of course they went there."
"What about the kissing, then?"
Khushi answered. "Zach had other matters to attend to that evening. He called his colleague and our crewmate Doctor Dean to show me around town. Now, I was concerned about what had just happened between myself and Zach. Ayana is a good friend of his. I was begging her, 'Is he really serious?' 'Does he really like me?' She assured me that Zach is not a frivolous man, which he is not. We both got very stoned on marijuana wafers. I'm allergic to alcohol. Thankfully, because I didn't know I was already pregnant. As I said, we were both very stoned, and I was still... uh... very worked up from earlier in the evening. I felt like she was a kind of proxy for Zach, who couldn't be there. We kissed friendly kissing, yes. But not the disgusting thing like you say. Don't women kiss in America? What is wrong with you people?"
"Next question," said Frankel.
"Olotty Manarfet, All Worldwide. Doctor Carson, what do think of your sweetheart's hot makeout session with your colleague?"
Zach answered, "Could I get copies of those images?" That got a laugh. "But seriously, and Khushi knows this, I've had a huge crush on Ayana for years. I thought I was very circumspect about it, but it turns out everybody knew. I was so embarrassed when I found that out! Now, Khushi and Ayana are great friends. But I regret to report, gentlemen, that it's not going to happen. I know both of these women. I'm very sad about it, but there's no chance, believe me. Okay?"
"Follow up. Doctor Carson, have YOU ever kissed Doctor Dean?"
Zach responded, "Frankly, I did once, at a party. We were both very stoned on marijuana wafers. I started to kiss her, and she burst out laughing and fell on her ass." Laughter from the press. "And that was the end of that. Frankly, I don't think I'm in her league. I'm not sure anyone is in her league. That's for her to decide."
"Alain Hooten, GerBuBu. Doctor Carson, the world still needs to know. Isn't it the knockers?"
"Not mostly," answered Zach.
"Is it that she's the best in bed?"
"As far as I know," said Zach. "But it's not that either. It's that she's adorable."
"All right," said Frankel, "you've wasted all your questions. I hope you're happy with yourselves. This press conference is over."
Zach and Khushi talked backstage. He said, "So I'll see you at Ayana's later."
"Yes," said Khushi. "There is a kind of easing between us. We agree to disagree for now. It will do for now."
Zach brought a nude Anming and Colette on leashes to Ayana's house later. Khushi ushered them in. It was the same setup as before. Khushi would encourage, distract, and stimulate Ayana in the front. Behind the curtain in the back, Colette would be paid to make sure that both Ayana and Zach were ready for breeding. She would do her best to have the insemination be successful, including a mutual orgasm. Anming decided to observe, saying "Zach told me about it, and I was intrigued."
Ayana had been at the marijuana wafers for hours. She was asleep. Khushi woke her up with a kiss. "Wha?" Ayana said as she roused.
"Sweetie, look who's here. It's Colette," said Khushi.
"Colette! You magnificent slut! Whore! I want to buy you!" a very stoned Ayana enthused. "Come push your cunt in my face! I want to smell you! Chop chop!" Colette got into position to do exactly that, figuring it wouldn't hurt. Zach gave her a thumbs up.
"We have Anming visiting too, darling," said Khushi.
"Anming! Babe! You've come for the good stuff, eh! I'll give you some sugar! Let me give you a little sugar!"
"Thanks, I'll just watch," said Anming meekly.
"Ohh!" whimpered Ayana, "Don't be that way! Khushi can show you her tits! Khushi! Hit her with your milkers! Knock some sense into her!" Colette pulled her vulva away from Ayana. "Aw! Don't go!" said Ayana. Khushi kissed her deeply to distract her.
As before, Ayana was on her knees and tummy. There was a curtain at her waist so that she wouldn't catch a glimpse of Zach. Colette licked and sucked Ayana's vulva and anus from behind. Ayana had four orgasms in ever quicker succession. Ayana was out of her mind with pleasure and completely out of it mentally. Zach, carefully prepared by Colette, pushed firmly into Ayana's twisting slippery snatch. Colette grabbed around Zach with her hands and grabbed Ayana's butt cheeks tightly.
Zach pummeled away as Colette held Ayana's ass tightly in place for the onslaught. Ayana screeched and climaxed quickly. As he continued to work to try to get close, she climaxed a second time. At her third orgasm, stronger than the first two, he was still struggling to reach readiness to ejaculate. Even though his head was somehow not right, Ayana's rapturous female sleeve compelled him against all other feeling. She orgasmed a fourth time with a loud shrill roar. He joined her with his own unabashed roar and ejaculated forcefully into her. Khushi and Colette held Ayana down as she thrashed with revulsion, understanding as she felt his semen fill her hotly. He held his thrust and ejected one, two, three, four powerful squirts against the quivering back wall of her vagina. His semen filled her with great pressure as her cervix spasmed in orgasm. Her cervix helplessly performed its duty and kissed his throbbing shaft repeatedly, sucking and gulping up his surging batter. All went quiet. It was done.
Zach withdrew. He quickly and silently retired to the other room to dress. Anming went with him. "You struggled, my husband. I knew how close Colette had made you. Yet you struggled."
"It was hard for me to get into the perverse edge of it this time or something," said Zach. "I kept feeling that my dick was in an unwanted place. It was baseless, because after all, she orgasmed four times while I fucked her. I don't know. My head was not right this time. I'll have to work on that. Maybe talk offline, low key about it to Ayana. Apologize? At least confess my feeling of, I guess, guilt, even though we all want it to happen."
"Only a thoughtful, virtuous man would be concerned with such things, my husband," said Anming. "Continue doing the admirable thing as I know you will." She kissed him gently. They had a more lingering kiss. He couldn't wait to give Anming a baby. It would be bliss. Their child together would be perfect.
It was time for all of them to show up at the Hightone Club. Aanya must wash away her troubles. Anming wore her summer dress, and Colette wore something similar. Zach wore the comfortable button down shirt and slacks he had on. Khushi and Ayana wore their matching sexy navy knit dresses. It was challenging to get the limp, staggering, giggling Ayana into her dress. It was especially hard with semen repeatedly leaking out and soaking Ayana's panties. They left for the party in two cars. Khushi drove Ayana. Colette went with them to help Khushi drag the extremely unsteady Ayana into the club. Zach drove Anming in his car.
The Hightone Club had a policy of not admitting single men. Considering Zach had several women to vouch for him, the door minders let him in with a stern warning to not disturb other patrons. Ayana was known to the door minders. They let her in on the condition everyone swore she would not ingest any more intoxicants.
It was a fun evening. Zach and Khushi sat next to each other in case reporters were watching. Ayana sat at Khushi's other hand, stoned out of her gourd. Michaela goaded Anming into joining her and Aanya in three vodka toasts. It became obvious Anming was allergic to alcohol after the first shot. Her face went beet red and she got very silly. After three shots, she kissed everyone she could grab. She did it passionately with a lot of tongue and great relish. Many happy women at nearby tables were also beneficiaries. Anming quickly became extremely popular. She had many dance partners throughout the evening. Things happened out on the dance floor during the slow dances, by the look of it. She was carried around on three women's shoulders for a time.
It was still an early evening. Zach, Anming, and Colette arrived at Colby's house by 11 PM. Anming was still beet red and drunk as a skunk. She turned in immediately. Zach turned in with her. Colette prepared her anus and turned in as well. It was a good thing, because Zach awakened hard and urgent around midnight. Colette was the only woman in the bed. She managed to have him attack her pucker. Though the ride was enjoyable for her, he ejaculated quickly and fell back asleep. She was content. She greatly relished Zach being Zach with no artifice.
Colby and the rest of the household arrived home around 1 AM. Zach was erect. Berte grabbed him first. With great relish, she coaxed him to mount her. Soon she was screaming, "Smash my fucking pillars, Zach! Despoil my temple! Bash my pregnant cunt! Oh I'm ready for you sweetheart! Oh yeah, spill your creamy pearls deeply! AAAAAUGH!" She woke up Colette, who smiled. Anming quietly snored through it.
Colleen and Aanya joined Berte and Colette next to Zach. Anming was curled up on the floor. Colby was sleeping in the blue bedroom. She was next morning's insemination queen. He awakened at 2 AM and took Colleen, who had been arranged next to him in the wives' usual orderly fashion. They had long luxurious enjoyable closeness together with lots of whispering. He awoke again at 3 AM and Aanya was there. He pinioned her and pulled her hair back hard. He fucked her as roughly as he could manage. He choked her right at the end. He had been inspired by her earlier description. She loved every instant of it and vibrated and squealed with orgasms throughout. All the wives were getting used to Zach's hourly mayhem. Aanya fell back asleep, content in Zach's arms.
Colby woke Zach up at 4 AM and took him to the blue room. "I spoke with Colleen about taking a retreat with you and the wives. I think we can do it starting August 10th. She can't come, but Aanya can come. Berte can come and wants alone time with you, too."
"That's great news, darling," Zach said sleepily.
Colby continued, "Anming can definitely come. In fact, she's very much looking forward to it. She thinks the quiet mountains will inspire her to make a breakthrough in her theory. She's so happy, Zach. It almost makes me want to let you drag me around naked on a dog leash. Almost."
Hmm, that would be funny," Zach said sleepily. "I think you would be very yappy. You would chase too many squirrels."
"You're pretty much asleep, aren't you?" said Colby.
"Mhm," said Zach. They slept until dawn, when he woke urgent and took Colby. She was pensive underneath him. Physically, it was better than ever for her. She came and came with yowl after wet shrieking yowl. He was sleepy but quite vigorous enough. His dick was just so big and thick and his body crushed her down so satisfyingly. He put a big hot wet load deep into her that woke her up like coffee. She wandered her house for a few hours, thinking about her future. She came back to bed, drawn by the intense physical pleasure she was experiencing under him. Surely it was more than enough for now. As Zach had pointed out, their story together was just beginning. Laying underneath him again, spread and crushed excruciatingly, he pleasured her to immeasurable heights. Afterwards, his semen was everywhere. He drifted off to sleep. She returned to the kitchen a bit bowlegged. She couldn't resist the intense wet nasty extremes of pleasure he forced into her. She couldn't live with the wrenching emptiness that now always followed in its wake.
(To be continued)
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55: Friday July 24, 2043 1200 hours CST: The Big Bang Model
Zach's days had begun to form a routine. First thing in the morning, starting at 4 AM really, he would breed a fertile wife if any. Then he would set off to work with Colette and Anming nude on leashes. They would sneak onto base under picnic blankets and go to his office. Colette would dress and join Alexis for geology work. Anming would stay with him in his office. At noon, he would breed a fertile Breeding Bitch wherever it was convenient on base. Then he would do the other two Breeding Bitches to keep them sane and happy. During this time, Anming generally went with him to the greenhouse and stayed there. She liked it there. At the end of the workday, he would collect Anming and Colette, or they would meet him at his office. They would go with him to breed anybody else who was fertile and needed to be bred that day. From there, they would swing by Alexis's place to douse the fire in the loins of the three Breeding Bitches a second time. Then it was time to go home. He had a few hours to relax. Then it was time for bed. He usually had any women who were in bed with him once overnight. If they wanted to opt out, they slept elsewhere. At 4 AM, his routine started all over again.
So it was that on Friday noon, his fertile Breeding Bitch slot was held by Alexis. The two geologists were working long hours in the visualization lab these days. They were desperately looking for rare metals on or near Mons Olympus. These metals were needed in some of Khushi's production processes. If the geologists couldn't find new deposits, some production lines would have to be shut down until they did.
Zach arrived at the visualization lab. The two women were bent over the 3D projector sweating out some detail. He came up behind Alexis. "It's your time, sweetheart," he said to her gently.
Alexis pulled down her panties. "Could you just... do it right here, tiger? I know it's not very romantic. I'm wet for you, though. I'll cum for you when you're ready to squirt, I promise," she said. "I always cum so easily with you."
"Sure honey," said Zach. He had a close time with her this time. Usually, she wanted it so athletically. He felt like he got to enjoy her a completely different way. At the end, he unleashed a torrent. After he pulled out, she just let it hit the floor and dribble out. She would clean it up later.
He surprised Colette, who was already worked up witnessing his breeding of Alexis. He took her anally. She remained prepared these days. He was more vigorous with her, pulling back her hair sharply. She enjoyed it immensely and climaxed near the end. She kept all of her dose of semen snugly in her well-toned bottom.
Zach showered and met Charisse and Michaela at the greenhouse. Anming was already over there working with Michaela, going over some math. Michaela was an urban girl who didn't want to rut in the soil. He had her over a low table. He had Charisse anally in the dirt. She filled the greenhouse with loud scales and many squeaks at the top when she orgasmed. The lovers were thoroughly covered with dirt afterwards. All three showered in the emergency shower.
Afterwards, Zach sat on the floor up against the table where Anming was working. "Why did you run off this morning?" he asked.
Anming was thoughtful, "My husband, yesterday was overwhelming. A young man, a stranger I'd never met before, shot his cream at me and onto the glass. My head is still spinning. I want to think from a safe distance. And last night! My head is still hurting! I did some things I really need to think through."
"Would it help you to talk to me about them?"
Anming sounded grateful. "I got so tipsy! And then I had a revelation. The secret police were not coming that night. When you live your whole life under the shadow of that, it stays with you. But last night, I was able to peek out and convince myself that the secret police were not coming. It filled me with an elation I can't describe. I could finally express myself as I wanted to in every moment. I kissed everybody! Everybody was so beautiful! It was a spiritual moment for me. I danced with strange women. I let them touch me any way they wanted. I was so grateful for it. I had a huge orgasm out on the dance floor. It frightened me. I ran to the restroom to hide my embarrassment and throw water in my face. One of the women I'd danced with came after me. She was a very manly one. She was handsome, I'd say. She was hard to say no to. She pushed me into a bathroom stall. There, I fully surrendered to her every desire. She did things to me and had me do things to her I'd rather not discuss. It wasn't rape. The force of her willpower compelled me. I wanted it. My head is still spinning. Are you angry with me?" she fell silent, withdrawn.
"Darling, I love you, and I'm not angry or jealous," said Zach. "While you think about it, I want you to know, I support you. You have only 20 more weeks of a whole new free world spread out before you. Squeeze all the life out of it that you can. Take chances. Make mistakes. Get messy. You're washable. But use a condom! The only concern I have between now and then is your health and happiness. I've got your back. I love you. Keep me posted. And most importantly, be yourself, no regrets."
"Yes, my husband," said Anming softly. She returned with a sigh of relief to her work. Zach left her to her work.
Zach spent his afternoon at his apartment reading medical journals and having a few conversations. He texted Beatrice, "I'm at my apartment this afternoon if you want to come over and talk." Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Beatrice with a full bottle of Schnapps and two glasses, as if he didn't have any glasses. She was dressed in that casual-but-not-casual way women sometimes adopt when they were prowling. Though, this one was married. He was a handsome man, though. She could flirt at him to her heart's desire. He could keep up.
Beatrice was medium height, brown hair, D breasts, a few extra pounds, playful pounds, not enough to hide behind. She took pretty good care of herself for a housewife. Yoga, she'd told him. Her outfit was a red knit cotton top, tight. He could see her bra lines. On her nice bottom were yoga pants, black, also tight. He saw her panty lines and a healthy camel toe. Her outfit really did not leave much to the imagination.
Beatrice poured one for Zach and one for herself. They stood and leaned against his kitchen counter and drank. "So why are you leading two stunning naked women around on leashes?"
"Well," started Zach, "one is married."
"Well, that explains it," Beatrice quipped. She was witty.
"Her husband asked me to lead her around naked on a leash as much as I could this week," Zach said.
"Why doesn't he do it himself?"
"He's in an iron lung."
"Oh my gosh!" said Beatrice. "She's the Frenchwoman! The one they talked about at the press conference."
"Yes," said Zach. "Now, all of this is top secret. Don't even tell Eric. Well, you can tell him after we've left for Mars, okay?"
"Your secrets are safe with me, as we've discussed," Beatrice assured him. "December 13th. That's about twenty weeks."
"Yes," said Zach.
"So you're doing him a favor," Beatrice clarified, trying to understand.
"Yes," said Zach.
"What about the other one?" asked Beatrice.
"She saw the first one and admired her," said Zach. "I tried it on her and she liked it, or maybe I should say it was good for her."
"Good for her how?"
"She's fighting a negative body image," said Zach.
"Her? I would kill for looks like theirs, either of them," said Beatrice.
"People's hangups often make no sense," said Zach.
"You astronauts are all so fit," remarked Beatrice, and put her hand on Zach's chest. A beat later, she pulled it back. "That was the Schnapps. Sorry."
"Sorry's not enough," said Zach playfully.
"What then?" said Beatrice.
"Turnabout," said Zach. "I get to smack your butt."
"Gently," Beatrice said, turning around. Zach smacked it medium hard. "Ow! That was too hard. Your turn." Zach turned around. Beatrice smacked his ass. "Ow! I hurt my hand!"
They both smiled. Zach took a good look at her cameltoe. His penis was inflating some. Beatrice didn't miss this detail. Zach didn't miss her not missing it. He said, "Sometimes it frightens women."
"What? Oh that," Beatrice said, blushing.
"It always fits," said Zach.
"I'll bet," said Beatrice with a smirk.
"So you'd have no misgivings?" asked Zach. "Theoretically, of course."
"So now we're getting to your hangups," said Beatrice. "It would be perfectly fine. Men always think it's about the size. Too big or too small or too whatever. It's never about the size, Zach," she said, making intense eye contact. "It's about the man. And you're a good man. That's what really matters to a woman. I know it's what matters to me."
"Thank you Beatrice," said Zach sincerely. "You're a sweetheart. If you weren't married, I would be making serious moves on you."
"Like what, Mr. Swinging Bachelor?" Beatrice provoked, slugging down the rest of her second glass.
"Well, I would kiss you."
"I would hope."
"Hang on, I wasn't finished," said Zach. "I would get you pinned on my couch, that couch over there. I would be kissing you and I'd be rubbing up against you. I would rub my, ahem, perfectly fine thing up against that nice little slot you're showing there."
"Oh dear," said Beatrice, "so I am. I must be getting in the mindset of this swinging bachelor stuff." She said it in a sorry but not sorry way. She grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants as if to pull them down. She pulled them down a couple inches, then playfully back up. "Whoops, not doing that. I guess adjusting them doesn't help," she said. "Now my top is wrinkled." She pulled her shirt up to her bra and then playfully back down. "Whoops, not doing that, either. You make it very hard for a lady to dress properly."
"Well, I can do this," said Zach, and pulled his shirt off. Guys could do that in public. It wasn't wrong.
"Oh my fucking God you are chiseled," breathed Beatrice.
"Well, I work hard at it," said Zach.
"Well, they wear bikini tops at the beach," She said. "But I'm not taking my shirt off. I'm a tub of lard compared to you."
"Oh come on, Beatrice," said Zach. "You aren't either. I can already see that."
"You'll see," said Beatrice. She wiggled out of her top. Her bra slipped a little, but she adjusted it back.
"You look great," said Zach. "Like I said, I would absolutely date you. You're a woman whose body appearance tells me you take good care of yourself. I think you're adorable in every way. That's what's important to me."
"I see you're a deep thinker when skin is involved," Beatrice quipped. She wiggled into her top. "Well, I'd better get back to the grind," she said.
"Thanks for coming by," said Zach. He guessed she had made herself uncomfortable. She grabbed her glasses and the rest of her Schnapps. He let her out the door. "Come back soon," he said as she retreated quickly down the hall.
Zach wanted to find the number of his old psychology teacher, Ben Weil. He did an Internet search on his name. This had to be him. As he recalled, Professor Weil now taught at Lewis and Clark college. Here was his faculty page. Then he saw an obituary for Doctor Weil's wife, Jenny. Oh, that was tragic. The dinner parties they threw were still vivid in Zach's mind. It happened six months ago, and she'd only been 42. It had been a car accident, a head-on collision with a drunk driver who had jumped the median. She had been alone in the car. Both she and the drunk driver had been killed.
Now Zach wasn't so sure he wanted to call. He gathered himself. Sure he should call. It would be a distraction at the very least. "Hello?" Ben answered.
"Doctor Weil! It's Zach Carson. Well, Doctor Zach Carson now."
"My most famous student!" said Ben. "Of course I remember you, Zach. It's been years! What, maybe ten years? But I saw you on the news yesterday. Going to Mars, eh?"
"Yes, I am," said Zach. "In twenty weeks. December 13th. Look, I heard about Jenny. I'm very sorry."
"Oh that," Ben said. "It still doesn't seem real. I've got a good support network, though. Thanks for your condolences, Zach."
"I saw the news when I was looking up your number. I admit I hesitated. This is kind of a little problem. It's kind of a silly problem. Now that I'm on the phone with you, it's actually kind of embarrassing to bring it up."
"C'mon!" said Ben. "The kind of problems you're dealing with all have to be fascinating in comparison to mine."
"I don't know about that," said Zach.
"Well, try me," said Ben.
"Okay," said Zach. "One of my crewmates is autistic."
"Yes," said Ben. "Doctor Kaufman. Brilliant woman, by all accounts. A role model."
"Yes," said Zach. "She's all that. Well, I'm romantically involved with her."
"Oh," said Ben. "Okay. Sounds like things are complicated between you and your crewmates. I saw the Indian astronaut, the engineer. Wow. Well, all of them."
"Actually, things are not complicated," said Zach. "They have it all figured out. Well, mostly figured out. I just try to help out any way I can."
"So let me understand this. Both of them?" asked Ben.
"Not really. This is confidential," said Zach.
"Sounds like you want a session. Bump me a dollar," said Ben. "Thanks. Okay, divulge."
Zach explained, "Khushi, the Indian engineer, is involved with my associate Doctor Dean. But Khushi doesn't want her family to worry."
"Who's the father then?" asked Ben.
"I am," explained Zach. "Khushi wants her child to know their father and have him close by. That makes me the logical choice. And like I said, I'm helping out any way I can."
"Anyway, that's just my curiosity. We'll have to catch up soon, too, but let's get to it," said Ben. "How can I help you?"
Zach explained, "Berte had sexual experiences before me, but they were all in the giving direction. I was the first man she let in under her guard, so to speak."
"It's not uncommon for autistic individuals, even those much older than Berte, to have little or no sexual experience," said Ben. "After all, sex is fundamentally a social interaction. Moreover, plenty of autistic people are averse to being touched or held."
"Luckily, Berte is quite high functioning," said Zach. "She's not averse to touch, and she doesn't suffer from lack of affect."
"So what's the problem?" asked Ben.
"Well, it's not a problem, really," said Zach. "Some of her crewmates have been encouraging Berte to get a little more... uh... experience before she leaves Earth, and they have a point. The population of men on Mars will be quite limited for a while. And we all think, well, I think she needs a special kind of man. A man who's not put off by her unique communication style. A man who can really connect with her."
Ben chuckled, "There are plenty of men who would fit that description, I'm sure. You could try a male escort."
"I'm thinking somebody who's not in it for the money or just for her body," said Zach. "The latter group is what she rejected before."
"I would still recommend a male escort or a sex therapist," said Ben. "They're in common use in the autistic community."
"Still," said Zach. "I'd like to find a more personal solution. Would you be willing to advise her? She shouldn't be relying on me for advice. It's an obvious conflict of interest that I'm not comfortable with. And I'd like an expert to advise her."
"Certainly, I'd be happy to," replied Ben.
"Is there any chance you'll be coming east soon?" asked Zach. "It would be great for you to meet her in person. She makes quite the impression."
"Well, I've been sidetracked by all this stuff." Zach winced. Oh yeah, like his wife's funeral. "But actually, strangely, I've been asked to speak at a psychotherapy convention there in Houston. It's a last minute thing next weekend. I was going to turn them down, but I suppose I could accept. It would get me out of the house. I need that."
"That's wonderful!" said Zach. "So, call me when you're in town?"
"I'll do that."
Zach felt strangely good about that conversation. Doctor Weil, Ben, would know what to do. He texted Berte, "There's an expert in autistics and relationships coming into town in about a week. We'll meet him then for coffee, okay?"
"Agreed," said Berte.
Zach returned to the base and worked for a while in his office. He saw a few patients in the clinic. He missed Anming, but he understood her overwhelm. He could let her cool off a bit. Hmm, her lesbian encounter in the restroom. She didn't even want to describe it to him in general terms! It must have been past red hot. What he would've given to be a fly on that wall. She hadn't seemed traumatized by it at all. He chuckled. He wanted her to have some life experiences she was reluctant to describe to him before they left for Mars forever. She was free now. She should relish it any way it responsibly came at her.
Zach entered the visualization lab at a few minutes to five. Colette was jumpy, knowing what was coming. "I can't pay you this time, Zach," she said.
"That's okay," said Zach. "You can owe me."
"Don't worry, Zach, you'll get your stud fee," said Alexis. "The Breeding Bitches are hosting a gangbang for Colette tomorrow afternoon. Half the student body will be there. She'll make her money."
"Well, that's a relief," Zach joked. He was uncomfortable about the whole deal. Frigging X.
Colette's alarm rang. She pulled her panties down. Before she could get them off, Zach was behind her. He grabbed her hair with one hand and bent her roughly over the viz table. One side of the projection of the south side of Mons Olympus fell into shadow. "Hey, don't knock any projectors out of alignment," warned Alexis.
With the other hand, Zach spread Colette's slick vulva and penetrated her. He rocked his penis into her wet vagina in a few strokes. It was obvious from her readiness that she'd been thinking about this all day. Red indicators for drones scrolled slowly across her face as her mouth opened with ecstasy. He was bashing her hard from behind, holding her head and body firmly down on the viz table. Her smell came wafting up to him, sharp, and just a little sour. "I can," she whimpered.
"Climax," Zach ordered.
"EEUHMmmm," Colette cried. She huffed and squeezed out the words, "I can!"
"Climax-"
"YAAAAH!" Colette howled.
"Freely."
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-AHHHHNNNN!!"
"Fuck, Zach, don't kill the woman," Alexis chided. "I need her to diagnose these drones."
"UAAAAAAH!" Colette screeched. "Muh-muh-muh-huh-NAWWWWW!!"
At the same time, Zach roared, "RAAAAAAH!"
Colette moaned, "UHHNNN!" as she felt Zach's hot wet semen strike her back wall and fill her. Drool had leaked out of her mouth onto the viz table as she'd been screaming. The room was quiet other than his panting, which slowed quickly.
"That sounded satisfying," said Alexis.
"Oh, yeah," breathed Zach. He let Colette up. As he pulled out, she let his semen splash out onto the floor as Alexis had earlier.
Alexis walked over and spanked Colette once hard. "You've made a mess of our lab, you squealing whore!" she scolded.
"Yes, that's what I am," Colette moaned. She took her panties off the rest of the way and used them to wipe her crotch.
"Now get on your knees, you lazy cunt, and clean your senpai," Alexis commanded. Colette turned around, got on her knees, and licked and sucked Zach's cock clean of semen and wet. Alexis continued, "And while you're down there, lick that fucking shit off the floor."
"That's right," Alexis said to Zach, "you get the royal treatment. Next time you fuck me in here, I'll ask you to ask her to clean us both off."
Colette cleaned the viz table with a cloth, then a wet wipe, then an optical cloth. As she did, the shadow over the slope of Mons Olympus dissipated.
"Every drop, you fuckpig cunt!" Alexis shouted, then her tone abruptly changed. "Now, what about diagnosing those RJ's? Those are completely insane." Then to Zach, "Don't wait. I'll drive her home."
"They're showing metals in their backlogs," Colette replied, her fingers working furiously on the keyboard. The talented women were deep into some serious work they needed to get right on with. He had effectively been dismissed.
But Zach wasn't done. He came up behind Alexis, grabbed a good handful of her hair, and yanked down her panties. "Maybe-" she began to complain. He banged her head down firmly on the viz table and lifted her dress. She was dripping wet. He stretched her to the maximum in a few rocking thrusts and settled into a firm pace. She moaned out a long orgasm; her knees wobbled then buckled as his long slow thrusts touched her soul. She'd been on a hair trigger from watching her colleague be so forcefully bred. She had watched as Colette had jerked with rapture at the end. Alexis's baby was now calling to her, forcing unimaginable delight upon her at being bred. Her mind emptied helplessly and blissfully as she howled in orgasm. Her mouth voiced the desire of her womb, which cried out to be filled with hot cream and wiggling sperm.
Zach arrived at the greenhouse to pick up Anming. She was working by herself in the quiet of the greenery. Aanya had left for Colby's. Charisse and Michaela had left to go back to Alexis's place. Anming had a big smile for Zach. "My husband, I'm making progress," she said.
"On your Unified Field model?"
"Yes," said Anming. "I've had some new ideas. May I share a secret?"
"Anytime, honey," Zach encouraged. "I love to hear about your life."
"It was when the man-lady was strongly... hmm... appreciating me. She banged my head forcefully against the door of the toilet stall. That was the moment when this whole new approach flooded into my head. I shrieked, 'Now I see!' The man-lady was very gratified by this and... hmm... kept going, and I was... hmm... very thankful to her. She forcefully encouraged me to... hmm... demonstrate my thanks shortly thereafter." Anming blushed and turned away to hide it.
"That's wonderful, sweetheart. I've often found that my best inspiration comes when I'm engaged with something entirely unrelated," Zach said. Anming was looking itchy, restless. "Would you like to make love to celebrate, here among the plants?"
"When is my first day?" Anming asked.
"Next Tuesday," said Zach. "So, four days from now."
"It's like waiting for my marriage day," said Anming. "Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm enjoying the anticipation. And I have seen how hard you work on behalf of our crewmates. It's so unrelenting! I don't want to be the one who makes you fall dead of a heart attack."
"You silly," said Zach. "That's not going to happen. Frankly, I'm feeling stronger than ever. You've seen me, heard me. Every night, I go through the entire bed."
"All except poor Colette, who is breeding," said Anming.
"You're right. I've been running out of time for her," said Zach. "Not last night, but most nights. My point is, I wouldn't be that energetic overnight if I was wiped out at the end of the day."
"My husband," Anming said, "I wouldn't forgive myself if anything were to happen. The deserving ones would have every right to say I was greedy. They would have the right to say I couldn't wait for my own turn."
"They would never do that," said Zach.
"My husband... hmm... I think you miss me!" Anming suddenly realized. "With all these beautiful women. Even with all that." She was dazed.
"You're right, I do," said Zach. "I really do."
"Can you save your... hmm... missing me... for my special week?" asked Anming.
"I can," said Zach. "But if I do, I'll be at you constantly and vigorously during your week. And I mean constantly."
"My womb feels sore already!" Anming joked, holding her lower abdomen.
"You don't seem unhappy at the prospect," Zach said.
"My husband, I am not made of tissue paper that blows away on the wind," Anming said. "Anything you give, I can take. If I have to walk with a cane for weeks after, it will be worth it. I would suffer much more to put our child in my womb. But please, I beg you, let me help my sisters this week. Despite your protests, you don't have infinite amounts of cream. Use it for those in need."
"Very well," said Zach.
They left the greenhouse and the base to visit Charisse and Michaela at Alexis's house. After satisfying the two women, Zach and Anming headed home to Colby's. He wanted to talk to Colby, but she had gone out. Instead, he watched the latest Aarev Acharya movie with everybody. Mr. Acharya was Aanya's favorite Bollywood star. In Zach's opinion, there were excessive amounts of singing and dancing in the movie. It was, after all, about a disaster at an old-style fission nuclear power plant. However, he had to admit that "Supercritical" was a very catchy tune and dance number.
After that, it was time for bed. Colleen was queen of the morning. She retired to the blue bedroom. Colby still wasn't home, but it was 2300, and she was a full-grown woman. Zach texted her, "Come to bed," and left it at that. Anming was on the floor next to the bed, and he had her leash around his wrist. She would be roused and would thereby feel proud of his diligent servicing of her crewmates throughout the night. Berte and Aanya followed Colette's lead and greased up their assholes. Berte slept next to him, and asked him to finish in her bottom, pretty please. Aanya asked for him to use her bottom the whole time. She additionally asked him to choke her, spank her, and pull her hair a lot while doing it. Colette smiled at all this. She said she was happy to have been an inspiration.
At midnight, Zach woke up and took Berte in her anus. She was surprised he started there. She took it like a champ and orgasmed with the help of Jill even though it was fairly quick. At 1 AM, he took Aanya in her anus with probably not as much spanking or choking as she wanted. At 2 AM, he took Aanya again. Now she was completely satisfied, a bit crippled in fact. Colby was still not around. At 3 AM, he took Colette. At 4 AM, Colleen fetched him, washed him off thoroughly in the shower, and threw him into her blue bedroom bed. He gave her good doses of semen amid many orgasms both at dawn and breakfast time. Colby appeared at breakfast. She had slept in the green bedroom, not wanting to wake up the house at her return.
It was Saturday morning. Zach's weekend daily routine had many similarities to his weekday routine. Dawn was reserved for a fertile wife. This morning it had been Colleen. Noon was for fertile Breeding Bitches. Today it would be Charisse. Early evening was for other fertile crewmates. Today it would be Ayana. Other than these duties, his weekend days were free. This afternoon, the Breeding Bitches were hosting a gangbang for Colette. There, she could earn the rest of her money. He would probably hang out there until he had to leave for Ayana's. He had a few phone calls to make other than that.
After breakfast, Zach got a call from Eric Harding, his neighbor Beatrice's husband. He sounded nervous and asked for a face-to-face conversation sometime that day. They agreed that Eric would drop by Zach's apartment at 2 PM. Was Eric upset about Zach's interactions with Beatrice? He hadn't sounded upset. More like apologetic.
He wanted to talk to Colby, but she had left. Colleen said, "All she said was that she was feeling very emotional. She'll be fine, Zach. You have that retreat coming up. You'll see her in the morning. She wouldn't miss her basting. If she does, you're all mine!" she kidded, dismissing the slight misgivings they both felt.
He called Ayana to talk out his feelings about the inseminations and check in with her regarding her feelings. "I thought I should call you," said Zach.
"What can I do for you?" asked Ayana.
"I've been feeling guilty-"
"Guilty?? Why?" Now Ayana was concerned.
"It's when you try to jump out of your skin," said Zach. "I feel like I'm hurting you."
"I'm super sorry about that, Zach," said Ayana. "You know I've wished I was even a little bit bi, but I'm not. There's a point when it's just -- yuhh. I think I'm getting better. Keep telling yourself I want you to. That's what I do with myself when I feel unsteady."
"Look at me all bent, when it must be that much harder for you," said Zach. "At least I'm attracted to the opposite sex."
"Don't devalue your struggle, Zach," Ayana insisted. "I know that the last thing you want to do is cause hurt. It's a hundred times easier for you and I to take hurt for a good cause than give it."
"So it's true I'm hurting you when we do it," said Zach.
"No, not at all," Ayana quickly said. "It's surprisingly pleasant, actually. Khushi and Colette are a pair of wiccan queens, I'm sure you agree. Having Anming there naked and watching me intently was also a turn-on. Those orgasms I'm having are all real. But I'm not going to lie to you. There are passing moments when it freaks me the fuck out. I'm sorry it's such a problem."
"I kind of understand," said Zach. "If I was having a man do me in order to get pregnant, I would be really messed up! I'm not sure if I'd have the courage to agree to it."
"Just do me Zach. You have my permission, you know that," said Ayana. "Just do whatever you need to finish. If you don't like the curtain, we can remove it. If you want me from the front, no problem, I can put on a blindfold. Heck, if you want me to try to suck your cock beforehand or anything else, I'll try. I don't forget for an instant the service you're doing me. It's priceless."
"I think this conversation is helping me. Maybe I'll keep calling you and talking like this beforehand. Maybe this evening we could try it from the front and without the curtain," said Zach.
"Absolutely, Zach," said Ayana. "I'll let Khushi know. I hope it helps you to be fired up. Thank you again. We'll get it done."
At noon, Zach showed up at Alexis's with a nude Anming and Colette in tow. There was a lot of activity to get ready for Colette's gangbang due to start in an hour. Anming and Colette pitched in while Charisse led Zach into the bedroom. Charisse was excitedly looking forward to fluffing students at the gangbang. She sang her scales roughly with him. In between orgasms, she shared her excitement about soon spreading for a healthy batch of condom-clad young men. She moped that she didn't prefer condoms, but would live with them. Was she talking to him about this out of pure excitement? Was she trying to spark jealousy in him?
Zach hung out there for the first half hour of the gangbang. It wasn't just a few students. Sixty young men in masks collected in Alexis's living room. He stood there in the corner watching Colette take man after man at $20 a pop. Anming was standing in the corner with him. She was naked except for her mask and on her leash. They'd talked beforehand about the light petting he might let a few of the young men do. A nice young man came up to talk to them both. "Lorelei," said Zach. "Lorelei" was Anming's pseudonym for the gangbang. "Do you think this young man is handsome?"
"Very handsome, my husband." This was their code that let Zach know the young man was acceptable. She could also say, "certainly" if she had misgivings or was simply overwhelmed and needed a break.
He spoke to the young man. "You may touch her. Yes, beautiful skin. Yes, very sensitive nipples. They perk right up, don't they, given a little attention. I like to run my fingers through her bush, too. Wet, you say? I'm not surprised. Don't rub or insert any fingers please. Thanks. Kiss her? Here's a breath mint. Yeah she likes it. Suck on her nipples too, if you want. Sure, you can take a whiff, but no licking or fingering. Thanks."
Zach brought the masked Anming to his apartment when he went to meet Eric. He put Anming in the bedroom. Eric arrived and Zach let him in. Eric began nebulously, "It seems like you and Beatrice are good friends."
"Yes, I would like to hope so," said Zach.
Eric looked uncomfortable. "I saw the press conference with all your crewmates and your fiancee. They're all stunning. I suppose Beatrice is not in their league."
"Don't be daft," said Zach. "Your wife is very beautiful, and plus she has a winning personality."
Eric nervously said, "Can I share something personal about Beatrice?"
"Sure," said Zach. "I'm all ears."
Eric swallowed hard. "You've been on her freebie list for some time."
"You mean the list where?" said Zach. "Oh."
"And when we've talked about it," Eric rushed on, "we've hesitated. Number one, we both thought you'd just say no. It seems like whenever I see you, half the time, you've got an incredible woman on your arm. Number two, we were worried that if anything happened, it would have to end weird. I mean, we're neighbors. We didn't want there to be a feeling of obligation or awkwardness just from asking. We could lose a perfectly good neighbor, and friend, if I may be so bold."
"You may," said Zach. "Well, I'm flattered, extremely flattered that you two would think so highly of me."
"Now that you're going away to Mars," continued Eric, swallowing hard, "we're not worried about reason number two anymore. As for reason one, you've somehow emboldened my wife."
"Well," said Zach softly, "I'm more flattered."
"I want you to know, Zach," said Eric in a quavering voice, "whatever happens between you two, I'm okay with."
"Would you be willing to put that in writing?" asked Zach. "Because I'm a public figure, at least a bit of one. I need to think of NASA's reputation if this ever came out."
"Sure, give me a pen and paper," said Eric. He wrote out a quick note and signed it.
"I don't suppose Anming Tang is on your freebie list," said Zach.
"Who? The famous astrophysicist?" said Eric. "I'm afraid I'm not that imaginative. She's one of your crewmates, isn't she?"
"She is," said Zach. "Just curious. Allow me to show you something." He went to the bedroom and brought out Anming. She was naked on her leash. Eric's eyes bugged out, and then he took a deep breath and calmed himself. Zach made an introduction. "This is Anming's friend Lorelei who is visiting from Taiwan. She wanted to have some fun today and I agreed to escort her. Lorelei, this is Eric."
"Um... huh... hi," said Eric.
Zach asked, "Lorelei, do you think this man is handsome?"
"Very much, um, Zachary," replied Anming.
"Would you be interested in touching her?" asked Zach.
"Yes, absolutely," Eric said.
"Would you be violating any agreements between you and your wife?" asked Zach. "I wouldn't want to mess you up."
"I'm allowed to go to a strip club as long as I don't spend over $100 and I tell her about it afterwards," said Eric. "No mouth or genital contact. And I have to wash my hands. This situation seems to fit well enough."
"I would agree," said Zach. "Go ahead and touch her."
"Hi Lorelei," said Eric sheepishly to Anming. "May I touch you?"
Anming smiled. "Yes, you may."
Zach chuckled and said, "Everybody goes straight for that muff of hers. Isn't it adorable?"
"So adorable," said Eric.
Beatrice called Zach immediately after Eric's departure. "I hope we didn't offend you," she blurted. "I'm just this bored lonely housewife who drinks too much peppermint Schnapps and has fantasies about her neighbors. I'm not an interesting person."
"Of course you didn't offend me, my dear Beatrice. I'm very flattered, extremely flattered," said Zach. "Why are you calling me on the phone? I know you're right down the hall. Come over. Bring your Schnapps. Better yet, leave your Schnapps behind. I have some Creme de Menthe over here that needs finishing off."
"Where are your naked women?" Beatrice asked.
"One is here with me," said Zach. "Your husband will have a little story about that."
"He will, will he?" Beatrice said gleefully.
"All my fault, I assure you."
"I don't doubt that for an instant."
"The other naked woman is across town getting gang banged by sixty university students," said Zach.
"Christ! Will she be okay?" asked Beatrice.
"She'll be fine," Zach assured her. "A lot of people are looking after her and making sure she's enjoying it. Come on by."
"Eric is waiting to talk to me," said Beatrice. Zach could hear her in the background saying to him, "You've been naughty, haven't you?"
"Okay," said Zach. "Call ahead and drop by anytime." They hung up.
"What's a freebie list?" asked Anming.
After getting Anming up to speed on that particular part of western culture, Zach called Sidonie as promised. She was too busy to meet. Oliver was sick and her mother was sick. She was spending all her time driving between her home and the hospital, back and forth. She took a rain check.
Zach brought Anming back to the gangbang. The number of young men there had dropped to about thirty. Zach led Anming around, and together they found several young men she found interesting. Alexis aka "Gaia" fed Anming some rum cake that must have been more rum than cake. Within ten minutes, Anming was beet red and running up to young men asking, "May I kiss you?" If the answer was "yes," which it always was, she would feed them some of "Gaia's" rum cake and then French kiss the hell out of them.
Once, only once, Zach had to reel Anming in smartly by her leash and give her a spank. It was when he realized that she was allowing her current smooching partner to surreptitiously finger bang her. He had been watching an exhausted Colette with concern. He only noticed because Anming moaned loudly. He turned around to see her taut little ass shake once in orgasm. She was busted. He had to be sure to share her body equally with the students. Otherwise, well, things might escalate quickly with this much ardor in the room. He didn't believe she intended to become a full participant in the gangbang.
There were still two dozen young men milling around when Colette reached her fundraising goal. She crawled off upstairs to shower and fall into bed for a well-deserved nap. Charisse gleefully took her place to finish off the remainder. She was operating under the pseudonym "Raccoon Girl" at Alexis's, that is to say "Gaia's" insistence. Nobody knew why, since her mask covered her black eyes. She explained to those gathered that the prices were the same as before. She would donate her proceeds to the local free clinic. There was some discussion of whether students who had already taken a turn in Colette could get the $20 rate again for Charisse. The answer was no.
She insisted that Zach hold her hand while she took the young men. He agreed. He knew this was another test. He hoped Charisse didn't break herself testing him. Alexis joined him, and together they held Charisse's legs up and apart. Student after student enjoyed Charisse missionary style. There was expert fluffing by Michaela aka "Stefka." Charisse was done in ninety minutes. All the students cleared off. Charisse had raised over seven hundred dollars for charity.
Colette paid Zach $1,000 for her previous breeding. They were square again. She already had her final payment in hand. Zach, Anming, and Colette left the Breeding Bitches to clean up. They told him to not bother coming around that evening. They had all taken their requisite thousand yards of cock that day and then some.
(To be continued)
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56: Saturday July 25, 2043 1800 hours CST: Easy Cum, Easy Go
Zach took Colette and Anming with him to Ayana's house to help with the breeding. Khushi met them at the door. Ayana was arm-in-arm with her, stoned out of her mind. "Kiss me Zach!" she shouted. He gave her a friendly peck on the lips. She giggled and chided, "You can do better than that." He leaned in and gave her a wet kiss, no tongue. She growled, "More!" He went for it. They lashed tongues for a few seconds. She backed away, laughing gleefully like he had tickled her.
"But that's not all!" Ayana declared. "Yes, tell me now," she said to Khushi. Khushi began whispering in her ear.
Whisper. Ayana asked, "Do you like my wet cunt, Zach?"
"Yes," Zach replied.
Whisper. Ayana asked, "Does it feel good on your cock when my wet cunt grips you?"
"Yes."
Whisper. "Look, it's working. You like pushing your cock into my wet cunt and making it open for you?"
"Yes."
Whisper. "I want your fat penis to fill me up. Show me your fat penis. Jesus Christ on a cracker! Does that go inside me??"
Whisper. Whisper. Whisper. Deep breathing for Ayana. Whisper. "Now I'm going to worship your manly, dominant cock." She struggled for a moment to keep a straight face. She was stoned out of her mind and doing the best she could. Zach appreciated the thought the women were putting into this. Whisper. "With my mouth." She grabbed his cock to steady herself and unsteadily bent over as if to address it. Khushi got on her knees. Ayana followed suit. She tentatively tasted the tip of his cock. "Puh!" she said, "What is this stuff?"
"It's precum," said Khushi.
"It's salty," said Ayana. She put the whole head of Zach's cock into her mouth and held it there like a lozenge. Khushi spat on her hands and worked them up and down his shaft. This didn't feel half bad.
"Okay, that's enough," said Khushi, stopping her pumping.
Ayana gently released his cock head. Whisper. She said, "Think about fucking my face with your cock, Zach." Whisper. "Think about making me choke on your cock." Whisper. "And blowing your load down my throat as I pass out." Whisper. "You want me from the front today." She leaned back on the floor, stared at him, and spread her legs wide, bumping into Khushi with one leg. He saw her vulva was wet. Whisper. "I want your cock to fill me so bad." She even added a sexy little whimper at the end. She was working it!
Such diligence deserved a swift reward. Zach picked Ayana up off the floor and rushed her to the nearest horizontal surface. It happened to be a couch. It was a soft couch. He pushed her down into it until she was curled up in a ball. Her hips were pointing straight up. In a couple of thrusts, while she said, "Oh! Oh!" He buried his cock into her and pumped furiously. Khushi rushed over and squeezed in between them to give Ayana a passionate kiss. Ayana's legs quivered as she climaxed. He was not quite ready, but he was getting close quickly. He switched to slow, firm thrusts that pounded her.
Khushi was face to face with Ayana kissing her, whispering to her, teasing her nipples. "Yes, you're almost there!" Khushi encouraged. "I love you so much. Let our baby in. Let it in!"
Ayana thrashed suddenly in a powerful climax, her mouth locked with Khushi's. Zach groaned and shot two beefy squirts down into Ayana with great satisfaction. The teasing had been ludicrous, but it had worked well to get him comfortable with having intercourse with her. She was so stoned and so teased up, it didn't seem to have cooled her down, either. Khushi was easily able to help her squeeze out a couple of orgasms. It was a success. "Thank you, Ayana," he said. "Thank you, Khushi. The two of you made that easy and enjoyable. And memorable!"
Zach, Colette, and Anming took their leave and drove home to Colby's house. There were a few hours of daylight left. Zach decided to go for a run by himself around the lake. He'd gotten too little exercise lately. He was feeling recovered now from the change in gravity. It was good to be alone for a change and get a sense of serenity back. He arrived home around dusk and had some late dinner. Anming, Berte, and Colleen were watching a documentary about art forgery in the living room. Aanya and Colby were watching a comedy show in the family room. Colette, exhausted from the gangbang, had gone to sleep in the red bedroom. He went to watch the comedy show in the family room. He got behind Colby to rub her shoulders and cuddle up to her.
Soon enough, it was time for bed. Colby, who was the insemination queen in the morning, went to the blue bedroom. The other arrangements were as before with Anming on the floor next to him and Colleen on his other side. Aanya and Berte had expectantly prepared their anuses. Colleen let it be known she wanted her load, if any, in the cooch. She wanted to increase her chances of conception by at least a small degree. Berte laughed at the word "cooch" and repeated it several times before falling asleep.
At midnight, Zach awakened and took Colleen missionary style. She was as responsive as ever. He put a big batch of squirts into her, having not ejaculated in six hours. At 1 AM, he took Berte vaginally. He switched to her ass at the last moment, as she preferred. She had a couple of intense orgasms at the end. He vigorously punished Aanya's ass at 2 AM. At 3 AM, he took Aanya again in the ass. He lived for hearing those three words croaked from a destroyed Aanya, "Very good rape."
At 4 AM, Colby grabbed Zach, washed him off, and took him to bed in the blue bedroom. He was sleepy and she was wakeful. She got up for an hour. She came back to bed before dawn, and he woke up and had her. The sex, even though it was sleepy middle of the night sex, was devastatingly good for her. He seemed perfectly tuned to her body, or her body was now tuned to his. They woke together around breakfast time. This time she shook the house with her cries. She had never realized sex could get this good. At the same time, she felt emptier than ever in its aftermath. She was feeling very emotional. She hid in bed for another few hours, tossing and occasionally crying for no apparent reason. Finally she was so hungry she had to get up.
Zach, Anming, and Colette had already left to go to Alexis's house. Alexis's cunt was still sore as hell from the gangbang. "It wasn't the dicks, it was the condoms," she insisted. She swore at him and cursed him for fucking her. He knew she wanted the insemination. It kept him going. Despite the pain, she had an orgasm, and he exploded in her. His semen appeared to be a restorative. Michaela and Charisse waved him off. All three told him to not bother coming back that evening. They needed to rest.
Zach and his two naked charges went to his apartment. He wanted to listen and play some Erik Satie for them on his excellent sound system. He also played them a Symphony by Prokofiev. The doorbell rang. He left his two naked women there to bliss out on the music and went to answer it.
It was Beatrice visiting. Zach ventured a little hug, which she returned awkwardly. They stood in the kitchen listening to the faint music from the other room and exchanging few words. He made them two grasshoppers from his Creme de Menthe and they drank them in an uncomfortable silence. When he could stand it no longer, he walked up to her and kissed her with increasing passion. He felt her vibrating excitement as she returned the kiss. She was shaking when they came up for air. "I have to go," she said. "You have guests. Eric is waiting."
"Will you come tomorrow at 1 PM?" asked Zach.
"I think you'll have to wait until at least 1:05 PM," Beatrice quipped. "But I'll show up at 1 PM."
"I'll try to make your dreams come true," he said. He took her empty glass and ushered her out.
As the door clicked shut, Colette quipped from behind him, "I know. You must be tired of bony women. Or is it that you can't say 'no'?"
"It's not that I can't say 'no'," said Zach. "It's that I never seem to want to." Colette clicked her tongue once at him. They walked back together to rejoin Anming on the couch. He turned off the music. "I need some advice about how to proceed. Can you give it without risking punishment?"
"Yes, I can give you any advice on how to operate me," said Colette. "X and I don't expect you to know or remember everything about me."
"We need to make this discussion intelligible to Anming," said Zach.
"Anming," said Colette. "The rule is, if I break any rules or instructions X has set, I must be punished. The punishment is to be whipped five times with a belt. If I back-talk Zach, he must punish me. That's why he's so cautious asking me about certain things. If he asks, I must answer him truthfully or be punished, even if the answer requires him to punish me. He doesn't want to put me in that corner."
"I understand," said Anming. "This is exactly the kind of behavior the state requires of a wife back in my home country. Not the five times with a belt necessarily. It's whatever the husband wants to do. It's why I never agreed to marry. Though before long, the state would have required me to marry."
"This is different," said Colette, "because I choose this. It comforts me. It excites me. Even the punishment, when it's warranted."
"Well, better you than me," Anming smiled. "I enjoy being husbanded by my wonderful husband Zach. I relish that he is so generous with me. He allows everything I'm interested in. He makes me test my boundaries. He punishes me a little if I deserve it, though. For example, I got drunk and misbehaved with a student at the gangbang. For that, he yanked my leash and gave me a spank. He's a dream come true for me."
"I agree, he's a keeper," Colette grinned. "So Zachary, what is your question?"
"You must be sore today," said Zach. "Yet, I'd prefer you to orgasm when I inseminate you in an hour. It helps with conception. More than that, I want you to enjoy the process, and I'm concerned you might not."
Colette said, "Here's what I'd recommend. You should humiliate me as much as you can by making me obey. Call me names. Make me crawl, grovel, lick your feet, lick Anming's feet if she's willing, and lick your toilet. Spit on me, piss and shit on me if you can. Make me clean it up. Invite your neighbors over to do the same, if it won't bother them. This will get me ready. I mean, REALLY ready." Colette was wide-eyed and salivating by the time she finished this.
"The next part should be for you. We should do some kissing, petting, whatever would get you ready to be sexy with me. I know this part would make it best for you. I feed off of your excitement."
"When we want to start in earnest, do you have a vibrator? Oh yes, the fabled Bruce that Berte named. I'll pleasure myself with the vibrator while I'm on my knees with your cock choking me. I think you've done this enough to me to know how much I love it. This will make both of us very ready to orgasm. Then you can push in. It won't hurt that much. As much as you need to, you can move in me to stay ready. I'll continue to excite myself with your vibrator until I can orgasm, and then we can finish together."
"Sounds great," Zach said. "Anming, do you want to help?"
"I'm willing to call her names and let her lick my feet," said Anming. "That's all I'm comfortable with."
"That's fine, perfect," said Zach. He ruminated over whether he should call Eric and Beatrice. On one hand, it would be great for Colette if they'd be willing. On the other hand, it might disturb them, and that would be awful. He decided to call and at least ask Beatrice about it.
"Hello, Zach," said Beatrice.
"Are you and Eric over at your apartment?" Zach asked.
"We are," said Beatrice. "What can we do for you?"
"It's actually a favor for a friend," said Zach.
"One of your naked women?" she quipped.
"Actually, yes," said Zach. "You remember the one who was being gang banged yesterday?"
"Oh no," said Beatrice. "Does she need a cold compress? A place to hide?"
"No, she's fine, physically," said Zach. "As you can imagine, she's looking to unwind after taking all those young men yesterday."
"I can't imagine," said Beatrice.
"Anyway, the way she likes to unwind is to be obedient under difficult circumstances, humiliating circumstances," said Zach. "I imagine this doesn't make much sense to you. It doesn't make complete sense to me either. I'm merely trying to do what her husband wants, what they both want."
Zach heard her swallow on the other end of the line. "This is all interesting to hear about," she offered.
"Do you mind me asking?" Zach ventured.
"Certainly not," said Beatrice. "It should never hurt to ask. I appreciate that you'd even want to invite us." She added embarrassedly, "Unless I miss my guess."
"I was wondering whether you and Eric would be willing to come over. They're both here naked," said Zach.
"I know Eric won't mind," Beatrice snickered. "And I'll come along, only to make sure he behaves, of course."
"She will probably crawl around on all fours. Would you be willing to call her bad names, and hear us call her bad names?" asked Zach.
"How bad?" asked Beatrice.
"Like 'cunt'. Like 'whore'. Like 'fuckpig'," said Zach.
"Those are awful names, all right," she said. "I've never even heard of the last one. You'd never call anyone those things unless you knew they wanted you to, right?"
"Of course not, never," said Zach. "Women are goddesses. It's a challenge to give Colette what she needs on behalf of her husband. I do my best."
"Oh that's right," said Beatrice. "That poor woman, apart from her husband! You bet I'll call her a fuckpig. I'll call her a fuckpig all day long if it helps. I'll explain it in a minute, honey. No, I'm talking to Zach. In a minute. Oh and I'll get Eric to do it too. He won't need much persuading," she snickered.
"Would you be willing to let her lick your feet?" asked Zach.
"This is getting kinky!" Beatrice snickered. "Feet only that's it?"
"Feet only," said Zach. "That's it."
Beatrice snickered. "I'll make Eric do it. He's ticklish, it will serve him right," she snickered. "I'll keep my shoes on, if you don't mind."
"Perfectly fine," said Zach. "Please come over, then."
Zach answered the door. The Hardings were all smiles, looking nervous and excited. Perfect. "This way," he said. He ushered them into the living room. Anming was sitting naked on the couch. Colette was already on all fours, looking patient but eager. He ushered them to sit down on the couch. It was funny to see them arrange themselves with respect to Anming. At first, it looked like Eric was going to sit next to her. Then Beatrice, with a mischievous grin, moved him over and sat next to Anming herself. She looked at him, daring him to complain or ask to switch. He sat down. Zach spoke, "Would you like anything? Marijuana wafer? A drink perhaps?"
"I'd like one of those grasshoppers," said Beatrice.
Eric said, "That would be good for me, yes, also." He was struggling to get used to the two naked women in the room.
"Colette, please go fix a grasshopper for each of our guests," Zach ordered. After she left the room, Zach said, "Here is how it's going to go. When she comes back with the drinks, I'm going to have her get down on all fours. I'm going to call her some names. I'm going to order her to open her mouth, and I'm going to spit into it. Then I'm going to order her to greet each of you and Anming. Feel free to call her names. Feel free to order her to open her mouth and spit into it. All around and back to me. Otherwise, we'll just be talking, joking, chatting. The next lap will be more name calling accompanied by foot licking. Don't take off or put on your own shoes. Order her to do it. You'll see; I'll demonstrate. After that, I'll usher you two out, unless you want to stay for what happens after that."
"No, I think that will be plenty for this afternoon," Beatrice said.
"For me, too," said Eric. He was no dummy.
"Are all of you still feeling good about this? Ready to do it?" Zach asked. They all nodded. "If at any point, you don't want to do it any more, just get up and sit over there. Or you can stand against the wall. You can even wait next to the front door if you want." Beatrice raised her hand. "Yes, Beatrice, you can just ask."
"Can I touch you?" Beatrice asked Anming.
"Be my guest," said Anming.
Beatrice gently felt each of Anming's breasts. "These are a nice pair of breasts," she said. "They're soft. Heh, except the nipples. I've never felt a woman's breasts before... other than my own."
"I bet yours are soft except the nipples, too," offered Zach.
"Heh," Beatrice said to that, and abruptly changed the subject. "Are these the ones you sucked on, honey?" Eric looked at his wife and blushed. It was evident she loved to put her husband on the spot.
Zach said, "Those are the breasts of the world's most renowned physicist."
"Oh," said Beatrice. "These are smart-looking breasts. You look smart all over."
"Thank you," said Anming.
Colette arrived with the drinks. Things proceeded more or less as Zach had described. He showed them how to grab Colette by the hair firmly without pulling her hairs out. He showed them to hold her head back smartly, tell her to open, then spit into her mouth. He called her a whore, a bitch in heat, a cunt, a fuckpig, a fucktoy.
He passed her on to Eric. Eric asked his wife whether he should spit in Colette's mouth. Zach said it would really help her. Beatrice said yes. Eric spat into her mouth following Zach's example of pulling her hair back, albeit more gently. Eric called her a very naughty woman, a trollop, a bad dirty naked woman, and finally a cunt. Zach would bet anything the couple had discussed that word before coming over. Eric was in a difficult spot. He didn't want to offend his wife. Zach was right there with him, but he was the leader and had to set a good example. He had said some bad words to Beatrice before she'd agreed to come over. He had to hope she wouldn't get offended or scared after the fact.
Eric passed her to Beatrice. Beatrice grabbed Colette by the hair firmly and pulled her head back with gusto, and then, face to face with her, shouted, "You fucking whore! How many men did you have in that diseased cunt of yours yesterday? How many?!?"
The room was silent for a few beats, and then Colette whimpered softly, "Fifty eight, ma'am."
"Fifty eight! Fifty eight! You should get a whipping for each and every one of them, you disgusting cunt!" Beatrice shouted. "Were you even able to satisfy them all?"
"Yes, ma'am. Some in my mouth, ma'am, if they couldn't finish in my cunt." Zach could tell Colette was digging this unexpected turn of events. Beatrice still had her sharply by the hair. Eric's eyes were wide watching his wife unexpectedly take charge, and he was smiling. The grilling made sense to Zach. More than anything else, Beatrice's curiosity was insatiable.
"You fucking fucktoy! Fuckwad! Fuck... uh... FUCKPIG! Little squealing fuckpig! Open your fuckpig mouth, fuckpig!" Colette complied. Beatrice took a sip of her drink and kissed Colette deeply and sharply. She pushed the gulp of drink into Colette's mouth. Colette swallowed, twice. Beatrice broke the kiss. "Get out of here!" said Beatrice, leading her by the hair over to Anming.
"Bravo," said Zach.
"Wow, honey," said Eric. "Wow." He looked very proud, as well he should be. For a debut domme performance, it was a stunner.
"Sorority hazings," Beatrice chuckled and winked at them. She was a wealth of surprises, this woman.
Anming was good at pulling Colette's hair back. She just said, "You fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-open." She spat, but it fell short and landed on Colette's chin. Anming helpfully scooped it into Colette's mouth with a finger and then let go of her hair.
It was time for the foot licking. He had Colette drink a quart of water first. She would need it, plus, he was hoping she would be desperate to pee soon. That would be fun. They got a chance to sit around and chat during this round. The foot licking was a slower process. The Hardings asked Anming lay questions about the Big Bang. This spurred a lively conversation about a number of aspects of elementary cosmology. Zach noticed that when Anming was in her element, her nudity all but disappeared. She was just a brilliant scientist, passionate about her subject, who happened to be showing some skin. Not to mention her adorable muff. He craned his neck and glanced down the couch to take it in. When Colette reached Beatrice, even though she had declined foot licking on the phone, she let Colette lick her feet.
Once all feet had been cleaned, Colette interrupted their conversation. "Senpai?"
"Yes, Colette?" Zach replied.
"May I be excused?"
"What do you need?"
"I need the restroom."
Zach grabbed a plastic wastebasket that was sitting under the side table of the couch. "Do you want to watch her pee, folks? I can have her do it into this wastebasket. That would humiliate her quite a bit, wouldn't it, whore?"
"Yes, senpai."
Anming shrugged. She saw women pee all the time. Beatrice, of similar mind no doubt, said, "Go for it."
Eric said, "Sure," in a soft voice. By the look on his face, Zach could tell he was voyeuring hard. So much the better.
"I have to," started Colette, this time with real embarrassment, "I have to number two as well."
"Any objections?" asked Zach. He got three nopes. These folks were troupers.
Zach set down the can in front of Eric. Colette squatted over it with enough altitude for everyone to see clearly. Everyone fell silent as the tinkle of her pee began and grew into a rushing stream. The stink hit their nostrils. Beatrice began a running commentary, "Her pee stinks! Wow. And she's letting it all out, isn't she? Wow, that's diarrhea. Wow that stinks! Ohmygod! Oh!" Beatrice retched, then seemed to get a grip on herself. "This is really disgusting. This is exactly why I'm afraid of having kids. Ohmygod. I feel faint. I'm going to stand over by the door." She got up and left the room. Eric looked at Zach and then left to follow her. He heard them let themselves out. He had never seen Colette look this humiliated. Win.
Zach excused Colette to the bathroom to clean up herself and the wastebasket. He called Beatrice. "Are you two okay?"
"Oh yeah," said Beatrice. "Not much worse than a sorority hazing. It was just the stink. It was a lot worse than I expected. I guess I have a weak stomach."
"Thanks so much for coming," said Zach. "I've never seen Colette so humiliated before. You were great. Please thank Eric, too. It stands to reason Colette would stink today. Her pelvic region took quite a beating yesterday. She was exposed to a lot of bacteria her body isn't used to dealing with."
"Huh," said Beatrice. "You are truly always a doctor Zach. It's cute."
"You still think I'm an okay person then?" asked Zach.
"Of course I do," said Beatrice. "What's a little night soil between friends? Just don't ask me to show you mine. I'm locking the door if I use your can, buster," she snickered.
A few minutes with a few windows open and the living room smelled fine. Anming and Colette returned from washing up wearing cute outfits. Anming sat and watched with a smile as Zach kissed, fondled, and slowly unwrapped Colette. He spent time giving love to all his favorite spots of her with his hands and mouth. She undressed him, kissed him, and sucked on his nipples. She gave him a thorough cleaning all over his genitals and ass crack, zeroing in on pleasuring his anus. He was not quite sure he liked that ass licking stuff, but he could tell she liked doing it. It was enough incentive for him.
Anming produced Bruce. Colette got on her knees, vibed herself, and choked on Zach's cock. He quickly became ready to squirt. She kept him on edge as she concentrated and worked on herself. "Okay, get in," she said, sitting down on the couch.
She was copiously wet, but even so, her poor crack had been through hell. "Should I lube up my cock?" Zach asked.
"No, that would make it worse," said Colette. "Get in."
He rocked into her, and she hissed in pain. It was bad. He was still as she vibed herself. He could still squirt in a few strokes, so, no problem. Every thirty seconds or so he had to stroke a few times to stay ready to go. She didn't seem to be making progress. "Turn me over," she said. Now she was on her knees off the edge of the couch and he was entering her from behind. She worked on herself more while he pumped slowly to stay ready. "This vibe isn't working, it isn't powerful enough. Anming, can you help me?"
"Anything," said Anming sympathetically. She was right there, quietly rooting for Zach to make a baby in Colette.
"Could you scoot under here and suck on my clit?" asked Colette.
Zach looked at Anming, who startled, and then surprisingly smirked. "I've done a lot nastier things lately for less good reasons." She scooted in underneath them. Soon he felt her tongue and mouth, warm, wet, sucking, and licking at the base of his cock. If it felt half as good to Colette as it felt to him, this thing was in the bag. And it was just so nasty!
He felt a shudder and squirming run through Colette's loins. "I can," she breathed, tapping her phone to Zach's.
When Zach, Anming, and Colette got home to Colby's, everybody was there. Colette went straight to bed in the red bedroom.
Colby was weepy. She insisted that her nerves were just fragile, that it was no big deal. Zach sat alone with her in the family room for a while. He tried to talk about their Colorado retreat coming up. He tried to talk about the kind of home they would like to build together on Mars. Instead, it turned into one of those low level arguments. She asserted that he was only spending time with her because she was upset. He was trying to change the subject and not feel resentful. She had been gone lately. She hadn't been available to have any kind of real conversation with him for some time. But he shouldn't mention these things. It would only turn the low level argument into a shouting match. He went around and around and around with her about this for half an hour.
Zach gave up and went to grab some dinner and watch a Bollywood movie. Aanya, Berte, and Colleen were about to watch it in the living room. He sat down on the couch with Aanya and Berte tucked under either arm. Colleen sat at his shoulders idly giving him a scalp massage and toying with his hair. She sat on the back of the couch with her back against the wall. It felt good to be all wrapped up in women he loved.
At bedtime, Colby was sullen and weepy. She reluctantly climbed in next to Zach. Anming was at his other side on the floor. Her leash was around his wrist so that she would appreciate his night movements. Berte asked for 100% butt sex. So did Aanya, but with her favorite spices of hair pulling and choking added. Colby's instructions were sullenly given: if he must, just normal and quick, she needed her sleep. Colleen was insemination queen and retired to the blue bedroom.
Zach had Colby comprehensively at midnight. Within a few minutes, Colby was out of control with pleasure, howling and waking up the room. He shot a huge load into her, squirt after squirt. He hadn't ejaculated in over six hours. Needing to continue without keeping the house up, he carried her to the green bedroom and had her again. From there, her howls were quieter to the women but still apparent. They were comforting. Colby was shrilly voicing what they were all feeling. Every time they spread their legs, every time he entered them, his lovemaking was taking them higher and higher. Discomfort waned as their bodies accommodated him. Their pleasure intensified as he learned their moods and methods. They were becoming more adept at leading him where they wanted and being ready for him when he got there. Better and better. Would it always get better? So far, so good. There was a final piercing howl from down the hallway as if Colby had been gutted like a fish. A few minutes later, Zach came dripping through the door. He slid back into bed and put Anming's leash back on his wrist.
At 1 AM, Zach had a very responsive Berte vaginally and finished in her that way. He wanted to stay clean in case Colby reappeared. At 2 AM, he gave up and had Aanya anally. She had several orgasms. At 3 AM, Berte got her desired bottom invasion and groaned out a satisfying orgasm at the end of it. At 4 AM, Colleen grabbed him and washed him off thoroughly. He had her at dawn and breakfast time. The whole house heard that, too.
On base a few hours into the morning, Zach checked Anming. She was medium wet. Should he go dialing for airmen, he asked? She declined. She didn't want to become the airbase's favorite peep show, even though they were soon leaving for Mars. Perhaps some other time, she'd feel differently.
He heard from X, Colette's husband. "Thanks for the videos! Though it's fun, I think we need to stop the leash thing. If it were discovered by the press, it would cause a lot of bad publicity."
"I understand the massages were inconvenient. Let's replace that instruction with a new rule. You can ask for and get a massage from her any time you want."
"She very much enjoys being invited into your marriage bed! This week's instruction is as follows. You can do anything you want with her as long as two of your wives are present. You can have her do anything with any of your wives at any time."
"I understand that the 28th is the first day she could theoretically test positive on a pregnancy test. There must be consequences for failure. Starting the 28th, for every day she tests negative, she must have intercourse with a complete stranger. Furthermore, it must be a senior citizen over 65, a homeless person, or active duty military. These groups were not served when she prostituted herself. I want to even things out a bit. This regimen will end if she gets her period."
Zach told Anming they would be stopping the naked on a leash thing since it was too dangerous. Colette's husband was stopping it for her, and he should do the same for Anming. "Yes, my husband," she replied. She looked relieved and wistful at the same time. It seemed to him she'd had a positive experience with it, which was the most important thing.
At noon, they went to see Charisse at the greenhouse. Anming set up to work there for the rest of the day. Charisse and Zach went to the dirt pile to make love. Charisse had spent a couple of days on intensive twat healing. Still, they went gently. Soon, Charisse was slowly climbing her scales with little discomfort. When she reached the top and shuddered quietly in climax, he filled her up with four beefy shots. Then they hit the emergency showers. Charisse told him that the Breeding Bitches would skip their regular sex schedule that day.
Beatrice rang his bell at exactly the stroke of 1 PM. "I know you astronauts are punctual," she grinned shyly. "I counted down and everything." She was obviously feeling shy, which made him shy. She was wearing a short, loose, dark red knit dress. It was kind of like a comfortable sweater, but longer. He could still see her curves, but it wasn't the peep show her yoga pants outfit had been. Shy demeanor, and a shy outfit.
Zach led her by the hand into the living room and sat her down on the couch. "Would you like anything to drink?" he asked.
"Water would be good. My throat is suddenly dry," Beatrice said.
Zach fetched them two waters and sat down beside her. They both drank a gulp. He reached for her face with one hand. She didn't shy away. He ran his hand slowly and gently through her long brown hair. "I'd forgotten how much I love long hair," he said, looking into her brown eyes.
"That's right. You astronauts all have crew cuts, more or less. Well, if you'd told me you liked long hair sooner, I wouldn't have shaved this." She pulled up her knit dress, displaying her cleanly shaved bare pudenda. Her puffy vulva peeked open. He could see she was already juicy. She looked tight. Her smile was also tight but mirthful to match.
"That's a good way to move things along," Zach noted. He took off his slacks, folded them, and took off his underwear. His cock sprung up full mast given there was an unexplored and clearly ready vagina in sight. "Now we're even," he said.
"That's big," she observed. He pulled her towards him on the couch. This raised the hem of her knit dress to her midriff. Her strong hips, wet excited vulva, and tiny clean pucker lay exposed for conquest. He rubbed his cock head around in the slickness at her tiny opening and over her clit, rubbing, stretching. "Wow, it's frisky! I-UNN!" He thrust into her slickly about three inches to take her measure. Yes, tight. He pushed in a little more. Her cervix was right there, but she would tent soon. He backed off to about halfway and rubbed in and out in small strokes. Her opening was stretched tight around him. Her clitoris was rubbing on his cock. Her clitoral hood was splayed out tight and wet by his shaft.
He stroked her insides slowly in and out. She was quiet and seemed in a trance, transfixed on his cock. "Comfort level?" he asked.
"My neighbor's monumental cock is halfway into my completely full married twat. I don't do this kind of thing," Beatrice breathed. "I still think Eric's going to come through the door and call it off. Or I'll wake up and it will be a dream. Then I look down. I know I'm not dreaming. I'm wondering where four inches of your giant cock is going to fit. That's a real-world kind of problem. So, on the balance, discombobulated."
"Oh, it will fit. Don't worry. Until it's pleasure for you, I'm not going farther."
"Surely no more can fit."
"All of it can fit. A woman's body adapts, given time and stimulation. Trust me, I'm a surgeon."
"Owawo-uhh!"
"See, there's most of it right there. You're tenting nicely."
"UNG!"
A bit later, she squealed, "Ohgodohfuck! I'm cumming!" She looked at her watch, panting, and snickered, "and it's only 1:04! Huh... huh... huh... huh... Ohgodohfuck!"
Half an hour later, Zach lay resting, buried to the hilt in Beatrice. She was all rolled up underneath him on the couch feeling perfect bliss. A good dose of his semen was filling her vagina. A good dose of her fluids were sprayed onto his abdomen. "I tickled your g-spot, and it got upset, and boom! It's perfectly natural," he said.
"I think you broke my hips when I passed out," wheezed Beatrice from underneath him. "I made a big deal of never wanting you to watch me piss. Now I've pissed all over you."
"It's not pissing. It's squirting. Are you okay?" Zach quickly asked.
"Me? Wonderful, perfect. What are you doing?"
"Going again."
"Oh.. huuuh! HNN! HAH!"
Half an hour yet later, Zach was resting contentedly. Their fluids were mixed and all over the fucking place. There were even a few droplets over on the coffee table. She was quite a squirter, with him at least. "I'm dead," she reported. "You've fucked me to death. It was worth it, though. Holy crap."
"Let me get off you."
"Whew! That's a lot better. Ouch, all my joints hurt! I've got the bends or something."
"I thought you were the yoga queen. Here, I'll help you up."
"Oof! All my joints are cracking."
"I have to leave pretty soon today."
"Lucky me! I get to live another day."
"Just one day, though. Tomorrow at 2 PM? I'll be able to stay a lot longer."
"If this hadn't driven me wild with pleasure the whole time, I would run, except I can't. I can barely walk. Tomorrow at 2, then. If I'm still a cripple, you might have to come to my place. Oh! Jesus! I heard that pop."
From his apartment, Zach went to a modest jewelry store recommended by Alexis. With the $4,000 Colette had given him, plus a little of his own money, he bought Colette a very nice platinum ring.
From there, he went back to base and worked in his office until almost 5 PM. He arrived at the visualization lab just as Colette's alarm rang. She absentmindedly slipped her panties off in one deft dance move. It was lucky, he mused, that she had such an understanding coworker. "How are you two doing?"
"Oh, it's you, Zach. We're doing fantastic!" said Alexis. "We found major deposits of everything we needed."
"Congratulations!" said Zach. "Can I borrow Colette for a moment?"
"You can have her," said Alexis. "We can be done for the day."
As Zach approached, Colette hiked up her dress, anticipating what he usually wanted when he wanted her these days. "No, not that," he said. She dropped her dress. He produced the box and opened it. "This is for you," he said. "I bought it with the money you earned."
Colette slipped it onto her right hand ring finger. "Now I have my husband on my left and you on my right," she said, smiling. She looked at the ring. She looked pleased. Zach was happy.
Zach told Colette about the new rules. Alexis was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to buy favors from Colette anymore. Alexis asked him to convey her protest to X, which he did.
Zach got a text message from Eric, Beatrice's husband. "She's complaining (joking) that you've crippled her, but she seems ecstatic."
Zach texted, "That's wonderful. How are you doing?"
Eric texted, "The moment I got home, she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock. I think that's the sexiest moment that's ever happened in our marriage. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it! Do it more!"
Zach texted, "LOL. I'll say that next time she complains I'm breaking her hips or something. I'll tell her I'm only doing it because you told me to do it more."
Zach and Colette swung by the greenhouse to get Anming. The three of them headed to Ayana's house. Khushi and Ayana greeted them at the door. Ayana looked Zach in the eye and said, "I think I can handle it not stoned straight up this time."
"Good, any way you want it," said Zach.
"No, any way YOU want it Zach," said Ayana. "And thank you so much for fathering my child. I can never thank you enough. I'm looking forward to it. Now, what do you need to get ready, because I'm all ready."
"I'm ready enough, unless you want me to be really, really ready to finish it quick."
"I want what you want," said Ayana. "This is our last shot this cycle, so give it your best."
"Okay," said Zach, lifting Ayana in his arms. "Let's just do it, without all this orchestration." He carried her into the bedroom. He said to the other women, "We'll call you if we need you." He shut the door.
He put Ayana down on the bed and undressed himself. She unzipped and pulled off her jeans. "You want me naked?"
"Yes," said Zach. He folded his clothes into a neat pile. He looked over and Ayana was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. She looked aroused. He grabbed her. She was wet. He stirred his cock around her opening and rubbed it on her clitoris a little. She was looking off across the room. This was a little like making love to Berte, in a way. She seemed on edge, pumping her hips reflexively in response to the stimulation. He didn't want to stop the action and ask her about it since things were going well. He could afford to be curious afterwards.
Zach grabbed Ayana and spread her missionary style. She looked away again, but otherwise seemed to be keeping it together. He pushed into her some. She was fully tented. He rocked into her the rest of the way. He put his weight on her. He forgot his discomfort at the circumstances. He started taking his pleasure in her. Her cunny felt nice gripping him. She was clearly very excited but not orgasming. That was fine so far. He was climbing, and when he was ready to shoot, they could figure it out.
"Kiss me?" Ayana asked under him. That was sweet. He bent down and kissed her. She seemed to be best with just a little tongue. He broke the kiss and continued. He was curious what the deal was this time. But he had a job to do. And this was a truly sexy woman under him. She was not drunk or stoned this time. She was here, Ayana, freely giving herself to him, looking at him, for God's sake, spreading for him. Excited. It was like a dream. Her vagina was clamping down tight on him now. "Kiss me?" she asked again. And he did. And as he did, her tongue stiffened in his mouth and her vagina pulsed and thrilled. She was climaxing.
She was so incredibly erotic, it rushed Zach straight to the end. "RAAAAAH!" he cried with all his heart. His semen shot deep into her, and again, and again. He strained out his last dribbles and felt her quiver under him. It was quiet. It was a success. But how?
"Khushi edged me for about half an hour until just before you arrived," Ayana shared. They rested there together just the two of them, still joined. Ayana seemed reasonably comfortable. "I was so fucking desperate to cum it was crazy. So you and I started doing it. It was hard when you were first putting it in, and stuff. But it was not too unpleasant. I just looked away and I was fine. Then, as you moved in me, well, you aren't nothing in there. You were going to push me over the edge, and I knew you weren't ready. So I had you kiss me, and that cooled me down some. Just your breath, and, you're not Khushi. No offense. So I had you kind of keep me in check that way. Because you would have made me pop almost right away. And then we did! So go us! And thanks."
"Anytime," said Zach.
"I'm just going to lie here for a while. Wish me luck!" said Ayana.
"Luck," said Zach. He'd been dismissed gently and politely. He dressed and left to be debriefed by the three women in the front room. Khushi went to talk to Ayana. The three left Ayana and Khushi alone.
Zach drove them home to Colby's house. Everybody but Colby was there. Colleen said Colby was working late in her shop on base. After Zach heard this news, he went for a run. Colette, who still needed to heal, went straight to bed after having some dinner.
Zach returned and showered. Anming fixed him some dinner and they ate together. They spoke animatedly, for this was like their wedding night. His busy week of three important inseminations a day was over. She was his insemination queen for tomorrow morning.
Zach gathered everyone in the kitchen for a chat. Now he had some free time, post greetings, post dry run, post crazy insemination week. He wanted to see more of his wives, not just overnight. He had been missing each and every one of them in their special way. He and Aanya had broken their date for the 23rd because he had been so busy. Given Colby was absent, he asked Anming to organize once per week dinner dates with each wife. He also asked her to coordinate one fun weekend group activity for all of them each weekend.
Anming agreed and promptly decreed they would go to dinner with Zach on a rotating basis. They would go in wife order, with Colby going Tuesday night. She texted Colby, who texted back, "Perfect." Anming showed the response around. It made the wives happy, Anming and Colleen especially, because they'd worried about her moodiness of late. Apparently, this was exactly the thing to snap her out of it.
Since Colby was getting Tuesday, Anming decreed that Colby would always take Tuesdays. Anming herself would take Wednesdays. Colleen would take Thursdays, Berte Fridays, and Aanya Mondays. Zach mentioned he would be gone this coming Wednesday night. He said there were some legal matters he needed to take care of before leaving Earth. He would be meeting with his attorney until quite late. He neglected to mention that his attorney was Becky Baines, and they'd been fucking like wildcats for the last few years. Anming said interruptions to the routine were inevitable, but on the balance, everyone would get a fair shake.
Berte asked what day Colette would be. Anming said that she had become great friends with Colette. She had thought about this, but it would not work. Anming said that Colette was already married to somebody else and received instructions from him alone. Anming said, "A horse cannot have two riders; thus a woman cannot have two masters." Berte asked why not, she had two holes.
Colette took this opportunity to add to the pandemonium by showing off her new platinum ring. Everybody oohed and ahhed and said it was a noble thing for Zach to do. Berte used the ring as another argument that Colette should be made an official wife. Anming argued that Colette was in their bed only because her husband allowed it. That permission could be revoked at any time. Thus she could not be an official wife. This seemed to end the argument. Anming said that Colette was welcome in their bed as a special guest wife whenever her husband allowed it.
Anming further decreed that their first weekend group activity would be to visit the beach in Galveston. They would borrow a van from base and ride together on Saturday. They would make a day of it. She had always wanted to go to the beach. She had always wanted to wear a bikini on the beach. And there were no oceans on Mars. If she was in charge, which she was, that's where everybody was going this coming Saturday. Colette, being a special guest wife, was welcome to join them if her husband permitted.
When time came for bed, Colby was still not around. Colette was asleep in the red bedroom. Anming had a great big grin. She waved to her sister wives and was about to take her leave to go to the blue bedroom. Zach stopped her. "I want you right next to me to start the night. My first overnight load is usually a great big one. I want you right by my side every night this week to take that first big load. Then you can go off to the blue bedroom and come back at 4 AM as is our household custom."
"Yes, my husband," said Anming obediently and with a shy smile. It seemed her self-imposed chastity would end that much earlier.
"That's much better," said Colleen. "It's time for you to be back in our bed, Anming." The other women agreed.
Berte and Aanya asked again for rectal reamings, but this time Zach asked everybody for vaginal, just for that night. He explained that new rules had come down from Colette's husband. He could now take Colette vaginally and bareback overnight for the first time. He didn't get into the details. The point was, he didn't want his cock to be dirty when he got to her. Everyone readily agreed.
He went to fetch a sleepy Colette. He put her into bed at the end of the row. He didn't forget to give each of his wives an orgasm orally before settling down for the night. He did Anming, then Colleen, then Berte, then Aanya, then Colette.
At midnight Zach took Anming as planned. She was very wet and ready. He took some care since she hadn't accommodated him in over a week. He didn't want to use lube because it was bad for conception. So he had to wake up and be patient.
Once Zach was awake, he relished giving Anming oral sex. He loved her fresh tart smell and taste. He loved nuzzling her Eternal Forest. He loved her this way until she climaxed with a growl and a whimper. He cuddled her, kissed her neck and breasts, and fingered her until she came again. Only then did he proceed to spread her and gently rock into her. He was desperately stiff to get into her. It was excruciating for him to wait and go slow. He loved Anming so much, all his wives. He was filled with gratitude in that moment. He was covering her, gripped tightly in Anming's wet cunt between her widespread flung legs. She was panting, her eyes squeezed shut. She was transported by just the pressure and stretch of the balance of his cock filling her up tight.
Anming orgasmed almost immediately and didn't stop. She was giving Zach many opportunities to let loose while she was climaxing. He didn't need to hold back. Already on edge, he soon strained and filled her. He'd been waiting so long to fill up his pretty wife, and now he finally was. An incredibly satisfied low sound poured out of him along with his semen. His semen kept pumping and pumping. As soon as she became sensible, she roused agitatedly, fussed, and used two towels. For the other wives' sake, she hated to mess the spot next to him. It was drenched. She laid down a dry towel over the spot. She staggered off to the blue bedroom with the other pressed tightly between her legs.
The night continued. At 1 AM, Zach woke up next to Colleen. The other wives slept on. Their sleeping bodies prepared to be boarded, feeling the rocking, hearing Colleen's whimpering. He finished with another satisfied low moan that tickled every wakeful and sleeping cunny down the row. At 2 AM, Berte moaned softly and climaxed repeatedly as she got hers. At 3 AM, Aanya was serviced. She struggled to keep her whimpers quiet.
Zach was enjoying a silent but vibrating, straining, climaxing Colette when Anming came for him at 4 AM. Colette was such a masochistic cumdump that the residual pain from the gangbang made her climax that much harder for Zach. He had whispered permission to climax freely as he had entered her. She did not hold back, but was ever and always a disciplined slave, silent when she should be. It was a rare and gratifying occurrence when Zach wanted her so badly he was willing to make her hurt even a little, as he thought. His lust was palpable to her. The hurt was cleansing. He finished with a delightful shudder and no idea of how much pain he'd inflicted, nor would he ever know. It stung for hours and kept her awake. It was a perfect experience for her.
Anming lay against them until Zach finished and then dragged him, still dripping, off to the blue bedroom. There, they slept for a time. He awakened and made love to her at dawn and breakfast time. In their privacy, her cries of ecstasy were full-throated, and could be clearly heard throughout the house. It took a long time for him to finish both times. She was hoarse by the end. This was only her first breeding. As he had promised, it looked to be a hard week of ecstatic pleasure for Anming.
Shortly after arriving at work, Zach got a call from Colette. "My pregnancy test was negative this morning."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Zach.
"I've got an airman here," Colette said, as if she had him pinned. Maybe she did. "Should I just take care of it?"
"Sure," said Zach. "You have my permission to cum freely. If you can, take a video for X."
"Will do," said Colette and hung up.
At noon, Zach and Michaela slipped into a machine closet in the observatory. There was a very nice machine in there that had a nasty vibration. Bad for the life expectancy of the machine, but wonderful to make love on. He made love to her from behind while the machine vibrated her whole pelvic region from the front. She climaxed in waves of ecstasy as he shot a good dose of wiggling sperm into her.
At 2 PM, Zach was alone at his apartment when Beatrice rang the bell. "You look fine," he insisted.
"Honestly, I'm still crippled," said Beatrice. "Maybe we could just talk?"
"Sure thing," said Zach. But inevitably, one thing led to another. More specifically, talking led to flirting. Flirting led to touching. Touching led to kissing. Kissing led to feeling too hot with clothes on. Nudity led to gentle stroking, rubbing, and massaging. The hand massaging led to tongue massaging and an extended bout of oral sex for Beatrice. The oral sex led to continuous rolling orgasms for her.
The continuous orgasms led to Beatrice jumping up and desperately running into the bathroom because "I was going to pee everywhere." The bathroom time led to her not being able to pee and finally coming out. Coming out of the bathroom led to her getting ferociously finger-fucked by Zach in the hallway outside the bathroom. The ferocious finger-fucking led to her squirting and peeing all over the hallway rug, carpet, and wall. The squirting and peeing led to embarrassment. The embarrassment led to her asking, "Is this how it started with Colette? Am I becoming a fuckpig now?"
These questions led to Zach answering, "No. You like what you like, and that may expand, but you're a domme, not a sub. As for your body, you are a squirter. Many women are if they're touched in the way that specifically sets them off." This explanation led to relief. The relief led to Beatrice falling into his arms. The falling led to him carrying her to his bed. Being naked on his bed with a sopping wet snatch led her to an extended bout of intercourse and many orgasms in spite of her sore cunny. It also led to his finger exploring her anus during their lovemaking. This led to a discussion of her experiences with anal sex, which had been varied, and mostly in college. This led to him having definite future plans for her. He ushered her, staggering, out the door with a hug, a kiss, and a promise.
When he arrived at Mercutio's at 7:30 for his dinner date, Colby was already sitting there. She was dressed to the nines. She looked every bit as special as when they'd started their love affair with him pinned on her entryway rug. This time, her themes were all matte dark gray and gloss black. She looked like a supervillain. He sat down and went to hold her hands, but she withdrew them. He said, "You look magnificent."
Colby said, "I know. I'm breaking up with you, Zach."
(To be continued)
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57: Tuesday July 28, 2043 2000 hours CST: Colby's Pregnancy Party
Zach sat at the kitchen table at Colby's place, the wives and Colette sitting around him. Berte's hand was on his back. "What the hell, Zach? What did you do?" cried Aanya angrily.
"It wasn't like that," Zach said. "As far as I can understand, it's more like what I didn't do. And it breaks my heart. To think that in three short weeks she went from pinning me to the rug in her front hall and weeping with joy that I accepted her love, to this. It's killing me."
Colleen was in full disaster debrief mode. "What exactly did she say?"
Zach recounted. "She said she was breaking up with me. She said she was going to go sleep at a hotel tonight. She said she didn't want to cause any trouble with the other wives. She said she would call you tomorrow, Colleen."
"She'll talk to me tonight," Colleen said sternly. "Go on."
Anming interjected, "The crazy ch-zi will answer to me tonight, too."
"Calm down," said Berte. "No name-calling."
"Will you just let me talk to her, Anming?" Colleen asked. "I know I'm only third wife, but I've known her for a long time. This is very uncharacteristic behavior. Don't worry, I'll be stern with her, okay?"
"Very well," Anming agreed fretfully. She stood up, walked over, hugged Zach, and sat back down.
"Talk, Zach," said Colleen.
"Okay," said Zach. "She said we were still welcome to stay here until launch."
"Who cares?" Colleen interjected, "Why did she break up with you?"
"You asked me what she exactly said!" Zach said with frustration.
Colleen sighed and said, "Okay, you're right. She did say something to justify her action?"
"Yes," said Zach. "I'm getting to it."
"Then continue," said Colleen.
"She said I was a child, and that I would never grow up. She said that all I was interested in was her body. She said I never thought of her. She said I ignored her except when she offered her body to me. She said I wasn't thoughtful. I argued that she has been avoiding me. She said it was because she has boundaries, implying I have bad boundaries. That's all she said, that I can recall, to justify breaking up with me."
"Those are stupid reasons," said Anming. "She is a child for abandoning her commitment to Zach and all of us in a matter of days. That's the very height of childish behavior. And the ch-zi better hope he likes her-" Here Anming launched into a long string of Mandarin that fascinated Berte.
Colleen interrupted. "Getting positional with her isn't going to help. We're all angry that Zach's been hurt like this, that we've been hurt like this. But fighting about it is just going to drive us apart. And I reiterate, this makes no sense. Her behavior makes no sense, and I've known her for a long time."
"What are you going to do about it?" demanded Anming.
"Here's what we're going to do about it," said Colleen. "We're going to de-escalate. Colby's actions, accepting the date, what she said, was designed to provoke us. I think it was that way unconsciously. If she really just wanted out, she would have started by discussing her concerns. This is not that. It's a cry for help. And we're going to provide that help."
Aanya looked at Berte and said, "Berte and I agree we should try not to be angry. We should trust Colleen."
"I agree," said Anming. "If there's any way, for Zachary's sake. I just feel so angry! So betrayed."
"I'm going to go call her now," said Colleen, "privately." She walked out of the kitchen and out into the back yard.
"Zachary, my poor husband," Anming said, cuddling his face in her hands. "These things she says are not true."
"Sure, there's truth in them," Zach said. "All men are children, frankly. I wouldn't argue against that opinion. The whole 'you only want me for my body' conversation has been there for her since the beginning. It may really be about some past relationship of hers. I shouldn't psychoanalyze her, though. I wasn't worried about it. I expected that over time, actions would speak louder than words, but there has been no time. The rest is a muddle to me. Clearly she has opinions about my attention span, I guess? Recently, she took off her clothes to get my attention. I believe that she already had my attention. But I'm not going to deny that when she takes off her clothes, it grabs my attention! As for boundaries, I do not know what kind of boundaries she wants me to have."
"Zachary," Anming said, grabbing him tightly around the head, "Ignore the things this lying ch-zi said." She guided him into the living room, the other wives and Colette following. Anming turned to Berte, "Feed him," she ordered.
"Are you hungry, Zach?" asked Berte.
"No," said Anming, who said a long sentence of mandarin to Berte.
Berte sat down on the couch. She opened her silk blouse and opened the front clasp of her bra. Her gorgeous befreckled pink-nippled knockers spilled out. Zach got the idea. He lay down on the couch with his head in her lap. She propped his head up with pillows and nursed him. She sang lullabies in German. The other women sat around, more relaxed now that he was being comforted. "Soon, I'll be giving milk, thanks to Zach," she smiled.
Berte gently shook Zach awake. Colleen was there sitting next to them on the couch. "She seemed very emotional. I got her to agree to see Ayana in the morning for a checkup. Maybe she's just upset, but I think it will tell us something. Anyway, stay away from her, all of you, please." Everybody agreed. "I'll keep you posted on developments. If you do run into her, try to say something supportive, and then get out of there."
Berte asked, "Like what?" She wanted an algorithm.
"Ask her how she's feeling," Colleen said. "If she says a neutral emotion or a so-called negative emotion like anger, sadness, sorrow, or fear, say it's okay to feel that way. If she says a so-called positive emotion, praise it, like 'it's good to feel X.' In either case, then say goodbye and leave her alone. Clear?"
"Clear," said Berte.
"We'll have another meeting tomorrow evening to discuss next steps," said Colleen.
"I want to remind you all that I'll be gone tomorrow evening until very late. I might not be home at all."
"What are you doing?" asked Aanya.
"Legal stuff about vacating the planet," said Zach. Actually he was meeting Becky Baines, who was also his attorney. She might be counted as "doing legal stuff." Pretty hot legal stuff.
"We all have our affairs to resolve," said Colleen. "Let's not pry into Zach's. We don't really own him yet, not officially. That will have to wait until we invent a legal system," she grinned playfully.
"This means I'll need to move my breeding time with you, Anming, to later that day," said Zach.
"Do you intend to breed me tonight?" asked Anming.
"Yes ma'am," said Zach.
"And tomorrow morning?" asked Anming.
"Yes ma'am," said Zach.
"My husband, surely we could skip-"
"Oh no you don't," said Zach.
Anming lowered her eyes. "Yes, my husband."
At bedtime, Zach made sure that all his wives would be ready for him overnight. He spent five minutes pleasuring each wife orally. They all had at least one good orgasm from this. It was like a kiss goodnight. He woke up at midnight and was able to take Anming without much fuss. She roused quickly and came for him easily. He unloaded all his six hours worth of semen into her pulsating quim. She staggered away to the blue bedroom, but Zach followed her and had her again. This time, her shrieks were loud, even through two doors. He returned, dripping, to bed afterwards.
Zach went through everybody else like clockwork roughly on the hour. At dawn, he awakened urgent with Colleen again beside him, but caught himself and left for the blue bedroom. Anming made some more noise then.
Anming appeared in the kitchen at breakfast time, beaming, with happy greetings for everyone. A minute later, Zach appeared naked, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her off back to the blue bedroom. As she was carried away down the hall, her face looked only a little worried. A few minutes later, shrieks of Anming orgasming came down the hall.
When Zach and Anming appeared again an hour later, Colleen was discussing the latest press situation with the household. "The press is out of control," she said, "and NASA will probably need to get us involved in quashing the black eye rumors that are flying around."
"There have been persistent rumors about Charisse's black eyes. Politicians are now calling for Zach to be removed from the crew. I've been assured that's not going to happen."
"There are rumors of Zach escorting two women around on leashes in public. Wonder how that could've started, Zach, Colette, Anming, you idiots. Thankfully no photos or videos yet."
"There are predictable rumors that we're all banging each other here. There are rumors that Khushi and Ayana are banging at Ayana's place. There are rumors that the Breeding Bitches are all banging each other at Alexis's place. All unfounded. They need to stay that way."
"There are many reports, images, and videos of Anming drunk at Aanya's party. There are rumors, though no images or videos yet, of a naked lesbian tryst in the women's restroom. Is this true, Anming? What, I couldn't hear you? Oh. Well. Unfounded. Let's hope it stays that way."
"There are rumors of a gangbang party at Alexis's house near frat row. Thank you Colette and Breeding Bitches. No evidence yet, thankfully."
"The non-dinner where Colby broke up with Zach was also observed. It was misinterpreted as Zach trying to hit on Colby behind Khushi's back. Colby was seen chastely rejecting his salacious offer. The same article suggested that Zach and Khushi are having relationship problems. The two of them haven't been seen out around town together. We may eventually need to do something to remedy that. Offers are pouring in from Houston restaurants, entertainment spots, you name it, to host Khushi and Zach for free. Everyone is jealous of the Hightone Club. Good. I like that place."
"The good news is that we only need to speak out against the Charisse black eye controversy. Everything else, NASA publicity is quietly ecstatic about. They've never had this much press, either domestically or internationally, about any other mission. We have captured the world's imagination. For the first time, a NASA mission is colonizing, therefore families, therefore babies, therefore sex. And sex sells. Oh, but no more public drunkenness, Anming. Once is excusable. Don't let it happen again. Or at least, don't get caught in public."
"Yes, Colonel," said Anming contritely.
Later that morning, Zach got another call from Colette. Her pregnancy test was negative and she had cornered another airman, a different airman. "Did you cum from the last one?" he asked.
"No, but I am still very sore," Colette reported.
"Make this one give you an orgasm, and cum freely," said Zach.
"Will do," said Colette.
That afternoon, Zach opened his apartment door, and Becky Baines, Esquire leaned on his doorway. She was Latina enough to be exotic and a representative of that under-represented community when she wanted to be. Yet she was light-skinned enough for it not to be a negative with juries. It may not have mattered anyway. All women wanted to be Becky Baines. All men wanted desperately to fuck Becky Baines. She was a few years older than Zach. She had a timeless Asian or Polynesian cast to her features that oddly juxtaposed her. She embodied in her 5'7" 120-pound frame the presence of a mature woman. At the same time, she had the dewy sex appeal of a virginal girl half her age.
Becky was always immaculately put together. Today she wore a dark blue pinstripe jacket and skirt ensemble. It had the authority an attorney needed. At the same time, it conjured every hentai schoolgirl fantasy a man had ever had. She wore matching dark blue stiletto heels. Her long dark brown hair was put up. As they locked eyes, she pulled something out, and her hair spilled around her shoulders. "How am I ever going to say goodbye to you, Zach?"
He was wondering the same thing reversed. She had allowed him not to suffer about staying out of his astronaut colleagues' beds. She'd made his life not just bearable, but sublime. She'd made it worth it if he'd never been assigned a mission. She would have been enough if in the end they'd decided to keep their top radiation expert on Earth. Now that probable future was gone. In her presence, it was impossible to allow.
"We need to take you to Mars," said Zach simply. "We need a legal system. You can be our Alexander Hamilton."
"Attractive as it might be to keep you as a slave," Becky quipped, "a girl needs her Chow Mein."
"I bet Anming-"
"Physicist Chow Mein?" chuckled Becky. "Spare me, Zach. Anyway, it's not specifically the Chow Mein I'd miss as all the civilization around it. And who would I crush in a courtroom? No, the courtrooms of Texas are my crack habit. I'll never give them up." She pushed him out of the way and shut the door behind herself. "At the same time, I need you between my legs." She threw off her jacket and went to work on the buttons of her skirt. "I contributed $500 to the 'Kick Zach off the crew because he's a wife beater' campaign, fuck you very much." She smiled triumphantly at him. "Surrender now," she purred, backing him against the wall. She felt his blossoming cock through his pants. "Seems like your white flag is up, white boy."
Half an hour later, Zach was collapsed on the floor of his living room like a prizefighter who was down for the count. Becky was splayed over the back of the couch. Her red lipstick was mashed across her face. Her clothes were still on, in disarray. Her pantyhose and panties had been ripped away from her crotch. His ejaculate was dribbling out of her cunny and rolling down her leg. Her oily anus had clearly been ravaged as well, but was holding on to its offering for the time being. "Fuck, Zach, why does it have to be fucking better every time I fucking fuck you?"
"Language, counselor," Zach wheezed. He needed to run faster. Or farther. Or both.
"Do you at least have a towel for a lady, you fucking vagabond?" Zach pried himself off the floor and fetched one. Minutes later Becky called from the bathroom, "Shower with me?" They fucked again in the shower. Her stentorian howls combined with the lively bathroom acoustics were something else. Beatrice from down the hall might have heard them.
They took it to the bedroom. Without the expert makeup job, Becky looked afraid, worn. She looked like this was her last chance to have her dreamed-of child or two. Her first good-for-nothing husband had been her college sweetheart. All that remained of him was her last name. Her maiden name was Ortiz. Zach felt guilty. She took his swelling penis into her throat. She had braided her hair before showering. He grabbed her braid and made her choke a bit. She needed a distraction from her troubles.
Much later, they were still in bed, under the covers, hanging on for dear life. Becky said, "I have something for you." She got out of bed and traipsed naked out into the living room. Zach heard her open and close her attache case. She returned carrying a sheaf of pages and waved them at him. "This is a contract that says in exchange for your sperm, which has demonstrated value, I renounce all paternity claims on behalf of myself and any child resulting from your sperm... uh... put in me. Because I still want your child, Zach. And you know I can afford to support the child. Will you get me pregnant?"
"You've obviously thought about this," said Zach. "I'm willing to do whatever I can to make this as right as possible for you. Are you sure you want this? I know it hurts now, but, that dating service you hired did an excellent job putting us together. They would do an excellent job again. Then your child would have a father."
"I love you, Zach," said Becky. "I want to keep something of you, regardless."
"Okay, then," said Zach. Becky produced a pen. He looked the document over. It was simply worded and looked like it was what she said. He signed the document.
"Good," Becky said. "I can throw this in the toilet then." She showed him a morning after pill.
"Don't do that," said Zach. "Take it out of the package. Put it into a zip-seal bag from the kitchen. Put the old filter and coffee grounds from the coffee machine with it. Seal the bag. Mix it all up together. Throw it away."
"Okay, that's oddly specific," said Becky. "Then again, you are the environmental contaminant guy. But you, using plastic bags?"
"I have the kind that dissolve after a hundred years," said Zach. "It should be sufficient."
In the morning, Zach was able to persuade Becky to eat breakfast. She'd just had her period, so she probably wouldn't be fertile until the week of August 10. Even so, no alcohol, he warned her. "I need to see you sooner than that," she said. "Saturday. 8 PM. Mercutio's. My treat. I'll make the reservations. Then you'll take me home and fuck me all night again. Your new fiancee or whatever other bitches will have to move aside, clear? I was here first."
Zach looked at his schedule with trepidation. "I think I can make that work."
Becky left. Zach checked his messages and had over a dozen, many of them redundant. He listened to Colleen first. She'd left a voice message yesterday afternoon. It said, "Zach, I hope I'm not bothering you, sweetheart. If you want a hug, come get one, but we all understand if you just want to be left alone. This whole thing so far, I can't image the overwhelm and stress it's caused you. Just know that we all love you, and take care of yourself." Now he really felt guilty for the overnight. She thought he was over here suffering alone and in overwhelm.
Colleen's message continued, "I just heard from Ayana, who examined Colby. Her hormones are all out of whack, probably because she's pregnant, though the test was negative. This could be severely impacting her mood. Ayana said the best course of action is probably to just wait a while until her hormones settle out some."
In her second message, left this morning, Colleen said, "Zach, I trust that you're taking care of yourself. Call me as soon as you're feeling up to it, okay? Colby's pregnancy test came out positive this morning. So it's official. Don't call to congratulate her. She doesn't want to talk to you yet. We've been trying to talk her down to no effect so far. Her pregnancy party is at home at 8 PM."
He texted Colleen, "Maybe I should stay away from the party?"
Colleen texted back, "Be there, or I'll send the SFs after you." That was the NASA term for military police.
Zach sighed. "Will do," he texted.
Zach got a message from Colette. She'd had another negative pregnancy test. He called her and authorized her to have a man who fit the criteria and to cum freely.
Zane drove to the Breeding Bitches. He ejaculated into Michaela first. After making the sign of the frisky rabbit with Becky all night and morning, he didn't have much.
Four hours later, around 2 PM, he caught up with Anming at the greenhouse. "Please no, my husband!" she protested as he pulled down her panties and bent her over a nearby low table. It was the same one he'd done Michaela on a few days ago.
"Is that a firm no?" asked Zach. "I said that if you made me wait, I'd be on you vigorously and relentlessly. You chose to make me wait. If your firm answer is no, I won't force you. You should know-"
"I'm sorry, my husband," Anming interrupted. "Take me. Do whatever you want with me." He checked her. Though she was moist, he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt her. He got on his knees. He licked her vulva, holding her firmly immobile on the table by her arms. She complained, "That's dirty! Please don't! You're a dirty brute!" Her hips thrilled and pumped as he licked her despite her reluctance. Charisse and Aanya were walking back and forth past them with seedlings while this was happening. "No!" Anming sobbed, as he began licking her asshole in front of the botanists.
Zach stopped, let her up, and hugged her. "Were you frightened?" he asked. "Did it bring back bad memories?"
"A little," said Anming. "But mostly, nobody has put their tongue on or in my dirt hole. It's a dirty place, Zach, you know that! And right in front of everybody! I feel like a dog in the street."
"Okay, I won't do it this time," said Zach. "But you need to get used to it. Despite your protesting, you were getting very excited by it."
"I don't want to talk about it," said Anming.
Zach got Anming's juices flowing sufficiently by fingering her to a couple of orgasms. He ejaculated into her while she orgasmed. As he left her to her work, he warned, "I'll mount you again at bedtime, so be ready."
Zach showed up fashionably late to Colby's pregnancy party, around 8:30 PM. Colleen called the room to order and said, "Now that the man of the hour is here, a toast to Zach." Everybody had a glass of juice or something. He saw that even Colby raised her glass, but she didn't make eye contact. "I'm very thankful to Zach for starting his impregnation rampage by knocking up all three of my engineers boom, boom, boom! Since they are all pregnant before the cutoff date, I'll have an engineer for each of the three shifts. It's no secret that the only absolutely essential member of a duty shift is the engineer. Even if everyone else is in the bubble for a time, which might very well be the case since the cutoff date is fast approaching, we have a functioning interplanetary vessel. This is thanks to Zach."
"Speech!" the women cried.
"I'm very happy that we were very lucky," said Zach.
"C'mon take at least some credit!" cried Ayana.
"I've been working very hard to get everybody pregnant," said Zach. "I can take credit for that." That elicited applause.
Alexis began her truth or dare game with Colby. "What were the circumstances of your conception?" she asked.
Zach hid in the corner of the room on a corner of the couch. Berte spotted him from across the room. She and Aanya came over and began stroking him. Aanya said for both of them how happy they were to see him. She said that they hoped he'd had a good break last night. Berte laid him down on the couch. She put him up under her puffy shirt and unclasped her bra to nurse him. There, in the semi-darkness, nursing on Berte's breasts, he calmed.
Colby answered Alexis, "Well, I remember that Zach wanted to bring Anming along with him, naked, on a leash, to watch. I thought it was an unusual request. Luckily, Anming stayed behind. He hasn't tried to drag me along naked on a leash to visit Anming. Because if he did, I would kick his ass."
"How many times did you cum?" asked Alexis.
Colby replied, "Oh, you know Zach. Plenty. My body seems to like the shape of his dick or something. Too bad he has the personality of a jelly donut. He really knows how to treat a woman like an object. Clearly I have some bad habits. I'm cutting down."
This was not going anyplace happy, so Alexis drew it quickly to a close. The party continued randomly from there.
Zach was still suckling under Berte's shirt. Berte said, "Please come sleep with us tonight, Zach." He gave her a thumbs up and kept suckling. She grabbed his thumb and cuddled it.
Aanya cuddled up to them and stroked his back. "We were worried about you, Zach."
Zach realized he was being fairly antisocial at this party. He had better at least take a look around. He sat up, kissed Berte, and thanked her for her tender loving care. He thanked Aanya, too. He looked around. Colby and Colleen looked to be having a low level argument in the far corner. Colette was there listening quietly. Ayana was openly flirting with the Breeding Bitches. Anming was part of that conversational cluster, but only listening, from the look of it. Khushi was nowhere to be seen. Should he go try to find her? Maybe not. He didn't need the grief. Maybe he would run into her later.
Zach got up and approached Ayana, Anming, and the Breeding Bitches. He definitely did not want to check in on the Colby argument. He approached and cuddled Anming. "Greetings, my husband," she said.
"Oh, Zach," said Ayana. "Yes, Zach and I got it working, didn't we? Such a relief in the end."
"Yes, things got easier as we got more used to it," said Zach.
"You were really great with everything Zach," said Ayana. "Thank you so much. You know, Colby is just a little hormonal at the moment. She doesn't really mean what she's saying."
"There's truth in what she says," said Zach. "My personality is like a jelly donut. It's a solid torus of deep-fried goodness filled with sweet fruitiness in the middle."
"Why is torus?" Michaela mused.
Anming spoke, "It has no beginning and no end, yet it is simple and beautiful."
This got oohs and ahhs from the assembled women. "Somebody's in love," remarked Charisse.
"I was going to say because it's shaped like a sphincter. I like Anming's answer better," said Zach. "And I'm not going to argue with a topologist."
"Well agree sphincter, but in good way," said Michaela. "Nice and tight until we break him!"
"Okay," said Zach, "I'm going to drag this nice young lady away." He had his arm around Anming's waist. She came along with him easily. When they got out of earshot, he said, "I want you now."
"Here you have me, my husband," replied Anming.
"I want you sexually," said Zach. "I want to put my semen in your vagina. We can go to the bedroom. Or why not do it here?" He bent her over the back of the couch, reached under her dress, and pulled her panties halfway down.
"Please no, my husband," Anming said embarrassedly.
"Why shouldn't I, if you keep resisting what I do, no matter what I do?" he said. "If I let you go to the bedroom, what will you say if I lick your vulva?"
"I will say, 'thank you, my husband'," Anming said sincerely.
"What about if I lick your anus?" asked Zach.
Anming thought for a moment, and then grumbled, "I will say, 'thank you, my husband'."
"What if I stick my tongue in your anus?" asked Zach.
Anming thought for a longer moment. "I will remain quiet and will not complain."
"Fair enough," said Zach, letting her up. Anming pulled her panties up. They walked together to the master bedroom.
(To be continued)
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58: Friday July 31, 2043 1930 hours CST: A Match Made In Error
Zach sat at the secluded table Anming had reserved at Mercutio's for Trigonometry dates. She had apparently got a special deal booking the table for weeknights until further notice. He saw Berte weaving her way through the crowd to join him. She was wearing an emerald green version of her knockout little black dress with the cutout. She looked stunning in the brilliant green dress, flats, and her circlet. The cutout and her cleavage bulging through it slayed him. He stood up to greet her. "You look magnificent!"
"This is supposed to go with my skin tone," Berte said making intense eye contact. She looked away. "You can't know what my bathing suit is yet. You'll have to wait until Saturday." They cuddled into the booth together.
"You bought a new bathing suit?" asked Zach.
"The only one I had was a boring one piece for swimming laps," texted Berte. "Alexis said no way. She insisted I buy one that will make you erect and desperate for me."
"I'm intrigued," said Zach.
"Hey, you wouldn't leave Anming alone last night," texted Berte.
"It's her fertile week," said Zach.
"She's complaining a lot to the rest of us. She calls you nasty, disgusting, and insane," texted Berte.
"It's part of her thing to resist me," said Zach. "Don't worry about it."
Berte made eye contact and spoke to him with words, "I do worry about it because of Colby."
"Next time the three of us are together, we'll get some clear answers out of Anming, okay?" proposed Zach.
"Okay," said Berte. She sighed to move past her anxiety. She smiled and texted, "I heard Charisse made a plaster cast of your junk."
"Yes, she got me hard, like, you know, she does. Then she did a plaster cast for her art project," said Zach.
"What is she going to do with it?" texted Berte.
"I don't know," said Zach. "We'll have to wait and see."
"Whatever it is," Berte texted, "I hope it has a piston." Her eyes opened wide and flashed at him. She must have practiced that in a mirror. She was getting extremely good at what they called eye jobs.
"Is there anything in particular you want to do tonight?" asked Zach.
Berte had her answer pre-cached. She sent it over. "I want to 1) Eat dinner; 2) Give you oral sex under this table until you give me dessert in my mouth (your semen); 3) Go dancing; 4) Dance with other men until one, a handsome one, feels my butt; 5) Find out his name; 6) Drive to your apartment; 7) we make believe you're that guy and you fuck me while I scream his name."
That's how their date went for them, with an added twist. His name was Ron. She asked him exactly what he'd do with her in bed. She had Zach do exactly those things to her at his apartment. She found it extremely exciting to have Ron's plan done to her and scream Ron's name during.
Per Ron's plan, Zach undressed her and kissed her all over. He laid her down and tit-fucked her. "Do you like my big tits, Ron?" Berte purred making delicious eye contact. He fucked her from behind while spanking her gently. "Yes, yes, yes! Smash my pillars, Ron!" He pulled out at the end, which he hated to do, and ejaculated onto her tits and face. "Mmm! All your delicious spunk all over me Ron!" She loved every minute of it. Zach had to give the plan credit, it was different. She had him take a picture of his semen on her breasts and face.
Before Zach knew it, Berte had sent the photo to Ron. Unbeknownst to Zach, they'd exchanged numbers. "Is that advisable?" he asked.
"Feels so nasty," purred Berte.
Zach would have a talk with Colleen later to have her ask Berte to be more circumspect. Berte's face was too well-known. If the photo got out, it might be bad for the mission. He considered the possibility of every man on the planet sharing a photo of Berte. Every man sharing this waist-up naked photo of Berte smiling, making great eye contact, and splashed with semen. Was that necessarily a bad thing for NASA publicity? Well, he should let Colleen know, at least. She could decide what to do.
Zach and Berte went home to Colby's and they all went to bed. He gave five minutes of oral to each of his wives, his new favorite bedtime habit. He unreasonably spent twice as long on Anming. She hated being singled out. When midnight came, she tried to muffle her cries to not disturb the others, but she failed. He let her retreat fussing and dripping to the blue bedroom.
At 1 AM, he had Colleen, who spread her legs wide and enjoyed him with low moans. She whispered to him that she liked the oral thing he was doing with them at bedtime. It was hot to watch the others get theirs. It was hot to anticipate. It was hot to receive. It was hot, when the timer went off, to watch the next wife thrill on his tongue as he began. She liked everything about it.
As the night progressed, he went through the rest of the wives. At 4 AM, he woke up and went thirstily to Anming. The wives heard the sounds of Anming being taken relentlessly again and again. Her squeaks and howls echoed down the hall from the blue bedroom as she climaxed. He was obsessed.
In the morning, everybody arrived at Colby's house to start from there to Galveston beach in the borrowed van. All twelve crew had decided to come, not just Trigonometry.
While riding in the van, Zach and Anming had a conversation with Berte to assuage her fears. Anming assured Berte that she was a happy and satisfied wife. She felt she must protest Zach's nasty deviant actions in the hope he would reform. She willingly chose to do the things he did to her. She believed a good wife did this no matter how frightening, dirty, and disgusting. She deeply craved a strong man like Zach to take charge of her in this way. Then she could truly relax and focus her mind on her work. She enjoyed having the freedom to protest as she obeyed. In her homeland, she would have had to obey without choice or protest, or be beaten or worse. Knowing Zach would stop if she must disobey was vitally important to her.
At a rest stop on the way, Alexis led Zach off into a hedged area. The others went to use the restroom. Alexis pulled down her panties for a quick piss in the grass. She shook off and had him fuck her bent over a picnic table. She worked her cunt muscles on him hard. He only lasted a few minutes. They beat some of the others back to the van.
Charisse and Michaela were itchy as hell to get some cock by the time they arrived at the beach. They dragged Zach into the nearest beach box and had him. Charisse got on her knees on a towel while he pumped her from behind. Michaela stood over Charisse and put one leg up on a bench. He pleasured Michaela orally while continuing to pound Charisse. When they switched, Charisse teased him to clean all of his cum out of her. She didn't want the random men she intended to find on the beach to be dissuaded. Michaela scolded her for being mean to him. Charisse told Michaela to give thanks that her "friendly teasing" would make him last longer.
Being right there in the beach box with them, Zach got to see Charisse and Michaela's new swimsuits first. Charisse's suit was a leafy faux-plant spiral that barely covered her holes. Her black eyes were finally gone, so Alexis had been forced to stop calling her Raccoon Girl. Michaela's swimsuit was a spare olive green stripe at crotch level. In both cases, they were fully shaved. They were exposing most of their pudenda, which was the current beachwear fashion. Law and propriety in the US only decreed that holes be covered in women and cocks and anuses in men. As for Zach, he wore some orange patterned swimming trunks he'd owned for years.
When Zach escaped the beach box, his eyes were first struck by Berte's suit. It was a juicy solid pink bubblegum color with little strips for her nipples and holes. These were held in place by an intricate crisscrossing of thin straps resembling shibari. Her bursting breasts resembled two raging zeppelins barely restrained in their pink tethers. It gave her enough support for things like running or playing beach volleyball. She also rocked the multicolored choker she'd received from Michaela.
Berte was showing blonde hair on her mound. He recalled that all the wives were growing out their muffs in response to his enjoyment of Anming's muff. The fashion of 2043 very much supported this look. It was considered sexy and powerful for women to sport body hair including pubic hair in a bikini. All the wives were growing out their bushes for him. He would get to see how each of them handled it.
Zach noticed Colby had a bare pudenda when she walked right past him. She had defiantly shaved off her starting muff. Her breasts were proudly bare, and she should be. His mouth literally watered as she walked by. She sported brown bottoms that were barely more than a string and were exactly her skin tone. She looked nude at first glance, then, one realized she was sporting a camel toe, not a crack. She was oiled up and looking more edible from front and back than he'd ever seen her. She was not wearing her choker like the other wives were. As soon as she'd caught his eye, she traipsed off down the beach. She looked to be on the prowl.
He noticed Anming. Her ultrablack circlet was especially striking in the bright sunlight of the beach. She had on a more traditional string bikini that could have been from the twentieth century. A white triangle covered her holes and muff below. Two tiny white triangles covered her nipples and a portion of her breasts above. He saw later, though, when she got it wet, that it left little to the imagination, neither nipples nor muff. It made him think that the exhibitionism bug had bitten her soundly. Perhaps it was from those days sitting naked in his office. Perhaps it had been walking across base in a filmy summer dress and no underwear. At any rate, he relished it. He also relished the confident way she looked at and spoke to others. Gone were the days of her cowering and averting her eyes.
Colleen looked masterful in her blue circlet and a simple dark brown stripe barely covering her holes. Her blonde muff was proudly on display. Her whole look and demeanor radiated power and authority along with a deep eroticism.
Khushi, oh my God, was rocking a black shibari number very similar to Berte, but more revealing. It had metal rings circling and accentuating the nipples instead of cloth covering them. She had gone for the Japanese restraint look of keeping her boobs in check. Her pubes and armpits were clean. Her nipples stood out dark, firm, and erect. It should be a crime to wear this, Zach thought. Restraining himself from pouncing on Khushi tormented him.
Ayana was right beside Khushi, her delicious breasts bared. She was wearing very short but masculine black trunks off the hip. The neat but evident top of Ayana's black pubes made a power statement. Zach caught both Anming and Berte giving Ayana a serious once over at different times of the day. Interesting.
Alexis was sporting barely enough bottom to see it was a US flag pattern. The Breeding Bitches had their own big umbrella next to Zach's. They were kicking back and watching the beefcake stroll by.
Aanya sported a black strip bottom and was rocking some neat but powerful pussy hair. Her green choker shone in the sun.
Colette was dressed conservatively in an old fashioned black string bikini like Anming's. She wore both her finger rings, but no other adornment.
A very pretty woman looking about college age walked up to Zach. She had a very expensive looking camera. "Hi, I'm Sara Hart of Galveston Newsnet." She was a reporter. "I was wondering if I could get some photos of you?"
"Sure," said Zach. Sara was a medium height fairly voluptuous redhead in a navy blue string bikini. She was conservatively attired for the beach. They sat and talked together under his beach umbrella. She was mostly a photographer. She asked him about Khushi, which was easy. Zach could easily rave about her and tell funny stories about her quirky fascination with twentieth century pop culture.
Sara went to go talk with Khushi and Ayana. They were both cool with it, and were probably telling her stories about Zach, the harmless ones at least. Sara and Khushi stood up and walked over to him. "Could I have a few pictures of you two together?" He stood up and took Khushi in his arms as Sara snapped away. Khushi's eyes locked to his with electric passion. He kissed her passionately and they were lost in the sensation of it for several moments. He lifted her in his arms as she laughed and her smile flashed brilliantly. They fell onto the sand. He got tangled up in Khushi's shibari strings, which made her laugh even harder. Sara thanked them both profusely and went off to photograph other members of the crew. Zach kissed Khushi again briefly, and with a lonesome smile let her up to drift back towards Ayana.
It had started small, but by 2 PM there were reporters all over the beach snapping pictures and asking questions. Colby had disappeared. Zach swam out to a little dock they had out by the buoy line. There was some peace and quiet out there. Soon, his ten other crewmates, everybody except Colby, had swum out as well. The resourceful Berte had brought a solar blanket that they rigged into a sunshade. None of the reporters were equipped to pursue them. It appeared the beach was thinning.
A motorboat full of reporters pulled up beside them and harassed them. Zach tried to reason with them to let the crew alone. A yacht approached. The smaller boat full of reporters had to get out of the way. The yacht pulled up beside them. "Ahoy!" said a friendly looking man. "Do you need a ride?"
They climbed up a rope ladder onto the yacht. The deck was all polished redwood and curves. It was an interesting combination of modern and natural design. There was a party going on that appeared populated by two groups of naked people. One was a group of naked forty-something business types, about seventy percent men. The other group consisted of naked pretty party creatures, men, women, and ambiguous types. The business types appeared to be generally in pursuit of the party creatures. "Strip down, if you want. Stay awhile," said the friendly man who said his name was Dave, the owner of the boat.
The Breeding Bitches needed no further encouragement. Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela stripped and danced away into the crowd. Colleen removed her bottoms to bare all and then turned to talk to Dave, who was trying not to faint. It was clear from the outset that Dave was putty in her hands. She made sure they would be dropped back at the beach at around 6 PM. She told him that they needed to head home then.
It didn't take long before the crowd was buzzing that these were the famous astronauts. Zach got naked to be friendly and blend in. Ayana and Khushi were keeping their bathing suits on, such as they were. Aanya and Berte were also keeping their suits. Colette joined Colleen and Zach in getting naked. Colette was uncomfortable covering her holes even though Zach had given her permission. Anming kept her string bikini on.
Colette reminded Zach that she had failed her pregnancy test that morning. She needed to find a stranger to have intercourse with. Military types and homeless people appeared to be in short supply on this decidedly civilian yacht. There were a couple of older fellows. Colette went to talk to them. They found a very nice gentleman who was willing to accommodate her. One problem was that there was no real privacy at the party. People were having sex here and there, though, and it wasn't causing a commotion. To make sure Colette and her new fuck buddy were not disturbed, Zach decided to stay nearby. The gentleman was kindly. Making the assumption that Colette was new to such public dalliances, he encouraged Colette to hold Zach's hand. This way, he assured her, she would feel less frightened. Colette was was so touched by his care that she held Zach's hand as requested.
The old guy, whose name was Bill, proceeded to give Colette oral sex. He was good. Zach whispered permission to her to climax freely, which he'd forgotten. She orgasmed explosively. Bill asked, "Zach, that was some reaction! What did you say to her?"
Zach didn't want to get into the complexity of Colette, so he lied. "I told her that nobody was watching. I told her to just relax and let the love in."
"Aw," said Bill. "That's great and true. Oh darling!" Colette was giving him some oral now, getting him hard. Soon he was ready. He got between her legs on the couch and worked away pumping his penis in her vagina. He had a blissful look on his face, feeling her breasts.
Zach and Colette were whispering to each other over the back of the couch. It was so loud at the party that not even Bill could hear them. "Do you think you'll be able to cum for the old guy? He's such a nice man."
"I will if you order me to," said Colette. "Give me a one hundred count." Colette touched herself as Bill fucked her slowly but excitedly.
"Okay," said Zach. "I order you to orgasm for this fellow on a count of one hundred. If your orgasm fails to impress me, it'll be double punishment. Two days back-to-back of being whipped five times across your cunt. Are you ready?" Colette nodded. He started counting, and he kept speeding up until Colette got a look of worried concentration on her face.
Colette squeezed Zach's hand hard. "Bill, it feels so good!" Zach could tell it really did. "I'm going to cum!" she blurted juicily. "Ohgod!" She let out a low moan and shook from head to toe. It was a good long orgasm. There would be no need to whip her.
Bill lasted for some time after Colette's orgasm. As Bill got close, she whispered to Zach, "I can." He gave permission. She moaned and shook out another long shuddering orgasm. The continuous and gentle stimulation had helped her build a lot of tension. Bill was extremely close and asked where she wanted it. "Inside please," she begged.
Bill sighed and released his semen into her with a look of extreme pleasure and contentment. After about a minute of heavy breathing and coughing, he said, "Thank you, Colette, and you also, Zach." He was almost in tears. "I feel blessed by an angel. That's you, dear Colette." A waiter came by with a rag. "I have a confession, you two. I know your work, Doctor Alexandre. I'm Bill Kirby, CEO of MMD." MMD was one of the largest mining conglomerates in the world.
"Oh, hmm, Mr. Kirby, what interesting circumstances," said Colette. "I did a summer internship in MMD's European office when I was an undergraduate at the Sorbonne."
"Heh, interesting," said Bill. "I wish I'd known you, met you. I would have tried to marry you, no doubt," he beamed.
"Hmm, I don't know about that," said Colette. "I dressed all in black back then, with lots of piercings, chains, and razor blades. I spent all my free time on rooftops doing parkour. Not exactly CEO wife material." Colette said goodbye to Bill with a hug and a kiss. It was a friendly adventure.
Zach caught up to Anming. He'd seen an opportunity. "Hello, my wife."
"Uh-oh," said Anming, "You're here to do something terrible to me. I'm having fun drinking my fruit juice."
"Here, come sit in my lap," said Zach. "It seems to me this is a private, friendly party where you can do good work on your body image."
"Oh no," said Anming. "Does it involve me being spattered with body fluids, this body image training?"
"Not unless you want it to," said Zach.
"That relieves me, my husband," said Anming.
"I propose that we go over to that group of young, handsome men," said Zach. I'll have you undress for them. You're practically undressed already. I'll have them say what they think of your beauty."
"Yes, my husband," said Anming. Though she sounded formal and obedient, Zach could tell she was quietly thrilled.
They approached the young men. They were naked and muscular. Perhaps they were strippers? They had certainly been incentivized to attend in some way. At the moment, they were enjoying some free booze. "Pardon me," said Zach. "My... um... colleague thinks she's ugly. I think she's very beautiful. Can you help me settle the disagreement?"
"Easy, dude," said a big guy sitting in the front. "She's a little stunner." He had to be 6'8" and he probably outweighed Zach by fifty pounds of pure muscle. A football player perhaps? "Are you old enough to be at this party sweetheart? You look to be in high school."
"I assure you," said Zach, "she's twenty-six." There was astonishment from the young men. There were smiles. Twenty-six was a very fuckable age. "I think you should take a closer look to make sure," he said. "Would you please undress for the nice men?" He whispered to Anming, "Is this okay? Not activating?"
"No, just embarrassing," Anming whispered. "During the... hmm... incident, they cut my clothes off me. And these men, so big, so muscular, so pale. Different. Like you, my husband."
Anming took off her string bikini. There was not much to take off. There was applause. Anming smiled broadly and did a cute little motion between a curtsy and a bow. The young man spoke, "You guys are astronauts, aren't you?"
"Yes, we are," confirmed Zach. No use hiding it.
There was a discussion between the big guy and the guy next to him. "It has to be her," he argued. "The other one is way too butch. She's the doctor." He turned to Anming. "You're Professor Tang, yes?"
"Yes," said Anming. Her eyes dropped for an instant and then returned to the young man. Zach was proud.
The young man fell out of his chair onto his knees. "I never expected to be so lucky," said the young man.
His friend said, "He's a physics undergrad. He's a very good student," he assured them both.
Anming grasped the young man's hand and gently returned him to his chair. The gesture of a queen. The young man's name was Oliver Putnam. "Okay let's stay on topic. You two can discuss manifolds or whatever later. Have a seat, darling. Okay, honey, spread your legs for the nice men. Yes. Knees up. Yes, spread your lips. That's great. What do you think guys?" There was lots of very positive feedback. Oliver still claimed she looked underage, and tighter than a virgin.
"I think she needs more convincing," said Zach. "Darling, why don't you sit in Oliver's lap? Great?" Oliver's rock hard cock was saluting Anming fiercely. She asked Zach if she could hold it, and Zach said yes. He had Anming spread her legs and asked Oliver to stroke her a little. He invited the other young men to gently stroke her breasts and other attributes and praise them. Soon Anming was floating on a sea of muscular young men, being touched and stroked everywhere.
Zach could tell Anming was getting close. Sure enough, she began to shudder with a powerful growl, "Grrrrr! EEP!" At that, Zach gently retrieved her from the young men. They didn't resist. They thanked him. There were thanks all around, except Anming, who was still dazed and wobbly in the knees. He led her away from the young men and got a towel from a waiter. They sat out on the deck for a while. She sat on the towel so that her juices wouldn't get all over.
Anming gave her impression of the experience. "My husband, you are a nasty dirty cruel man. I was frightened and embarrassed. I controlled my fears successfully. I'm proud of myself. It is indelible in my soul that those young men found me extraordinary, beautiful, and desirable. The orgasm I received floating in their arms was extremely profound for me. I believe I will remember this feeling of being strong and beautiful forever."
Michaela appeared. "Is now," she said curtly. She had obviously been fooling around at the party. She was dripping wet and ready. Zach was also very ready after watching Anming get pleasured to orgasm. There was a chaise lounge on the deck. They went at it vigorously with Anming watching and encouraging him in her favorite way. She gently spanked him and told him to orgasm Michaela hard. He did, and she did, several times. He finished very gratifyingly and flooded her quim with a veritable river of semen. Luckily, they had a towel handy that Anming had been using.
Around 6 PM, Dave let them out at the dock where he had picked them up. They swam back to shore. The reporters were all long gone. They found Colby waiting for them at the van. She looked like she had been profoundly messed with, but not necessarily in a bad way. She looked a little sad, a little thoughtful. "Are you okay?" asked Colleen.
"Oh, yeah honey, doing wonderful," Colby replied. They headed home. Throughout the trip home, Colby was joking and laughing freely with her fellows. She didn't exchange words with Zach.
When they arrived at Colby's, they split up. Colby grabbed a few things out of the house and went back to her hotel room. Anming begged Zach again in front of the other wives to leave her alone sexually overnight. Surprising everyone but himself, he took the opportunity to excuse himself from all of them. He told them he'd be back the next day. After dressing for dinner, he left.
As planned, he met Becky Baines at Mercutio's at 8 PM. They held hands, talked, and had a wonderful dinner together. They headed to his apartment and made love like rabbits all night long and into Sunday morning. They were going to miss each other. They made another assignation for next Saturday evening overnight like they did this time. While they were still in bed together, they turned their phones on. Zach got umpteen messages from Trigonometry worried that he was crying and despairing over Colby. He was, a little, but Becky salved that wound pretty damn effectively.
He called Colleen to reassure her and therefore the rest of Trigonometry. "Hi Colleen. Oh yeah, I'm fine. Don't be concerned. I'm taking care of myself."
"This is one of your little astronaut sluts, isn't it?" Becky whispered for Zach's ears but too faint for the phone. She got under the blanket and started sucking his cock. He drew in his breath sharply.
On the other end of the line, Colleen thought Zach sounded on the verge of crying. She got off the phone to leave him to his obvious grief. The other messages were from wives or other well-wishers on the crew concerned about his probable grief. He acknowledged to himself that he would indeed be suffering, but Becky helped a lot with that.
Becky was not letting a drop of Zach's cum end up anywhere but her cunny. This was even though Zach assured her she was probably not fertile yet. Each time, he finished up in her cunny as desired. Each time, she gripped him tightly to her with her arms and legs for as long as she could. She got him to lie still on top of her as the semen soaked into her. She was extremely diligent and focused about everything. He knew her well enough not to resist. This was good together time, her at work on her baby.
After Becky left, he drove over to the Breeding Bitches and did Michaela first. Charisse had an apology for him. "Zach, I realize I've been childish. I've been trying to antagonize you so that you'll leave off with this love stuff towards me. I still think it's bad for you. But I think it would be evil of me to antagonize you further given what's happened with Colby. I'm sorry I've been doing it. I see how it is hurtful. I'll cut it out right away. I didn't intend to hurt you. In fact, I've been trying to keep you safe. I hope you understand." He assured her that he did.
Zach had just seen Becky. Beatrice was appropriately busy with Eric on the weekend. He was liking his break from Trigonometry. He called Sidonie again. She was still busy. He called Emma the young yoga teacher. "Are you still angry with me?" he asked.
"No, just sad," said Emma.
"Do you want to hang out?" asked Zach.
"Okay," Emma said.
"I'll swing by and pick you up," said Zach. Emma was a twenty year old yoga teacher. She had a broken down car. She lived in a house with ten other struggling young women. She was a brunette, a petite five feet, but with generous breasts for her diminutive size. She could bend herself into improbable shapes for sex, and enjoyed doing so. When they got back to his place, she turned down both alcoholic drinks and marijuana wafers. They kissed and reconnected for a long while. He reassured her that he had always hoped to keep seeing her indefinitely. It was only the mission, an improbable matter out of his control, that broke them up. He lay on the couch and nursed on her big yummy tits. They had never done this together before. She was touched. She said she liked the "mother energy" of it.
He gave her oral sex until she couldn't stand it any more. Her smell and taste were sweet like violets, with just a little citrus twist, so healthy. She whimpered and mewed through several orgasms. He tried analingus on her now that Colette had turned him on to it. She was a little musty back there, and perfectly fine. It was weird for her, she'd never had it done, though she'd had anal sex. On the balance, she liked it, but it would take getting used to. It was a good thing to throw in when her clit was feeling oversensitive.
Zach was hard and urgent by then, so she didn't object when he took her missionary on the couch. It was too soft, so he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She said, "Let's try something." She bent back her extremely flexible back so that she was folded under herself in a U shape. Then she said, "Try a few strokes down my throat, then return to my vagina." He could now switch his cock between her vagina and her throat, both available to him. They continued to do a lot of acrobatic sex like this along with straightforward sex. They had sex for about six hours straight, then he drove her back to her house, promising he'd call again soon.
Zach swung by the Breeding Bitches and satisfied them. He insisted he had to leave. He went home to Colby's. By that time, it was bedtime. All the wives, including Colette, were extremely relieved to see him. Things were back in order. He gave the lineup oral, then they drifted off to sleep. Anming got his first dose of semen at midnight. Afterwards, she successfully escaped to the blue bedroom by saying she had to use the bathroom. Overnight, he went through Colleen, Berte, Aanya, and Colette each once. When he woke up next to Colleen, he got up and found Anming. He made the house shake with his pounding and Anming's hoarse cries well into the morning. He worked her very hard.
Zach left for work. He worked on base until 1 PM and then went to see Michaela in the telescope bay. He had her there up against their favorite out-of-alignment machine.
At 4 PM, Zach and Berte drove to the Common Grounds coffee shop in North Houston. There they met his old psychology teacher as they had discussed. "Berte, this is my teacher Ben Weil."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Berte," said Ben, shaking her hand.
She was making good eye contact, giving him a good eye job, Zach noticed. Good for her, showing her strengths and training. "Yes," said Berte, "Well, shouldn't we hug?" she asked matter-of-factually, then a bit nervously, "Unless you don't."
"I'd love a hug," said Ben, and stood up. Berte stood up, too, and they embraced.
"Mmm," said Berte. They broke the hug and sat down. Berte grinned and eyed Ben.
"I must say, Berte," said Ben. "You're the first autistic person I've ever met who asked me for a hug when we met. You seem comfortable with many social matters."
"Yes. Well. No. But I try," said Berte, still staring at him. "I mean yes!"
"He'll be able to help us with your investigation," Zach interjected.
"Yes," said Berte. Finally, exhausted, she stared off into a corner for a while.
"You're obviously very exceptional in your social abilities, Berte," said Ben. "You can just be comfortable around me."
"Yes. You're welcome. Thank you," said Berte, staring off into space. She was agitated. "I researched you. Your wife died. That must hurt a lot. My parents are both alive. Zach is alive. I can't imagine. I apologize. Correct. For the world being bad."
"Thank you Berte," said Ben. "That's very thoughtful of you. You're right. I'm grieving right now in my life. Jenny and I had been together since college. Since I met her, I never imagined a life without her."
Berte had a tight smile. "That's how I feel about my Zach," she said, grabbing Zach's arm. "Yet, I want to grow. I want to choose. Even Zach says. And Aanya says you're right."
"I'm flattered. Aanya is your friend?" asked Ben.
"Correct. Or rather her mother said," said Berte.
"Aanya is a member of our crew," clarified Zach. "She's a genius botanist. Berte and Aanya are very close."
"So Berte, how can I help you? I'd like you to state it in your own words," said Ben.
"Can I text?" asked Berte.
"Certainly," said Ben. They all exchanged contact information.
Berte had a prepared statement, "I'm completely happy with Zach. If not perfect, because nobody is perfect, he is the best husband I can imagine. Even so, Alexis has convinced me. Michaela has convinced me. I never really chose Zach. You can't choose something that's only ever been one choice. And there are men to learn out there. And I can be better for Zach if I learn. It will be better for me, too, they say, and I believe them. They know a lot about men, life, and fucking. It would be good if I learn to be less afraid, more confidant. I could learn if I get fucked by a variety of men. But I want more real than just using. I could have had a lot of that, and I never wanted it, and I don't want it. I want something deeper, the deeper the better. You're good for this, I think."
"I'll do my best to advise you," Ben texted back.
"Goody, I'm feeling good," texted Berte. "So I guess I'll talk to Zach. Zach will talk to you."
"Is it okay if I speak?" Ben asked.
Berte nodded curtly and texted, "You're too slow anyway."
"Would it be okay if we met more?" asked Ben.
"I would hope so," said Berte. "The next step, though, is to talk to Zach."
"Do you know what she's referring to?" Ben asked Zach.
"I don't, but we'll figure it out," said Zach. "Berte has her definite ways. Berte, should we end this coffee and then talk together? Then maybe we can talk about another appointment with Ben?"
"Oh that's very formal," texted Berte. Then she blurted to Ben, "Yes! Yes, I mean. I keep forgetting. Yes, Ben. Yes, Benjamin. Yes, Professor Doctor Benjamin Weil." Berte seemed a little flustered.
"I think this is a hard subject for her, very emotional," said Zach. "It's okay sweetie. We're all here to support you. Everything will be great."
"Yes," said Berte, smirking and looking off towards the corner. They ended their coffee meeting with Ben and walked to the car. Once they were sitting in the car, Berte turned to him and said, "Yes, absolutely."
"Yes, absolutely what?" asked Zach.
"Yes, absolutely I want to fuck him. I want him to fuck me. Yes," said Berte.
"Wait, what?" asked Zach. Then, "Oh, shit."
(To be continued)
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59: Monday August 3, 2043 1630 hours CST: Hey Watch This!
"I can fuck Ben now, yes?" texted Berte. "Do I have to wait? The coffee shop restroom would regrettably send him the wrong message, I think. He has a hotel room correct? Or we can take him home with us. It would be hard for me to wait until tonight. I feel itchy between my legs for him like I sometimes feel for you. I want to see the look on his face when he cums. Are you angry that I'm excited to do this? I didn't think I would be. Ben is nice. Good job, Zach. Good job!"
He flashed back on the original plan he'd described to her. He would find another lover for her. They would meet at a coffee shop. Afterwards, she would tell him based on the meeting whether she wanted to proceed. He was thinking this whole time he was getting her a better advisor than himself. She was thinking this whole time he was getting her an additional lover.
Well, regarding the fuck-up he'd made, Zach was hopeful that Ben would at least be flattered. He and Ben would discuss it like adults and figure out how to break the news to Berte. Or maybe not. "Honey, would you drive yourself back to base? I'll catch a cab. I'll see you later and we will talk more, okay?"
"I'm going to have to wait, aren't I?" Berte texted, looking frustrated.
"I'm afraid so," said Zach. "I have no experience doing this. I have to talk to Ben again. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. I will call you and let you know the instant the deal is closed, okay?"
"Okay," said Berte in a frustrated voice. She rolled up her window and drove off in the direction of the base. Zach watched her turn the corner.
He called Ben. "Have you left the shop?"
"No, I'm finishing my coffee," said Ben.
"Do you mind if we talk more one-on-one? I figured out what Berte meant," said Zach.
"Please," said Ben.
Zach returned to the shop and ordered a coffee this time. He sat down at the table. "So..." he began. "I fucked up. But maybe not in a bad way. It's just a misunderstanding, easily corrected. But there's an opportunity here I want to seriously discuss with you."
"What's going on?" asked Ben.
Zach described the misunderstanding to him. "So you see, Berte thinks you're the lover I picked for her. She looked very excited at the prospect, too, Ben. Do you mind if we at least discuss the possibility?"
"No, no," said Ben. "I feel flattered, deeply, I assure you. At the same time, I wasn't remotely considering... that. It's quite a course change for me emotionally, considering what I'm going through. The loss of Jenny rules my emotional world. I can advise, but... I don't know, Zach. My first thought upon meeting Berte was 'Won't Jenny love her.' Then I remembered for the millionth time Jenny is dead and will never meet Berte. I am clear I am not ready to face dating after Jenny. The prospect of a relationship after Jenny."
"But this is not really dating," said Zach. "It's a real relationship but it's also practice for Berte. It could be practice for you too, Ben."
"You've got a point," said Ben. "I haven't had a date in 25 years. I mean a date with somebody other than Jenny. I have misgivings, Zach. Berte is so beautiful, so fresh, so young, so... what's the word?" Unconsciously, Ben had put his hands out in front of him in a gesture suggesting breasts. He was thinking about Berte's glorious tits at some level of his consciousness.
"You deserve them," said Zach, "I mean her. You deserve her."
"Dewy," said Ben. "That's the word I was searching for. She's dewy. And that eye thing she does, the eye contact. You can tell how hard she's working to do that. It's magnificent."
"I have a funny story about that," Zach said. "Do you want to hear it?"
"I'd love to hear it," said Ben, relieved the conversation had taken a more lighthearted direction.
"When I first met Berte, I didn't know this. Berte and our mission commander Colleen had come to a realization that we would make a great couple," said Zach. "A lot of matchmaking goes on; it's colonization. So Berte had asked Colleen. Okay, how does she, with no social skills, reel me in and, you know, seal the deal."
"You have to admire the direct nature of autistics," said Ben. "Straight at the problem."
"So Colleen, who has known me for a while, gives her an algorithm, an algorithm! And it was a stupid algorithm, too. From the moment we met, she was doing the algorithm, and it was simply this. She should make eye contact. She should smile. She is actually a very good smiler, but she's dropped it these days. Anyway. Eye contact. Smile. If I suggest we get closer, she should say yes. If I suggest we get farther apart, she should say no. That's it!"
"So I offer to drive her to her quarters on base. She says yes. I drive her there. We go in there for her to get changed for dinner. As soon as we're in there, she closes the blinds so it's practically pitch dark in there. That was a masterful part she added. So, horn-dog that I am and irresistible babe that she is, I ask if I can hug her. Couldn't hurt. She says yes. I ask for a kiss. She says yes. I keep asking. She keeps saying yes. You get the picture. The rest is history. It was only later on that I learned about the algorithm. So you see, I was seduced by Colleen by proxy. I really felt known for the simple buffoon I am." They both had a laugh.
"She was doing it," said Ben. "She was doing it at the end."
"What? Oh you're right," said Zach. "She was doing the algorithm, but it wasn't working. We were on a whole different page than the one she thought we were on. Must have been confusing for her. Comedy of errors, that's me. So... so, I think you should go on a date. What could it hurt? She expects it. You need the practice. You don't even need to kiss at the end if it feels wrong. It's just a little date. What have you got to lose?"
"You want me to fix your mix up so badly you're willing to match an ogre, that's me, with your princess. Do you really want to avoid the problem that badly?" Ben asked.
"I'm not matching anyone with anyone," said Zach. "I admit it was an accident. The accident was caused by my carelessness. But she's done the choosing, Ben. She has chosen. She wants a date with you. Are you going to let that poor young woman down?"
"C'mon, Zach," said Ben.
"That dewy young woman?" said Zach.
"I'm not the chiseled astronaut you are, just a pudgy, crusty old man," Ben said.
"A cuddly lovable college professor," Zach corrected. "I'm speaking on Jenny's behalf."
"Now you're cutting deep," said Ben.
"I'm serious," said Zach. "What would she want? She would want you to live. She would want you to have some joy, a lot of joy, in fact. Do you think a date with Berte would be like pulling teeth?"
"I give up," said Ben. "Just looking at that young woman will make my evening pleasant. Oh crap. I'm feeling guilty now. I feel like Humbert Humbert."
"Just chill, Ben," said Zach. "She's a PhD well-established in her career, not some coed. It's only a little date."
"Okay," said Ben.
Zach was done with the Breeding Bitches in plenty of time to get to Mercutio's on time. It was Aanya's evening. Tonight they would be joined by Berte and Ben Weil. When Zach arrived, the women were seated. Berte was wearing her black cutout dress, mesmerizing. Aanya was wearing a dress he hadn't seen. It was short and form-fitting, purple, with a plunging neckline and a nonexistent back. Both women looked spectacular. Aanya's presence was giving Berte a lot of strength to quell her nervous jitters.
Ben arrived shortly thereafter and joined them. He looked flustered. Aanya broke the ice. "You're right, Berte, he's cute!" she said in a low voice, but loud enough for Ben to hear. To Ben she said, "Professor Weil, it's so nice to meet you. You know it's an interesting thing. Berte told me she would be meeting you. I consulted my mother who is somewhat of a seer. I'm a scientist, but well, my mother has an uncanny way of knowing things about people. She got a very powerful feeling about your dating Berte, for what it's worth."
"Well that's... flattering," said Ben. The men were sitting on either side of the booth with the women sitting between them. Ben turned to Berte and said, "You look absolutely stunning."
Berte responded with a tight, satisfied smile. "Yes," she said, making eyes at him.
Aanya said, "She's pleased."
"Heh," said Ben. "I see the dynamic here. Thank you, Aanya, for being her friend."
They ordered food. Aanya talked about her engineered bacteria, lichen, and moss. Berte talked about the interplanetary vessel, its fusion bottles, propulsion systems, and so forth. Zach and Ben, who were physicians, had training in the hard sciences. They could keep up well enough to understand what was being discussed, but that was about it. The food came. They chatted about cell biology. Ben and Zach knew a lot more about this subject, especially Zach.
Dessert came and went. The two women started to play rock, paper, scissors. They kept tying each other, like they could read each other's minds. Finally Berte won. "Yes!" she enthused. She began scooching around to get under the table.
Aanya whispered something to Berte. Berte said audibly, "Oh. Correct." She cuddled up to Ben. Her proximity made it clear she wanted to be kissed. "Am I frightening you?" she asked.
"You're a little tigress now?" joked Ben.
Berte gently kissed Ben gently on the lips. Ben flinched like he'd gotten an electric shock. He looked stunned, bereft. "You're thinking about Jenny, aren't you?" asked Berte.
"Just give me a moment," said Ben, taking a deep breath.
Berte held Ben's face in her two hands like he was an errant hound. His agitation seemed to quiet. Berte gently pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently at first, and then a bit deeper. He looked like a good kisser. Of course he was, with so many years of kissing Jenny. It would be fine. They were enjoying each other. Berte was whispering things to him.
Ben asked Zach, "Do you know about this plan?"
"I had not heard of it, no," said Zach.
Aanya whispered, "Berte and I were planning on getting a second desert, for ourselves, under the table. She was going to get hers from Ben, and I was going to get mine from you. We thought it would add some excitement to the evening."
"You're aware they're on a first date?" asked Zach.
"I've never dated. Maybe we've made a mistake?" said Aanya. "You see, we played Rochambeau to see who would go first, because the other should be a lookout, we figured. And she won. So she was going to get down there and do it, except I stopped her. I realized they hadn't kissed or anything yet. So now they're kissing. What do you think?"
Zach saw that Ben and Berte were still tongue wrestling. There was some serious touching and rubbing going on as well. Ben and Berte were in their own private heaven. "There's no dating etiquette I'm aware of for under-the-table restaurant blowjobs. It's definitely an escalation of intimacy," he said. "On the other hand, Ben is a lot better than me at handling unusual social situations."
Aanya tapped Berte on the shoulder. Berte slid under the table, her hands still rubbing Ben as they had been. Ben looked in a trance. His eyes were closed. He was relaxed. His eyebrows rose. Zach looked away. It was too personal to watch his mentor experience Berte's expert mouth on his penis. It was great that it was happening. He wanted it to happen.
Aanya grabbed Zach and kissed him. That distracted him. He kissed Aanya and felt her delicious body through her dress, stroked her panties. The kissing continued.
A few minutes had passed when Ben groaned gently. He was trying desperately not to cry out as he climaxed. Knowing Berte, every drop was going neatly down her throat. She rose from under the table. They embraced once more and kissed. They whispered to each other.
Aanya grinned at Zach, "My turn." She disappeared under the table. His pants quietly unzipped. He knew how uncomfortable it made him to even see the look on Ben's face when it started happening. He covered his face with his napkin.
From behind his napkin, Zach heard Ben say to Berte, "May I call you 'duckling'? Calling you Berte seems too formal anymore."
"You can call me 'duckling' if I can call you 'drake'," said Berte.
"It's a deal," said Ben. "My duckling, shall we go freshen up and give these two a few minutes alone?"
"Yes, my drake," said Berte. They got up and wandered off towards the restrooms together, holding hands and talking. Ben, only a few inches shorter than Zach, was significantly bigger and taller than Berte.
Aanya's mouth felt wonderful on Zach's penis. Without the added stress of having Ben right there trying to ignore it, he became excited quickly. He tapped her on the shoulder to warn her he was going to ejaculate. She took it all, choked, and started coughing. "Are you okay?" he peeked down at her.
Aanya returned to her seat. "Just a little went down the wrong way," she said. "That's the first time you've finished in my mouth. Remember, Michaela taught me with dildos."
"You're so good at it, I keep forgetting you haven't had any other live subjects," said Zach.
"Well, I have it from the beginning to the end now," Aanya beamed.
From there, the four went to the ballroom dance place. Ben was a very good ballroom dancer. Another gift of having been married to Jenny, Zach thought privately. Both men danced with each of the women. Both men watched the women as they danced with others. Ben and Zach were also grabbed by various women. Mostly, Ben was grabbed, because he was something else. Zach benefited somewhat from being Ben's cute young friend. Aanya was seriously moving on Ben on the dance floor. Zach could see his dancing enthralled her.
"What did Jenny think of me having you for dessert?" Berte asked him bluntly while they were all sitting at the table together. Zach winced. He felt it was like Berte picking at a bloody scab.
"I know Jenny was laughing her ass off up there," said Ben, surprising Zach. "I know she hates my grief, but I can't help it. Anything wonderful that forcefully jars me out of it would amuse her better than anything."
"I wish I could have known her," said Berte.
"I wish you could have too, duckling," said Ben.
From there, they split up for the evening. Ben was going to take Berte home to Colby's to end the evening, or perhaps to his hotel room? They seemed extremely cuddly. They were going to figure it out. It was none of Zach's business. Meanwhile, he and Aanya went to his apartment to have some private time.
They both got a text from Colleen, "Just FYI, it's going viral. A billion views already and climbing. Fap Worldwide just declared it 'the best still image jerk-off material of the century'." Included was a link to an article entitled "The Smoking Hot Space-Whores of NASA." Space-whores? Really? He opened to the article and saw it was a photo spread of him and all his crewmates. They were at the beach in their bathing suits. Aanya was right there on page one.
It had a whole page photo of Aanya looking glorious. She was looking at something or someone off camera, pissed off, probably at some reporter. There were numerous smaller photos of her as well. There was one of her bending over away from the camera. There was a nice suggestive dent where her vulva was. There was another delightful one with her snarling and flipping somebody off. The fashion people loved those smoldering shots, he supposed. She had a slightly sweaty look that gave her bronze skin a radiant sheen. It accentuated her bare and delectable perky bubble breasts and succulent dark brown nipples. Her sprouting bush down below fired the imagination of what her tiny swimsuit hid. She looked achingly good in these photos. He could masturbate to orgasm easily looking only at this first photo of Aanya. He couldn't say that about many still photos. There was something about Aanya's angry looks that were especially erotic. Maybe it was just him and his indelible memory of that first angry, frustrated look she'd given him. It had been in the transport plane. She'd dropped her coveralls, bent over, and bared her holes to him. Indelible. He remembered how she'd made those coveralls look like lingerie. These photos made her tiny blip of a swimsuit look like a full gape masturbation shot.
The caption of the spread for Aanya read, "Aanya Ghosh, Galactic Gardening Bitch. This tiny, angry little number might look like the perfect bed-warmer to chain up and tame. Don't try it. She might take revenge by inventing a germ that kills only you." That was actually witty, thought Zach. It continued, "She made all the bio-engineered germs that will make Mars spring to life. She is sporting some Cremulon bottoms that certainly weaponize her tiny body. Surrender men of Earth! She says, 'I prefer pale white boys with good oral skills.' Perhaps you can pass Doctor Ghosh's oral examination. You can't save all Earthmen's testicles from being spilled out onto these humble pages in tribute."
"I never said any such thing," said Aanya.
"Of course you didn't," said Zach.
All their individual spreads were like that. They were in alphabetical order. Alexis Warren, Slutty Interplanetary Gold Digger. There was an absolutely delightful photo of Alexis sticking her tongue out. Anming Tang, Princess of Space and Time. There were only smiling photos of her. It had been a joyous time on the beach for her even after the reporters showed up. Ayana Dean, Butch Bitch Dyke Doc. Oh dear. Yes, this entry was practically hate speech. Berte Kaufman, Spaced Out Bouncy Bae. Looking pretty delicious. The article, on brief scan, was ugly towards the differently thinking community, though. Charisse Roberts, Celestial Cactus Hippie. They had a clothing malfunction photo of Charisse where you could see her naked pucker. She was smiling and looking over her shoulder. That was the problem with these tiny bathing suits. Colby Lincoln, Dark Angry Matter, DAM! These were some great photos of Colby, even angry as she looked. Scowling. Oiling up. Every inch of her delicious. His balls ached for her. Moving on. Colette Alexandre, Extraterrestrial Mining Tail. Colleen Bruno, Dripping Wet Space Ranger. Khushi Gupta, Heavenly Bronze Idol. This article was fawning towards Khushi, who was a media darling. It invoked the romance with Zach. There were photos of the couple of them. The jist of her article was 'he broke it, he bought it' humor that made him fume. Michaela Petrova, Fiery-Headed Solar Flare. Wow, she looked good in that little olive stripe. Healthy. They caught all the highlights in her hair. Her article made fun of her accent, the bastards.
The final article read, "Zachary Carson, Dock Me Good and Hard. Every batch of untethered space-babes needs a token bit of testosterone. This hard-bodied doc will dry their tears and warm their beds on those cold Martian nights. He can always find work as a stripper if he loses his license for knocking up all his patients. He's wearing some ragged swim attire that looks inherited from his great-grandfather. But look at those abs! Enough to make any space-babe eagerly present her docking ports! We understand the doc only has eyes for Doctor Gupta, at least while she's paying attention. What happens in the exam room stays in the exam room, eh doc? He says, 'have genetic material, will travel'. We'd love to take that voyage with you, doctor."
Aanya chuckled when she read it. "Yes," said Zach. "I actually said those words. I said them to you. In jest, of course."
"Time to prove it," Aanya growled, and pulled Zach down onto the bed. She was entering her second fertile week. The next morning was her official first insemination day. She texted Colleen and reserved him for the entire night. The wives all texted and wished them good luck. Berte texted them, "No dreams, har, har."
"No dreams back at you, girl," texted Aanya.
"So far so good," texted Berte.
"Really? Dish!" texted Aanya. She was showing Zach the messages with a smirk.
"It's a different and wonderful feeling. Nothing missing. Yummy orgasms! I feel so cuddly and happy," texted Berte. Zach was happy at this. He knew Ben would be good for her. Jenny always looked so happy, and she was a very authentic woman. He expected that Ben, for his part, was getting some healing.
"Yum!" texted Aanya. They signed off.
Zach and Aanya made love several times before bed, overnight, and in the morning, always vaginally. She missed the roughness and nastiness of having him in her anal passage. Such things were taboo where she grew up. She actually orgasmed more often when he had her vaginally, but still insisted it was better anally. It was another lesson to him of how much sex was a mental game for women. In contrast, in his experience, being a man was almost reflexively simple.
After breakfast in bed followed by more bed, Zach and Aanya turned their phones on. Their phones each had several messages. Charisse was pregnant. There would be a party tonight at 8 PM at Colby's, as was now the tradition. Zach felt guilty for thinking it. Given the timing of the conception, he had a passing concern for the paternity of the child. The Breeding Bitches had been careful about condom use at the gangbang. Even so, condoms were not one hundred percent effective birth control. She'd had twenty-four virile young men while he'd been attending her. She'd probably had several more while he hadn't been present or watching. Twenty four plus men against one were not odds to dismiss, condom or no condom. Ultimately, it was Charisse's decision. Even if the child wasn't his, the students had been reasonably young and smart. It didn't really matter. He would never treat a child who saw him as a father differently just because they weren't biologically his.
He swung by Alexis's place on the way to work and congratulated Charisse. He gave them all a good fucking to ease their day. He felt strong after being with Aanya even though they'd done it so many times. He worked until his lunch hour. He set something up with Beatrice and drove to his apartment to meet her.
Beatrice was on edge and lusty wet for Zach when they met. He pounded the heck out of her for a few hours. He went harder than he had before, but she took it better. She was adjusting to him. When she was moist, limp, and tenderized, he lubed up her anus and rectum and took it. At first he went gingerly, but with increasing force as he saw it was exciting and moving her deeply. He lasted almost an hour in her rectum before ejaculating. She had several deep groaning orgasms during. After he finished, she called it "a whole different experience" from her college years. She called it "our own special thing" since Eric had never shown any interest.
He had extra work to do given his recent long lunches. He stayed later and caught up. He got a call from Ben. "Ben! How are you doing?"
"Wonderful, wonderful," said Ben. "I was calling to ask you. It's the summer break for me right now. No classes to teach. Would you mind if I stayed in town and visited longer with Berte? She and I were talking about it. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it before making definite plans with her."
"I think that would be great," said Zach. "I eavesdropped on her text exchange with Aanya last night. It seems she's smitten with you. But at any rate, Berte is her own person. You don't need my permission for anything, just hers."
"I don't know Zach," said Ben. "I hope you know how Berte talks about you, 'my husband Zach' this and 'my husband Zach' that. She takes the husband and wife bond with you very seriously. It's funny, she talks about you and I talk about Jenny. She asks me a lot about Jenny. I think she's looking for ideas to use in her relationship with you. I keep telling her there's no algorithm. She's unsatisfied with that answer."
"You don't need my permission, Ben," said Zach.
"Sure I do," said Ben. "I understand that her freedom is important to you. You must appreciate that these are particularly difficult social waters. Autistic or not, clear boundaries in these matters are very important. She would never feel comfortable going farther in terms of openness than you've established as a couple. It's good and appropriate for us to communicate so I know the boundaries you've set in terms of openness."
"It's embarrassing to say, but we've never really discussed it," said Zach. "It seems like an obvious thing in retrospect. That is, considering we were looking for whatever you'd call it, experience, good experiences for her."
"You two discussed the one encounter Berte and I had sufficiently. Don't beat yourself up. I'm asking you about something more, thus the call," said Ben. "I would suggest that the two of you should meet and establish something broader. Establish something that would at least encompass the situation we're discussing. I'm happy to facilitate if you want."
"Please stay in town. I'll talk to Berte tonight and work out the details," said Zach. "There's a big NASA party tonight. We'll call you in the morning."
"Incidentally," said Ben. "Berte spoke to me about the arrangements among your crewmates. I had her bump me a dollar, so it's confidential. Zach, you're taking on a lot. I personally can't imagine. Doing the math, is it true?"
"Berte wouldn't lie to you, Ben. What of it?"
"I know how other oriented you are, Zach," said Ben. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
Zach snorted, "No! It would be foolish for me to be sure I'll be okay. I'm pretty sure I'm in less danger than the whole rest of the space flight thing. I can tell you it's not a grind, and I don't think it will ever become one. I'll be fine, Ben."
"I can't imagine," said Ben. "When Berte told me about it, my balls actually hurt."
"Don't psych me out, Ben," Zach chuckled. "I've got three of them coming up pretty soon."
"If you ever need to talk, if you need support, I'm here, Zach," said Ben. "Even after launch and on Mars, I understand the message turnaround to Mars is as little as six minutes and averages twenty-four minutes. Berte is a fascinating woman. She wanted to show me the equations, but I begged off."
"I'll remember," said Zach. "And thanks, Ben." They closed the call.
Zach swung by Alexis's house an hour before the party and made love to the Breeding Bitches. Charisse had lots of fun screaming new things like, "Pound my pregnant pussy!" Zach vetoed "Beat my baby basket!" The four showered together and drove to the party in separate cars, arriving only a bit late.
Berte was free. Zach grabbed her for a conversation. "Would you like to see Ben again?" he asked.
"I need to see Ben again!" said Berte.
"Great! He wants to see you, too," said Zach. "He called to ask me for permission. I said yes. More generally, he thinks we should come up with some rules... uh... like if the thing we're doing is a game, what do we want the rules to be?"
Berte switched to text. "This is too complicated for talking. Regarding our romantic or sexual relationships outside the marriage, it is a game, Zach. All situational phenomena are. That's elementary game theory."
"Yes," said Zach, "what you said. What rules should we have, do you think?"
"I think we should ask for and be granted permission to have contact outside the marriage," texted Berte. "We should each know approximately where the other one is at all times for safety. The requests and grants should be specific in terms of instances, or time frames. I don't think we need to get specific about activities."
"That sounds great to me," said Zach. "We're agreed, yes?"
"Agreed," texted Berte.
"In that case, I have some matters to disclose," said Zach.
"I know you boink all our crewmates, if you're worried about that," texted Berte. "They need and deserve your sperm. That's all fine with me. Permission granted."
"That's not all," said Zach.
"Interesting," texted Berte.
"I had five girlfriends before I got picked for the mission," said Zach. "Two of them broke up with me when I gave them the news. Two of them are seeing me. I didn't want to cut them off cold, you understand. One is busy but maybe wants to get together later."
"Interesting," texted Berte. "It seems you should be grandfathered in, since they predate the mission. But I think you need to tell everybody right away. Full disclosure."
"I will do that," said Zach. "And I have another situation."
"Interesting," texted Berte.
"Do you know what a freebie list is?" asked Zach.
"Yes," said Berte. "Do you have a secret famous girlfriend?"
"No, it's the other way," said Zach. "My neighbor's husband approached me, saying his wife had me on her freebie list. This was recently. And would I be willing to see her."
"You said yes," texted Berte. "Or you wouldn't be telling me. That's nasty, sweetie. Both of you. What does he do? Wait at home until his wife returns with cum soaked panties?"
"I don't know. It probably varies among couples," said Zach. "I wasn't waiting for you to return from Ben with cum soaked panties."
"You have a point," texted Berte. "Since there were no rules previously, I suppose you get a pass, although it seems dishonest, Zach. I'm disturbed. Your wetware let you down if you thought I would think this was amusing or even a neutral thing."
"I didn't think at all," said Zach. "I'm sorry. When I was approached, I should have brought it to the wives. I see that now. I simply wanted to make my neighbors happy. And she's a sweet woman. And yes, I was attracted. It seemed harmless. Anming and Colette have met her. You'd like her."
"They knew?" texted Berte.
"No, not about the fucking. Just about the friendship," said Zach. "Well, Colette suspected the fucking."
Berte sent a group text, "Trigonometry meeting. Master bedroom. Five minutes. Active members only. And Colette, we need you to attend."
Zach felt nervous. Berte was doing exactly the right thing, though. He was proud. Look at her, tackling a difficult social thing.
Anming, Colleen, Aanya, and Colette joined Berte and Zach in the master bedroom. "I'm going to use the screen," Berte said. On the screen, the text appeared, "I brought you here to sort out a social situation. We all know about Zach's activities among the crew. But he has other romantic, physical relationships that he hasn't discussed with us. Maybe this is trivial, but I'm out of my depth and need your help. Zach, please describe your other relationships."
"I had multiple girlfriends before I was picked," said Zach. I told them before the press conference, and most broke up with me. Two remain. I've gone out with Becky for over two years. We've seen each other twice since the press conference. At first, I honestly didn't know whether these women just wanted to talk, have some resolution, or..."
"Get real, Zach. You're you," said Colleen. "Of course they wanted to fuck your brains out, and I'd bet you knew this to a reasonable certainty. What do you want to do about them?"
"Becky wants to keep seeing me until the launch," said Zach. "You have to understand, we were probably going to start a family together. We were all waiting for what our course in life would be. You can understand that."
"Do you feel guilty that you did this?" asked Anming.
"No," answered Zach. "We all have personal lives to wrap up before leaving Earth. If any of you had asked me about it, I would have told you. Note that I haven't asked any of you whether you have existing loose ends, relationship-wise."
"That's because we already would have told you, Zach," said Colleen. That hurt.
"I'm sorry I let you all down. It wasn't my intention. I honestly thought of these as loose ends. But there is something I feel a little bit guilty about," said Zach. "When I was gone last Wednesday and Saturday nights, I was seeing Becky."
"You fucker!!" cried Aanya. "We were worried about you!"
"I told a white lie," explained Zach. "Becky deserved to see me to work things out for herself. I didn't really think it would amount to anything more. Most women are out the door the moment you cease to be a prospect. Most want to politely shut the door, slam it, whatever, say their piece on the way out. I support that."
"What do you intend to do about her?" asked Colleen.
"Well, she wants to see me periodically up until the launch," said Zach. "Now, I'm going to Mars with all of you, not her. If you demand that I dump her, I'll dump her."
"You don't feel the least bit guilty about this, do you?" said Anming.
"I don't," said Zach. "Trigonometry was founded on the semblance of monogamy, not the actuality of it. That was the big lie we all knew. I had the expectation that we were all not asking and not telling. Anyway, I expected this was a brief thing, not a big deal. I only just found out she wanted to keep seeing me until launch."
"The big lie was intended to apply to your other crewmates, not every bimbo you've ever met," said Colleen.
"Hey!" said Berte, pointing to the screen. "That's not all, is it Zach? Tell them about Beatrice."
Anming read the text and turned to Zach, livid, "You whore!" she screamed. Colleen held her, a little confused as to exactly what was going on.
Zach said, "Beatrice is my neighbor. I was on her freebie list. Her husband asked me to do it. I know I should have brought it up with all of you first. I'm sorry."
"Number one wife?" asked Colleen. "What should we do with him?"
Anming turned and fumed at Zach. "At party -- good boy," she growled. "After party -- fuck out of here!" She pointed in the direction of the front door. "We discuss! Call tomorrow ten hundred hours!"
"Yes, ma'am," answered Zach. Anming was exhibiting none of her usual deference or grammatical excellence. She was extremely pissed.
"Hey!" Berte cried. "Look at the screen!"
Berte texted, "To Zach's credit, he raised the subject with me the instant we created a rule that required it. We were establishing the rules of our open relationship. There was no agreement in place before I just now established one. I'm disturbed by some of the things he just told us. However, I acknowledge that he was under no agreed-upon obligation to disclose this information to us."
"We'll continue this later," Anming fumed.
"I admit I'm pissed too," said Colleen. "But also I find it laughably amazing. In the midst of all this, Zach was fucking yet more women on the side." She tittered. "What a fucking amazing slut you are, Zach! The Breeding Bitches don't hold a candle."
"Thank you?" said Zach.
Aanya was upset. Berte was hugging her and whispering to her. They seemed to be working it out between them.
When they all returned to the pregnancy party, Michaela and Charisse were anxious to hand out some gifts. Michaela had new stainless steel and impact resistant ceramic chokers for Trigonometry. They were the same design, replacing plastic with the much more durable ceramic and metal.
Charisse had a gift for Zach. It was a bronze replica of his penis mounted on a graduated wooden base. The bronze plaque on the base said "#1 Fuck Buddy Award." Before Zach could accept it, Berte snatched it. She put a piece of masking tape over the bronze plaque on the base and wrote in magic marker "ZACH IS A GREAT BIG PRICK." There was laughter and applause from most of the women. Those who didn't know better just thought it was a cute prank. Colby had a great big cathartic laugh. She almost pissed herself. Berte placed it proudly on the mantle over the fireplace.
The police came to the door regarding a noise complaint. But it wasn't actually the police. It was four male strippers. They started up a silly looking boom box with some cheesy music on it and started dancing. They were all bodybuilders ranging from an Asian stripper who was 5'11" to the black stripper who was 6'8". There was also a lily white redheaded stripper and a Latino stripper. Their strip show was very provocative.
Zach couldn't keep up with the mayhem they were causing in the room. Within a minute, Alexis was openly deep-throating the dick of the well-hung black stripper. His dick had to be 10" at least and girthier than Zach's. The Latino stripper got frisky with Ayana, chasing her, squealing, around the room. The Asian man was giving Anming a lap dance. They were chatting back and forth amicably in Mandarin. He was saying nasty things to her, because she was blushing and hitting him gently like he had misbehaved. He was trying to get her to spank him. He was waving his hardening dick in her laughing face. Now the white stripper and the Latino stripper had cornered Ayana. They lifted her up into the air and paraded her around the room, groping her at the same time. She was laughing uncontrollably and complaining, "I'm going to piss myself! I'll piss myself!"
These women were having way too much fun with these strippers. Zach continued to watch the fun. The huge black man had been made raging hard by Alexis's exquisite cock sucking. Now he had a hold of Colby, who had been sitting next to Alexis. He had lifted her off her feet and was stroking his giant dick on her panty clad crotch. He was stroking his hard dick back and forth along her slot through her panties. Without warning, he flipped her, and she shrieked. He pulled her panties aside and tongued her vulva and vagina deeply. In the meantime, his raging hard dick was right there. Colby did her level best to swallow as much of it as she could manage, spit drooling. He had to face it: he was extremely envious. It bothered him to see Colby playing with another man under the circumstances.
The Asian stripper had a big towel obscuring Anming and his torso. There was a look of pleasure on his face. He was making encouraging noises of pleasure. It seemed that behind the towel Anming was sucking the man's penis. Zach would not get up to look. Only Michaela, who was sitting between Anming and the wall, could see what was going on behind the towel. She was looking on with interest, so his guess was that Anming was going for it. Well, he had wanted her to sow some wild oats. Plus, this could likely be a result of her being super pissed at him at the moment. Zach knew he deserved it. Or, maybe the guy was just extremely persuasive. He couldn't understand a word they were saying to each other.
The Asian stripper dropped the towel and sprayed squirt after squirt of cum on Anming's face. He continued to ejaculate on her knit top and on her hands. She was laughing and trying to ward off the long and incessant cumshot. A roar of hilarity rose from Anming getting her front thoroughly basted. The Asian stripper then plopped himself down next to Colleen, stretched out in her lap, and started twerking gently. This man was a hardworking stripper.
Colby was nearly having intercourse with the black stripper at this point. He was rolling on a giant condom with her help. It was time for him to clear out. He whispered in Alexis's ear, "Okay if I sleep at your place?"
"Let yourself in and make yourself at home," said Alexis. "We'll be home eventually."
(To be continued)
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60: Wednesday August 5, 2043 0800 hours CST: Cutoff
It was too early to get up. The Breeding Bitches were cuddled up to Zach watching Khushi ride him to multiple orgasms for the umpteenth time. "Nyaaah! Oh I've missed you so much Zachy!" she cried.
"Yeah, ride that dick, sweetmeat!" encouraged Alexis. "Look at those boobs go."
Michaela said, "My phone annoys me. Anming looking for Zach."
"Fuck those evil puritan bitches," Charisse said. "Zach is not their slave. If they're going to kick his ass out of there, they'd damn well better be willing to wait to hear from him. But what am I thinking? Here I come home sore as hell from my party, and Zach pounds my sore smarting pussy all night long. Let's give him back before he kills me. Better them than us."
"Was hardly on you," said Michaela, "You slept while I suffered constant attention, weakling girl."
"Ngaaah!" Khushi interjected.
Alexis weighed in, "I don't see how you girls can be complaining given how much of the night he was destroying my poor cunt."
"RAAAAAH!" cried Zach, and arched hard, lifting Khushi off the bed and filling her with hot semen. He collapsed. "I know what you're up to," he said. "I appreciate you all trying to make me feel better."
"Should we worry?" asked Khushi. "We don't even know what they are angry about."
"Spill the deets, Mr. 'Dock Me Good and Hard'," said Alexis. "Are they bent because every pubescent girl in the world was beating off mercilessly to your photo spread last night?"
"No," sighed Zach. "I lied to them. It was a white lie, well a couple of white lies, and I know it was wrong."
"You were banging other women," concluded Charisse. "I know that guilty look."
"Yes," confirmed Zach. "The lies were to cover that I was still seeing a couple of my old girlfriends from before crew selection."
"Pshhh, that's all?" said Charisse. "They don't own you. You're cooped up with us for the next three years or more. You'd think they'd be grateful you're getting some fresh air beforehand, the stupid frigid cunts."
"I also slept with my neighbor's wife," said Zach.
"Bad," said Michaela.
"Because her husband asked me to," said Zach.
"Better," said Michaela, "I get picture." She switched to a high squeaky voice, "Oh Zachary, fuck my married puuussy!"
"My point stands," said Charisse.
"Was she ugly pig?" asked Michaela.
"She's cute and funny," said Zach. "You'd like her."
"Then what is problem?!" asked Michaela incredulously.
"What are they going to do? Chain you to a stake in the backyard?" asked Alexis.
"I don't know," said Zach.
"If they give you any crap, any crap at all, just come stay with us," said Alexis. Charisse and Michaela also murmured assent. "They'll cool off and see the error of their ways. You'll be able to reason with them if you want to."
"Ah, but I won't be able to stay over here any more if Ayana knows," said Khushi.
"Love will find a way," said Alexis.
At 9 AM precisely, Zach appeared at Colby's house as Anming instructed. They met in the living room. "Berte," said Anming, "Your vote."
"I believe Zach thought he was not obligated to tell us. The lying disturbs me, though," said Berte. "He should suffer some small punishment for that."
"Should we let it go on?" asked Aanya.
"Yes, subject to the open marriage agreement I've established with him," said Berte. "I want to keep seeing Ben. I'm not a hypocrite."
"Who's Ben?" asked Anming.
"Let's stay on topic," said Colleen.
"Let's do that," said Anming. "I wasn't born yesterday. Men cheat as much as they can. A handsome man like Zach will cheat a lot. If you don't like it, girls, don't date handsome men. What boils my blood is that he told us! How humiliating! As if he wanted to tell us we were not good enough! And I was angry. But then I realized I'd just done the same to him. It didn't really count, because it was only a... hmm... a woman. But I'd told him without a thought of whether he'd be humiliated. He responded with love and support. I can't now respond with less, even though this is a much more serious crime than mine."
"Punishment?" prompted Colleen.
"As Berte concluded is fine," said Anming.
"Aanya?" asked Colleen.
"I stand with my sisters," said Aanya.
"For my part, I believe Zach acted irresponsibly," said Colleen. "He must have understood that Anming would be hurt when the truth came out, and the truth always comes out. He failed to manage Anming's expectations. I was aware of his previous girlfriends. I did not ask about them. That's on me. Zach never expressed any curiosity about my possible romantic entanglements either. It checks out that he was merely minding his own business from a strictly logical standpoint. From an emotional standpoint however, he is a criminal who deserves punishment. He should pay for hurting Anming, and to what sounds to me a lesser extent, the rest of us."
Anming asked, "Colette, do you have any comment?"
"No," said Colette.
"Five lashes with a belt," pronounced Anming. "Administered by Colleen."
"And I want to talk to these women," said Colleen.
Zach smiled. He knew Becky would make this whole thing go away. Would he be digging himself in deeper to sic her on them? She wouldn't be there to save his ass if their resentment resurfaced on the Interplanetary Vehicle. Fuck it. Whipping fucking hurt.
"Sure, fine," he said. He called Becky. "Becky, darling."
"They know," said Becky.
"Yes," said Zach.
"Are they willing to listen to reason?" asked Becky.
"They want to talk to you," said Zach.
"This should be good," Becky said.
"That's what I thought," said Zach.
"What's the address?" Becky asked. "I'll be right over." Zach gave it to her.
Zach had a chance to get coffee and breakfast. Becky arrived, ringing the doorbell. She swept into the room and charmed them. She knew their names, their jobs on the crew, and their interests. She did not fawn or act like a fan girl. She was simply interested in what they were interested in. She wanted to understand and be of service to them. And of course, she loved Zach and wanted his baby. Didn't everybody?
To the lashes, she commented, "What is this? The middle ages?" She said it in a way that stung and made all of them regret even considering it. Zach even felt guilty that he'd wanted to do it the first time. She was good, he thought. Becky argued, "The purpose of punishment is to deter. Do you expect him to make this same mistake? Or is this revenge because he hurt your feelings? I think the latter. Are you going to physically punish him every time he disappoints you? Because that's the very definition of an abusive marriage. You are better than this. And you don't know Zach very well. If you did, you'd know that the worst punishment for him is that you are disappointed. Compared to that, you could whip him all day long and he wouldn't give a fuck."
"Excuse me," interjected Zach. "I most certainly would give a fuck."
"I don't want to know how you know that," Becky said.
"What about the contract he signed with you?" argued Colleen. "He obligated himself, seriously obligated himself, without telling us, the women he calls his wives."
Zach said, "We all have business to attend to before leaving Earth, financial and otherwise. I haven't inquired into any of your business. Some of it must clearly obligate us collectively much more than this. This is a contract I can ably discharge myself without any obligation ever attaching to any of you."
"Heh, he said discharge," said Berte. "About a contract for-"
"We get it, Berte," said Colleen.
Becky announced she had a court case to prepare for. She exchanged hugs, well wishes, and contact information with the wives. She headed to the door with her attache case. "Wait," said Anming. "I believe I speak for all the wives. I humbly invite you to share our marriage bed with Zachary as a special guest wife. Naturally, the arrangement would end at launch." There was a chorus of assent.
Becky smiled, "That's very generous. I'll discuss it with Zach." She disappeared as briskly as she'd arrived.
Trigonometry created a social calendar for future dalliances to be disclosed on. Zach's Saturday nights with Becky went on the calendar. He also disclosed that he would meet Beatrice at weekday lunchtimes when she was available.
Berte blocked out every evening and morning for Ben until the trip on the 10th. Anming demanded, "Who is this Ben person??"
Zach felt a stab in his heart. "I'm going to miss you," he said to Berte.
"My drake Ben cries when he's approaching orgasm," said Berte simply, as if that described him entirely. How would she describe Zach, he wondered?
"He's an old friend of mine, a widower," Zach said. "He was in town for a conference. I met him for coffee to catch up, and Berte tagged along. Berte snagged him because she wanted him. He is the sweetest guy you'll ever meet."
"Sounds like a match for Berte," said Colleen.
"The Breeding Bitches made me promise to sample other men," said Berte, pointing to her crotch. "He doesn't cry because of me. It's because Jenny is dead."
"So, newly widowed then," said Colleen.
"Six months," said Zach.
Becky, Beatrice, Emma, and Ben began the list of approved partners. Colleen reiterated that any additional extramarital sexual partners had to be approved by the group.
Anming spoke up. "I... hmm... may need approval." Defensively, she added. "I spoke to our husband about it the next day. It was not as bad as what he did."
"What's not as bad?" asked Colleen.
"I met... hmm... someone," said Anming. "We've been... hmm... corresponding."
"The Hightone Club incident?" asked Colleen.
"Yes," said Anming blushing.
"Name?" asked Colleen.
"Caine," said Anming.
"Okay, Caine is added to the list," said Colleen. She could tell Anming was mortified and appreciated her honesty, so she wasn't going to pry further.
"Probably nothing," Anming insisted. "I wanted to be honest."
The meeting dissolved. Most were on their way to work. Colette pulled Zach aside. "I'm negative again this morning."
"Well, darn," said Zach.
"I'd better do a homeless guy," said Colette.
"How do you figure that?" asked Zach.
"I know X. If I don't do one, the next challenge will be only homeless guys," she said. "My period or a positive pregnancy test is coming soon. I'm running out of opportunities."
"How can I help?" asked Zach.
"Do you know any medical people who serve the local homeless?" asked Colette. "They would probably be able to assist me in locating a sanguine and convenient companion for today."
"Ayana has a good friend, a doctor, who works at a free clinic here in the city," said Zach. He called Ayana.
"Really, Zach, really?" said Ayana when she heard the request. "Ew. Just ew."
"Again, not me," Zach emphasized. "This is X. And this is what she needs, Ayana. She helped you at your inseminations. You owe her. She gets off on obeying her husband. The more difficult the challenge, the more she likes it, is the way I try to understand it. Now will you help?"
Ayana sighed. "This will require some tact. Have her come over. We'll go talk to Kate together in person."
Zach was showered and immaculately dressed in a suit when he greeted Anming at Mercutio's at precisely 7:30 PM. He had flowers. He wanted to reassure her that he cared deeply for her every way he could. He wanted matters to be smoothed over between them. If she left him like Colby had, he'd never forgive himself. As he sat down, she beat him at the contriteness game. "My husband, please forgive me doubting your love for an instant. I am my husband's favored pet. I am beautiful beyond imagining. Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all men. Hmm... I'm sorry, my husband. I can stand and disrobe here and now if you wish." She was wearing an ankle length white chiffon dress. It was sleeveless with a plunging neck and back.
"No. I assure you I would enjoy it and get hard for you immediately. But I also enjoy your beautiful choice of clothes and how beautiful you look in them. Is this a new dress?"
"Yes, my husband," Anming said, making firm eye contact. "To continue, I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. Only one man owns my exquisite self. Zachary owns my exquisite body. Zachary owns all my pleasurable holes and... hmm..." The waitress had come up behind her unexpectedly and overheard the last part. The waitress was young, and looked back and forth between them as if she suspected human trafficking.
"Young lady, what you heard was out of context," said Zach. "Darling, would you please recite it from the top?" Anming did so.
After Anming recited the entire declaration, the waitress said, "I get it. It's about a positive self image, and... commitment."
"Yes," said Zach, "And consent. She retains the power to choose it all. She's not a slave."
"Thank you, I am now slightly less creeped out than I was before," said the waitress. Her name was Charlie, short for Charlotte. "I'm here to take your order."
"I would be surprised if what's perfect for her appealed at all to you," said Zach. "Such a pledge is not for everyone."
"Yeah, I get it," said the waitress. "Look, I'm just here to explain the menu to you and tell the cooks what to make."
"Of course you are," said Zach. "I'm sorry if I upset you."
What followed was a very pleasurable meal where Anming and Zach discussed a wide range of topics. They planned to start meditating together. They talked about living arrangements she wanted to create on Mars. They talked about baby names. He was surprised how adamant she was that he alone should select the baby's first name. She would select the middle name. He was easygoing. He could generally roll with whatever she felt strongly about. He said, "You're considering seeing Caine, the woman from the bathroom?"
"I'm saying 'no' to her," Anming clarified. "She's just so forceful! Too forceful. I've told her I'm happily heterosexual and married to a heterosexual man. I've told her repeatedly I like only men. I've told her I'm not a deviant like she is-"
"Ow, honey, that's pretty rude," said Zach.
"She is rude, continuing to bother me," Anming complained.
"Why don't you just block her?" asked Zach.
Anming stepped right over Zach's suggestion and complained, "She keeps saying disgusting things to me and sending me... hmm... photographs and videos."
Zach perked up at this and said, "I should take a look to make sure they're not... abusive."
Anming unlocked her phone for Zach. "Indulge yourself. I'm going to freshen up." She left, muttering under her breath in Mandarin. It was something disparaging, he'd wager. He wished Berte was here to interpret.
He scrolled hastily by, trying not to look at graphic images and hardcore video thumbnails of Caine's nude body. He went all the way back to the beginning of the thread.
Caine texted, "Are you all right sweet one? You hit your head pretty hard last night while I was finger fucking you."
Anming texted, "Don't be coarse. No bruises, thankfully. Heaven knows what would happen if my husband found out."
Caine: "Is he violent?"
Anming: "Heaven's no. He's a prominent physician. But it could cause friction. We are trying to conceive. I don't want to dissuade him."
Caine: "Would you meet me?"
Anming: "No."
Caine: "At a coffee shop. Just to talk."
Anming: "No."
The next day, Caine had written, "I dreamed about you all night."
Anming: "Lucky you."
Caine: "I researched you online. You're famous."
Anming: "Please keep a secret."
Caine: "I will. You're leaving for good in 20 weeks."
Anming: "Goodbye."
Late that night, Anming texted, "Sometimes it's difficult to do the right thing."
Caine: "Hello again! Tell me what's on your mind, babe."
Anming: "I miss my husband painfully tonight. I can't sleep."
Caine: "Is he away?"
Anming: "No. He takes me everywhere."
Caine: "I don't get it. Oh, I get it. That's why you were my bitch the other night. You were aching for it, weren't you?"
Anming: "No. Yes."
What followed this exchange was a scorching video chat. Anming's phone was set to capture and store these automatically. No doubt it came in handy for capturing very abstract conversations with colleagues. He scrolled to the end of it. Near the end, it seemed they were both getting close. They came together, all right. Spectacularly.
More video chats followed from the red bedroom. Practically every night. Caine was usually on the rooftop of her building. Her actual place was either a loud party or people everywhere sleeping it off with no privacy. Once she did it in the bathroom with a candle going. The rooftop was her usual go-to place to get off with Anming, though.
Between video chats were episodes of begging. "Please see me at least for coffee. I can't sleep tonight unless I touch you. Soon you'll fly away and I'll never touch your lips again." Or more forcefully, "Are you just a childish tease? Are you going to let me give you what you want? Remember, you came on to me this time. Stop fighting what you want."
When Anming returned to the table, Zach was sweating and rock hard. He handed the phone back to her. "She's unreasonable," Anming complained.
"It's obvious you want to," said Zach.
"I'm not attracted to women," Anming insisted.
"Her tits and bits are those of a woman, but she doesn't come off as one," said Zach. "It's hard for me to judge, because I'm a man. I think if I were a woman, I'd be attracted to her. She's a fascinating creature. Case in point, I'm not attracted to her. Mostly. When she's displaying her goods, yes-"
"You looked at those?" said Anming.
"I'm sorry. You gave me your phone," said Zach. "Anyway, shouldn't I know who my wife is banging over the phone?"
"You're a disgusting creature," said Anming.
Zach sighed, "Anyhoo, I find Caine's body enticing when she's showing skin. She generally looks like a woman then. But I swear, she jerks off just like a guy. Not that I've seen... much of that... but it's a turnoff. She grimaces and kind of strums her vulva like a guitar. When she climaxes, she tenses, grunts, and juts out her hips like she's ejaculating. Other than just a few moments of curiosity, I switched the screen in screen to your side. And you were giving it all up, baby. It was a whole different side of you." It was true. Anming was whipped into a frenzy during her video chats with Caine. In the chats, her modest demeanor fell. She had brazenly bared and spread her leaking wet vagina for Caine. She had pleasured and driven herself to whimpering orgasm again and again for Caine's enjoyment.
Anming slapped him on the shoulder for peeking at her video chats. "You're coarse and despicable," she said sheepishly.
"I think you want to make a date with her," said Zach.
"For the final time, I'm not a lesbian slut," said Anming. It occurred to Zach that homosexuality was still considered taboo in much of Asia and especially China. This was partly a cultural thing.
"I want you to be happy," said Zach. Anming didn't speak this time, she just hit him on the shoulder. It was a punch, and harder.
"Think of the ideas you could have if you actually just do what fulfills you," said Zach.
Anming looked at Zach for a moment as if she was trying to think of something really cutting to say. The next moment, tears spilled from her eyes. She seemed surprised at this. She buried her face in his chest. He held her gently as she cried.
She sat up with a determined look on her tear-stained face, poised over her phone. She turned away and held out her phone to him. "I can't. I've told her no ten thousand times. I'm such a fool."
Zach took the phone from her. "Here, I'll get you started."
Anming struggled for the phone, but Zach removed it from her reach. "What are you doing?"
"Never fear," said Zach. He wrote, "Hightone Club. Tomorrow night (Thu). 8 PM. Meet at the bar. Don't be late." And... send.
Caine's activity marker immediately came on, and a minute later, "Finally, she opens her legs again IRL. I'll have you all night, so make any excuses you need to. Or you'll have to make them after the fact. Get ready."
"Would it be too much to ask whether your husband can watch?" asked Zach.
"Fuck you!" Anming grabbed her phone back and punched him in the shoulder. Her face softened. "My husband." She hugged him. She always said that like she was saying, "I love you."
"What was it you said?" said Zach, rubbing his shoulder. "Ah yes, 'Sometimes it's difficult to do the right thing'."
They talked and laughed, paid for dinner, then drove and checked out the Hightone Club. They let Zach in because Anming insisted they were married. Caine was not around. They checked out the bar. They picked out exactly where she would stand. "You can't wear that," said Zach, referring to her white chiffon number. "What about this?" He showed her a different dress on a shopping site on his phone. It looked like a cross between modern art and the dark arts. It was sleek and ankle length, with wide vertical gray and ultrablack stripes that followed the contours of the dress. It would match her choker. With some ultrablack flats. For delivery to Colby's house by tomorrow noon. Extra charge for express shipping. "Wear something surprising underneath, like pink panties."
"Yes, my husband," said Anming, smiling gently.
"You're not going to wear any panties, are you?" Zach said. Anming smiled ever so slightly wider and turned away.
When Zach and Anming got home, it was nearly time for bed. Berte was spending the night with Ben. Anming, Colleen, Aanya, and Colette arranged themselves in a row to each get their five minutes of oral sex. Aanya had put herself between Colleen and Colette. Aanya was the insemination queen tonight and should be first in line and start the evening next to him. He would fix that.
Zach grabbed Aanya by her hair with one hand and the rest of her body with the other. He moved her roughly to the front of the line and put her on all fours. He pulled her head back sharply with a handful of hair. This forced her back to flex downwards and her ass to rotate and present its holes. She was wet and ready, thinking about this moment. He wet his cock head on her vulva then stabbed his penis into her vagina. Aanya wailed, "No you rape me you fuck-fucker!" This was their usual game of mock-rape. She was not yet tented, so he bottomed out on her cervix several times. Each time he did, she made a sound like being punched in the stomach.
Zach spanked her hard across the ass and shouted, "Open to me, bitch!" Aanya moaned and shuddered as her vagina pulsed in orgasm and tented with excitement. He slammed in all the way then, stretching her mercilessly. "Good cunt!" he moaned.
"No-AAAAAH!" Aanya howled.
"You want your rape?!" Zach cried.
"No!" Aanya cried.
"You know how to make it stop!" growled Zach.
Aanya moaned and said, "Please!"
"Please what?!"
"Please, daddy!"
"PLEASE DADDY WHAT?"
"PLEASE DADDY SPUNK IN MY DIRTY CUNT! AAAAAAAH!"
"RAAAH!" Zach howled, pouring his semen into Aanya as she spasmed around him, sucking it deeper.
Once he was spent, he pulled her arms out from under her, slamming her head and shoulders onto the bed. Her torso and legs formed a triangle. He pulled out his cock. Her cunt made a queefing noise as it tried to close on the river of semen. "Keep your ass in the air, cunt, so my sperm can work in you. When will the rapes end?"
"When a baby grows in my dirty womb, sir."
"You look forward to that glorious day?" Zach asked.
"Yes, sir."
"That's right," said Zach. He turned to Anming, who was being held tightly by Colleen. "Are you all right?"
Anming was breathing hard and shaking a little in Colleen's arms. Tears streaked down her face. She said, "My husband, I know this is Aanya's week. It is our whole family's duty to breed Aanya as successfully as possible. I know this is Aanya's favorite way. I can see she received great satisfaction from this. I know you do this playacting only to please her. But forgive me, my husband, it's still a hardship for me to witness it."
"Was it tolerable to watch it this time?" Zach asked.
"If not, I would have left, my husband," said Anming, now feeling surer. "I have feet. And I have a safe word, if you please, my husband. It is 'red'."
"Yes, that's right Anming," said Zach. "If you feel abused at any time, just say 'red', and I'll stop what I'm doing with you. Choice is everything."
"This brings me great comfort, my husband," Anming said. "When you were... hmm... playing with Aanya, Colleen whispered it into my ear. She reminded me that Aanya was choosing this way in the arms of her lover, her husband, my husband." She smiled then, and another tear spilled out of her eye. Watching had been very hard on her, but she seemed stronger for it.
The next morning at breakfast, Colette announced that she'd gotten her period overnight. There was a group hug. "Honestly, it's a relief," she insisted. She wouldn't have to fuck another stranger today, thought Zach. She was philosophical and said, "Next cycle."
Zach met Colleen for dinner at Mercutio's at 7:30. She was wearing a dark green frock. "Look, I'm wearing thongs," she said. She turned away from him in the bench seat and lifted the back of her dress. Sure enough, there was her tattoo. He spanked it. "Ow!" she said. "I am not Aanya."
"Roger that," said Zach. "Do we need to check in about anything?"
"No, I pretty much know what's going on," said Colleen.
"So what is happening with Colby?" Zach asked.
"She's going with you and the other three wives on the retreat," said Colleen.
"What about Colette?" asked Zach.
"Wives only," said Colleen.
"So Colby's a wife again?" asked Zach.
"I don't know," said Colleen. "She says she'll keep the one-on-one times you two previously agreed on."
"That's all you have for me?" asked Zach.
"She'll be there meeting with you, won't she?" said Colleen. "That's not nothing."
"Affirmative," said Zach.
"Don't fuck up," said Colleen.
"Look, I'm just going to be myself, starting with a clean slate with her. If she doesn't want that, it's not going to work in the long term anyway," said Zach.
Later on, Colleen needed to visit the restroom. She came back and said, "I just got my period."
They embraced. "That means we can try more," Zach said.
"We could have already tried more," Colleen said sadly.
After dinner, they went out to see a movie together. It was fun to cuddle together in the dark with Colleen like any normal boyfriend and girlfriend. The movie served its most important purpose. It took Colleen's mind off her setback in getting a baby started.
Zach and Colleen arrived home at Colby's house at bedtime. Aanya and Colette were there to meet them. Berte was with Ben. Anming was not expected back tonight from her date with Caine. Surprisingly, Colby was there. Zach ventured a hug, and Colby accepted it. "I do miss you, Zach," she said.
Zach blurted passionately, "I miss you so much-"
"Don't start with me," said Colby, as if he were insulting her. "I'll be sleeping in the green bedroom for the time being, if you all don't mind."
In Anming's absence, Colleen spoke for all of Trigonometry. "It's good to have you here."
"Well, goodnight then," Colby sighed. She turned quickly, strode to the green bedroom, and shut the door.
Aanya went to the master bedroom, followed by Colleen, Colette, and Zach. Once the door was shut, Colleen expertly caught Aanya in a choke hold. Getting the cue, Zach ripped Aanya's panties off of her and pounded her juicy anticipating cunt. Standing and fucking her, they held her off the ground. Colleen held Aanya by the neck. Zach held her by the hips. Colette spanked Aanya periodically to hold off her orgasms and make them stronger. Aanya's legs flopped as she hovered near unconsciousness. As Zach sped up near the end, Colleen allowed Aanya to finally suck in some air. Aanya howled out an all-body thrashing orgasm. She passed out as Zach ejaculated hard and deep onto the back of her fully stretched vaginal cavity.
Aanya's orgasmic screams, moans, and howls seemed to shake the house all night. They would stop for a while when they were choking her or when Colleen or Colette was riding her face. But then they would start right up again a few minutes later. Finally, Colby, sleepless, got up and found some ear plugs. She hated earplugs. She went back to sleep.
They all got bad news on their phones the next morning. Both Ayana and Alexis had gotten their periods. Zach called to console Ayana. They were getting along better now. He hoped his call wasn't too vivid a reminder that she'd have to undergo another breeding week. Neither of them mentioned it.
Zach consoled Alexis as he lay with the Breeding Bitches in their before-work fucking session. She was sadder than he expected. He asked what would cheer her up. She said she would think about it.
At lunchtime, he called Emma for a tryst. The next yoga class wasn't until 3 PM. He came to her studio, and she locked the doors. They made love on the mats for a couple of hours. Easy cleanup. They showered together, promised they should do it again, and he headed back to work.
After work, once Charisse and Michaela were serviced, Alexis had a surprise for him. She rolled her massive, customized Harley-Davidson motorcycle out of her garage. It was an old gas-powered frame, but it had been electrified, of course. There were no gas stations around anymore like there had been when they were young. With a massive whooshing sound like an onrushing storm, a seemingly endless crowd of motorcycles came around the corner. Zach recognized Alexis's mother and father in the group.
"Sit behind me," Alexis ordered. Zach sat and put on the helmet she pushed into his hands. He hung on for dear life as she whipped expertly into the crowd. They rushed off like the wind together. Zach felt the wind ripping at his clothes. He heard the sound of the wind. He heard the higher-pitched zing of a thousand motorcycle tires around them gripping the asphalt. They rode into the sunset.
Alexis's mom and dad pulled up beside them, smiling. Her mom screeched over the wind, "You'll trade for your bitch?"
Alexis reached back and slapped his ass. "Hey, bitch," she shouted to him, "What's your safe word?"
"The word 'red' is fine," said Zach. He was so tired of dominating. It was well past time for him to be used. This would be great.
"Yes!" Alexis shouted back to her mother.
"How much, little monster?"
"A bottle of Jack apiece will do, ma."
The horde of whispering choppers exited the freeway and descended on a nearby liquor emporium. It looked like the assembled bikers were cleaning any whiskey of any brand off the shelves in there. Zach swallowed hard. "Looks like they all enjoyed your swimsuit article," Alexis smiled.
"No men, I hope?" asked Zach.
"You don't like that, do you?" asked Alexis.
"Red, Alexis."
"Don't worry. That's what I told them," said Alexis. "See, it's the girls with the bottles." Sure enough, it was the women who were buying, laughing, and clinking the bottles together. It appeared that Alexis had shared news of his prolific nature.
Zach called Anming. "Um... I don't think I'm going to be making it home tonight," he said.
"What now?" said Anming.
"I'm on a motorcycle on my way to a party with Alexis," said Zach. "She needs some cheering up. Tell Aanya I'll catch her during the day tomorrow."
"On a motorcycle?" said Anming. Then she said sternly, "If you die, I'll kill you."
"I'll hold you to that promise," Zach replied.
"Well, be safe," said Anming. They hung up. He would have liked to ask her about last night with Caine, but there was no time. They were almost underway again.
One particular young girl coming out of the liquor store riveted Zach's attention. She was rail skinny and had delicate features, with long black hair. It was hard to imagine she was of age, but he knew she must be. It was a federal law that only adults could drive or ride as passengers on bikes like these. She was certainly tall enough. Her little tits were practically non-existent through her skimpy top. He was excited that she was gripping a bottle of whiskey and eyeing him. He would thoroughly enjoy being sold to that one. "Who's that one?" he asked.
"You like?" asked Alexis.
"Yes," Zach breathed.
The bikes all zinged to life together. They continued out into the desert and the night. They drove until they reached a large camp by the side of the road. There were tents and bonfires.
Alexis's mother and some of the other more senior women stripped Zach. They put him on a stiff mattress, a mat really, right out on the ground. Alexis was being similarly prepared on another mattress nearby. They were both near the main bonfire of the camp. The women tied his wrists to stakes and pounded the stakes into the ground. "Is this really necessary?" he asked.
"It gives you something to hold onto for dear life," snickered Alexis's mom. "Plus, it's traditional."
The women lined up for Zach much like the men did for Alexis. The women rode him cowgirl and occasionally reverse cowgirl. Each woman got five minutes at least. Alexis's mom and the other lady were lenient about this, especially if the woman was close. There was a big bottle of lube next to him. Many of the younger or smaller woman partook of this and slathered it on him before daring to climb on. The first woman who rode him burst into tears when he ejaculated into her at the end of her ride. She was a real fan. She kissed him and thanked him. They finally had to shoo her away so the next woman could start.
Zach got through the next two women fine before ejaculating into the third. "Try to hold on longer," suggested Alexis's mom. "They will cum quicker if you're all wiggly and excited." He got through six women the next time. He ejaculated into the seventh and got a bit soft afterwards. Alexis's mom slid her throat down onto his member with a knowing look. It was so wrong and so hot all at the same time. Within a few strokes, she made him stiff as a flagpole again. Alexis must have discussed this with her mother. Alexis could read him like a pervert encyclopedia.
Women of all shapes, sizes, and ages came to ride him. A woman who must have been eighty used lube and only slid three or four inches down onto him. She used a small vibrator and came hard twice in her five minute ride. All the women orgasmed at least once. About half used vibrators along with. Some started with a vibe, stopped using it, and climaxed with a look of amazement. Zach felt proud those times. Women with very tight vaginas forced themselves juicily onto him. Women with very loose vaginas climbed on and gently stroked him and stretched themselves to rapturous orgasms. A pregnant woman overdue to give birth got labor pains riding him and thanked him profusely.
Zach's most memorable rides were Alexis's mom and the young woman he'd spotted at the liquor store. Alexis's mom, whose name was Sarah, waited until he was only a few women away from ejaculating again. She butted in and climbed onto him, smiling broadly. She was dripping wet from watching him with all the women who had gone before her. She was surprisingly tight for a woman of her age and weight. She came almost continuously and had to stop a few times to shudder juicily. He was always a sucker for women who loved the hell out of him and his dick. And plus, it was Alexis's mother, which made him vibrate with an erotic je ne sais quoi. He had a nice dollop of semen for her pulsing snatch at the end of her ride. Afterwards, she cleaned him and sucked him to start him off again. It was just as much of a turn-on as the first time she'd done it.
The young woman from the liquor store was an intriguing case. Her name was Kessy. She clunked down her bottle, stroked some lube onto Zach, and slid her panties to the side. She looked nervously down at his cock. She slid her tight and obviously clean and prepared rectum all the way down onto him. She stroked up and down and gyrated her hips enticingly. While doing this, she watched him evenly, touched herself under her skirt, and tweaked her nipples through her crop top.
Zach had been waiting all evening for her. His next orgasm built in him quickly. He gritted his teeth, watching her, waiting for her to orgasm. She worked on and on, getting more and more excited. She gasped and stopped. He groaned loud and long and began ejaculating into her rectum. As he did this, Kessy pulled a modest penis out of her panties. With a whimper, she ejaculated a healthy squirt onto his belly and chest.
Zach was a bit surprised at that ending part. He didn't get the creeps, though. There was nothing about Kessy's demeanor to suggest a man or even a boy. Even the way she ended was so very feminine. Blushing and whimpering, she showed and gave up to him the most secret part of herself, holding nothing back. They smiled together then, and she bent down to kiss him, all girl. He'd never been with a pre-operative trans woman before.
Afterwards, Zach and Alexis were cuddled up together against the cold desert air, resting towards sleep. They had donated all the whiskey they'd earned back to the club. All but one bottle, that is. Zach picked Kessy's bottle for them to take to Mars. Zach told Alexis about his experience with Kessy. Alexis said of Kessy, "I knew she wanted to, but I wasn't going to let her. But it was serendipity. You specifically asked for her. So, I let her."
"I'm glad you did. The experience was only a little disturbing and mostly interesting," said Zach. "Now I understand better what Anming is going through with Caine."
"Who's Caine?" asked Alexis.
The next day, Saturday August 8, was conception cutoff. Zach had recovered somewhat by the afternoon, enough to give Aanya another dose of mock-rape. The Breeding Bitches helped by gleefully holding her down and spread for him. That was Aanya's now-or-never shot. The rest of his non-pregnant crewmates would surely do time in Zach's improvised water bubble.
Zach met Becky at Mercutio's at 8 PM. "I want to warn you, I'm moving a little slowly tonight."
"Why am I not surprised?" said Becky. "You never told me you have five wives now, Zach."
"It's the Air Force," said Zach. "Don't ask, don't tell." Then he told her about his adventures the previous evening.
"That was irresponsible, Zach. You could have gotten a disease. And it was a violation of your brand new open marriage agreement."
"I tested myself today, and I'm fine," said Zach.
"That's beside the point," argued Becky.
"Okay I admit it," said Zach. "I was ecstatic when I learned the women of Alexis's motorcycle club intended to gangbang me. I wanted to cut loose. I wanted to be completely irresponsible for a single night. I'm starting to feel the weight of the mission. The weight of being a father to all those children at the end of the mission. As much as I want to be a father, I'm missing my freedom already."
"Since you did nothing illegal, your story is protected by attorney client privilege," said Becky. "But cut it out, Zach. Don't fray the nerves and hearts of the women who love you by doing self-destructive bullshit like this. You can have plenty of wild fun before leaving Earth without breaking the rules you yourself have set. The fact is, you needed to piss on your rule. You needed to act out. Cut it out. This is not who you want to be. This is not the life you want to build."
After that, they talked about Becky joining the wives in Zach's bed. She liked the women, but felt too embarrassed to try it. She was pissed when he told her about the retreat to Colorado during most of her fertile week. He assured her they had plenty of time to get the job done.
(To be continued)
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61: Monday August 10, 2043 0152 hours MST: Getaway
At half past midnight, Trigonometry arrived at Colby's place high in the Colorado Rockies. Colleen had needed to stay in Houston to run things, but everybody else was there, including Colby. Berte had parted with Ben for the time being. Ben had flown back to Portland. Aanya's fertile week was done, but she was seemingly hornier than ever. They'd taken a commercial flight amid much press fanfare. Reporters were right there on the flight with them. Even so, Aanya had pushed Zach into the tiny restroom to join the mile high club. The stewardess had asked indignantly what they had been doing in there. Zach had answered shakily, "Just some PR for the mission."
Zach had not seen Anming since her overnight with Caine. She changed the subject away from it during the trip from Houston. There were hickeys livid and visible on her neck underneath her ultrablack choker. Aanya warned him there were bruises and other marks on the rest of her as well. She didn't want him to get upset at bedtime. Other than insisting she was fine, nobody knew anything else about her adventure.
Colette, not being an official wife, was not there. Anming, who had taken over arrangements from Colby, had insisted on this. Instead, by agreement with X, she had been left in Alexis's capable hands.
Although Colby had called it a cabin, it was more like an estate. Right beside the lake was a two story geodesic glass structure she insisted was the actual cabin. Glass doors folded back, and they drove right into the underground garage. She had called ahead to the home system. The cabin was already warm.
"Let's see it!" Berte giggled. Colby opened double doors in the garage to reveal a fusion bottle. Berte pored over the status monitors.
"Very impressive," said Zach. "Not everybody has a nuke in their basement." Also in the garage loomed a giant military-looking vehicle with a snowplow on the front. An elegant black SUV was parked in the other corner next to a gunmetal gray handmade European sports car. "You really are a supervillain, aren't you?"
"Enough with the supervillain theory," Colby said. "I just like nice things."
It was well past bedtime, so Colby showed them to the master bedroom. It was spectacular. One wall of the bedroom was the sloped glass geodesic dome with an expansive view of the lake. The king size bed tucked in one corner looked massive and comfortable. A central fireplace was surrounded by cushy rugs for intimate moments. A large bubbling sunken Jacuzzi was over by the dome wall for a great view. There was an intricately hand-tiled master bathroom with a giant tub and shower. Colby herself retired to one of the guest bedrooms on the ground floor.
Zach checked his text messages before bed. Alexis sent him a message that Sylvia, the overdue pregnant woman from the desert, had her baby. Sylvia thanked him again for what turned out to be starting her labor. Also, Alexis said her mom said hi. Her mom told Alexis in confidence that he had been the fuck of a lifetime. She added, though, that her mom was just as much of a pervert as he was. Her mom had been trying to get her boyfriends into the sack for years and had only succeeded twice.
Zach got a fuming text message from Becky. She was frustrated that it was her fertile week and he was out of town. He wrote back to her in a text she would receive in the morning. He argued the trip had been long-planned. He said it was critical. He was having relationship problems with a wife she hadn't met. This might be his only chance to mend things. All true.
Zach got hopeful sexts from Beatrice. She said she and Eric had taken some nude shots of her to entice him. There was one of her smiling in white lingerie, bra, panties, garter, stockings, and heels. There was a sequence of her in stages of undress showing off her sexy bits. The final shot was of her in heels and nothing else. Her eyes were shut, two fingers in her splashing cunny, obviously in the throes of orgasm. Very hot! There was a long text about how she was longing to feel his vigorous lovemaking at Monday lunchtime. He had to disappoint her and say he was gone in Colorado all week. He promised to wear her out the next week. Perhaps Monday, Wednesday, and Friday only so there would be something left for Eric on the weekends?
Zach proposed this because he'd gotten a text from Emma. She asked whether they could get together on a regular basis. He explained he was traveling that week. He proposed Tuesday and Thursday lunchtimes starting the next week.
Zach was glad of Aanya's warning, for Anming's naked body at bedtime did disturb him. Anming had several minor cuts, scrapes, bruises, and hickeys, including hickeys on her breasts. She had never had the tiniest tattoo. Now she had a great big tramp stamp on her lower back that read "Thanks for sharing, buddy!" He knew it was temporary, since it didn't have the angry red tinge of an actual brand new tattoo. It was quite realistic and convincing, though. He wondered how long he'd have to look at it while fucking her from behind. She had a much smaller temporary tattoo on her pudenda with an arrow pointing towards her vulva. It read, "Word of advice: Put it in the front one to get a baby." Evidently Caine had noticed Anming's slightly disfigured anus and assumed it was from constant anal fucking. But one thing was the most distressing of all by far. To make way for the temporary tattoo in front, Caine had shaved Anming bare.
After making his cunnilingual rounds, a bit teary but still gratefully, Zach took Anming. She whimpered cozily under him through several orgasms. Aanya and Berte were cuddled to them on either side. Luckily, there was a big pile of fluffy hand towels on the bedside. He had a big load for Anming that easily overflowed her and kept excitedly pumping out of him. His body, at least, wanted to reclaim her for his own.
Zach was always horny in new places. Overnight became like a game of hot potato for the three ladies. Mostly, Aanya "lost" with a happy gurgle and got delightedly choked and spunked.
Berte did open her legs once. After Zach finished, she asked him to stay in and hold her and kiss her, and he did. She told him if there was anything to talk or cry about, this would be a good time. He said he loved her and was enjoying her lovemaking choices. He told her he was sad about the situation with Colby, but feeling optimistic. He said he was upset that Anming was shaved bare. Berte pointed out that now hers was fully grown again. By then, he'd gotten excited about remaining inside her and went again in her.
Berte confessed to Zach that she sorely missed Ben. She said she had greatly missed Zach's "more frisky" lovemaking, but... But she now desperately missed all of Ben's cuddling. In contrast, because of his frisky nature, Zach's cuddles were fleeting. It seemed he was always horny to get inside her again. This time, they fell asleep cuddled together, him still inside her but softening, with a towel underneath.
Everybody got up late. Colby and Aanya cooked them all a big breakfast in the open kitchen. Zach, Berte, and Anming looked on and chatted. Zach said after breakfast that he felt like it was time for another nap. Colby put another mug of coffee in his hand and towed him away. It was time for their first scheduled one-on-one meeting.
Colby took him out to the middle of the lake in a motorboat and shut off the engine. They floated. She said, "I've always dreamed of bringing you out here."
"Since we speculated about coming here together?" asked Zach.
"No, before then," said Colby. "Remember the first time you brought me a square of chocolate?"
"I absolutely remember that," said Zach.
"After that," said Colby.
"We'd barely met," said Zach.
"Look who's talking," said Colby. "I idly complained that I could never eat my favorite chocolate because the bars are too big. You went and bought a rare candy bar just to break off one square of it to give to me."
"Well, you were my next door neighbor on base, and you looked like you needed chocolate," said Zach. "I didn't want you to blow anything up in there and take out the environs." They both chuckled.
"I investigated you online," said Colby.
"I'm flattered I rated," said Zach.
"As the chocolate piled up, so did my search history on you," said Colby.
"I still have half a box of bars," said Zach.
"Half a BOX?" said Colby.
"Yes, after I had searched all over Houston for the first two, I ordered a box online," said Zach.
"Things were so simple then," said Colby.
"And perfect," said Zach.
"Why did the squares stop?" asked Colby.
"You started hiding," said Zach.
"After I got my period," said Colby.
"Our relationship had evolved," said Zach.
"Things got complicated quickly," said Colby. "I'm sorry I called you immature, Zach."
"I probably am," said Zach. "I try to be less mercurial, but it seems there's all this chaos swirling around me all the time. A lot of expectations. A lot of people I don't want to let down. If you ask me to treat a patient, I can do that. Other than that, I'm just a guy trying to do the right thing. I'm trying to be worthy of the hope being placed in me. It's above my pay grade."
"From the moment I conceived, my emotions have been raw," said Colby. "I didn't understand it for several days, it being so subjective. I feel that in our recent interactions, you unfairly caught some of that."
"Are you trying to apologize?" asked Zach.
"At the same time, I said some things I can't take back," said Colby.
"Sure you can," said Zach.
"Let me rephrase that. I said some things I won't take back because I still believe them," said Colby.
"Now we're getting somewhere. Like what?" asked Zach.
"Like that you don't really care about me much, you just want a convenient fuck," said Colby.
"How can you say that?" said Zach. "You said 'let's love each other', and I said 'I'm in'. You said 'let's raise a child together on Mars', and I said 'can't wait'. You said 'I'm living with you now', and I said 'welcome'. What part of that suggests fucktoy to you?"
"The part where all we ever did was fuck!" yelled Colby.
"We were trying to get you pregnant!" shouted Zach.
"Before that!" yelled Colby.
"There was no 'before that'," said Zach. "We've only been together a month and a few days, Colby. And I've been busy! If you don't mind. Trying to get everyone else pregnant, too!"
"Calm down," said Colby. Zach chuckled at this.
"You're making some sense," said Colby. "But what I don't understand is how it went from feeling ecstatic that you were the perfect one for me forever to feeling so empty inside."
"Don't underestimate the mood-altering power of hormone changes," said Zach.
"It's more than that, I'm sure of it," said Colby.
Something from some psychology course in the distant past was coming back to Zach. "Let me ask this," he said, "How do you know someone loves and appreciates you?"
"What do you mean?" asked Colby.
"Some people need to hear the words 'I love you' and the like. Others, like me, need our loved ones to hang out with us. Some people feel loved when our loved ones do things for us. Gifts symbolize love for others. Some people feel loved through physical contact. That's also a big one for me. I'm probably about 50 / 50 wanting to spend time and wanting to hug, kiss, et cetera."
"Et cetera my ass," said Colby.
"That too," said Zach. Colby scowled at him. He added, "As far as I know, all guys are driven to a greater or lesser extent by the last one."
"You think?" said Colby.
"So you're switching to women then?" said Zach. "I can't blame you. They're much better than men. Men suck."
"Not very well," Colby chortled.
"You're evading my question," said Zach. "What thing or combination of those things communicates love to you? Or maybe something else?"
"What's coming to me most strongly was when you were bringing me the one square of chocolate on the way to work," said Colby.
"Was it the gift of it?" asked Zach.
"No it was that you were enabling me to responsibly enjoy something I love," said Colby. "I can't buy those things for myself. I just gobble the whole thing and feel fat and guilty for a day. It was like you understood me, at least a bit of me. You were there assisting me in loving life."
"Seems like you feel loved by someone doing things for you," said Zach.
"That doesn't feel wrong," said Colby.
"It's starting to make sense," said Zach. "Like when you moved in with me, you were saying 'look at me doing all this stuff for you'. I was thinking 'I'll allow it,' because it just doesn't ring my bell."
"Or when I wouldn't see you after our first time," said Colby. "You must have been going crazy if you get love from hanging out together."
"Why do you think I was calling you five times a day?" said Zach.
"And I thought you just wanted my body," said Colby.
"Well, I did," said Zach, "but not just your body."
"Well," said Colby, "you feel loved by hanging out and being touched. That's consistent with your behavior. It's consistent with what you were trying to give me to tell me you love me. You know, this will sound stupid. But I think it's really right."
"What?" asked Zach.
"Just bring me my piece of goddamn chocolate every day and I'll love you forever," said Colby.
Zach did not ask for further clarification. He would figure out the logistics later. "Your wish is my command."
"I knew it was some damn thing," said Colby, clucking at herself. "Could it really be that simple? Given we've only been together a month, yep. I can wait for the expert level relationship problems. I can wait and wait."
"Me too," said Zach.
"Okay," Colby sighed. "Let's get you all squared away." She pulled down her shorts and panties in a single motion. She had controlled herself for so long, but now she was wet and shaking to have it. A few minutes later, her orgasmic cries started up and reverberated across the lake.
"I don't think that's a bird," said Berte to Aanya. They were by the lakeside with Anming, skipping stones.
Colby and Zach returned bashfully to the dock given all the noise they'd been making out on the lake. They told the others they were in search of a particular chocolate bar. Everybody joined in on the shopping mission. Colby drove. Zach was in the passenger seat, calling ahead on the phone. The other three women were goofing off like children in the back seat, mooing at the cows and such. They were all so happy to see that Colby and Zach were apparently together again and happily working together. They hadn't actually witnessed any kissing or anything yet, though. They'd heard some very encouraging sounds from out on the lake. Somebody whose name started with a 'C' had at least received something that also started with 'C.' Nobody was asking any questions. Questions would come after the chocolate, perhaps.
To a certain extent all physicians, including Zach, are masters of logistics. Often things came down to finding a certain combination of medicines as quickly as possible. He called pharmacies to enlist their assistance. The women heard his side of the call. "Hi, may I speak to the pharmacist? I'm a physician. Yes. Hello. It's Doctor Zach Carson. Yes, that one. This might seem an odd request, but I need to find the closest location of a particular bar of chocolate." Zach gave the name and particulars. "No need to ask, right? Yes, there's four of them here in the car with me. Urgency? Well, so far they haven't torn me limb from limb, but you know." Zach looked into the back seat, and the three of them stuck out their tongues at him. "It's touch and go," he reported.
While they were driving, Zach got a chance to discreetly check his messages. There was a frustrated message from Becky saying that if he was having new relationship problems, he should have sicced her on the woman in question instead of disappearing for a week. That way both of their problems would have been solved more reliably. He thanked her and told her he might have worked it out. Off or on though, the trip would have happened. He texted her that if she was sharing their bed, there might have been a chance of her being asked along...
Beatrice expressed sadness Zach would be gone for the week. She wrote that Eric was trying to cheer her up by taking her shopping for a new vibrator. She'd owned one before marrying Eric, but it had broken, and she had never bothered to replace it. The Monday, Wednesday, and Friday schedule sounded like the right amount for her. She wrote she would miss him until then. He texted her back that he would miss her too. He was thinking about her, especially after the sexy photos she'd sent.
Emma had sent back a quick text accepting the Tuesday and Thursday schedule. She texted she was looking forward to seeing Zach the following week.
The pharmacist called them back. The closest of this specific chocolate bar the pharmacist's network could identify was in Boulder. It wasn't in the pharmacy, but in a shop down the street from it. The pharmacist had run down the street and bought one. He had it in hand to give to the astronauts when they arrived. It was a three hour drive even at the creative speeds Colby drove. They arrived and got the bar from the pharmacist, who would take no money for it. They all autographed the back of his lab coat with a sharpie.
The pharmacy was in a shopping area that included not just the candy shop that had stocked the chocolate bar. There were lots of other interesting shops besides. But they had to get back to the cabin. They did buy five more of the particular chocolate bars at the candy shop, though. The adage "better safe than sorry" clearly applied in this case. On the way back, they stopped at the pharmacy Zach had called. They all signed the back of that pharmacist's lab coat as well. The three women in the back seat split one of the chocolate bars among them and pronounced it delicious. Zach asked for just one square of their bar and gave it to Colby. She savored the square in her mouth with a smile of complete joy and many smoldering sidelong glances at Zach. Six hours after they had left, they were back at the cabin.
It was dinnertime. Aanya and Colby were the cooks, with the rest of them kibitzing. Zach kept one chocolate bar for a sure supply. The other four went in the kitchen cabinet for desperate late night cravings as needed. Zach did a back of the envelope calculation. He doubled it, because other wives would also need occasional chocolate. He filed a mission weight requisition for 20 kg of the particular chocolate bars. It was approved immediately with a note from Colleen, "Great idea!"
Zach called Colleen and put her on speaker. He and Colby told everyone about their conversation. Colleen reminded him, "Never argue with pregnant woman." The number of crewmates he could argue with was therefore rapidly dwindling. Colleen said she wished she could be there. Incidentally, she was having dinner with Mateo, her crewmate of "Abandon all hope" fame from her previous Mars mission. She asked that he speculatively be added to the approved dalliances list. She didn't want to be out of compliance if something unexpected and anomalous happened between them. Her request was approved by the group. Zach was left thinking that she was not just being scrupulous. She wanted this guy between her knees again. Well, she was obviously lonely today, and he was not one to complain.
Colleen had a question for Zach. It was not a planned thing that eleven of them were going to be pregnant during the voyage to Mars. Would they have sufficient food? Zach answered that women only needed slightly more calories during pregnancy, 100 calories a day in the first trimester and 300 calories in the second and third trimesters. For eleven pregnant women, that was enough calories for one additional crewmate. There would only be twelve of them. The Interplanetary Vehicle was built for sixteen and had a food cycle that would support twenty. A significant amount of emergency rations were stockpiled on the Interplanetary Vehicle on top of this. They would be fine.
After they hung up with Colleen, Aanya announced that she really, really needed to borrow Zach right away. The others heartily offered Aanya all the Zach she wanted. Perhaps she could take the edge off him. It would likely be a particularly lusty night given Colby's return.
Aanya made it to the living room, out of sight but not out of earshot of the other women. She had Zach go straight to work. She didn't have the patience for mock rapes or anything. She howled out orgasms more hotly and lustily than they'd ever heard from her. Zach came twice in her, once in about five minutes, the next fifteen minutes later. He had saved up a lot of semen on the car trip. Colby agitatedly occupied herself keeping dinner warm for them. The other women were restless, but knew they'd probably get more than they bargained for later.
Aanya returned with Zach in tow. Colby was vibrating with lust for him by their return. She took him and turned him right back around towards the living room. The backseat bunch, Anming, Berte, and Aanya, grinned. They couldn't miss Colby's obvious sounds of desperate lovemaking from the living room. "Here, no, here. I don't care." Wet sounds of Colby taking his cock in her mouth. "No, I want you in me. Get in me! Yeah-huh! Yes! Do it! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Hyah! Naah! NNNGAAAH! Don't stop! Nnn!" And so on. Imploring him. Whimpering and crying out orgasms frequently. Zach lasted half an hour in her, and then, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! In me! In me! Nnnah! I'm going to cum! I'm CUMMING! OH FUCK CHRIST! Hyahhhhhhh! Nnn..." A quiet minute passed. Then, "No you stay in. I don't care about a mess. Don't you fucking budge. You're mine again now. Mmm, baby."
All three women gathered around the kitchen island were flushed at this point. Aanya still looked sleepy and happy. She had just been fucked for twenty minutes prior to Colby's wild and very vocal ride. Even so, she looked ready to go again. Berte's arm had been jerking under the table for a while, obviously masturbating. She sighed, climaxed quietly, and put her head down on the counter. Anming looked flushed and desperate. She grabbed her phone and went into the small bathroom off the kitchen. After a few minutes, the women could hear Anming softly whimpering to another person. Presumably Caine was on the other end of the line, quietly moaning. Anming's sound was turned down.
Everybody was talking. Still, they couldn't help overhearing Anming's gentle whimpers and Caine's attenuated moaning. Soon Anming flushed the toilet like everybody didn't know what she'd been doing in there. She came out smiling and innocent-looking into the kitchen. Everybody was still vibrating with horniness. "We're going to bed early," declared Colby.
They all fit easily into Colby's master bathroom shower. Berte grabbed the massage oil and oiled up her anus. "I need you in my butthole, Zach. It's cleaner in the shower. Ben taught me to use the shower when I want it in my butthole. It's tidy and easy." Berte got right under the hot spray and whimpered as Zach took her vigorously in the rectum. The other women washed themselves. They rubbed and wiped the lovers. They climbed out to dry off and pile into bed. Berte soon had a profound moaning orgasm. Zach felt good, but didn't climax. It wasn't enough time.
Zach and Berte joined the others in bed. Berte was sated and sleepy. Zach was jumpy, but it would have to wait a bit.
"We have a new bedtime tradition," Anming told Colby. "We all spread our legs for Zach and he gives each of us oral pleasure in fairly strict five minute turns. We mustn't be greedy or Zach's tongue will fall out. Currently, none of us are ovulating, so you are first in the order."
Colby, still excited by her half hour on the couch, climaxed appreciatively three times for Zach. Near the beginning, she breathed, "I missed you so much, baby." After the end, she said, "I like this new tradition, girls!"
Anming was next. At the beginning she said, "I apologize again, my husband, that Caine marked me so." After her first orgasm, she whimpered, "I was bad again, I called her." Zach asked her whether she had climaxed and started tonguing her again. "No, my husband, just to talk..." He prompted her again and again, continuing to tongue her in between. Finally, she shrieked, "I confess! I confess! I'm a dirty lesbian slut! GRRRRRRR! Huh-EE!" They all hugged her after that and told her she was okay. They told her that it was okay for her to like Caine. They said it didn't necessarily mean she was a lesbian. It didn't mean anything other than that she liked Caine specifically.
"I think you can't be a lesbian unless you say you are," said Berte. "If you don't want it, don't say it."
Anming was quiet after that comment.
Zach had a thought. "You know, before I knew any of you, I met this woman named Kessy." He described his experience with Kessy from the motorcycle gang to his wives. He left out the setting, the gang, Alexis, and the fact it had happened only a few days ago. He concluded, "So you see, even while she was ejaculating onto me, I thought of her as a girl, even though it was evident she wasn't. I don't think I'm generally sexually attracted to men because of that encounter."
Zach said, "I'm still feeling too antsy to sleep from not finishing with Berte in the shower." Everyone other than Anming immediately offered, but Zach grabbed Anming.
"No, my husband! I've misbehaved and lied!" protested Anming. "I should be punished, not given the pleasure of your penis in me."
"What do we do?" asked Zach. "I'd like there to be complete intimacy and therefore honesty among us. But on the other hand, Anming is clearly still working out her embarrassment about her interactions with Caine. I don't want to torture her. On the other other hand, I don't want to be lied to. I suppose I'm not one to complain, considering recent events."
Colby hugged Anming, and said, "I want to talk to this Caine character. She has no right to cut off your bush, which is Zach's favorite-"
"She did not know this," Anming pleaded.
Colby continued, "Or give you temporary tattoos that won't scrub off. It's disrespectful to our husband, who is graciously sharing you. Will you arrange a meeting between us?"
"Very well," said Anming sullenly.
"What is going on with you?" asked Zach. "If you don't want to be so deferential anymore, I'll understand. What in the relationship is not working for you?"
"On the contrary, my husband," said Anming, "our relationship is working only too well, in a sense. I long to be a chaste and dutiful wife. You constantly tempt me and tease me to be a dirty, nasty, slutty-cunted whore. And you always seem to get what you want. You dragged me around town with you naked on the leash. You had me expose myself to the airmen. You had me lick one's ejaculate tribute off your office window. At Colette's gangbang party and elsewhere, you let strangers touch my intimate parts. You had me teased and smelled in my intimate place by dozens of men. Each time I died of shame. Each time, I got hot, dripping wet, and obscenely excited. I grew resentful of your corrupting influence, how you made me surrender to my darkest lusts. Resentful. I wanted to hide the shame of how excited you'd made me."
The words were spilling out of Anming. "So I struck back with Caine. The first time, I was drunk, and perhaps Caine raped me. But I wanted her to rape me, so what is that? Surrendering to my taboo lesbian lover was a way for me to diminish your awful power over me. It was a way to increase my resolve to resist your sexual stranglehold while secretly fulfilling my every dark urge. In our second encounter, she shaved me, marked me, forced me, hurt me, and I loved every instant. It evoked my darkest desires, while at the same time she is completely different from the rapist. It removed my guilt. It enlightened me. It revealed a secret so secret in me I had denied it even to myself."
"That secret was, shock and terror gave way to boredom in my imprisonment for both the rapist and myself. He became lazy about torturing me. Because it relieved an endless dreariness, I began to enjoy the... hmm... attention. I began to enjoy his men staring at my naked body as the rapist took me each day. Then one day, unexpectedly, I climaxed. I tried to hide it, but that only made it worse. He stopped and whipped me brutally that day. But that was not the last time. Those times, he would call me a vile disgusting cockroach and worse. He would play the clips of me orgasming back to me over and over in my cell."
"Eventually, he became frustrated that I was beyond his ability to hurt any more with merely his penis. That was when he gathered all his men and set them on me. At the end of twenty four hours of gang rape, I was nearly dead. I was deeply bruised over my entire body. I had lost a lot of blood from my torn anus. I had been choked unconscious, passed out from the pain, and been revived with cold water countless times. I was mute from constantly crying out in pain. He realized he could not continue the torture if I was to survive. And, in this state, I could not do what he best enjoyed, which was to scream in pain when he whipped me. The slightest touch hurt for weeks afterwards. After that, he gave up on hurting me more."
"At times, I enjoyed the rape," confessed Anming. "In the endless silent darkness. I longed for anything. I longed for the frustrated pushings while his subordinates looked on and raped me with their eyes, slobbering for me. That's why I'm forever wrong and broken."
Colby held Anming tightly. "I'm here to tell you girl," Colby began. "It's human nature to prefer any kind of human interaction over empty loneliness. It's human nature to feel stimulated when others desire us. Our bodies sometimes respond in surprising ways when we're rubbed a certain way for a certain time. None of these things make us wrong or broken. They just make us human." This seemed to comfort Anming, who nodded, but was still crying. Colby said, "Now, Berte and Aanya, will you cuddle our brave wife?" They took over from Colby, grabbing Anming tightly on both sides, comforting.
Colby grabbed a hold of Zach. "I know you want Anming desperately, my husband," she said. "Will you take this unworthy bitch in her place?" Colby was imitating Anming's mannerisms. "I want to give her some space to grieve."
She led him out of bed and down to the layers of soft cotton rug in front of the roaring fire. "I understand this is how you feel I love you. I want you to feel my love. I'll try to never hold it back again, baby. Take this unworthy hag in her place."
"Thank you," said Zach. "Your imitation of Anming is suffering, though, because she doesn't say those kinds of things anymore. If she does, she has to recite the pledge. So now you have to recite it," he insisted with a smile. He sat down on the couch. "No, stand right there and recite it. Ready?" Colby nodded. "I am my husband's favored pet."
Colby rolled her eyes, and then smiled at Zach. She squeezed her tits at him and said, "I am my husband's favored pet. But this one bites, baby. Unless you feed her chocolate."
"Noted," said Zach. "Okay, next sentence: I am beautiful beyond imagining."
Colby smirked and struck a statuesque pose, "I am beautiful beyond imagining," she simpered.
"Say it seriously, please," said Zach.
Colby stood up straight and looked Zach in the eyes. "I am beautiful beyond imagining," she told him. "Wow, that's actually difficult."
"Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all men."
Colby put her arms over her head and danced sinuously for Zach. "Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all lovers of women."
"Fair enough," said Zach. "I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice."
"That's beautiful, Zach," said Colby, moved. She looked him deeply in the eyes and said, "I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice."
Zach said, "Only one man owns my exquisite self."
"Now wait one damn minute," said Colby, hands on hips.
Zach explained, "She chooses to surrender her body, soul, and spirit to me. That way she can devote her mind utterly to her work. Her relationship with Caine is similar, but different. Caine is a kind of muse to her." He and Colby regarded each other. "But this has become real between us. Figure out what's right for you, and say that instead."
Colby put one finger to her chin, regarded the ceiling, and then smiled at him. "Only one man is allowed up in my exquisite self." Then she remembered something disturbing. "And was ever really wanted since that... moment... in the hallway," Colby teared up. "I'm sorry, Zach. I'm sorry for wanting to hurt you."
"C'mere," said Zach. Colby crumpled into his lap. He held her firmly. "I completely forgive you. You thought I'd scorned you. And hell hath no fury. I want my passionate Colby. I'm willing to get singed standing close to her fire. Complete?"
"It all seems so stupid now," said Colby, tears flowing.
"You were right that I was clumsy and neglectful with you," said Zach. "I need your help to be a better husband to you. Let's work together."
"Well..." Colby looked away for dramatic effect. "Okay, as long as there's chocolate."
"Yes, ma'am," Zach smiled.
Colby looked deeply and intensely into his eyes, "And it has to be equal. I want your help, too. I want to be better and better for you. I want to make you so happy, baby." Now she was starting to cry the other way. This was an emotional time for both of them. Luckily, there was a box of tissues handy, and they got to dry their eyes.
"Okay, then, stand up," said Zach. Colby stood ready before him again. "Zachary owns my exquisite body."
"Hmm," said Colby, thinking. She eyed him and said, "My exquisite body loves and wants only my man Zach."
Zach said, "Zachary owns all my pleasurable holes and erogenous zones."
Colby thought and said, "I'm here for Zach whenever he wants to feel loved, and I know he's here for me."
"That's more exactly it! Brilliant!" said Zach. "Next is: Zachary owns my soul."
Colby smiled, "Whatever soul my man Zach has comes from me!" Then she said, "Or maybe just, I give Zach all my soul."
"Perfect," Zach smiled. "Zachary owns my spirit."
Colby said, "My spirit is infinite, and I give Zach all of it he can possibly handle."
"Great!" said Zach. "I am content in my exquisite perfection."
"I'm content in my exquisite perfection!" said Colby.
"That's it," said Zach.
"Amen," said Colby.
"Okay, so what is it?" asked Zach.
"This is like one of these memory puzzles," said Colby. "I'm my husband's favored pet. But this one bites, baby, unless you feed her chocolate regularly. I'm beautiful beyond imagining. Displaying my nude body proudly, I'm desired by all lovers of women. I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. Only one man is allowed up in my exquisite self. My exquisite body loves and wants only my man Zach. I'm here for Zach whenever he wants to feel loved, and I know he's here for me. I give Zach all my soul. My spirit is infinite, and I give Zach all of it he can possibly handle. I'm content in my exquisite perfection! Amen. I'm so wet honey."
"I'm hard," said Zach. "Hop on. You've basically been dancing nude for me for the past ten minutes."
Colby climbed onto Zach's lap. She stroked and then slipped her tight yearning vagina down onto his rampant penis. Then she started bouncing, one whimper per bounce. Zach was already breathing hard. She felt so good! His Colby was back, and back to stay! The world was perfect. He felt his semen rising in him inexorably.
Colby kept cumming really well with her bouncing on Zach. She could control the pace, depth, and angle for her own maximum enjoyment. As she rode and orgasmed repeatedly on him, he cupped her breasts in his hands and stroked her erect nipples. Everything was perfect: Colby's exquisite joy, the fire, the dim room, and the glass dome revealing the stars outside.
Zach couldn't stand it. He threw Colby under him on the couch, spread her legs, hips up, and pounded her. "You're getting close..." she whimpered, looking deep into his eyes. "I want it. Give me your love. Give me your cream! FILL ME! AAAAAAAH!"
"RAAAAAH!" They came explosively together and strained together in exquisite wet love.
The three other wives were applauding softly from the bed. "Bravo! Brava!" could be heard.
"I love you so much," panted Zach, looking at Colby intensely.
"I believe you," Colby said. "It's truly my dream come true. I'll never forget that again."
After that, the four wives and their husband settled down peacefully, for a short while at least. Zach was incessant throughout the night. He generally woke the others up as well with his forceful fucking motions in the bed. The vibe for all the wives overnight was to vocalize. The others would cuddle close while the lovers progressed.
He was insatiable with each of them. He wanted Colby badly because she was back and he had missed her so much. Judging by her wet gasps of passion, she was catching up on every orgasm she'd missed. He wanted Anming badly. He loved her deeply and wanted desperately for her to feel his love. Each time, her soft whimpers turned to moans. Her moans turned to howls and curses in Chinese as she orgasmed explosively for him over and over again. He missed Berte, who was finally back from staying with Ben. He had so missed sucking her big firm tits. He had yearned every night for her juicy young cunny. He had dreamed of slamming all his love into her between her meaty thighs. In the dark of the night, these incessant thoughts had often awakened him hard and desperate. She held on and whimpered out continuous orgasms as he pounded her like a madman. Aanya was dripping wet and desperately horny all the time. Whenever he rolled off one of the others, exhausted, she would force her slippery little slit open again on his still fat and erect cock. She would ride him desperately, whimpering out more orgasms, scratching her desperate unscratchable itch. Forget her rape games or any other pretense, she needed his cock forcefully and continuously.
This desperate loving continued unabated through breakfast and lunch into the afternoon and evening of the next day. The wife currently coupled with Zach would receive over an hour of fucking now with a small excruciating dollop at the end. Each time he strained and shook out yet another desperate orgasm. He was covered with sweat, panting, working, savoring each of his lovers like a madman, insatiable. Aanya was never out of the bed, slipping onto his dick whenever possible. She kissed and humped wetly against the lovers when he was with another. The wives not pinned under Zach went for crumb-free snack runs and supplied plenty of water. Between these desperate and punishing rounds, Zach needed to visit the bathroom to pee and drink more water.
Around noon, Anming was the first to bow out of the wild lovemaking. Zach let her go after she had recited her pledge and showed them all her naked body proudly again. Her temporary tramp stamp had received some damage from the continuous rubbing of bodies. The smaller writing on her pudenda had been erased. She took a long hot shower, treated her cuts, and dressed comfortably. From then on, she served the rest of them.
Zach had settled down to a routine. He would either take an hour long nap or rest for about half an hour. The others would either rest or sleep with him, or they all had reading pads. He would then grab his next love for a long bout of sex. If it was not Aanya, then Aanya would ride him for three or four or ten more orgasms afterwards. Sometimes he would orgasm again, and sometimes not. Then he would rest again. This went on and on and on. He was loving it. The wives were loving it. Aanya was driven.
Colby was the next to bow out around dinnertime. She insisted she was all caught up, orgasm-wise. Zach made her recite her pledge again before leaving the bed. He left the bed for a moment. He got a square of their special chocolate and presented it to her with a hug and a kiss.
Berte left the bed after one more round. Zach had her make up a pledge. She texted, "I am my husband's favored pet. I am beautiful beyond imagining. Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all lovers of women. I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. I give myself with love to those who deserve me. I give my exquisite body with love to those who deserve me. I'm here for Zach whenever he wants to feel loved, and I know he's here for me. I give my soul with love to those who deserve me. I give my spirit with love to those who deserve me. I am content in my exquisite perfection." Berte went on to text, "Ben has been working a lot with me to heal my sexual past. I feel much more able to make empowering love and sex choices for myself going forward. I'm going to pick more men, Zach."
"I'm proud of you, darling," said Zach. "I fully support any exploring you want to do. I'm here to support you. And I want you desperately always. I'll miss you whenever you're not in my bed."
"Ben will help me choose," texted Berte. "You are still busy getting everybody pregnant."
"I'm never too busy to help you," said Zach. Berte wandered towards the shower. Aanya, who had been rubbing up against him the whole time, became more demanding. He turned to her to quench her seemingly unquenchable flame.
Zach was tired, and his dick was extra tired. Aanya was still unquenchable. She took him back and forth in both holes, using lots of lube. She screamed orgasms frequently in the front and moaned more profound orgasms in the back. He awakened to either her sucking him to another erection or already riding him. Finally, around midnight, she fell into a deep sleep. He carried her to gently shower her off along with himself. The others changed the bed, replacing the wet blankets and sheets with clean ones, and climbed in.
They all slept deeply until the next morning. They had breakfast in bed in the morning. The wives loved that they could just cuddle with and kiss Zach. For once, he didn't get hard and needy. Aanya also seemed sated for the time being. Zach had her stand, display her nude body to them, and recite her version of the pledge. She recited the original pledge. She was happy with Zach owning her by her own choice. She also told them all that she was giving up her playacting of being mock-raped, at least temporarily. A combination of still being super horny and a little sore made gentle handling and romantic touches a lot more pleasurable.
After lunch, they all went out on the lake in Colby's motorboat. Colby and Berte were both okay water skiers, so they took turns. Zach tried four times, but couldn't get up on the skis. Aanya had never water skied either, and got up once for a little while. Anming had never been water skiing before, but after a second try, she was a natural. Out on the lake, Zach presented Colby with a square of their special chocolate to applause from the other wives.
After they got back from the lake and showered together, Zach got a chance to check his messages in private. There was only a video clip from Beatrice waiting for him. In the video, filmed by Eric, she was dressed in just the garters, stockings and heels from her lingerie, no bra or panties. She showed him a big jet black dildo about his size that they'd bought for her. They'd also bought her a fairly big and wavy cylindrical vibe with a soft pointy tip. She demonstrated the vibrator first. She put some lube on one side of the shaft and enjoyed it on its low setting just sliding its wavy shaft up and down between her inner lips. Then she showed him how excited it made her to press the nice soft tip of the vibrator right on her clitoris. Indeed, she sighed, and her hips started to buck almost immediately. By the end of the video clip, she was ramming the big black dildo into her vagina with all her might. She was vibing her clit with her other hand, and screaming out his name while orgasming. He was saving that clip forever!
That evening after dinner, Zach showed a funny slide show about his life to the wives. His parents were both often away working or busy. His sisters were much older than him and were always off with their friends. This left him home with his nanny, who he became very fond of. He was a very solitary and studious kid. He always got straight A's. His nanny influenced him to go into the healing arts.
They all called Colleen to tell her how much they loved and missed her. They left a voicemail. She didn't pick up. Zach suggested they call Alexis to get the latest news. They should know whether Colleen was perhaps dealing with a crisis. All three Breeding Bitches, Colette, and Khushi got on the call with them. The Houston contingent said they missed Zach, and the wives apologized for stealing him.
To quell their need for dick, the Houstonites had been attending frat parties. They were being safe and using condoms. Alexis had been ordering Colette to seduce various young women at these parties so that she, Alexis, could go after their boyfriends. One of these drunk girlfriends climaxed so loudly and publicly for Colette at a party that her boyfriend was alerted. To try to quell the ensuing ruckus, Alexis gave Colette's vagina to the boyfriend. He fucked Colette right there on the couch in front of his girlfriend. They were still kicked out of the party.
In other news, Ayana and Khushi had had another falling out. That's why Khushi was staying at Alexis's house and going to frat parties with them. Alexis had checked in with Ayana, and she was doing fine. Colleen, other than at work, was keeping to herself. Alexis had invited her for dinner and parties and such. She was declining all invitations. With assurances they would all be back in Houston at the end of the week, Trigonometry signed off.
The lovemaking that evening was a lot more sedate. Zach still had each of his wives at least twice. Aanya continued to be simply insatiable. He had her eight times overnight. She kept waking up horny and anxious. Given the night before, he could barely keep up with her. However, she was such an expert fellatist, she could always make him rock hard. Some of her rides were very long before he could finish in her. The other wives cuddled up to the couple. Aanya's sighs, whimpers, and mews became music. The waves of Zach's hip thrusts rocked the other wives to sleep.
The next morning after breakfast, Colby handed each of them an internal frame pack. Zach's was larger. Zach carried the tent and some of the other bigger, heavier stuff. Each of them carried the personal stuff they would need along with some of the food. Colby gave them each a whistle and compass to wear around their necks in case they got lost.
They hiked up the mountain all day, their view getting more and more spectacular as they climbed. They stopped on the trail for a light lunch. Zach presented Colby with another square of their special chocolate.
Around 4 PM, they reached a clearing with a fire pit and some logs around it for benches. They pitched the one large dome tent they would share. They had brought warm but light quilts and bedding. It was cold at night this far up the mountain. Even though it was August, the hottest part of the summer, they were near the snow line. They made a roaring fire. They made stew over a gas stove. For dessert, they made s'mores over the fire. There was definitely an art to getting the chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers to not fall apart. This was cheap chocolate they'd brought for the s'mores.
They cuddled down for the night. Zach was always extra horny in new venues. He was fairly recovered from their sex marathon the night before last. He went through all the wives once. He enjoyed them immensely and newly against the firm ground with only a thin firm pad underneath. He and Aanya went about it intensely five times over several hours.
Zach returned to the other three wives in the early morning hours. He pounded them each for over an hour to several orgasms apiece. He returned to Aanya again and pounded her six more times. They were still going at it when the rest of the wives broke camp in the late morning. Finally, they dropped the tent on the pair. They finished their latest time and crawled out to face the day. Aanya was still sitting on Zach's lap and rubbing up against him during their late breakfast.
"I have sad news, my husband," Anming informed Zach. "I have my bleeding time again." The wives and Zach all hugged Anming. They assured her that soon enough she'd have a baby growing inside her.
On the subject of babies, Colby and the other women decided that Aanya's insatiable sexual urges must be because she was pregnant. Aanya remembered that she'd brought a pregnancy test with her. She squatted and peed on it.
Aanya's pregnancy test was positive! There was immediate dancing and joy with all of them. They were out of cell range. They couldn't call Houston yet. Colby said that they could afford to stop and celebrate. Climbing down the hill would be faster than walking up it had been. They would plan for a real pregnancy party in Houston. The wives threw an impromptu pregnancy party on the spot. Berte made her a crown out of notebook paper with "#1 Sex Goddess" written on it. Anming had Aanya give her a fertility blessing. The wives called for a speech.
"My fellow wives, forgive me, but all I want right now is to be railed again by Zachary. Nice and hard, yes? As long as it won't shake the baby loose, dearest?" Aanya's pregnancy was having some very interesting side effects.
"No, our baby is safe," said Zach.
There was applause and rhythmic clapping from the other wives as the couple got underway. He put a pad down for Aanya's knees. He bent her over one of the fire pit logs. He pulled down her hiking shorts and panties as well as his own. He used the rest of the lube they'd brought on his penis and on her anus and rectum. It was her preferred channel this time. Then he fucked her firmly and energetically in her tight little ass. She had a series of profound orgasms. He grasped her firm round ass cheeks tightly in his hands. Around noontime, he finished with a roar and a squirt. She moaned in orgasm as she vividly felt his semen rush into her rectum.
The other wives had the camp long since packed up and ready to hike. They were out of towels. Aanya slung her shorts and panties on her pack. Her tight little anus firmly held onto its splash of semen. He thought she looked spectacular hiking without shorts or panties. From the back, her bronze bubble butt and legs pumped firmly as she walked. From the front, her black bush looked so yummy. He walked beside her awhile. He stroked her rich bush with his fingers. He called her "new mommy." She didn't mind.
Later on the hike, Zach caught up to Colby. He fell to one knee and presented her with a square of their favorite chocolate. They kissed and shared the chocolate flavor between them.
At sunset, they reached the spectacular geodesic dome house and compound Colby called her cabin. They dropped their packs in the entryway hall. They rushed off to shower together in the big master bedroom shower. Aanya got in first, being already half undressed.
In the shower, Zach made a passionate plea for all of them to hike nude next time. Colby seconded the motion. Berte insisted that Zach wear waterproof sunscreen on his penis and reapply it as needed. Berte and Zach both, being far fairer than the others, had to be careful to apply sunscreen in this scenario. Given this stipulation, the proposal passed unanimously.
They called Colleen and reached her this time. Aanya shared the exciting news of her pregnancy. They made plans for a party when they returned. As the call progressed, Colleen began to breathe and act suspiciously. The wives whispered and Zach agreed. Someone had started to gently fuck her while she was on the phone. They said their happy goodbyes and left her in peace. Zach checked the Trigonometry extracurricular activity schedule. Sure enough, every non-working hour for the week of their retreat was blocked off for Mateo. Zach hoped they were using condoms and spermicide.
The next day, they went on a hike around the mountain past a series of lakes and meadows. They were all naked and wearing sunscreen or suntan oil as appropriate. Cell reception was better on this hike. Zach received a desperate message from Becky saying she gave up. She needed his dick and his semen regularly. She would swallow her embarrassment and join the wives in his bed, at least until she was pregnant.
Zach thought of texting her back and saying she only needed to be there during her fertile week. He decided against it. It was against his self interest. He wanted Becky every night, if he could get her. Would it be a violation of medical ethics not to tell her? He was not her doctor, but she had an expectation of his medical expertise. Zach decided it was okay to keep quiet. He couldn't be expected to tell her if it might sound like he didn't want her around the rest of the time. He wanted her around all the time.
At lunchtime, they met a couple in their early twenties hiking in the other direction. The young man was mesmerized. The young woman noticed. The wives told the couple about their various pledges. The young woman decided to adopt a pledge to her man similar to Colby's. As she recited her pledge, the young woman undressed for her man. Berte handed her sunblock, for the young woman was a redhead. The young woman was tall, perhaps 5'7" and shapely, with great big tits, probably DD's, and a nice natural bush.
By the time the young woman had slathered on all her sunscreen, bending as needed, Zach was rock hard. Naked as he was, it was impossible to hide. The young lady laughed nervously, looked embarrassed, and said she was flattered and his reaction was natural. The young man undressed and everybody saw that he was rock hard. On Berte's behalf and her own, Aanya complimented the shape of the young man's penis. The young woman confirmed with a shy blush that it felt very good inside. She in turn expressed a bit of trepidation about Zach's size. Colby, the slightest of the wives, assured her that it took a little getting used to, but after that, it was wonderful. Then Zach and the wives took their leave so that nature could take its course in relative privacy.
(To be continued)
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62: Sunday August 16, 2043 2100 hours CST: Semen Real Soon
The doorbell rang. Zach opened Colby's front door to the cool Houston evening. There was Becky looking both businesslike and luscious as usual. "Come in! Come in," he waved to her. They hugged and kissed. He pushed the door shut behind her.
"Welcome back!" said Becky. "You traveled today?"
"Yes, we started off this morning," said Zach.
"And what is this party I've been invited to?" asked Becky.
"This is because our wife Aanya is now pregnant. Being invited is a singular distinction," said Zach. "Everyone else is crew."
"I'm happy Anming thinks so highly of me," said Becky. "Am I to understand that after this, we're all going to sleep together? As in sleep together sleep together? There's, what, eight now? How do we fit in a bed?"
"It's only seven. Colette's off doing other things. She's at the party, as you see-"
"Yes, crawling around on all fours. That woman has her on a leash. She looks like the most comfortable woman on a l- oh, ugh!" said Becky. This was in response to the sight of Ayana pulling down her pants expectantly. Alexis directed Colette to lick Ayana's anus. Ayana shut her eyes and cooed with pleasure. Alexis smiled.
"I don't think you've met everyone," said Zach with embarrassment.
"Only the five I met before," said Becky uncertainly. The doorbell rang. "I thought you said everyone is here."
Colby answered the door. It was supposedly the police about a noise disturbance. "Charisse, what have you been up to?"
Charisse ushered in eight muscular men. "You're right, officers. My crewmates are not making enough happy noises. Can you help?"
"And not enough cheesy stripper music," said Colby.
"Let me show you the bedroom," said Zach to Becky. "It's about to get wild out here, and I know you have questions."
"What now?" asked Becky as Zach ushered her down the hallway to the master bedroom.
"Male strippers, a lot of them," said Zach. Some manhood was about to be unleashed back in the living room. He was not at all sure he wanted to see how his lusty wives would respond. It was better for him to make sure Becky was as calm and informed as she could be. She was facing an unusual evening. "Becky, about what Colette did to Ayana back there. That's entirely their thing. Nobody is going to pressure you to do something you're not into."
"Look, this is clearly a wild, wild group of women!" said Becky, trying to reassure herself. "It figures, jet pilots and so forth. I could never do that."
He shut the master bedroom door to dim the pounding technopocalypse music from the strippers' boom box. "Here's our bed."
"Wow," said Becky, kicking off her heels and climbing on. "This IS a big enough bed." She lifted her little tweed hentai skirt and wiggled her ass at him. "I missed you so much, Zach." He pulled her panty hose and panties gently off her flawless and shapely tan ass and legs. "What are you doing, mister?" she accused, as if she didn't know.
Less than ten extremely pleasurable minutes later, Zach was resting to the hilt in Becky, her gorgeous legs spread wide. Her beautiful long brown hair was spread out across the bed, much like herself. Her front was unbuttoned to expose her yummy C tits and dark puckered nipples. He was massaging them gently. They had her hips pointed towards the ceiling. He was aimed straight down into her. "That's wonderful. I can feel your hot sperm racing for my egg, Zach. Mmm. Those little guys are going for it."
"I like your play-by-play," Zach said. They hugged, kissed, and rested quietly together, napping in their post-ejaculation bliss.
The door opened, and Becky twitched hard underneath Zach. "Who the fuck are you?!" Colby yelled over the banging beat of the stripper music. She pushed the bedroom door shut behind her, drowning the shrill music down to a thumping.
"Uhh... hmm..." said Becky, regarding Colby. For the first time since Zach had met her, Becky was at a loss for words.
"She's Becky, darling," explained Zach. "You remember, the woman the other wives invited to join us?"
"What other woman?!" Colby yelled.
The music blared again. "No, no," said Colleen from the doorway. "Wait, wait Colby. I was supposed to tell you. This is my bad."
Colby turned to face Colleen. "What am I supposed to think?" she said. "I come in here to be a good girl. Here I come to not be tempted to rub up against all that throbbing hard dick in the living room. Here he is in our bed balls deep in this... ahem... lady... I've... never had the pleasure of meeting."
Becky was making eyes at Zach and nodding her head towards Colby as if to ask, "Who the hell is this woman?"
"Oh," said Zach. "Becky, this is Dr. Colby Lincoln, yes, of Rensellad fame, and other startups she's founded. She's the wife you haven't met yet. Colby, this is Becky Baines, Attorney at Law. She's the best litigator in Houston."
"I was supposed to brief you, Bee," said Colleen. "I'm sorry you were upset by this. It's my fault."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Doctor Lincoln," Becky said. They shook hands. Even flat on her back, legs spread wide, with Zach on her, Becky's iridescent personality made an impression.
Colby backpedaled. "Well, hmm, pleased to meet you, Becky. Zach, given your position on... the matter, I think you might be biased about the litigator thing."
"Ha ha, yes, bribing the witness," said Becky. Zach knew she hadn't liked the joke. She was sensitive about people challenging her credentials. But she was bending over backwards to be friendly towards Colby. "I'm sorry about the misunderstanding."
"I'm sorry, too," said Colby. "I just got him back, so you can imagine, I'm a little sensitive." She stopped to smirk at them, "I'll grant you're the best litigator in the world. That's certainly the firmest handshake I've ever received from a woman flat on her back in the middle of... heh... a merger. Well, it's the only handshake I've ever received under the circumstances."
"We were just finishing up," Becky smiled, implying a request for Colby and Colleen to please piss off.
The door opened and stripper music blared. The door shut, and Berte was there. "So loud I can't think," she told the four of them, not taking in the scene. "Touching and rubbing. I don't want it," she said. "Hi Becky!" she said brightly, waving.
"Hi, cutie," said Becky. "Sorry, I can't get up."
Berte thought for a millisecond. "I understand. It's the last day of your fertile week. It looks like you've got a batch of Zach's semen cooking away in your vajayjay. Or," she looked struck, "did we interrupt you?" Being autistic, she worried constantly about alienating her friends with her misunderstanding of social cues.
"No," Becky smiled reassuringly, "it's in there. Everything's fine, cutie."
"Oh, thank heavens," said Berte. "Big one? Bet you haven't cum since this morning, Zach?"
"Well, once," said Zach. "Aanya dragged me into the airplane toilet."
"Again?"
"Yes, the stewardess was watching us like a hawk afterwards," said Zach.
"Ah well, still a lot, I bet," said Berte. She asked Becky, "Second time? That's the best."
Becky looked confused for a moment, then said, "No, just the one."
Berte walked over and gave Zach's bare butt a spank. "Get going, Zach!" she demanded. He started moving and churning his ejaculate in Becky. "Yes, don't ever accept just one time from Zach. He can always do it twice without even pulling out, and the second one is better. Don't let him skimp on the oral beforehand, either. Make sure you have him do it until you can't stand any more."
"Sage advice Berte," Becky panted. "If you'd excuse me... hunh.... a moment... HARRRR!" Becky orgasmed hard under Zach. Becky covered her eyes. Her legs, splayed out wide on either side of Zach's hips, shook. Her toes curled. "Oh it's so embarrassing to... ohno... NNNNGH!!" she orgasmed again.
"It's okay, Becky," said Berte. "You're our special honorary wife now. You can come as you are."
"Yeah, fuck her, Zach," Colby smiled, getting into Berte's playful spirit. She spanked Zach's ass. "You enjoy him," said Colby to Becky, "but try to save some for us."
"Sure- hngg! ohgod! AAAAAHHNNN!!" replied Becky.
"I like her!" said Berte.
"I've also been without Zach for a week," said Colleen. "That's why I was looking for him. Mind if I'm next in line?"
"Didn't Mateo handle you?" Zach prodded. Perhaps he was feeling a tiny bit jealous, perhaps.
"You underestimate the fact that I love you, Zach," said Colleen, hurt by his jab.
"Look... ngh! Can you two lovers quarrel later?" asked Becky. "You're throwing off his rhythm, huh, huh, huh, huh! Ohgod! NNNGH!!"
"I'm sorry, Colleen," said Zach.
"I know," said Colleen. Classic Colleen.
"You'll be next," said Zach.
Becky's eyes widened. She grabbed Zach by the face. "Notyet! Notyet! Fuck me! Lookatme! Fuck me you bastard! In! In! Huh, huh, huh, huh! Give it! Give it! NAAAAAH!"
"RAAAAH!!" said Zach as he ejaculated deep into Becky a second time.
"Hmm," said Berte. "Is it hot?"
"Sogood..." reported Becky, eyes drifting shut.
"See, you're getting less shy," said Berte. "We all had to go through it. You'll be fine."
"Let's leave them to it," said Colleen, gathering up Colby and Berte.
"I want to stay and watch the dismount," said Berte. "I like watching all the splooge come out," she said. "I bet it's a big one. Do you know why we call him Sack?
"Come along, Berte," said Colleen.
"All right," agreed Berte. The three left with a blare of stripper music as the door opened and shut after them.
"That's the most bizarre sexual experience I've ever had," said Becky.
"Welcome to Sunday night at our place," said Zach.
Zach left Becky lying in the master bedroom. She was still resting hips up, thanks to him putting a couple pillows under her bottom. She wanted to percolate a while longer, as she put it. He went looking for Colleen. He found her clapping along with the other women in a hastily drawn up circle of couches, chairs, and love seats. The nude dancing men were everywhere at once. The original crew was back, joined by four other naked and muscular men. There was the big black man, the muscular Latino, the pale freckled redhead, and the cheery, talkative Asian. They were joined by two more muscular Latinos. There was a blond white guy looking disturbingly similar to himself. Another energetic young black fellow rounded out the crew.
The blond dancer came over to shake Zach's hand. He had cut his hair to match Zach's, he said. Since the photo spread, his business had gone through the roof. He was thankful. Zach wished him well.
Berte was fully in the fray. One of the new Latino dancers, a massive man, had lifted her so that she was out in front of him, tummy down. He was rubbing and tapping her against his massive naked stiffy. He was rubbing her right on the crotch of her shorts. She was shrieking and laughing. He had one arm under her hips and the other just under her tits. Her top and bra had been pulled down to expose her luscious D tits and pink nipples. They were flopping to the music as the man swung her against his hard-on. Another stripper approached her from the front with a big smile. His penis was pointed hopefully at her mouth. She smiled and told him "No." Good for Berte, having the fun she wanted to have and also setting boundaries.
Zach approached Colleen, who was having an interaction with the new black stripper. "Yeah, it's a nice one," she said to the stripper over the din. She was letting him stroke his penis along the side of her cheek and face. She looked like she was almost going to break down and start sucking it, or at least licking it. "I'm so horny right now," she confided. "If my boyfriend doesn't show up soon..."
"Here I am, sweetheart, said Zach, swooping in and grabbing her off the couch. "Thanks for keeping her busy," he said to the stripper. He looked wistful, but then there was Aanya, the guest of honor, who ran giggling into him. She had just escaped the clutches of two of the other exotic dancers who were laughing and chasing her. Both were sporting stiff erections.
Zach carried Colleen to the red bedroom, and there they made passionate love. He started by giving her some heartfelt oral. When he came up for air, she said, "Berte taught me. I should make you give me oral until I can't stand it anymore. Get back to work," she smiled. Then, "Oh God! Mmm!" She lasted another five minutes before saying, "Okay! Okay... okay." He was rock hard and about ready to pop by then. He loved feeling and seeing Colleen orgasm. He only lasted a few minutes in her. As soon as she caught her breath, she said, "You know the drill," with another smile. He lasted about twenty minutes the second time and ended with a good squirt. "I love you, Zach," she said. "I missed you. Because I love you. Do you get that? Sure, Mateo was a distraction. We're old friends. Mostly we just talked, to be frank. Don't be jealous of him."
"I'm sorry I was a prick. I love you too, Colleen," said Zach, "so much. I'll try harder not to be clingy. I do trust you. I'll trust that what we have is real. So, that settled. I want to ask you what you need, how can I help? It seems like you're always being the responsible one, holding the fort, while we're all playing. I want to make sure you're feeling and getting my love and support."
"You're doing it now," said Colleen. "Don't underestimate the effect you're having on this crew. I saw you watching Berte. She would have run from that social situation before. Though she still prefers frequent breaks, she has the confidence to play there. I see that as your influence. And great job with Colby at the retreat, by the way."
"Thank you," said Zach. "It happened like a miracle. I am not very religious, but it was like God gave me the insight. I think that we both care so much, the stakes are very high. Also the amount that wrong things hurt is very high. I think we're more resolved to work together to solve things now before they get out of hand." Zach said. "But back to us. Your insemination week starts in a couple of days. I'm going to knock you up this time."
"You'd better, Lieutenant, or I'll demote you," she chuckled. "That would be fun. Each month you don't succeed, boom, demotion. The only problem is what to put on the form. 'Failure to impregnate' is not going to fly."
"Even on a colony mission?" joked Zach. "How about 'dereliction of duty'?"
"I couldn't," said Colleen. "Your 'liction' these days has been far from 'dere'. And speaking of that, more?"
"Happily," said Zach, and got his face between her legs.
"Ohh, uh. I missed you last week," moaned Colleen. "You do give me everything I want and need. I ask, and you give. Don't worry about me, Zach. I know how your episode with Colby has shaken you. Don't be. I'll always be there trying to work it out with you. There's nothing we can't work out with the others either. Oh God, right there..."
Some time later, Colleen was pushing away his mouth in overwhelm when Anming burst into the room. "It's very frustrating, my husband," she implored him.
"What's frustrating?" asked Zach.
"Well, that very nice teenage Taiwanese-American bodybuilder is out there again, the one from the other time."
"That's wonderful, darling. What's the problem?"
"Well, last time, I was angry with you," said Anming. "I allowed him certain... hmm... liberties. This time, I'm certain I've badly hurt his feelings being so... reluctant."
"We can't have that!" said Zach. He kissed Colleen and whispered to her, "Duty calls." He threw on his scrub pants and walked arm-in-arm with Anming back to the stripper party. They sat together on the couch against the wall where Anming had been sitting before.
The young Asian man came up and started dancing for her again. "So what's the deal?" he asked Zach. "She says she can't anymore."
"Well, she can," said Zach. "We were fighting last time, so she was angry with me. This time, well, how do I explain this?"
"Dude, I know you're all PhD geniuses," smiled the young man. "Just tell me how to make your wife happy."
"Great, happy to," said Zach. "She's a bit of a contrarian, you'll see. Don't mind her. She has a safe word."
"A safe word," the young man chuckled. "It's always the quiet ones, am I right? Plus, I got to see a bit of the nature you're alluding to last time. I usually have to dance for flabby old bitches. She's my smokin' hot dream come true." Talking gently to Anming, he said some things in Chinese. He gestured to his rock hard cock and wiped pre-cum off the end of it to show her. His message was obvious.
"Anming, accept the nice young man into your mouth, please," Zach ordered her gently.
Anming looked at him levelly, but he could tell she was excited by the notion. She just didn't want to be responsible. "You're a nasty deviant," she said. The young man told her something a little stridently in Chinese. She opened her mouth.
The young man held Anming's head gently and stroked his cock shallowly into her mouth. She closed her lips uncertainly around his cock. "Oh man, this is great. I told her to obey her husband, heh. Thanks, dude."
"My pleasure," said Zach. "I guess you did this last time?"
"No, she just gave me a handjob," said the young man. "She wanted to make you jealous, she said."
"Well, she did," said Zach. "Let's have some fun."
"I'm with you dude," said the young man.
"Darling, turn around and get on your knees," ordered Zach.
"You're a disgusting pervert," Anming complained, vibrating with erotic tension. What might Zach do to her in that position? She was hesitant. The young man snapped at her in Chinese and she complied. Zach pulled down her stretch pants and panties, exposing her naked ass and bare holes to the young man.
"I'm in heaven," said the young man. He said things, obviously words of praise, to Anming in Chinese. Anming shut her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and said something back. She could be thanking him or cursing him or both. Zach saw from the trembling in her legs that she was extremely aroused. The young man was able to collect four of his stripper friends to come over. They praised Anming's submissive display in English and spanked her ass gently. "This is some primo Chinese ass, buddy. You must be excited!"
"I am!" said the young man.
"Please stop, my husband," Anming said, not using her safe word.
Zach took some lube from the young man's belt container. He slowly and thoroughly spread it on and into Anming's anus. "No please, my husband," she complained. He noted she hadn't said her safe word yet. She was vibrating with sexual tension. He let the young man stroke his rock hard dick up and down Anming's slippery ass crack.
"Dude, I can finish this way if you want. It feels sweet," said the young man.
"Do it," said Zach.
"Dude, absolutely, dude," said the young man.
Anming was muttering, "No, my husband, no- please no, n-nuhhh, nnnn, uh!" She was shivering both in fear and sexual tension. He put his hands on her so that she knew he was there watching over her. He was making sure everything would be okay. She was pleading, complaining, with no safe word mentioned. It was a way to combat her nervousness. The young man slid himself with increasing speed between her ass cheeks. He forced them together with his hands to make the way tighter.
"Okay, I gotta cum pretty soon," said the young man.
"I guess you can't penetrate and creampie her asshole?" asked Zach. Anming jumped when she heard Zach say this. The young stripper had a firm grip of her, though, and didn't let go.
"Dude, I want to so badly, but we can't," said the young man. "We'd lose our insurance. I can roll on a condom, though. Should I?"
Zach regarded Anming. Her eyes were tightly closed. Her teeth were clenched. No safe word. If he ever wanted Anming's ass, this might be a way to break it in a bit more gently. The young man's cock was smaller in every dimension compared to his own. "Yes, roll on a condom," he heard himself saying. Then to Anming, he said, "Darling, I'm going to have this young man enjoy himself with your anal sphincter. Brace yourself."
The stripper squirted out more lube and carefully and thoroughly worked it into Anming's anus. First he used one slim finger, then two. "I think she's about ready, dude."
"Go for it, dude," said Zach.
The young man slowly, slowly pushed and rocked his way into Anming's anus. "This girl is hella tight. I thought for sure she would be loosey goosey from the apparent damage, but no."
"That's from an accident," said Zach. "I can say for a fact that no cock has ever passed through this anal sphincter before." He knew it had been miraculously rebuilt. It was some of the most masterful reconstructive surgery he'd ever seen. Anming was, in fact, an anal virgin, reborn.
"Hey guys!" the stripper shouted excitedly, "I'm taking this babe's anal virginity!" Immediately there was a crowd of people around snapping photos and taking videos. The wives hovered, knowing that Anming had suffered a horrific anal gang rape. They were feeling uncertain about her state of mind and emotion.
Colby pushed her way forward and got face to face with Anming, "How you doing, our precious one?" she asked encouragingly.
"Zachary is an evil repulsive brute," said Anming.
Colby sat up. "She's fine." The assembled women clapped.
"Yay! She just said in Chinese that it's feeling good," said Berte.
"She did, dude," said the stripper. "I feel proud." He was stroking the entirety of his condom-clad cock in and out of her with increasing speed. "Okay," the young man panted, near his end, "do you want me to stay in and put it into the condom or shoot it onto her rear?"
"Onto her rear," Zach said.
"Oh, yeah," said the young man. He pulled out rapidly and tore off the condom. Jet after jet of thick semen shot onto her back, her hair, and the back of the couch. "This is how much I love you, baby," the young man said reverently.
"That's a lot of love," said Zach. Indeed, the young man had produced a display rivaling his own best efforts. Colby took a photo of all the semen on Anming's back. She handed Zach a towel, and he wiped Anming off. He said to Anming, "Please take your pants and undies off the rest of the way. Sit and spread your legs, my darling."
"You're a reprehensible man," Anming said, and did as he asked.
"You can show your gratitude, or I can," said Zach. "Do you want to?"
"Absolutely, my man." The young man got his mouth down between Anming's legs. He licked and sucked her clitoral area greedily. Anming tensed at the young man's ministrations. She shut her eyes and grabbed him by the hair with both hands with a snarl of pleasure. She was in good hands.
Between orgasms, Anming said to Zach, "You allowed him."
"You didn't say red," said Zach.
"You're a dirty... rrrrrR! EEP!" Zach rose and left Anming in the stripper's capable hands.
Becky showed up at the party. She had showered and was again impeccably dressed. "When is bedtime?" she asked plaintively.
"The girl wants to go to bed, guys," the huge black man said, lifting Becky into the air. She whooped in surprise, trying to be a good sport about it. Soon four of them were parading Becky around and removing articles of clothing one by one. This was met by cheering and whooping from the assembled women.
The strippers got Becky down to her underthings. Alexis barked, "Now I know why Zach was going to leave the space program for this woman." It was an exaggeration, but it was a sweet exaggeration.
Becky looked over at Zach in surprise. The music was too loud to hear her, but he read her lips. She said, "I never knew that."
Becky couldn't hear Zach either. Her eyes were suddenly wet. "Love you," he mouthed to her.
Shortly thereafter, the party broke up. As usual, everyone was staying over. It was Becky's first night in the marriage bed. Everybody invited her to be in the first position. She begged off, telling those assembled she was nervous. She took last position for cunnilingus. Everyone was taking their full allotment this evening. It took Zach half an hour to get to Becky. His tongue was tired, but he fought on and did a great job on her. During this Colleen and Becky had gravitated together, which made some sense in his mind.
It was a bonding experience for Becky to see five other women get head and then have it herself. After that, she wasn't so reluctant about taking any position in the bed the wives wanted to assign her. Colby took third position behind both Becky and the sorely missed Colleen. Zach had sex with Becky right then as she held Colleen's hand. Then she went to the back of the line. They got to bed late, so Zach did not get back to Becky again until morning.
The next morning, Monday, dawned on a second insemination "hell week" for Zach. It wasn't as much hell as last time. Of the original six women, he'd gotten Colby and Charisse pregnant last time. At least he assumed he'd gotten Charisse pregnant. At any rate, Charisse was pregnant. He was down to Alexis and Colette on odd days and Ayana and Colleen on even days. X had made it easier for him, putting Alexis in charge of Colette for the week.
Alexis did a job with Colette that easily put Zach's best efforts to shame. When he got to Alexis's place in the morning, she had Colette strapped down to a horizontal frame. He had not known Colette was that limber. Colette was blind in a leather mask. Alexis had been toying her, edging her, choking her, and whipping her for a couple of hours. Colette didn't see or hear Zach approach her from behind to mount her. She didn't know whether it would be him or another ice cold glass dildo from the freezer. When she felt him, she broke down crying, saying "Merci, ma maitresse! Merci! Merci!" She was so far beyond the edge already, she couldn't even speak English. But it wasn't necessary. She orgasmed hard and nearly continuously for him. He had never seen her so on edge. After he finished, Alexis motioned him to leave without a word.
This was how it went with Colette for the rest of the week. Every odd morning, she was in some new stress position. She had a batch of new stripes and welts. She had been teased and toyed beyond mortal endurance. She was vibrating with unreleased sexual energy. Each time he coupled with her, it seemed a catharsis for Colette merely to feel his penis in her. It was for her a religious experience. Alexis made him leave silently each time. Zach texted her to thank her for treating Colette with such loving care.
For Alexis's part, she got him twice a day already. He was mindful to save up a good dollop for her for after work. She required no additional special planning.
Being a wife, Colleen was singled out during the week for Zach's intense focus. He was at her before bed, during the night, and in the morning like a maniac. If he had an extra droplet of cum at the house, it was going straight into Colleen without delay.
Accordingly, the household became familiar with Colleen's sexual cries that week. Her cries were distinct from the cries of wives Zach had focused on before her. Colby had been a lot of swearing at the beginning and a lot of raspy howling at the end. Anming was growls and squeaks while she was warming up. This changed to Chinese curse words and howls once she was letting loose. Aanya was moans and cries like she was being murdered throughout. Colleen was orders, chief among them "Don't stop!" She also laid on the cries and swear words thickly, especially near the end.
It was time for Ayana and Zach to try it again. She and Khushi now had a preferred approach. Ayana was blindfolded and on her back with legs apart. Khushi had worked to excite her for some time. He would take Ayana missionary style. She orgasmed frequently during this. It was a combination of her excited state, Zach's dick, and additional vibing and kisses from Khushi. This was according to Ayana. Zach felt proud he rated being one of the three instigators.
Becky graced Zach's bed every night. He had her at least once a night, and often twice. This was nearly more than she could handle on a continuous basis. With her electric personality, she soon became a darling of the entire crew. There were serious discussions with her about the government they should form on Mars. Colleen got her hired by NASA as a consultant. She could hang out more with Zach and the rest of the crew without pissing off her law firm.
Zach used his weekday lunch breaks as planned to see Beatrice on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. He saw Emma as planned on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Beatrice was vibrating with lust when he answered his apartment door for her Monday afternoon. She jumped into his arms, squeezed hard, and said, "Do you want it right here? 'Cause I would do it for you right here in the hall, Zach. I've been so desperate to be with you, to feel you." She kissed him urgently and passionately.
"I need to thank Eric for the sexy photos and video he sent," said Zach. "You want to know a secret?"
"Sure," said Beatrice uncertainly. "But do I want to? With your wild sex life dragging half the astronaut corps around naked on leashes..."
"This is a good thing, I think," said Zach. "I had four women with me up at the cabin constantly begging me for sex." This was a bit of an exaggeration on Zach's part. "Even so, when I got your video, I snuck into one of the bathrooms and jacked off to it." Actually, he hadn't had time, but based on the little he'd seen, he could easily cum watching it. It was only a matter of time. And time and time again, he thought.
"Oh, you nasty snail," she whispered to him, booping his nose with her finger. "You'll burn in hell now."
"I'm keeping all of it forever," said Zach. That part was absolutely true. "So I'm calling Eric now." And he did. "Eric, yes, it's Zach. I absolutely loved the photos and video you took." He listened while Eric raved about the experience. He said, "Listen, I want to return the favor, if you want me to. How would you feel about getting a video of Beatrice and I having fun together? Would that be too weird? Good, you think? Okay, that sounds like a plan. Bye." Zach turned to Beatrice. "Here's what I think we should do for him, because I know you feel it. We're going to film ourselves making love for Eric. Whenever you can form words, I'd like you to thank him for being so generous and understanding. I want you to tell him you love him, and all that. Eric is a great husband."
"I agree," Beatrice grinned. "Let's go make him a video he'll never throw away."
A few minutes later, Beatrice said, "Okay, I think we're recording. Okay. Hi honey! As you can see, I'm naked and bent over the couch. Zach and I can't wait to make it all the way to the bedroom. Say hi, Zach."
"Hello," said Zach, waving his hand down near Beatrice's face. The camera was centered on her, so standing behind her, he was mostly cut off by the top of the frame.
"Okay, darling, now Zach is going to enter me. Oh, I'm so wet. I feel the head of his cock stirring my juices around all my lips and things. He likes doing that to me, honey. Oh, I'm not going to last very long. Now I think... uuuuUUUUUH! Ohgod! Ohgodohgod! I'd forgotten-OH-God! UHHHH! UHMMM! He's... huh... moving in me honey!" Beatrice's brows furrowed deeply at this point. She moaned and moaned through parted lips as Zach continued. She gritted her teeth. "eeee... EEEEE-EYAHHHH! Darling I love you! HAAAA! I love you so much! Hnnn... sharing... mmmMMMEYAH!! Ohgodohfuck... Thank you sweetie!"
The pumping continued for a few minutes. Beatrice panted and moaned. She gritted her teeth and her brows furrowed as her continuous great pleasure rolled over her. "HNNNN! Huh... oh! guess what sweetie! He's getting clo-o-o-o Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Ayah! HUUUUUHN! Yes! Fill me! Fill me! Ohgod! FILLME!! EEEAUGH!! NNNNnnnnnhuh... ohgod. Huh. Oh yeah. I can feel it in there all warm, sweetie. Way... up... inside me. Now that we've taken the edge off a little. We missed each other so much, you know. And you know he masturbated to it, yay! So now we're going to move it to the bedroo-OOOM! Huh! Huh! Or maybe huh! Not! Huh! Uhh..." The video continued from there. They did it over the couch a second time, and a third. They did it in the bedroom five times. They had about two hours of raw footage when they were done.
Zach kept his weeknight dinner dates with the wives going. His Tuesday date with Colby went a lot better than the previous one, a fact the press picked up on. Berte missed hers. She was in India.
Early in the week, Aanya and Berte left to visit Aanya's hometown of Delhi, India. The women had three intentions. The first was to visit and stay with Aanya's parents. Like Berte, Aanya had been convinced by Michaela to broaden herself sexually, for her sake as well as Zach's, before leaving Earth. To this end, the second intention for both women was to find interesting men to sleep with. One night stands would not do for either woman. The relationship had to be significant. Their third motivation was to look into the circumstances of Aanya's rape. They wanted to see whether any justice could be done thirteen years after the fact.
The two intrepid explorers kept in touch with other members of the crew via a text thread. As to the first intention, Aanya's parents and Berte quickly fell in love. The two women stayed with the parents. Finding a temporary boyfriend, considering their notoriety, seemed a hopeless task. A few days after arriving, Berte was invited to speak. It was an autism conference held on the University of Delhi campus, Aanya's alma mater. There Berte met an autistic university student by the name of Zimmer. Berte arranged a date with Zimmer for the following day.
Berte and Zimmer had an all-day date that was extended through the night. Zimmer lived with his parents in a large house with only the three of them. Zimmer and Berte continued the game they had started the previous day. It was to quote famous books, movies, poems, whatever. The next quote had to contain a word from the previous quote. It took an extremely good memory to get through even a few rounds of the game. Berte had an eidetic memory, and Zimmer's was nearly as good. The game went on and on through the day and night, thousands of rounds. In addition to the game, there was a lot of mutual physical attraction. Zimmer was a virgin. Berte remedied that with great mutual joy and playfulness. They started another game to have sex in every room of Zimmer's parents' house. That was a lot of rooms. The parents only caught them twice, and thought it reasonably harmless fun. The parents were overjoyed Zimmer had found a girl and there was mutual attraction. They were all sad that Berte was eventually going to Mars.
In the meantime, Aanya looked into the fate of the dean who had raped her. He had been fired seven years ago after over a dozen young women had come forward to accuse him. Only a few more women dared to come forward after that. Aanya spoke to the police and added her name to the list. The police estimated that the dean probably raped over a hundred victims. Years ago, as the case against him was being prepared, he had died of a heart attack.
Berte came to Aanya's side to comfort her. Aanya felt great guilt. She reasoned if she had come forward at the time of her own rapes, many other young women might have escaped a similar fate. She had spoken to many rape professionals by then. Aanya resolved to make a public service announcement about coercive rape like she had suffered. Because of her notoriety, it was sure to be broadcast widely across all Indian media. The duo made plans for a return trip to Delhi to make the public service announcement. They asked the rest of the crew for help. Aanya's parents were sad to learn about her rape, and they tried to talk her out of making a public service announcement. An admission of rape in Indian culture was stigmatizing to the entire family.
Zach's so-called "hell week" of inseminations ended on Monday, August 24. That afternoon, he was resting in Alexis, holding back a particularly notable batch of semen he had just deposited in her delicious slutty cunt. Colette was curled up against his backside. Charisse and Michaela were close by, intensely 69-ing each other in preparation for their own upcoming bone sessions. Alexis checked to see that Charisse was out of her mind in the middle of a series of orgasms. Then she whispered to Zach, "You're the father."
"Pardon?" asked Zach, rousing from his post-coital stupor.
"Of Charisse's. I ran the test," said Alexis.
"You didn't have to do that," said Zach.
"I know you would have succeeded in not making it matter, my stud," said Alexis. "I know you would have never checked. Fuck that shit. You're welcome."
"Thank you, Alexis," said Zach. "I'm happy mostly for the child's sake their parentage is known."
"Mostly, heh. It's okay to care if you're the child's father, Zach. Lord fuck a duck!" Alexis said. "Thankful, you said? Well, then, you can do me a favor."
"You know that I'd do anything for you. Our relationship is not transactional," said Zach.
"Give me Colette," said Alexis. "I already checked with X. Whatever we figure out is fine."
Zach felt relief. He was not cut out to treat Colette the way he ideally wanted her to be treated. He understood submission to the point of being tied up and unexpectedly pleasured. He understood dominance to the point of throwing his lover down and wrestling her into submission. He could choke and spank if he knew the woman wanted such treatment. He was still not comfortable using the belt. He himself had no interest in being choked. Too much high school wrestling perhaps? He was a big baby about pain, which he considered perfect for him being a doctor. Colette deserved more than him in every dimension of her sexual needs. Alexis was clearly a better choice. But he still had his perverse imagination. "I think we should auction her off to the crew. You know, tie her up. Hang her from the ceiling. Offer free samples. Raise some money for her future care and maintenance."
"How about this," said Alexis. "You let me have her. I promise to auction her off, as a rental mind you, periodically."
"That's it?" Zach said playfully.
"Anytime you want her, any way you want her, I'll make sure she pleasures you, acts exactly like you want, everything. Anytime," offered Alexis. "She'll be your perfect fantasy girlfriend."
"Well, how can I resist that?" said Zach. "All the benefit, none of the maintenance. I agree. And in return, anytime I can be helpful, please invite me."
"You got a deal," said Alexis.
They shook hands even though his penis was still resting in her, which struck Zach as odd. "Let's seal this deal a different way," said Zach. He started pumping his semi-erect penis in Alexis's luscious cunt.
A new lighter week began with Anming on odd days and Becky on even days. They were both sleeping with him, so it was easy work. On Anming's days, her Chinese curses and howls rang throughout the house all night. They alternated on a nightly basis with Becky's characteristic loud shrieks and curses in English.
Ayana got a positive pregnancy test the following Wednesday. She and Khushi were ecstatic. Now they were both pregnant. Aanya and Berte made immediate plans to fly home from Delhi to attend the party. The party was set for Friday night. Ayana promised there would be female strippers.
The doorbell rang, and Becky answered it. "Would you like to buy some Thin Mints?" asked a young woman who was more well-endowed than any of Becky's high school classmates had ever been.
"Come on in," Becky said, and they did. Becky turned and shouted to the living room, "Ayana! Your cookies are here!" Becky led them to the living room where there was a circle of chairs set up. There were six dancing women. They were generally Becky's more average size rather than like the more petite astronaut women. One Latina was the spitting image of Becky, so much so that when they saw each other, they screeched, hugged, and yelled, "Sister!" The Latina's name was Maria. Becky introduced Maria to all of them as "My sister Maria."
Colby explained to Berte that it was a joke because they weren't actually sisters. But it was also serious because they felt like long lost sisters. Berte decidedly did not appreciate it that a social thing could be both a joke and serious at the same time. It was a distressing development.
The music on the women strippers' boom box was not pounding, but soothing and sensual. And they didn't rip off all their clothes instantly and flop their bits around either. Instead, they were almost shy about disrobing. They danced around, traded words, sat on laps, and generally got the lay of the land. They were happy to keep to beautiful dancing and sensual touching with the crew that were not sexually attracted to women. They also identified those attracted to women and got more sexual with them. Zach, Ayana, and Khushi quickly took the sexual bait, and also Colette, Alexis, and Colleen.
There was a rail thin dark black woman Zach's height. She stole his heart the instant he laid eyes on her. She seemed to gravitate to him too, sitting in his lap as soon as she entered the room. She explored his face and blond hair with her long smooth soft hands. "Hello," said Zach, but the woman simply smiled, a brilliant white smile in response.
The other black stripper, petite and cocoa colored, told Zach, "Her name is Abayomi. She doesn't speak English, only some African dialect or other. She is stunning, isn't she? She seems to like you. And we get by with her okay with hand signals."
"Are you falling in love yet again, Zach?" chided Becky, who was sitting nearby with her new sister gossiping away joyfully in Spanish.
Zach ventured to kiss the woman. Soon they were in a full lip lock and swooning over each other. He had to look up to kiss her. She bent down in his lap to kiss him. His cock was growing and pressing against the dark woman's inner thigh.
Colleen and Ayana each had a young bouncy freckled redhead in their lap, perhaps twins. Colleen said, "Was this such a good idea? These beautiful creatures will likely wring every drop of semen out of Zach. Anming needs to get pregnant this week. Oh, and Becky too. I guess it's actually Becky's day today."
"Becky is the new girl? Maria's sister?" asked Ayana. "Sharp as a tack."
"Yes, one of Zach's pre-selection girlfriends, an attorney," said Colleen. "She charmed us so much, we invited her into the bed."
"My gosh, it must be crowded now," commented Ayana.
"We make do," replied Colleen.
"The impregnation problem is easily solvable," said Ayana. "Darlings?" she said, addressing the redhead twins, "Do you see the Latina woman who could be Maria's sister? And the beautiful Chinese woman there? They're trying to get pregnant by that guy this week. So could you let the girls know to make sure he pops off in one or the other of them? Thanks ladies." The redheads quickly gathered their cohort in a whispering huddle, their pretty asses wiggling as they spoke.
Maria spoke to Becky, and Becky said, "I need this." She was wearing her business hentai outfit since she had not changed after work. She removed her pink panties and stuffed them in an inner jacket pocket. She sat next to Zach, chatted with him. She gestured to Abayomi who was in his lap kissing and stroking him excitedly. The dark black woman nodded to Becky in understanding. She dropped to the floor on her knees, unzipped Zach, and fished out his truly impressive member, even half-erect. Abayomi nodded and smiled to Becky and pressed her cheek lovingly up against this new fish she had caught. Abayomi had a taste of it. It disappeared down the the dark woman's throat. Her head bobbed sensually in time to the thrumming, relaxing music from the boom box.
Soon, Zach was incredibly stiff. Abayomi pulled out a female condom and realized it was too shallow to work. Zach almost asked Becky to run and get one of his personal condoms from the dresser. Then he realized those had spermacide. It was the last thing he wanted to push up into Becky's pussy tonight. Abayomi shrugged and climbed on bareback, slowly rocking her vagina down onto Zach's hard penis. "Isn't this illegal?" he asked.
"Actually, no," said Becky. "The local ordinance is that male strippers must use protection, but for females, it's optional. My guess is the city council wanted to keep fucking their favorite strippers bareback. But they sure didn't want their wives fucking any male strippers bareback. That's democracy for you."
Zach was hardly listening. He was in a world of delight. Abayomi's thick-lipped pussy gripped him tightly and excitedly as she struggled to keep an even pace atop him. The feeling was mutual. He opened her shirt and greedily sucked the dark purple nipples of her lean pert teats. This made her hiss in delight. She stopped bouncing on him and instead ground and undulated on him, whimpering, close. She held on to him and shook and moaned in orgasm. She had calculated well though. He was close but not quite shooting yet. She slipped off and ushered Becky on with a smile.
Becky returned the smile and gingerly climbed on and slid down with a moan. "You know I'll always love you," said Zach.
"Yep," Becky replied with a happy grin. "Kiss me." A minute later, Becky shuddered in orgasm and Zach shot three hot squirts all over her insides. It began drooling out. It had nowhere to go in there and gravity was helping. Abayomi came to the rescue with a towel and a smile. Becky and Abayomi high-fived one another. Abayomi pointed to herself in a prompting kind of way. Becky asked, "Are you ready for round two, Zach?"
It turned out that both Zach and Abayomi were up for several more rounds. Soon they had cast off all their clothes. Ayana was attracted to Abayomi, but didn't begrudge her and Zach's mutual attraction. Ayana stripped down and rubbed herself against Abayomi's back as she slowly and deliberately rode. Ayana reached around and felt Abayomi's delicate breasts and nipples and kissed her neck reverently.
Sometime around this time, Becky declared herself to be holding more cum than the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and bowed out. Anming was summoned. Despite her complaint to Colby that it was "a disgusting perversion in front of everyone," she complied. She took off her stretch pants and panties. She waited patiently and with embarrassment beside Zach to receive each straining trickle of ejaculate whenever his critical moment arrived.
Abayomi was purring with joy. She had ecstatically ridden Zach down to a husk. She had received dozens of orgasms in the process. She had flawlessly shot his peaks into either Becky or Anming. Job complete.
Everyone, strippers, crew, and Becky, slipped into Colby's giant outdoor hot tub. It was barely large enough to fit all nineteen of them packed together in giggling slippery naked delight. Everybody was sitting on everybody, and it was all fine. Zach's normally insistently rampant and intrusive cock had been entirely tamed and pacified for the evening by Abayomi.
Zach announced, "Ladies, if you are pregnant or trying to get pregnant, which means everybody but the strippers and me, you should only spend ten minutes at a time in the tub and then cool off. I'm setting a timer. I'll do it with you."
"Seriously?" Alexis complained. "You are a party pooper. I'm going to be halfway to my orgasm frotting on this dear young lady when your alarm goes off. If you clit block me, Zach, I will give you such a noogie."
"I'm serious, ladies, Alexis," insisted Zach. "Soaking in a hot tub during early pregnancy has been linked to neural tube defects. That's nothing to fuck around with. That is all your baby's nerves from their brain to their butt, basically."
They did a few rounds of musical tub where Zach was very strict about the time and Abayomi looked confused. Happily, Alexis was able to squeeze out her orgasm rubbing clits with her favorite stripper. She moaned long and loud as she came. A number of the crew laughed nervously or blushed while she did it. It was so public, and right there in the water with them. She didn't end up giving Zach a noogie.
"Let's do this again soon!" Ayana proposed. The crew had the money. These dancing girls were fun in a more sensual and laid back way compared to the men. While the men provoked and excited, the women were relaxing, soothing, and sensual. This better fit the crew's style of partying. Although, Colby noted, that one big black man had a very nice dick on him.
(To be continued)
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Sigh.. I've been getting behind with my reading lately but I really need to kick myself in the butt to start on this story. It's five pages already and I certainly love me some epic reads ;)
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Love what I've read. Definitely hot :emot_penis: May have to put off work and keep reading. Certainly worthy the time doing it
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Thank you folks! If you can believe it, these are the first two comments ever posted to this story. I was starting to think only I could see it...
Thanks for your positive comments. Never fear, we will make it to Mars!
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Four chapters in and I've been enjoying the story so far. Usually I like for the tension to build slowly, and I don't mind if a few chapters pass before there is any actual sex. So this has been different in that the story jumped right into the action and Zach's been drowning in pussy right from the beginning. But it's been a fun read, and the idea of Zach being the only guy on a crew of 12 certainly has me looking forward to reading how the mission develops and what fun awaits them on Mars ;)
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Four chapters in and I've been enjoying the story so far. Usually I like for the tension to build slowly, and I don't mind if a few chapters pass before there is any actual sex. So this has been different in that the story jumped right into the action and Zach's been drowning in pussy right from the beginning. But it's been a fun read, and the idea of Zach being the only guy on a crew of 12 certainly has me looking forward to reading how the mission develops and what fun awaits them on Mars ;)
These women are astronauts. The crew has just been picked, so the race begins chapter 1. They're on a mission to get knocked up before radiation becomes a problem on August 8. They have no time to lose. They are overachievers. They're going to milk every freaking drop of cum out of Zach he can produce until they all get across that finish line.
From a genre standpoint, this is not really a harem story. It's not some pubescent domination tale. It's about a nice guy trying to do the right thing and the helpful thing, usually. The eleven women control the story from beginning to end, as frankly they would. But it's not like they don't listen to him. It's not like he's a cipher, however eager to please he is. He just doesn't have to have it his way. It's more like they all work together, as astronauts would. And they're human. So sometimes they do the wrong thing. Sometimes they're tempted to abandon the high road. Like all astronauts, they're aggressive competitors who are also highly cooperative.
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63: Saturday August 29, 2043 2100 hours CST: I Could Lose You
These pregnancy parties were getting more and more elaborate. Colette's party was no exception. The crew and Becky had arrived at a warehouse. Inside, it looked like a cross between a Chuck-E-Cheese and a dungeon. No animatronic mice, though. "I am not getting whipped," Zach specified.
Alexis said, "Zach, you big baby. Keep an open mind."
Colleen said, "We don't need to whip him. We can peg him!"
"Please no," laughed Zach.
Michaela said, "Excite him; he will do any-thing."
Six men dressed in black greeted the crew. There were introductions and handshakes all around. The leader said, "Please call me Master. Now, do you all know what a safe word is?"
"Well, sure," said Becky, "as a joke. But I'd feel more comfortable getting a thorough explanation."
"The safe word will stop the action with you if you want to stop or even slow down for any reason," said Master. "Simple."
"I understand," said Becky.
"Here, we have what's called a 'house safe word'," said Master. "In this place, saying 'red' or shaking your head side to side like this if you are gagged or snapping your fingers will stop the action. This way, everyone is on the same page."
"Can we also say GREEN if we want more?" asked Aanya.
Master laughed and said, "Sure."
"I'm a slave, not a sub," said Colette. "I don't have a safe word."
"Hmm, hardcore," said Master. "You must be Colette. You're the guest of honor."
"Yes," said Colette.
"Are any of the rest of you slaves or subs? Submissives, that is?" asked Master.
"Anming and Aanya both have verbal contracts with Zach, is my understanding," said Alexis.
"We do?" asked Aanya.
"Yeah, all that 'my body belongs to Zach' stuff," said Alexis. "That's effectively a sub contract. And you both operate with a safe word of 'red', don't you?"
"I never thought of that," said Aanya. "I like to be mock-raped, you see," she explained to Master.
Master nodded. "Delightful! That would be a good reason to have a safe word."
"I'm merely a dutiful wife," said Anming. "My husband Zachary allows me to clear my intellect of all distraction so that I can work most effectively. He has assigned the safe word of 'red' to me to use. I understand what the safe word is and its use."
"You obey your husband?" asked Master. Anming nodded curtly. He asked, "And does he push your sexual boundaries?" Another nod. "When you're doing sexual things together, are you often tempted to use your safe word?" A pause, and then another reluctant nod. She then lowered her head. "So, which of you is Colette's master?"
"I am her manager. Her actual master is back in France. I have the authority to lend her," said Alexis. "She's yours for the evening." She handed over Colette's leash.
Master turned to Zach. "You're in charge of these other two?"
"Somewhat," said Zach. "They're yours for the evening. They can say 'red' if they object."
"Please, my husband," Anming pleaded. "Don't do this. It's degrading, disgusting, for you to give me to a gang of men." There was fear but also excitement in her eyes.
"Does this have a chance of inspiring you?" asked Zach. Anming dropped her gaze and didn't answer. That meant it did. "That's what I thought."
"Don't worry, any of you," said Master. "Most of the evening will be fun group activities. There will be some time near the end of the evening. You three subs will go off to have a special experience while the rest of you continue to play. Now, let me introduce you all to your first game. It's called 'Pinata Party'."
"Where's the pinata?" asked Berte.
"All of you will be pinatas. You see those thirteen buckets that Len has put out? See that red line? Each of you stand in front of a bucket and put your toes on that red line. Okay, you now all get these hats, at least temporarily. Great. Now, bare butts everybody."
"I beg your pardon?" said Colby.
"I said, bare your ass," said Master. "In your case, that means drop your drawers." Zach pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees. Many of the other women dropped panties, lifted dresses, peeled down stretch pants, and the like. Anming, Colby, Becky, Ayana, and Khushi were hesitating. Master walked right up to Anming and spanked her hard across the ass. "I own you tonight, cunt. You will not disobey me. You will obey me instantly." Tearfully, without a word, she pulled down her stretch pants and white cotton panties to her knees. It looked to Zach like the spank had hurt. He saw the red imprint of Master's hand on her butt cheek. But she was still in the game.
"What is this about?" asked Ayana.
"This is a competitive game, and you must be bare-assed to compete," explained the Master. "You can opt out, of course. If you do, no cannabis candies for you, though."
"I like cannabis candies," said Ayana to Khushi. "Let's do it." Ayana pulled down her slacks and panties. Khushi removed her skirt and dropped her panties.
"What the fuck," said Becky. She removed her business hentai skirt. She already wasn't wearing panties. Zach raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" she said. "I knew this would be another wild night."
Colby was the only one left. "You crazy fuckers," she said. She dropped her panties and wriggled out of her iridescent silver dress. She was now naked except for sensible flats.
"I see some exceptionally beautiful asses here, and in some cases other body parts," said Master.
"Good for you," Colby said, giving Master the finger. "That's the closest you'll ever get, motherfucker." Zach smiled. Colby was drawing attention to herself. He wondered what would happen.
"Ooh, so fiery," said Master. "I both envy and feel sorry for your boyfriend."
"It's Zach," said Colby.
"Also Zach? Dude," said Master, "Congratulations and I'm sorry."
"It's all good," smiled Zach.
"We have a special paddle here," said Master. "We will bring it by and ask you to pick a number between one and five. One is the softest spank and five is the hardest. None of the settings will cause more than passing discomfort. If you take a level one spank, you will get one candy. Level two will get you two candies, and so forth. The first person to get all twenty five candies out of their hat wins. This is kind of a prisoners' dilemma. If you all keep choosing level one spanks, you'll all get all the candies. But if even one of you escalates, all of you need to escalate or lose. What's your name again?"
"Alexis."
"What number do you want?"
"Five," Alexis said with an evil grin. Whack! went the spanking machine. Five cannabis candies fell out of the front of her hat into her bucket.
Half an hour later, all of them had twenty-five cannabis candies in their buckets. They were the kind that were like salt water taffy, except with cannabis. Zach rubbed his ass. It hadn't been that bad. Berte was already gobbling some of her cannabis candies.
"You folks are extremely competitive, aren't you? And you like to stick together," said Master. "Well, the next game is only for you twelve women. It's musical chairs! Except you'll need to be naked. Yes, Colby, it's just because I want to peek at your body. Mmm, look at that slot!" This time, two fingers from Colby. "Oh, yes! You are a lucky man, Zach. Yes, just put your clothes in those bins over there."
The twelve chairs had twelve modest dildos, five inches or so, on them. "So just climb onto one of those," said Master. "There's a bottle of lube under each of your chairs if you need it or want it." The Breeding Bitches, Colette, and Aanya had apparently been worked up enough by the spanking. The rest of them used greater or lesser amounts of lube.
"Unlike regular musical chairs, you just stay sitting there," said Master. "The last one to have an orgasm wins." Each of the chairs started to buzz.
Aanya was the first to orgasm, in about a minute, with a long, low moan. A bell rang and her chair lit up. This was the signal that her dildo had detected the muscle contractions of an orgasm. "The whole look of this place really gets me going," she explained. "And thinking about what might happen to me later." She smiled and happily stayed on her chair to enjoy many more orgasms while the others were battling it out.
Michaela was next to orgasm. "Why wait?" she smiled, and then promptly orgasmed again.
"Jesus fuck," said Becky as her bell rang. "Mmmm..." She stayed seated.
Colby was next. "FUCK!" she cried as the bell rang and her chair lit up. She got off her chair and came over to snuggle up to Zach under his right arm. They held each other as they watched the others compete.
"Ohgodohgod," said Ayana as her bell rang. "You ladies are hot." She stayed seated.
Khushi's breasts looked absolutely amazing as she panted and strained to resist the stimulation. Could her breasts already be swelling due to the pregnancy? Her pair looked spectacular as they always did. Her bell rang. She let out a low moan, stretched her legs out, and stayed put.
"rrrrRRRR-EEP!" Anming climaxed with a shudder. She jumped off and came over to snuggle up to Zach under his left arm.
Berte panted swiftly as her bell rang. "This is nice," she said.
Alexis moaned and her bell rang. "These guys are in it for the competition," she said of those that remained.
Charisse climaxed with a whimper. "Not me," she said.
Colette and Colleen were the only ones left battling it out. Colette was highly trained. Her face was calm, but she was glowing with a little sweat. Colleen's teeth were gritted and there was a fierce look of determination in her eyes. She had the raw right stuff that put her over the top in practically any contest. Zach thought it was very beautiful.
Colleen's chair rang and lit up as she screamed, "FUUUUUUUUUCK!" It was the most intense orgasm Zach had ever seen her have. Colette was declared the winner, and quickly had a spectacular orgasm to celebrate.
The chairs turned off. There were some sounds of protest. "Next is a game for Zach. You should probably wear a condom to be safe unless you're fluid bonded with all twelve of these ladies."
"I am," said Zach.
"You're fluid bonded with all dozen of these women?"
"Affirmative."
"You are the luckiest man in the history of western civilization."
"Aren't I just?"
Master blindfolded Zach. "Okay, Zach, you stand here. This game is called 'Pin the Zach on the Colette'. After we spin him around a few times, Zach is going to hunt around and feel your asses. He is then going to have his way with the lady of his choice. He looks raring to go. Let's have a show of hands to make sure everybody is okay with that. Okay, two opted out." Zach figured it must be Ayana and probably either Becky or Colby. "Would the rest of you ladies stand around him in a circle? Join hands so you can get evenly spaced around the circle. That's great. Now turn away from him, your back to him. Great. Now bend over and grab your ankles." They spun Zach around until he was nearly dizzy. "Zach, go find Colette and have some fun with her. Ladies, try not to make any noise that will tip him off. My assistants will now pass out rags soaked in rum to help you with this."
Zach's erection had gone down a bit when they had spun him around. It came raging up as he began his search. He encountered the first ass. It was round and full, but too short, he figured, to be Colette. He felt the legs. This was Aanya, or Michaela, or possibly Colby. He figured he should go around the circle and do a quick check on height. It was hard to tell. Some of the women were definitely shorter. He was getting urgent. Here was definitely a tall woman, slender, cleanly shaved bare. Plus, the woman hadn't startled or flinched when he felt her pudenda to check for a bush. This had to be her. Plus, she was dripping wet, he felt with his fingers. Colette was always ready to go.
Zach launched his swollen urgent member into what must be Colette's slick hole. "You feel so good!" he remarked. She felt delicious. There wasn't a peep from Colette or any of the other women. That was another good sign he'd guessed correctly. A lot of these women would have trouble silently taking him in a single stroke like this. "Mmm, you're so amazing," he marveled. "It's good to be myself with you now that Alexis has taken over. Mmm, watching you got me so close."
Zach heard some labored breathing through a rag. It had to be Colette. This whole game was crazy but exciting. If this wasn't her, he figured it might be Charisse. He was quite sure Charisse had a more generous ass than this. It might be Khushi, but her ass was definitely bigger than this. Becky had a more slender figure like this, but felt a bit softer, less fit, than this one. No, he had to have chosen Colette. He thoroughly enjoyed that very nice, tight, slick, toned Colette pussy. It was the perfect pussy. "I'm already close. Here I go, honey. RAAAAAAAH!" He put three very nice big dollops into Colette, who, true to her training, didn't make a sound. There was scattered laughter from the women. Had he somehow guessed wrong?
Master whipped the blindfold off Zach. He was buried to the hilt in Ayana, who was looking flushed. She was biting down hard on a rum-soaked rag. "Oh!" said Zach in surprise, then, "Oh." There was a lot of laughter. He didn't know what to do. Would it be more polite to pull right out? Or stay in? Ayana solved his dilemma by slowly walking forward and standing up. He fell out with a splash of semen. She turned around and hugged him sweetly. He hugged her for dear life. It was an embarrassing, disorienting moment. He was happy to see the women were cheering for Ayana. It had been Becky and Colby who had opted out.
"Not half bad, huh?" said Alexis.
"Never bad," said Ayana generously.
"Excuse me," said Zach to Ayana, then regretted saying anything.
"I agreed to play," said Ayana simply.
Not wanting to put his foot in his mouth again by saying practically anything else, Zach just smiled at her.
The group split up. Most of them headed with Zach to a slippery bouncy house with massage oil on the floor. Colette, Aanya, a nervous Anming, and Charisse were headed elsewhere for some BDSM activity tailored to their desires. Before Charisse left, she checked with Zach. "I'm not trying to provoke you."
"Don't worry, it's just a party. I'll want to be with you, always," said Zach.
"You see? That's what I mean about jealousy," said Charisse.
"I mean, in all the good ways, and none of the bad ways," said Zach.
"Are there any good ways?" said Charisse.
Zach thought, and said, "Your child deserves a mommy and daddy who are on the same page. That has nothing to do with who either of us are fucking at any given moment. It has everything to do with us being there for them as a couple."
"This is neither the time nor the place, Zach," said Charisse.
"You're the one who asked whether there are any good ways. That's my answer," said Zach.
"Calm down, Zach. I'm interested in all that. Bye." Charisse left with the others.
In the bouncy house, bouncing around with and sliding up against eight laughing women, Zach rapidly became excited. As he grew dizzy with excitement, he fell and slid up against a smiling prone Ayana against one wall. The walls and floor were bouncing everywhere from the excited jumping and falling of the other laughing women. They clung to each other to avoid bashing against one another. She noticed his urgently erect penis sliding between them. "Wow, you're ready," she smiled, and saw the desperate embarrassed look on his face. "It's okay, Zach," she said.
"Thank you," Zach said. They bounced and slid against each other helplessly. "Wow, um," he said. "This is embarrassing."
"Don't feel embarrassed. I understand, just like earlier. It doesn't disgust me that you find me attractive," said Ayana.
"I've been trying to think of you as a sister," said Zach.
"How has that been working out for you?" asked Ayana.
"Uhhhhhh," Zach moaned.
"That bad? I understand, all these sliding women's bodies are getting me worked up, too. Even sliding against you feels great! Oh, it's slippery good!" Ayana sighed.
"But, um, ohhhhhh!" said Zach. His semen shot out over Ayana's thighs, belly, and chest.
"Ha!" said Ayana. "Look, girlfriends, I guess I'm stealing all his cum from you today." The women stopped and crowded around to see the display. Zach's head was abuzz. Too many cannabis candies? Those things were strong! The waves of the bouncy house died down as the other women came to look. He let the waves slide him against Ayana and spread his slippery cum. As long as she was content with it, so was he. He caught Khushi glaring at Ayana. He could not begin to guess why. Wow, he really wanted to nurse on Ayana's teat, but he resisted the urge. He slid slowly out of the bouncy house as the girls continued to play. He found a towel. He saw that Ayana had gotten Khushi to lick his cum off of her. It was tricky with them bouncing all over the place. He heard some muffled noises from Aanya, Anming, Charisse, and Colette being worked over in the other room. He resisted the urge to peek. They would tell him about it later if they wanted to.
From there, the nine of them moved over to a giant oily ball pit. It was warm. The oil smelled nice. The balls were two inches in diameter and denser than water. They could float, or swim, or go under the surface where they could still breathe.
Zach ran into Colleen, who kissed him. Since she was naked and slippery, he became fully erect. Their kissing became heavy petting. Alexis broke in and asked him to slide into her; she was feeling horny. Colleen nodded and smiled at them. He pushed into an extremely wet and ready Alexis. Colleen knew the Breeding Bitches needed Zach often, and she didn't begrudge it. She swam off.
It was hard for Zach and Alexis to get any leverage. They swam up against one side of the ball pit and did it there, face to face. As he finished in a grateful, moaning Alexis, Berte came to visit and watch the dismount.
Alexis wandered off and Zach relaxed and floated with Berte, suckling at her teats. Ayana came by to talk to Berte while he suckled. The two women kissed for a while. This was interesting. He wouldn't have guessed Berte would be interested in kissing Ayana. They were all stoned on cannabis candies, so perhaps this had something to do with it. Ayana was rubbing his back and ass while she kissed Berte. They were all just loving each other, and it felt perfect.
Michaela came over and grabbed Ayana. Michaela and Ayana kissed and petted each other. He couldn't see under the balls. They were writhing after a short while.
Becky came over and spoke with Berte about how much they both enjoyed nursing Zach. He'd been nursing on one and then the other of Berte's teats for a while. He switched over to one of Becky's teats. Berte stayed close to fool around with Michaela and Ayana, who were breathing hard and looking intense nearby.
Colby came by and spoke to Becky, rubbing Zach as she talked. Becky told Colby how beautiful she was and how Zach's mood had distinctly lifted after they were back together. The two women were complimenting each other back and forth. Colby stroked Zach's hardening cock. She suggested to Becky that she should do it with Zach right then and there in the ball pit. After all, nobody was really watching.
The sounds of Michaela and Ayana trading orgasms nearby was in their ears, making them horny. Zach's penis was hard within a few strokes of Colby touching it. Going with Colby's suggestion, he stopped suckling on Becky and slid his oily urgent cock on her belly. Becky said she was uncomfortable doing it. Colby said she would take him. She invited Becky to stay and kiss them as they did it. Becky decided to wander off and leave them to it.
Zach was starting to get good at making love in the ball pit. He pressed Colby up against the wall and entered her as he had Alexis. He had some staying power this time. Colby came explosively. She was feeling quite horny. Her shouts and swearing collected a crowd.
Khushi sidled up to them and French kissed them both. After having another nice hard, loud, and shaking cum, Colby gave Zach to Khushi. Colby could tell Khushi needed him. He pushed delightedly into Khushi. She was wet, ready, and slick all over with oil. He was able to push her up hard against the wall and get good leverage. Pounding against her and feeling her big oily breasts stroke his chest was heaven. They climaxed together in a moaning, roaring, satisfying tangle of oily limbs. As they rested, he felt her breasts. They were a little sensitive, she reported. Her belly was still flat, but her breasts were definitely at least slightly bigger and fuller. She was becoming a beautiful mommy! The beautiful mother of his child.
They met Anming, Aanya, Colette, and Charisse in the showers. They looked beat but happy. They all jumped into the hot tub together. Master and his crew were busy picking up and didn't join them. Zach enforced the ten minute rule with regard to soaking in the tub.
The women had each been in their own room. Anming described her BDSM experience first. "They gave me a long list of things. Some of these I didn't know and had to ask. I said yes to being held down or choked. I didn't want to be tied up or strapped down. I didn't want their penises in me. They blindfolded me. They held me down and teased me with toys and fingers and tongues. They tickled me. They beat me with a soft whip. It was more like a massage. They used a chain with nipple clamps on me, but I didn't like it and they stopped. They put warm strawberry jam on me. I found out later it was strawberry jam. At first I thought it was a man's seed. They used ice cubes. They licked me everywhere, even disgusting places. They did so many things to me. It was frightening and disgusting and hmm... endurable." Her face told a different story. She'd enjoyed it.
Aanya had the next mildest time. She had been blindfolded, toyed, whipped, and gangbanged by four men using condoms. They had finished in her throat. She described the experience as fun, but more than she would want to do again.
Charisse and Colette declined to describe their experiences other than to say they had been more intense than Aanya's. Colette additionally said that she got to do a number of things she wouldn't be able to experience on Mars for many years to come.
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The following Tuesday, September 1, Alexis got her period. Zach found out when he dropped by to satisfy the Breeding Bitches on his way to work. As they lay in each other's arms, he told Alexis, "I can't go on another bike ride, at least not one involving a gangbang. It was not logistically possible for me to not lie to Trigonometry about that. I didn't know all their names. When they started riding my face as well, I lost count how many. I don't want to be in that position again."
"I understand that our little party in the desert was extreme for you, Zach," said Alexis. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe from those bitchy wives you have over there trying to run your life. We'll never treat you like that. Thank you for indulging me, and thank you especially for indulging my mom. I wanted to give her a special gift before going to Mars. I think I accomplished that." She was beaming. He didn't know how to feel about Alexis's attitude. Her mom, though older and out of shape, had been a pleasing lover. It was water under the bridge. Alexis offered, "How about just you and I go for a bike ride and camp out in the desert?"
"That sounds great," sighed Zach. "Let's plan that." He liked the cold archetypal silence of the desert, the big moon, and the bright stars.
Later that morning, Colby and Anming came to visit him in his office. "We just had brunch with Caine," said Colby. She looked embarrassed. "She agreed. No more shaving, temporary tattoos, or other forms of harassment. She was unaware that a bunch of other women would get bent out of shape at what she did. That seemed to make her contrite. Anming being tight-lipped as usual, Caine had assumed you had caused her scars. I made Anming tell Caine about her torture. Caine cried, Zach. It was moving. She really cares about Anming."
Zach had seen the video calls, and the love in them. "I don't doubt it," he said. "So it seems things went well. Why do you look disturbed?"
Colby looked off into the corner. "Caine is a good kisser," she said.
"You saw her kissing Anming?" asked Zach.
"She kissed me," said Colby, "and I didn't stop her. And yes she is handsome, like you said. And I stopped her..." Colby faltered. Anming looked at Colby with concern.
"It's okay. What did you want to say?" asked Zach.
"She molested me a little," said Colby, annoyed. "While we were kissing, she put her hand under my dress and put a finger in momentarily. I broke the kiss and told her to back off. She did. She's a pervert like you, baby. She smelled her finger, right there in the outdoor cafe, and tasted it. She declared me sweet like oatmeal cookies." Colby seemed relieved, like she had completed her confession.
"Cheeky," remarked Zach, and accurate, he thought. "Are you okay?"
Colby stood up, walked over, and sat in Zach's lap. She kissed him passionately, causing his penis to stir so she could feel it against her bottom. "I just need you to tell me everything's okay, baby."
"Everything is fine," replied Zach. "Are you good now?"
"Yes," said Colby.
"And you, Anming?" asked Zach.
"Yes, my husband," said Anming. "I apologize for my friend's rude behavior."
"Apology accepted," said Zach. "Anming, I want to talk to you about how you've been handling your relationship with Caine. Your relationship wasn't a total secret to me, but it was secretive. Sure, you told me about your initial encounter the next day. You even told me what it meant to you emotionally, which seemed pretty great to me. But then, the rest of it was a secret. You hid your other interactions with her from the rest of us. You hid that your chance encounter had become a romance. You revealed those things to me over dinner. And yeah, it hurt. But I could see that it meant something profound to you. It was teaching you some things about yourself, things about the rape you suffered. I think, I hope, it's helping you to heal the parts of yourself the rape hurt. But you need to know that every time you're secretive about this, it bothers me. It's like you're not trusting me with the real you."
"My husband, it's that I'm ashamed," said Anming. "I don't want to be bad. She shouldn't affect me so. I shouldn't want to be with her."
Zach said, "Don't be ashamed. I think this is something you need. Don't try to be rational about it. This is a role you don't want me to play. I frankly don't want to play it with you, either. She affects you profoundly, so don't fight nature. You do want to be with her now and then, so don't fight it. Do you want to live with her?"
"Heavens, no," said Anming. "She's an abusive drunk and drug addict who lives in squalor."
"So do what you want with her," said Zach. "Just please don't be secretive."
"My husband, I will abide by the rules of our open relationship," said Anming.
It was a very passive no. Should Zach step over it? He could handle her desire to skulk around, he thought. Perhaps it was part of the thrill for her. He should try to calm down about it. "I can live with that," he replied diplomatically. He didn't know what he felt about this. It was what it was.
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The next day at dinnertime, a tearful Khushi appeared on Colby's doorstep. She and Ayana had broken up "for good!" Khushi declared. She said women lovers did not work for her; she was sticking with men. Zach asked her what had happened.
Ayana and Khushi had been fighting for some time about the nature of their household on Mars. Khushi argued that she wanted to live with Zach even if she was exclusive with Ayana sexually. She wanted her children, who were likely to be cis, to grow up in a cis household. Ayana was adamantly against this, arguing that honesty was very important with children. Zach agreed with Ayana, but he kept his mouth shut. There was no reason to further antagonize Khushi.
The argument had grown more heated than usual. During this it was accused and confirmed that Khushi had been seeing Roger Flanners for sex. Roger Flanners was the astronaut Charisse had been seeing before crew selection. It had also come out that Ayana had been cheating with a number of women. Khushi had stormed out. She would go back to get her clothes and things the next day.
Over dinner, the wives cooed over her, dried her tears, and invited her into their bed. They had toiletries for her to borrow for the evening. Once they had cleaned up from dinner, Colby suggested they go to bed early. Everybody liked the idea.
Berte had not shown up for dinner. Zach texted her and got nothing back, which was odd. Colleen texted her and heard back that Berte was fine. She needed some alone time to think about things. She loved them all very much, especially Zach, who should not worry. Also, she was talking to Ben and hoping to go visit him.
Anming had made another date with Caine and was not expected back that evening.
Khushi was dubious about having sex with Zach in front of everyone. She told them she would rather sleep alone in one of the other bedrooms and think about it. Colby showed her to the nearby blue bedroom. Zach spent some oral time on Colby, Colleen, Aanya, and Becky. The four women pushed him out the master bedroom door to go make love to Khushi. He did this with great relish. Khushi showed up some time later in the dark of the master bedroom. She had a towel between her legs, declared Zach insatiable, and said she needed to sleep.
Around 2 AM Zach awoke alone, hard, and urgent in the blue bedroom. He returned to the master bedroom and went through the four other women hourly. When he bothered Khushi again around 6 AM, she let him. The women were used to the disruption and slept through it. This was okay with Khushi. She didn't want to do it with the light on and everyone awake and watching. After Khushi, he carried Aanya away to the blue bedroom. When they had made love earlier, she had asked him for some more intense time. Aanya's muffled orgasmic shrieks continued until breakfast time.
Over breakfast, Khushi asked to join Trigonometry. Colby said she would remain a special guest wife until things were fully worked out with Ayana.
Berte didn't appear at breakfast. Zach texted her to make sure she was okay. He didn't hear back. Colleen got a text from Berte saying she was okay and asking for the week off to visit Ben. Colleen granted her request. He remarked, "Berte says not to worry, but this feels very personal." He checked the Trigonometry schedule and saw that Berte's week was blocked out for Ben. He texted Berte wishing her a good trip. No response.
That evening, international news sources were jubilant that Zach and Khushi were now living in the same household. There was dismay in the US media, who was favoring Colby with Colleen a close second. Not surprisingly, Germany favored Berte, Bulgaria Michaela, and so forth. China favored Anming. The French favored Colette. The Indian public was rooting for Khushi with Aanya a runner-up. Others in South Asia though Khushi and Aanya should share Zach. Geologists were rooting for Alexis. Microbiologists were rooting for Charisse. Everyone had their fan base.
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The next day, Zach heard from Ben. "Berte wanted me to call you. She had some sex with one of your crewmates, and she's worried you'll be angry."
"I can't imagine I would be," said Zach.
"That's what I thought, given you were intending her to broaden herself," said Ben.
"I won't be angry. I was worried because I sent her several texts and got no response. She did respond to Colleen, however, so I wasn't too worried," said Zach. "I wonder why she would think I would get angry. She's already had sex with a couple of her other crewmates at least once. I wasn't angry then. Unless it's Ayana, which would be perfectly fine, though complicated. There was a fairly spectacular breakup between two of the women a couple days ago. When she's ready, she can let me know. Give her my love."
"I will," said Ben. They closed the connection.
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Aanya had enrolled the entire crew to fly to India to help her make her public service announcement. Becky would tag along. They would all fly to Delhi on September 10, in five days.
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NASA publicity begged Zach and Khushi to go out in public together. The two of them talked about it. Khushi asked, "Is there something we could go out and do that would convince NASA to stop asking us?"
"It would be good if it didn't give the press any additional actual information," Zach said. "I might have it. There is this exclusive club in town called the Legendary Club. It's a private club, but they offered to host us. The press isn't allowed in. It has one of the best restaurants in Houston, I'm told."
"Sounds like NASA would ask us to keep going there," said Khushi.
"Probably not," said Zach. "You see it's a restaurant, a bar, and a dance floor. You can go there to just have regular fun. But it's also a swingers' club."
"Swingers, as in people have sex with each other's husbands and wives?" asked Khushi.
"Exactly," said Zach.
"The press will go crazy. NASA will go crazy!" said Khushi. "It's perfect. Are you suggesting that we... swing?"
"I was thinking we would just go there, have a nice dinner, maybe a dance or two," said Zach. "But whatever you want to do, I'm game."
"You know me, Zach," said Khushi. "I'm interested in building relationships. I'm not a sexual adventurer. Are the men there handsome?"
"There's an under forty night that is supposedly the hangout of personal trainers and so forth. Sounds like you're curious," said Zach. "We can play it by ear."
So it was that Zach and Khushi were having a wonderful dinner together in the Legendary Club. The press had been alerted. They had crowded around at the door of the establishment peppering them with questions, none of which they answered. Then they had disappeared inside. "Everybody thinks we're in here swinging," she said, giving him smoky eyes. "We should not be blamed for something we didn't do."
"You're sounding adventurous," Zach said, kissing her. He brushed his credit card over the bill, leaving a generous tip. "Shall we wander over and see what's going on?"
"If you insist," said Khushi, smiling. Evidently, she wanted plausible deniability.
When they went through the door to that part of the club, there was a dance floor. A number of people were mingling and dancing on the dance floor. Some tops had come off, but otherwise it was like a regular nightclub. There was some post-metal rhapsody with a good beat playing. There was a stage. Patrons, generally women, were getting up there one at a time to strip for the crowd. Zach and Khushi skirted the dance floor. A number of women from around the stage came to enthusiastically surround Khushi. They begged her to dance. They had identified the couple. Khushi loved to dance and was flattered by the pleas of the women. It didn't take her long to agree.
A beautiful tall thin redhead in her twenties with lean pert tits and a shaved mons was onstage. She was drunk and beet-red from embarrassment, and not a skilled dancer, but enthusiastically circling her hips. Her drunken girlfriends were egging her on, daring her to spread her vulva. She was giggling and shaking her head. The crowd around the stage was friendly and encouraging. The song ended, and the redhead grabbed her discarded clothes from the stage and ran off, giggling.
The women gently encouraged Khushi up on to the stage. Since she was out in public, she was dressed in a beautiful traditional sari. She had a bindi on her forehead. She looked every bit the proper aristocratic Indian woman. She surveyed the crowd with kindness, as a queen might regard her subjects. Men and women in the crowd were abuzz over who this woman might be. She looked so proper. Was she really going to undress?
The music began. Khushi began to dance and sway in her expert fashion. As she did, she removed the shawl that covered her arms and midriff. She showed off her amazing abdominal muscles, undulating them. She unwrapped the portion of the sari that covered her lower half, revealing a pair of sexy black lace panties. She went into a handstand and did the splits while holding the handstand. She was able to go down into an elbow stand. She undulated her belly and fucked her hips out towards the crowd, still in full splits. It was the sexiest dance move that Zach had ever seen. The rest of the crowd appeared to agree. There was cheering. He got slipped over a hundred calling cards from men and women. He let them pile up in his open palms while he watched, mesmerized. He looked behind himself to see that everybody out on the dance floor had stopped. They were all watching her, too.
Khushi popped back up into a handstand and cartwheeled back onto her feet. She swayed as she unwrapped the top portion of her sari and let it drift to the stage. She danced and swayed in her black bra, panties, and flats. As she continued to undulate her body, she lifted one leg behind her head. She removed the flat and liner from that foot. She did the same with the other leg and foot. Now she was barefoot in a black bra and panties. The crowd roared "Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!" She popped her front clip bra and her knockers flew out with a jiggle, nipples erect. The crowd went wild. The pile of cards in Zach's hands became unmanageable. Somebody gave him a paper bag. He put all the cards into that.
A thrill ran through the crowd as, with a smile, she slid her panties down to the stage. Her bare mons and a tantalizing hint of her nether lips appeared. She did her signature move, at least as Zach thought of it. She picked up one leg and held it close to her body, showing her vulva crack. Her wet vulva lips parted, showing her juicy vagina. He imagined he heard the luscious pop as this happened. The crowd roared. She did more improbable splits, shimmys, rolls, and handstands. Each led to a new display of her wet open vulva and jiggling erect jugs. Each caused a tremendous stir in the crowd. The music ended. She gathered her clothes and left the stage, beaming. He saw by her demeanor and obvious sexual excitement that she'd enjoyed herself tremendously.
The people crowded around her, but were scrupulously polite. There were many requests to touch, which she declined. A number of men had their penises out and had been masturbating. She declined having them put their semen anywhere on her. They politely squirted it into their hands or handkerchiefs. Some of the men's wives accepted delivery into their mouths. Women approached wanting to touch her, but these were declined as well. She was gracious interacting with the crowd as she dressed and rejoined Zach. He showed her the full paper bag of calling cards. Everyone in the room must have given him one.
Khushi locked eyes with one extremely pretty Asian woman sitting at a table across the room. She was probably in her mid thirties, but looked much younger, as Asian women tended to. She was sitting at one of those small round tables and nursing a drink. She was dressed conservatively. Led by Khushi, they sat down at her table. The woman said, "Your dance was so beautiful. I could never have the courage to dance like that." The woman had an easy and spectacular smile. At closer range, Zach saw that this woman could be Ayana's older sister they looked so much alike.
The woman's name was Toni, and she worked for a large IT firm in town. She and Khushi talked about their favorite data analysis tools. Ah, engineers. Aside from the shop talk, Toni mentioned that she was married. Her husband was off in one of the private rooms enjoying somebody else's wife while the husband watched. She had been too embarrassed to join them. She and her husband had done some kissing and light petting in front of the other patrons, that's it. She hadn't felt comfortable with more. She was feeling bored and miffed her husband had left her alone. She had been politely hit on by dozens of men and couples since.
"I can tell that my husband Zach is interested in you, Toni," said Khushi.
Zach thought Khushi was more the interested one, but he played along, saying, "I am."
"I've never kissed a woman before," the woman intimated, fascinated. Khushi leaned over and kissed the woman. They moved their chairs together. They kissed and felt each other everywhere as Zach watched them with spiking excitement. Toni's hand was in Khushi's sari and had popped her bra. One of Khushi's hands was working at something suggestively under the table. Zach sat there as calmly as possible, hands on the table, getting impossibly hard watching this.
Toni emerged breathless from the kiss, and told them, "I think I could, with you." Khushi took her hand and led her towards the doors leading to the private rooms. Zach followed in their wake. Khushi found a tidy room that was nearly full of a king-size bed. It had a bedside table with lube, condoms, and so forth. There was a big plate glass window if you wanted to allow others to watch. Khushi drew the privacy curtains and shut the door.
As Khushi enlisted Toni in undressing Zach, she asked a lot of leading questions. In response, he told Toni repeatedly how beautiful she was. A few moments later, they pulled his pants and briefs down together. They got to see how excited he was. He was flushed, straining hard, and oozing precum. This was the closest he'd probably ever get to the experience of a threesome with Ayana and Khushi. Toni was a bit intimidated by his penis size. Khushi promised, "I will fully prepare you to take Zach. I promise that every moment with him will be filled with pleasure."
"How prepared?" Toni asked breathlessly.
"More prepared than you've ever been," said Khushi. The two locked lips. As they kissed passionately, they slowly undressed each other until they were both naked. Toni had a superb and athletic body, as fit as an astronaut's. Khushi used fingers and lips on a shy and awkward Toni until the woman was moaning and vibrating with excitement. Khushi slickly slid her engorged vulva on Toni's, their legs scissoring together excitedly. This drove Toni past the brink, and the women orgasmed with a surprised croaking screech. Zach, already close, couldn't help but stroke himself. He watched the women slide and press clitorises and repeatedly and wetly orgasm on each other. All three of them were getting more and more worked up. He asked, "Can I, um, cum on your faces?"
"Toni?" asked Khushi.
"Yessss," was all that Toni could get out. Zach let go explosively over their faces. Four stripes began on Toni's beautiful face, in her open mouth and on her chin. From there they traveled onto Khushi's face, all over it, ending in her hair.
"Take a picture," begged Khushi, so Zach did. "We're going to make your husband so jealous," Khushi giggled. They both giggled conspiratorially together like schoolgirls. "Don't swallow yet, let me taste," asked Khushi. Without wiping off, they kissed deeply and slid against each other excitedly. Soon he was rock hard again watching them kiss, writhe together, and climax ever more desperately.
"Zach love, you're hard again," said Khushi. "Watch, Toni, you'll see it's fine. It will touch deep and satisfying places in you." Khushi got on all fours, lining up her vagina. He slickly and gently rocked into her as Toni watched. Khushi closed her eyes and whimpered with every thrust.
"You're amazing, Khushi," said Toni, watching them, excited by the sight. "I'm not sure..."
"Bring your beautiful yoni to me," Khushi told Toni. She motioned having Toni sit in front of her face. Khushi resumed her tonguing, fingering, and sucking of Toni's vulva while he enjoyed Khushi's tight quivering vagina from behind. He gripped two good slabs of Khushi's beautiful bronze butt meat in his strong hands and fucked her deeply. He watched beautiful, almond-skinned Toni, or as he fantasized, Ayana's sister, orgasm on Khushi's expert mouth. This was heaven.
The sight of the women orgasming had the the semen boiling in Zach. Toni's delicate breasts quivered as she whimpered and moaned in climax again and again on Khushi's tongue. Her face contorted in an impossible rictus of pleasure. "RAAAAAAAAH!" His semen poured into Khushi as Toni writhed and cried in an especially powerful orgasm. Then all was quiet. Zach fell and rested over to one side, still buried deep in an oozing Khushi. She in turn rested her head on Toni's leg, her bronze cheeks wet with Toni's excitement.
Toni was still vibrating with excitement, all worked up. Zach gabbed her gently. He saw she was frightened but wanted it, too. He held her legs up and rocked gently into her missionary style. She was very slick. She whimpered and kept her eyes tightly shut. He touched the back of her and still had a little ways to go. He checked in with her. "How are you doing?"
"My husband, he..." Toni began, "I never... It's good. I just, hunh! Yes move." Zach felt Toni's nervous excitement throughout her body and especially in the grip of her vagina. It nervously squeezed and resisted his need to fully claim her. Each time Toni orgasmed more profoundly under him, she opened more to the slick pressure of his penis. Soon he was pounding her up to the hilt. She made different sounds than with Khushi's tongue. They were raucous energetic howls as she shook, pinned under his weight. She was in her own world. Khushi was content to lie back, watch Toni's sanguine enjoyment, and gently play with herself.
It seemed an infinite time later that they were down to the last moments of their dance. Toni's eyes were locked with Zach's. His sweat dripped onto her glowing body. The force of his movements made a sound, pam! pam! pam! "Yeeees!" she squealed, "Yeeees! Don't stop! Cum in me, Zach. Fill me up. Huh! Yes! Ohmygod! It's coming! Do it! Do it! AAAAAAGH!"
"RAAAAAAAH!" Zach cried. He ejaculated with a spasm hard into the stretched extent of Toni's pussy. Holding. Holding. Another squirt. Holding. Shuddering. Satisfying his need. Sowing his seed deep in her tight furrow.
"Oh hot," Toni moaned, shuddering.
"It's good, isn't it?" Khushi smiled.
"Yes," Toni and Zach said in unison. They were one.
Afterwards, parked on a side street away from the press and their crewmates, Zach and Khushi debriefed. Khushi said, "It felt exciting to get a girl for you Zach, to watch you enjoy her. I loved preparing her for you, getting her all excited for your hard cock. I also enjoyed when you took me forcefully from behind. I felt proud that I could keep my mouth on Toni the whole time and keep her hot for you."
"I enjoyed all of that, too," said Zach. "It seemed to me that you were enjoying Toni as much or more than I did."
"Don't be like that. That was simply me anticipating watching you enjoy Toni, nothing more," insisted Khushi. "I'm done with women for myself."
"So you didn't notice the resemblance between Toni and Ayana?" asked Zach.
Khushi scoffed. "Toni is a much more mature and sensible woman. Such a pleasant personality, so easy-going. Completely the opposite of Ayana."
"If you say so," said Zach, smiling. "I know you'll work out your feelings towards Ayana. Regardless of the outcome, I think you've been good for each other so far."
"I still believe Ayana is my soulmate," said Khushi. "Soulmates can still be just friends. It's the right way to live. I want to raise my child in a normal household."
"At any rate, you need to make up with your soulmate," said Zach.
"She doesn't want anything to do with me for the time being. I am fine with that," said Khushi. "I am through with her lying and cheating."
Zach drove them home to Colby's.
Colleen was gone that evening. She'd gotten her period. Zach called her. "Are you okay? This is a time you should have cuddles."
"I'm not exactly okay, but I'll be fine, Zach. Time to demote you. Shape up!" she quipped.
"Why are you keeping to yourself at a time like this?" asked Zach.
"I didn't want to get everyone bloody," said Colleen. Bullshit, thought Zach. "And, the sex is so continuous with you." Now we're getting to it, he thought. "There are all these other women around, and still every night, once or twice a night. Even without all the other women, I've never had a man at me so continuously, Zach. And the weird thing is, I want it when it comes. The hormones are so thick. But I'm low level sore all the time. I'm not sure how to solve this problem."
"There's nothing I love more than being inside you," said Zach. "I love seeing the pleasure on your face as we enjoy each other."
"I know you do, Zach," said Colleen. "I love it, too. I'll take a few days, then jump right back into the fray, okay?"
"Perfectly okay," said Zach.
"I know it's more work, but after the first time on a given night, would you have my backside?" pleaded Colleen. "You know I'm an anal pro from my misspent youth. I don't think you've had me back there since we were first dating. I know it means you have to get up and wash after, but it would really help even out the wear. I'm not sure if it will be enough, but it's worth a try."
"Sure thing," replied Zach. "Now, will you come home?"
Colleen dodged the question. "Who's Sarah Wilson? I saw that you put her on the Trigonometry extracurricular activity calendar a few days ago." Zach squeezed his eyes shut and silently prayed that Colleen didn't have Alexis's mother's name memorized. It had happened again innocently, at least from his standpoint. He and Alexis had gone on their bike ride, just the two of them. Alexis had asked whether her parents could join them at their camp. Perfectly innocent. Should he have said no? After their arrival, they'd all talked and joked convivially around the campfire.
Then there had been a surprising development. Alexis started kissing and petting with Alexis's mother's man, who he had always assumed was Alexis's father. Alexis's mother quickly explained the man was Alexis's stepfather, and they'd always been very affectionate. Affectionate was an understatement, since Alexis was by then moaning out an orgasm as her stepfather shot his wad onto her face. Shortly thereafter, Alexis had dragged her stepdad back to her parents RV, leaving him and her mom with the tent. Her mom had smiled silently and sweetly at him, then. He figured, what the heck. He'd given Alexis's mom Sarah quite the night after that, and had quite a pleasant night himself.
"Zach? Cat got your tongue?" asked Colleen.
"Oh, she was just some woman I met by happenstance. It was the craziest thing," Zach explained.
"Well, thanks for being honest. Sounds like an interesting story if you wanted to share further sometime," said Colleen.
"Oh, it was really nothing..." said Zach. He hoped he didn't sound too embarrassed.
"Well, then. Make all our other wives bowlegged thinking of me, okay? Heh heh," said Colleen.
"You know I will," Zach said with relief. "Come back soon, or I'll chase you."
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Soon it was September 9, the day before the crew was scheduled to fly to India. Berte came back from Portland. She came to see Zach in his office. They hugged and kissed. She seemed every bit as excited to see him as usual. "It will be great to have you back home tonight," he said.
"I'll be staying with Ayana," said Berte. "She needs me."
"I need you," said Zach, blindsided.
"We'll all fly to India together tomorrow," said Berte. "I'll see you then." She walked out of his office and shut the door behind her. Was she testing him? If so, how did she expect him to respond?
Zach called Ayana. Things were going well between them. He figured this development warranted a chat. "It seems we've swapped wives, at least temporarily," he said.
"That's news to me. Is Berte coming over?" asked Ayana.
"That's what she told me," said Zach.
"That's great news," said Ayana, sounding genuinely cheered by the news. "I hope it's okay with you," she added.
"It's obviously what she wants," said Zach. "That's always going to be okay with me."
"You should know she talks about you all the time," said Ayana.
"That's sweet," said Zach.
"It's a little annoying, to be perfectly honest," said Ayana. "But it's fine. These girls want what they want. Let's see if we can share."
"I'm game," said Zach. "I know Khushi misses you. She still says you're her soulmate. She's having problems reconciling your future plans with her family values. I've been trying to calm her down."
"Berte enjoys the sex with me," said Ayana. "But more than that, I think she enjoys the exclusivity. With you, there's all those other wives buzzing around. Over here, it's just her and me. She wants that. I don't think it would have to be all the time. Just some of the time, she should get the feeling of being your one-and-only. Think about it."
"That's good advice," said Zach. "I will. I think some of the other wives are missing that, too. Frankly, I'm missing the ability to focus on just one of them for a spell."
"Funny story," said Ayana. "I took Berte to a coffee shop. The barista asked her something neutral like 'how's it going?' Berte launched into a graphic description of our lovemaking. The barista was sweating and blushing after that. She was super cute, too. I almost asked her when her shift ended. It would've been sweet to drag her home for some three-way action."
"That sounds like Berte," said Zach. "She doesn't hold anything back. Well, okay, enjoy Berte. Give her back sometime if she wants, okay? I'll work on the exclusivity thing."
"Sure thing," said Ayana. "You take care of Khushi."
"I promise," said Zach.
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The crew, Becky included, flew to India the next day, the 10th. Between the Breeding Bitches and Aanya, Zach was in constant use. He was always being led back to one of the two washrooms at the back of the plane. Finally, the head stewardess had a talk with Alexis. They agreed to let them use the stewardess area at the back of the plane. This allowed the restrooms to be available for people needing to relieve themselves in the more mundane fashion.
The veteran stewardesses played a trick on the rookie stewardess. They sent her back to get the drink cart while Zach and Michaela were going at it like rabbits. The young woman pulled back the curtain to find Zach standing and pounding Michaela down on his dick from behind. All of Michaela's bits were on display to the startled girl. Zach's big cock was also in full view disappearing slickly and improbably into Michaela's tiny quim. It was quite a sight. At first, the young woman hastily drew the curtain shut. After a little while, she crept into the area, trying not to look but looking anyway, and hastily rolled the drink cart out.
They spent a day in their hotel rooms in Delhi recovering from jet lag.
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The next day, the 12th, they shot the public service announcement. The production team was wonderful. Aanya was a star. There were several takes, some earnest, some teary, some sedate. By the end of the long day, the director felt he had more than enough material. The crew left to walk back to their hotel only a few blocks away in downtown Delhi.
The streets were full of color, spectacle, and people. In this tumult, Zach saw something that chilled his blood. A young man walking up behind the crew was holding a semiautomatic pistol.
(To be continued)
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64: Saturday September 12, 2043 1500 hours IST: Move Over
Colleen saw Zach flinch when he spotted the young man with the automatic pistol. She looked over her shoulder and spotted the gunman as he was raising the weapon. Quicker than Zach could see, she had crossed the distance between herself and the gunman. There was a loud crack as the gun went off.
The gun went spinning into the crowd. A moment later, Colleen had incapacitated the young man. Ayana screamed and sat down on the sidewalk. There was blood all over her leg. Zach rushed to her side. An instant later, Khushi was right there holding her. Colby and Berte both dialed 100, which is the emergency number for the police in Delhi.
There was a lot of blood. Zach saw the bullet had passed through Ayana's leg without hitting the bone or any major arteries. He had Khushi and Aanya put pressure on the entry and exit wounds. He noticed that the gunman, over which Colleen was standing, was in distress. He told the rest of the crew to carry Ayana into the hotel lobby. The hotel staff would administer first aid.
Zach rushed over to check on the young gunman. He was, in fact, convulsing. This was not Colleen's doing. It looked like poison. He swept the gunman's mouth to clear his airway of any potential obstructions. The gunman had no pulse. He had Colleen start CPR. He checked the gunman's pupils. They were dilated and unresponsive.
By the time the first police arrived a few minutes later, the gunman was clearly dead. Zach didn't know whether he had the authority to call the time of death. He recorded the time anyway. It looked to him to be poison, a nerve agent, perhaps. Given the body might be contaminated with it, he advised the police not to touch the body. They left the police to manage the body of the gunman. They went into the hotel to wash and check on Ayana and the rest of the crew.
More police were in the hotel lobby questioning the crew. Alexis and Michaela had retrieved the gun with a scarf and put it in a paper bag. More and more police arrived. There was a concern that this might be part of a larger planned attack on the crew.
The ambulance arrived a short time later. Khushi rode with Ayana in the ambulance. The rest of the crew followed them to the hospital in a number of police cars. A squad of police with body armor and automatic rifles showed up at the hospital. They were there to guard the crew. The police detectives asked a few more questions then left.
Because of Zach's prominence, they allowed him in to see Ayana in the emergency room. She was very conscious and in a fair amount of pain. She had warned the hotel staff and ambulance crew that she was four weeks pregnant. The ER doctor gave her a local anesthetic for her leg. She had lost a fair amount of blood. The wound was clean. There were no bullet fragments in the wound. The ER doctor and nurses disinfected and packed the wound and elevated her leg. There was nothing more to do.
She was taken to a hospital room on the third floor. The crew and their armed escort took the stairs. Khushi asked Zach questions on behalf of the whole crew. They were happy to find out that Ayana was in no danger. She would probably have no lasting ill effects beyond two small scars.
The hospital allowed the crew to visit with Ayana one at a time. They allowed Khushi to stay in the room. There were policewomen as part of their detail. They went into the restrooms with the women when they went to use the facilities. The Delhi police were taking no chances. Becky shared sadly with the crew that in all the shock and commotion she'd just gotten her period. Anming admitted tearfully that she had as well. There were group hugs and promises of stiff drinks to come.
Colleen was the hero of the day, having dispatched the gunman. It was a miracle that nobody other than Ayana had been hurt. The crew gave a rousing cheer for Colleen. The hospital staff politely asked the crew to leave. Khushi stayed with Ayana. The hospital staff gave up on trying to pry Khushi away.
A squad of armed police stayed at the hospital to watch over Ayana and Khushi. The rest of the police transported the crew back to the hotel in an armored van. The hotel had moved the crew up to their penthouse suite. The government was paying for the suite since it was easier to secure.
Alexis insisted that the crew, Becky included, must throw a "We Survived!" party. She invited the squad of police officers to party with them, but they declined. They were on duty. She said there would be nakedness and dancing, so if they were not joining, they should go out. They decided they could guard the entrance to the private elevator and stairwell on the floor below. They left the woman in their squad to oversee the party.
Alexis organized the party quickly. She declared that each of them would take Zach into the bedroom one at a time. The rest of them would have fun and await their turn through the night. She proposed that Colleen the hero should go first. They would draw cards for the other positions. "Speech!" they cried.
"Sack has been a good boy all day," began Colleen. There was laughter. "I start my fertile week day after tomorrow, so I might already be fertile. I promise to use Sack wisely and thoroughly. I promise you all that I will elicit his deepest, hottest, flood of semen yet into my baby box."
"Too late," said Alexis, "I got that one."
Berte piped up, "No, me!"
"Please," drawled Michaela, "was swimming in bedsheets many times."
"You're dreaming, girlfriends," Colby piped up. "Last week my baby delivered that one right here." She patted the front of her slacks.
Colleen ignored them all and continued. "I promise that his penis will be hard and throbbing as he does it. I promise to have the most precious moment of my life as he does it. In more literal terms, my fellow crewmates, that means a big huge honking orgasm. What more assurance can I give?" There was wild cheering. She grabbed Zach's hand to lead him to the bedroom. He noticed as they left that the policewoman was blushing deeply. Given her bronze complexion, this was saying something.
Colleen closed the bedroom door and shed her clothes. "Lover, I'm counting on you not making me a liar."
"Sure thing," said Zach. Given Colleen's toned body, blond muff, and perfect tits were rapidly appearing, his vocabulary was dropping rapidly.
"One Berte special, over easy, dearest," Colleen requested, climbing onto the bed. Zach crawled onto the bed after her and savored the tart healthy flavor of her vagina. He ventured two well-manicured fingers into her anus. She was slick back there. She had obviously prepared herself earlier that day to be taken anally. He licked and sucked lovingly around her nether lips and clitoris. He stroked her g-spot through the thin wall separating rectum and vagina. He explored and gently stroked her cervix through the wall. Soon she rocked her hips, and with a grunt and a shimmy, had her first orgasm.
Zach continued to work Colleen's pussy and anus with his fingers and mouth. He reached up to play with her nipples as well. Soon she was arching her hips and dancing around the bed with multiple orgasms. After a long, delicious time, she whimpered for him to please fill her.
Zach threw off his clothes. He was rock hard, as it usually made him desperate to pleasure Colleen with his mouth for so long. He had wet his boxer briefs prodigiously with precum. She was dribbling with her slick excitement. He was able to rock into her in a few strokes. It was like entering heaven without the penalty of actually dying.
Colleen being fairly limber, Zach squished her up underneath him so that her knees were almost rubbing on her ears. He took her in long, deep, smooth strokes as she sighed and quivered. Soon she tensed, and tensed more, and then with an "Oh fuck me Zach!" she came with a mew.
Colleen felt in Zach that he was already near desperate. "You want to cum in me, huh, Zach? You're going to knock me up this time? Knock me up deep? Here's my egg for you, sweetheart. It wants your big batch. It wants it so bad! It wants to be gang-raped by your tadpoles. C'mon Zach... Ohgod! I want it so bad! FUCKING GANGBANG MY EGG!!!!"
"RAAAAAAH!!" roared Zach, pushing and pulsing a flood of sperm into the back of Colleen. He could almost feel his balls whither as he poured all his love and energy into her core and heart. With a moan, his hips released with a slosh as the extra cum trickled out between them.
Colleen purred and held him close. "This is going to be such a good week, my love! I'm feeling a lot less sore now that you're taking my backside on the regular. I'll be ready for you anytime, lover. Front or back, whatever and whenever you wish this week."
"You make me want to surprise you a few times," Zach smiled.
"I know you want me on my desk in my office," said Colleen. "Fuck me on my blotter, Zach. Make me have to throw it away. Who else have you got this week?"
"Alexis, that's it," said Zach.
"Hmm, easy, she can have the other half," said Colleen. She gripped him tightly with her arms and heels. "Don't worry about Berte, sweetheart."
"I'm not worried about Berte," said Zach.
"Don't bullshit me," said Colleen. "You need to know she loves you very much. She wouldn't be doing her exploring unless she had utter confidence in your love. She's doing this for you, to be a better lover for you, a more experienced lover."
"I admit, I was worried when she wasn't communicating," said Zach.
"You have to realize that's her by default," said Colleen. "Everything has to be lined up for her to communicate. I work with her on that. She knows people worry. She just remembers that afterwards. She loves you Zach, like that first love you're never rid of. Pure and eternal."
"Okay, okay," said Zach. "What prompted all this?"
"I hate to see you grimace and worry, dearest," said Colleen. "And it probably lowers your sperm production."
"Now I get it," said Zach.
"That's me, all selfish, all the time," she sighed, holding him tight.
Some time later, the couple emerged naked. Zach's genitals had been newly washed from being in Colleen's rectum. That had been the "over easy" part. Thus, he was ready for the next in line. Colleen was smiling, dripping, and bowlegged. "Mission accomplished," she croaked.
The next card was drawn. "That's me, queen of spades!" yelled Colby. She grabbed Zach, whipped him about face, and slammed the bedroom door behind them. She quickly shucked her clothes. "Baby, you're going to have nothing left for those other b- I mean, fellow ladies. Oh yeah..."
This latter because Zach had gotten on his knees and was sucking her titties. "These look so full and yummy. I think they're growing."
"Well, they've been sore," said Colby. "Ahh!" This because Zach was now nuzzling her growing pubic hair. It was fuzzy. It was furry. It had character. He loved it. He ran his nose through it and through it until she finally said, "I love you, pervert. Now eat me out. You're making me want to climb up your face."
Zach held Colby by her delicious ass and lifted her as he stood. She had to weigh less than 100 pounds. He kept lifting her until she touched and steadied herself on the high ceiling. He gently lowered her vulva onto his salivating mouth. As she came close, he got a whiff, and said, "Oh, sweet oatmeal cookies!"
"You'd better- Jesus! Oh yeah!" Colby cried as Zach nibbled and sucked her lips and clitoris. He held her there comfortably for several minutes, licking and sucking. She sat on his hands, her hands on the ceiling, steadying. Her legs and vulva were spread deliciously for him. He was licking and suckling her nectar joyfully.
Zach climbed onto the bed, still holding Colby to his face. He lay down under her and kept suckling her vulva and clitoris wetly. She moved for him, indicating exactly what she wanted and how hard. "Oh yeah, baby!" She shook in orgasm. He ventured a slick finger through her anal sphincter.
Colby rode Zach's face with a moan, a quiver, and a shake, through several orgasms. His penis was rock hard and quivering just from the smell and taste of her. She spit on her hands and stroked it as she quivered her way through her latest orgasm.
Colby's growing excitement and abandon was communicated well to Zach through her grasping, quivering thighs. Her spitty hands and fingers stroking his penis thrilled with pleasure, excitement, and love. He moaned loudly into her vulva and strained as he ejaculated once, straight up into the air. It splashed and globbed over her tiny hands and arms.
Colby yelped with excitement. "Aw, baby, I gave you our first handy. We should have done this that first night, but, huh, you were up under my dress too quick that time. You're such an oral gentleman! But now I know, I love to see you shoot! We gotta do that some more. Okay, I'm not wasting any more." She climbed onto Zach without further delay. She groaned as she stretched herself on his dick to her familiar juicy limit.
A good hour later, the couple emerged. "I'm going to need a towel to sit on," said Colby. She stood proudly nude before all assembled. A glob of Zach's semen rolled slowly down the inside of her tawny ebony thigh. The policewoman tried to look away, and instead her gaze landed on Zach's glistening semi-erect tool. She licked her lips nervously.
"Here you go, sweetheart," said Alexis, handing Colby a refreshing cannabis milkshake and a towel. "My turn," she said, disappearing into the bedroom with Zach.
In barely an hour, Alexis had exquisitely wrung all the pleasure she craved out of Zach. As always, she treated him like a king. He was more enervated at the end of their lovemaking than he was at the start. They rested in each other's arms. Alexis said, "My mom can't stop raving about the night you gave her."
"She taught me some things," sighed Zach. "I wanted to go the extra mile to give her a special time. It was quite a workout, but worth it."
"She looked near death when she staggered out of my tent in the morning. By her account, you two didn't sleep."
"The fact she's your mom gets me unbearably horny," Zach admitted. "She didn't stop getting orgasms, so I didn't stop giving them, and getting my own. She kept having the most nasty suggestions for how."
Next in line was Berte, who wanted to sit on his face. She talked to him about what was on her mind. She said, "I miss Ayana. Yes, right there. She's back with Khushi now. She's extremely good at this. You should get lessons from her, Zach. Maybe they'll invite me over. Will you get them to invite me over, Zach? Oh that's right, my cat has got your tongue. Ha ha! Get it? Oh! You're getting me there. Sometimes it's better slower, like you do it. By the time I get there, I'm so desperate. Yes. And Ben is so wonderful. And you love me. And Ben loves me, but he mostly loves Jenny. I like Ben's kisses. I think it will be good with Maxwell. I liked that stripper, but he had to use a condom. Maxwell got tested so we don't have to use a condom. I like a good dismount. I'm thinking about his big dick filling me with semen. How it will thrust. Oh... I'm cumming! Thank you. I'm looking for lovers who are better than you so I can learn something. Our loving makes it biased, but I think I can be objective. I hope we have another pregnancy party soon. Enough dwelling on Ayana. I feel a tickle when I'm with someone other than you, my husband. I feel a nasty cheating tickle. It's not guilt, it's just... feeling nasty. Oh... I'm cumming! Still cumming! Oh, that was a good one. So I want you to tickle my tickle now. I want you to punish me for being such a cheating slut. I want you to call me a slut, a whore, a cunt, and anything else you can think of. I want you to fuck my ass really hard and spank me. Then I want you to fuck my throat and make me eat my own ass juice. Get revenge on me for being your bad girl, Zach." Zach threw Berte off his face and made her wishes come true.
It was Colette's turn. They shut the bedroom door on the crowd. She told Zach, "Turns are not my style." He knew. She nursed him, and they talked for a while. He asked her about her life with Alexis. She assured him that Alexis was caring for her very well. She stroked his hair and encouraged him to nap, and he did. Colleen, Colby, Alexis, and Berte in quick succession had exhausted him.
An hour later, Colette woke Zach up. She had undressed the rest of the way while he slept. He badly needed to pee. He got up. She got up and followed. "Please use your piss on me, Zach," she asked, climbing into the tub.
Zach stood above Colette, who was on her knees in the tub in front of him. "I've asked lots of women to pee for me, but this is really hard," he confessed.
"It's okay," soothed Colette. "Take your time. You need to, so it shouldn't take long. If it helps not to piss directly on me to start with, or close your eyes, do whatever helps." Minutes passed, and then a trickle began from Zach's penis. She eagerly intercepted it with her mouth and began swallowing it. He was a bit rattled by this, but it was painful to stop peeing once he had started. Helplessly, he hissed it out harder and harder as she drank it. It overflowed. She caught it on her face and body until he had no more.
After a quick shower, she said, "Alexis directed me to do something sexual with you that you'd never experienced before. I think that was a success."
"Hmm," said Zach. "It doesn't do anything for me, but it was interesting."
Colette said, "For me, it's somewhat sensual. It's getting mentally into the humiliation of it that makes it sexual for me. And it turned me on that you'd never done it, and your struggle. It was so genuine. I witnessed a special moment."
Becky was next in line. "I'm bleeding all over the place, so let's just talk, okay?" she requested.
"I'm fine with that," Zach agreed. He nursed. Becky set an alarm and they took a short nap together. She stayed clothed.
Charisse was on edge and dizzy on cannabis wafers. Zach noticed that her breasts, as with many of the pregnant women, looked generous and phenomenal. "I need you in my flower, lover," she declared. He was hard with a few strokes of her throat. She climbed on and poked and slid herself on him in her favorite ways to get orgasms from him. At the end of her ride, she tensed and wiggled on him to get him to explode in her. She moaned out her final orgasm feeling a squirt of his hot cum kiss right onto her cervix. Her ride was rejuvenating.
It was a good thing, because Aanya was desperate for sex and out of her mind on cannabis wafers. The moment Zach appeared with Charisse, Aanya leapt into his arms. She moaned expectantly, "Oh you rape me so hard, you bad man." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Berte explaining this to the policewoman.
In the bedroom, it took a while before Aanya looked moderately satisfied. They had an extended bout of ass fucking. After Aanya cleaned off Zach with her mouth and got him hard again, he fucked her in her tight slot. After Aanya drained him into her thirsty vagina, the couple reappeared. Zach especially looked the worse for wear. "Who's next?" he asked.
"I am, my husband," said Anming. "But I have a difficulty." Zach walked across the room, took her hand, led her to the bedroom, and shut the door. "Please, my husband, it's dirty," she pleaded. He pushed her down on the bed and removed her panties. The pad on the crotch of her panties had a bit of dried blood on it. He lubed her opening and his cock with lube from the bedside table. Over her further protests of "It's dirty! It's dirty!" he pushed into her. Within minutes, she was orgasming loudly. He knew she was at her most wound up sexually around her periods, yet she resisted him. Despite her plaintive protests, her loud, abandoned orgasms reassured him that he wasn't abusing her. Afterwards, he carried her to the shower.
Zach confiscated Anming's clothes. She was naked returning to the party, naked in front of the police woman. She complained that Becky had been allowed to keep her clothes. He said, "Becky is not my wife." He allowed her a dry washcloth. She could dab off any semen or blood that appeared. She had something to sit on.
Michaela took Zach into the bedroom and had him expertly, invigorating him as she tended to. She got every last moaning, mewing orgasm she wanted while doing it. As they were resting together, he sighed, "That was a good way to finish up my contribution to the festivities."
"Not yet," said Michaela.
"Who have I forgotten?" asked Zach. "Is Khushi back?"
"Wait and be calm, my hard working stallion," suggested Michaela. "There is one who has been lusting and aching for your touch all evening. I will send."
"I will wait," said Zach, confused. Michaela left the room, dripping semen from both holes. It must be that someone wanted seconds. He hoped that everyone didn't want seconds by now!
The door tentatively opened, and as if coaxed from behind, the policewoman staggered into the room, blushing. The door clicked shut behind her. "Oh it's you," smiled Zach. The woman was 5'5" and looked well-built. Her eyes were downcast, but he had caught glimpses of her earlier. She had that kind of regal gaze Indian women seemed to specialize in. He rose from the bed. "This won't get you in trouble, will it?"
Her eyes still downcast, she said in a quiet voice, "I got off shift five minutes ago." She continued, "Your crewmates out there, they are insistent and persuasive."
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," said Zach. With a gentle finger, he lifted her chin so their gazes met. There it was: strong, excited. Her breathing was so excited she was practically panting. "I'm Zach, by the way."
"I know who you are," she said. "I've seen the media. Maira. Is my name." Her lips were luscious. Her eyes were so dark and intense. "Your friends have my number, as you say in the states."
Zach bent down gently, tentatively, to kiss Maira. Her luscious lips parted wetly. Her tongue was nervous, excited. He broke the kiss, and she gave a sigh, to catch herself. They looked at each other closely, and smiled. Her eyes widened to dark beautiful orbs. Her eyebrows were lovely.
Zach led Maira over to the closet. He unbuttoned and hung up her natty uniform jacket. Quite a large semiautomatic pistol in a shoulder holster confronted him. He unhooked it and hung it up. She interrupted him and took the pistol out of the holster. She cocked it, put the safety on, and set it on the bedside table. This woman did not fuck around. "I hope I don't get a negative review," he said.
Maira smiled at Zach, "Don't worry your pretty head."
Maira's little tie and crisp, white silk blouse went into the closet next. Her state-of-the-art body armor fit her like a catsuit. Zach unzipped it. He found out she was a bit less stocky and a bit more well-endowed than he'd thought. She was a bit sweaty inside that armor, no shock there. His weight estimate of her went from 140 down to 120 or less. That body armor was heavy. Her breasts went from supposed C-cups to yummy D's, maybe a bit bigger. She smiled when she saw his eyes dance a little at this revelation. Her slacks had to come down to fully get her out of the armor. It protected her abdomen all the way down and was strapped with velcro under her crotch. Her sensible flats, socks included, went next. She had an ankle holster with a backup weapon, a small revolver. These articles were followed by her slacks, the rest of the way.
Maira was left in matching bra and panties, simple, cotton, gunmetal gray. The crotch of her panties was soaked. He popped her bra, which was front clasp. His big hands were suddenly full of two breasts, holding them. He stroked them, and knelt at her feet to roll her soaked panties down her legs. He set them both on a chair to dry. She had a generous black curly bush. He was elated and buried his nose in it. She laughed and grabbed his head. It tickled, she was tense, and the move was unexpected. Her smell thrilled him. She smelled excited. She'd had something spicy for lunch, seafood. A gun oil or body armor kind of smell was there, too. Maira the bodyguard.
Zach lifted Maira and carried her to the bed. He was hard for her. She had seen his penis in various states of erection through the evening, so she wasn't surprised. "Go slow," she said. He laid her on her back and began kissing her inner thighs. She looked down her body at him, a queen, accepting the adoration of her subject. She sighed as he nibbled with his wet lips on her vulva.
Maira's first orgasm sounded like, "Ugh..." Her body was arched tensely so that her generous round ass was hovering significantly above the bed. It was an extremely profound orgasm. Zach figured she knew only too well how the bedroom sounds carried to the crowd of women outside. She was trying to hold it in. She was feeling a bit shy about making any noise.
Maira was gripping Zach's hair very tightly and grinding, grinding when her second orgasm overtook her. She stifled a moan through gritted teeth. Her next one, a thrashing one, elicited a full bodied moan. It seemed she was loosening up by the time of the next one. Her voice was a different register, more vulnerable, a piercing cry. Shortly thereafter, her whole body shook and she let loose a full throated howl. She had given up on keeping quiet.
Not long after, Maira's hips flinched away from Zach's tongue, and it was time for the main event. "Go slow," she warned again. She seemed plenty slippery, but he lubed his penis anyway. He started by sliding his penis along her slot and tapping her opening with the head. From there, he slowly rocked into her. When he got to the two thirds mark, she tensed up. He slowed down and stroked in and out of her until she was past it.
Soon Zach was tapping the back of Maira, and she was wailing out orgasms. She said, "You fill me!" It was both an observation and a command. In between, she muttered in Hindi. As he got close, she was breathing hard. As she felt his short strokes, she said, "Inside. Do you hear? Stay in." He made his last few thrusts and locked into her.
Zach always seemed to have a ton of semen in him for a new woman, and this was no exception. He came and came. He came so hard he felt like an empty husk afterwards. It felt so right, so satisfying, all the way down to his toes. At the end, there was quiet and warmth. Maira's generous lips and tongue grappled passionately with his. Her breasts were right there to suckle. "I don't want this to end," he said greedily. It was almost dawn.
"I'll be back tomorrow," said Maira. "I'll be off at 4 AM as before."
"I'll be waiting," said Zach.
The crew awakened to see that all hell had broken loose in the morning video tabloids. Videos were out of Ayana and Khushi kissing and grappling in the hospital. There was quite an explicit video of Khushi sticking her head under the sheets of Ayana's bed. It ended with Ayana's explosive and climactic response to this development. It was all over the Internet. Zach's favorite title for one of the clips was "India representative apologizes for assassination attempt." There was outrage in India over this lesbian affair. There was outrage internationally that NASA had apparently lied about Khushi and Zach's monogamy. NASA revised its story to Zach and Colby being together, but they were hardly believed. There was anti-Colby sentiment, especially in the US. The terms were guarded, but it was essentially because of Colby's dark skin tone.
It took Ayana, Khushi, and their police escort forever to get to the hotel room. Not only was Ayana on crutches, there was a press of nagging reporters wherever they went.
This next week for Zach was a dim reflection of his original insemination hell week. Only Alexis and Colleen remained unfertilized out of the original six. Charisse, Ayana, Colette, and Colby were all now happily growing baby bumps. Some breasts were especially taut and tender. There was no other outward evidence among the crew. Monday morning the 14th, the day the scandal broke, was Alexis's insemination day. Colleen got the odd days.
Zach had one more red hot tryst with Maira in the early morning of the next day, the 15th. That was the end of the affair for the time being. That morning, a US military transport arrived to fly the crew directly to Johnson Space Center from Delhi. The crew and Becky were underway by late morning. The transport was spacious and had no other passengers.
Colleen found a quiet corner of the large military transport jet to make love to Zach. She got her batch six hours after Maira. It was nice, thick, and sizable. The Breeding Bitches and Aanya were all inspired by Zach's moan of satisfaction as he finished in Colleen. They organized themselves to take turns with him. Even suborbital, it was a long flight, so they took long satisfying turns. Zach took naps in between.
They arrived in Houston on the morning of the 16th. Zach saw an incredibly horny Beatrice at lunchtime. She had been missing him all week. She orgasmed long and hard under him and whimpered for more. He'd taken a two hour lunch and barely made it back to his office on time.
That evening, they were all suffering from a fair amount of jet lag. Zach slept soundly all night long. Most of the wives considered this a minor miracle.
Waking up refreshed, Zach arrived at Colleen's office mid-morning and ruined her desk blotter as requested. Her keyboard and mouse, pushed safely to the side, barely escaped the deluge.
After testing Emma's flexibility over his lunch hour, Zach met with Colleen mid-afternoon. Since Colleen didn't want to ruin another blotter, Zach had her bent over her desk.
They were all much better by that evening. The wives and Becky focused on getting Colleen pregnant. After oral, Colleen got Zach's first batch. Instead of moving to the blue room, the wives asked Colleen to stay with them. They put him one sleeping position over. Colby was in bed on his left and Colleen was on his right.
At his first awakening, Zach was moving along in Colby, getting close to inseminating her. She stopped him. She actually had to slap him gently to get his attention. She asked him to put it in Colleen. Although generally half asleep during these night time bouts, Zach could be directed. He immediately grabbed a surprised Colleen. Within a minute, he satisfied himself mightily in her already slick hole. Colby grinned at the surprised Colleen.
At his second awakening, he grabbed Anming sleeping to his right. She tried to divert him to Colleen, but this woke him up. He took her and finished in her despite her protests. He felt strongly that Anming needed to learn to accept him without complaint during her period. He rose briefly afterwards to wash himself off.
Zach wanted Berte desperately, and Aanya wanted a good pounding from Zach, so those wake-ups went as usual. Aanya's breasts were starting to look big and full, and this turned Zach on. At the next awakening, Becky successfully diverted Zach to Colleen. He was always putty in Becky's hands. After this, he carried Colleen off to the blue bedroom and had her several more times into the late morning. They both called in that they would be late to work, citing jet lag.
After this special day and morning for Colleen, Zach resolved to focus with diligence on Alexis. He hung out in the drone lab with Alexis and Colette. He enlisted Colette's help. Several guest fluffers dropped by the lab. There were the usual suspects like Charisse, Michaela, and Aanya.
Surprisingly, Colby showed up at one point, saying, "I'm here for my husband when he needs to get hard." She was not as skilled as the other participants. She was so unexpected. He had so much love for her. It made him hard for her to simply put her mouth on his penis in front of everybody. It was a real gesture of her love and devotion to him. When she was satisfied with his stiffness, he handed her the square of chocolate he'd brought for her.
Berte declared her fluffing session with Zach to be "just like old times around the lab." Berte came prepared with a foam knee pad for the concrete floor. Berte was so nonchalant and efficient, Zach had to stop her. If he'd let her continue, she would have gotten his semen instead of Alexis. As it was, he urgently went over to inseminate Alexis. He didn't last long. Luckily, Alexis had been inspired by Berte's demonstration. She was able to orgasm by the time Zach let go.
The next day was the first day Aanya's public service announcement was shown in the Indian media. There were positive reactions, but the negative reactions were widespread and vitriolic. Status quo types in India argued that the spot would "encourage girls to make wild accusations." Some went so far as to warn it would "end courting." Self-appointed champions of decency angrily called them "a crew full of whores, sluts, lesbians, and degenerates." They were bent on "destroying Indian culture."
Later that day, the crew received far more important news. The FBI had traced the assassination attempt back to a faction within the Chinese government. The target had been Anming. The Chinese government had eliminated the threat.
The crew had a restful weekend. First thing Monday morning, Colleen called a meeting of the entire crew in her largest conference room on base. Four men joined them in the meeting. "My crewmates," she began, "I'd like to introduce you to my old colleague Major Mateo Nelson. He went to Mars with me before." Mateo stood up. He was a dark complexioned wiry man, 5'8", with black close-cut hair and dark brown eyes. He was the same age as Colleen, mid-twenties. He looked fit and dangerous. He had a breathtaking smile.
It was obvious to Zach how Colleen had fallen in love or lust with this man. He wondered which it had been and how much sway he still held over her. He knew better than to ask his significant other about an old flame. If she had something to confess, he trusted she would do so.
Colleen dropped the bombshell. "Mateo is leading the geology mission that will be accompanying us to Mars. These four men will be sharing the Interplanetary Vehicle with us. For the first time, the Interplanetary Vehicle will be carrying a full compliment. Quarters assignments will be tighter than on our dry run."
"The geology mission will spend two years on Mars with us. They will return to Earth the next time the Interplanetary Vehicle flies by Mars. These men will not be permanent residents of Mars. Mateo will remain on the roster of possible future commanders of colony missions. We may see him again."
"This man is Doctor Jason Tyler," said Colleen. A short, distinguished looking black man wearing eyeglasses rose. He was neatly groomed, with short hair. He looked to be only a few inches above five feet. He was stocky, but fit-looking, and looked to be in his mid forties. "He leads the geology mission."
"His colleague Doctor Aiden Andrews," said Colleen. Aiden was pale complexioned and only slightly shorter than Zach. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. He was stocky and muscular, rare for his height, and outweighed Zach by more than a few pounds. He had sandy brown hair and intense green eyes. This gentleman was clearly a charmer. All these gentlemen were quite handsome. It certainly wasn't a problem as far as Zach was concerned.
"Last but not least, Doctor Ethan Connor," said Colleen. Ethan was also in his mid-thirties, tanned and weather beaten. This was an outdoor man. He stood about Mateo's height, so on the short side for a man. He was very stocky and muscular, built like a bull actually, with kind hazel eyes.
The men sat back down. "I'm sure you three know our colleagues Doctors Warren and Alexandre," Colleen said.
Aiden piped up, "Certainly! Ethan and I were both on team Alexis. Forgive us, Doctor Alexandre." He was referring to the speculation over which of the crew would end up with Zach.
"De rien," replied Colette, "I'm also team Alexis."
Alexis gave her two fellow geologists her most sultry look. "Little did you know you'd want to lose."
"With apologies to my distinguished colleagues Alexis and Colette, I won the bet," said Jason in his deep rich voice. "I was team Colby," he said, flashing his magnificent smile. Colby returned his gaze like a flustered schoolgirl. Weren't they a cute couple, thought Zach. Same coloring, him only slightly taller than her. He was a decade older, but fit.
Zach felt a momentary pang of jealousy. He would have to manage that. His was an open marriage. He encouraged exploration, for gosh sakes. He didn't own these women, and they didn't own him. These were fascinating, educated fellows. He needed to expect his wives would be all over these guys during the next two and a half years. And why shouldn't they? These guys were so handsome he'd do them himself if he had any interest in men whatsoever. This wasn't a problem, it was a blessing. No one man could ever do all these fascinating women justice. Now he had help worshiping them. That was a good thing!
He caught Alexis whispering to Berte, who in turn whispered back and forth with Colleen. Then Berte stood up and addressed the four men, chest forward and cleavage flashing. "I'm primary engineer for the main systems aboard ship," she said.
"Thank you, Berte," said Colleen, trying to regain the conversation.
But Berte pressed on. "So you could say, in a way, I am the ship, your hostess." She walked behind Mateo, rested her hands on his shoulders, and eyed the three geologists. "You could even say you'll be inside me the whole trip." Her impish smile beamed at them. This was getting heavy-handed, thought Zach with a smirk. Colleen looked exasperated, but she kept her mouth shut. This was Berte practicing. She walked behind Jason and touched his shoulders. He looked up at her and got a mouth-watering eyeful of her barely restrained breasts. She continued, "I'll do my best to make your stay a pleasant one." She latched onto Aiden's shoulders. "I think you should look forward to having a pleasant stay." She got to Ethan and whipped his chair towards her like she was going to give him a lap dance. "So much so, that after your first trip to Mars, you'll want to come again and again." She strolled back to her seat after this and sat down, giving intense eye jobs and smiles to the four.
Mateo gave Colleen a sidelong glance and a wry smile. He raised his hand in Berte's direction, and said, "I will come more than once."
Jason was flustered, but felt the need to say something to Berte on behalf of himself and the other geologists. "I... we... hope to get to know you better."
"Yes!" Berte encouraged.
Colleen pressed on. "Here are the quarters assignments I'm considering. Colby will bunk with Zach." At this, Jason looked over at Colby with regret ,and she looked right back at him. Zach got the idea those two would be flirting until he was the one who went nuts. Colleen continued, "Alexis will bunk with Colette. Charisse will bunk with Michaela. Berte will bunk with Aanya. Ayana will bunk with Khushi. Anming will bunk with me. Mateo will bunk with Jason. Aiden will bunk with Ethan. That's eight full quarters."
Mateo said, "You can comfortably sleep three or four in a quarters if you get creative with the beds. Anyone who wants to switch or combine staterooms should remember that." Looking pointedly at Berte, he added, "I'll certainly be looking to make my stay more comfortable. Three years is a long time to go without." He looked over at Anming, who quickly looked away. Zach figured he wanted to gauge the likelihood he could visit them, Colleen presumably already being biddable. Anming was not giving positive signals, or maybe she was. Looking quickly away meant that she understood the implications of his comment and was affected by it. Mateo didn't appear dissuaded by her response.
Jason spoke up, "I'm a little surprised that... uh... romantic arrangements are being discussed."
"I suppose it's healthy for you to know where you stand," Colleen said. She opened her mouth to say more and then shut it.
"Where do you stand, Doctor Kaufman, Berte?" Mateo smiled at her.
"I'm exploring," Berte growled at him with a smile. "Zach is my dearest husband. Yet it stands to reason that I'd want some variety." She pointed to Mateo and asked Colleen, "Are you sure you don't want dibs on him?"
"I don't think anybody should be calling dibs on anybody at this point," said Colleen. Zach saw Jason glance over at Colby. They smiled at each other. Cute! Those two flirting would indeed be the death of him. Colleen continued, "Zach has an open marriage arrangement with Colby, Anming, Berte, Aanya, and myself. It has no legal standing, but it's serious. We're living together. We need to inform each other of any extramarital arrangements. For example, you and I, Mateo, hung out a few weeks ago. I cleared that with Zach and my fellow wives."
Ayana raised her hand. "Khushi and I are a couple," she told the men. "I'm a lesbian, and I sometimes see other women. Khushi is bisexual, and she sometimes sees other men and women. Romantically, we're together." Khushi looked away from the table with embarrassment. The way it came out, it sounded as if Ayana was offering Khushi to the men.
Alexis broke the silence and said, "Colette, Charisse, Michaela, and I are the Breeding Bitches. We are free agents. At the moment, Michaela and I are more committed to Zach, but generally we're free agents. Come visit!"
Ethan was sitting right next to Colette and turned to her with a hopeful smile. She pointed to her wedding ring.
"Oh," said Alexis, "and Colette is married, but don't worry too much about that. We just need to check with her husband, and he's a wonderful gentleman."
After the meeting, Zach and Colleen walked back to her office together to make love. This was her final insemination day for this cycle. Alexis had completed her week the day before. "I'll see you late tonight," he told Colleen. "I need to spend some quality time with Michaela this evening. This is her first day." Also, thought Zach, he had Beatrice during his lunch hour.
That evening, Berte was a no-show at bedtime. Zach texted her, and to his relief, she texted back. "I'm off to visit Maxwell," Berte said. "I came across his profile when Ben and I were going through prospects on a dating website. This was initially purely for instructional purposes. I found his profile very attractive but also intimidating. When I contacted him, I found out he was funny. We started texting goofy things back and forth. One thing led to another, and I'm going to visit him tomorrow. He lives in Chicago. He's taller than you, and very muscular. He used to be a wrestler. His dick is huge, but since I started with you, I'm sure it will be fine. Ben checked him out and thinks he does not pose an unacceptable risk."
"Have lots of fun," Zach texted. "Let me know all about it. Tell me whatever you want to."
The next day, Tuesday, was the start of Anming's insemination week. Michaela was ongoing. Becky would start the next day. At the house, Zach would focus on Anming and Becky on alternate days. He would continue to take care of Michaela outside the house on Becky's day.
On Friday, Colleen tested positive for pregnancy. There was joy at Colby's house. Berte was still in Chicago visiting Maxwell. She made plans to return the next day. Colleen's pregnancy party was planned for Saturday night. Colleen invited the other crew to join them to celebrate.
Zach was by the front door to welcome guests. Everyone except the strippers had arrived. He happened to catch a snippet from Mateo and Colleen's conversation close by. "Does this mean no more condoms?" Mateo asked.
"It does," said Colleen softly.
"It's a big step. You can wait, you know. Do you love him?" asked Mateo.
"I do," said Colleen.
"Well, then," said Mateo, and walked off to talk to someone else.
The doorbell rang. Zach opened it. His rail thin dark black beauty Abayomi was eye to eye with him. She wore a girl scout outfit. "Cookie?" she said with a giant smile. She was learning English. Zach's heart burst with joy.
Zach thought of Abayomi as his girl even though he knew she was a stripper, and not only his girl. He kissed her passionately. The other girls slipped past them and greeted Colleen. He really wanted to lay down with Abayomi. He wanted to make love with her eye to eye. He wanted to kiss her deeply and passionately as they climaxed together. "This way," he said. Abayomi smiled and snuck off with him to the blue bedroom.
Once there, he kissed her out of her girl scout uniform. She wanted to suck him, but he was more than ready. He wrestled with her until she gave in and let him kiss her vulva. She hissed as he worked his tongue, lips and fingers on her and in her. This went on and on as she cried out and hissed in orgasm again and again. Zach saw Berte peek in for a moment and then quietly retreat.
Abayomi became anxious. Zach spread her legs and rocked into her. He lay on her. Although thin, she was a strong woman who could take his weight. They were face to face, eye to eye as he pumped in her deliciously. They kissed passionately. He felt her tongue tense as she orgasmed. The next time her tongue grew stiff, he released in her and they orgasmed together. He was so overcome that he broke the kiss and moaned as their mutual orgasm went on and on. It was a precious moment.
They rested together, smiling at each other, saying nothing. There was nothing to say. Berte slipped into the room and said, "That sounded satisfying from outside." She asked softly, "Can I watch the dismount?"
"Sure, sweetheart," said Zach.
"Sweet-heart," Abayomi repeated, smiling.
"Here we go," said Zach. Berte got in close and watched the semen gush out of Abayomi's pink pussy hole, such a beautiful contrast with the surrounding dark skin. Berte was delighted. Abayomi smiled at them in some confusion. Zach smiled at Abayomi and kissed her.
A few minutes later, the three returned to the party to find that everyone had stripped nude. They were dancing up a storm. The ratio was nearly four to one for each of the new men of their crew. They were each getting lots of attention. Colleen, Aanya and one of the strippers were mobbing Mateo. They had him flat on his back, doing a kind of limbo dance. It looked like it involved each woman letting his tongue just barely brush her pussy. Then the next woman went. Colby was rubbing noses with Jason. She rubbed her spectacular B-cups, newly pert and full from pregnancy, on his chest. Two of the strippers were dancing close to the pair of them. Charisse and Alexis were grinding provocatively against Aiden, who was sporting a nice big hard-on. Abayomi spotted Aiden, and with an excited gasp, danced off to join the two women in molesting him. Zach sighed. It seemed she was very enthusiastic for large pale men. Michaela had Ethan by the dick and was dancing with him. Two other strippers were also molesting Ethan, spanking his behind. Khushi and Ayana were sitting close together and looked very much in love. Ayana's leg was elevated on a footstool. Anming and Colette were also sitting out this dance.
When Colby saw Zach, she waved goodbye to Jason, danced over and danced close with him. She rubbed her full tits on his naked torso. Anming saw them and came over. Two strippers joined them and rubbed their breasts on his back and their pudendas on his legs. He was in this joyous tangle of bodies for an entire song.
Soon, they all gravitated to the hot tub. It got too crowded to fit everybody. Ayana and Khushi retired to the green bedroom. Charisse was the first to drag off one of the new men. She snuggled close to Ethan as they went in search of a private place. Aanya then snatched up Jason, the older black leader of the geologists. She disappeared into the house with him without a backward glance. Colette went with Aiden. Berte grabbed Mateo. Zach stayed with the hot tub contingent, set a timer, and enforced the ten minute rule.
Soon it was time for bed. The strippers departed. Aanya and Berte did not reappear. It was Anming's night. Her cries could be heard hourly throughout the night, except for a couple of quiet hours. While Ayana slept, Khushi snuck off and met up with Zach. They made love as quietly as possible on the family room couch.
(To be continued)
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65: Sunday September 27, 2043 2000 hours CST: Larger Than Life
"You may wander the estate freely. Please do not pick any of the flowers or fruit or pester the wildlife." The docent of the estate was droning on and on about the rules. There had been champagne, and Zach needed to take a leak.
It was the Sunday evening after Colleen's Friday night pregnancy party. Alexis had gotten her positive results that morning. She had something planned, she informed them all. She demanded they all show up at this Feffenhoffer plantation estate outside Houston.
The seventeen of them were there, both crews and Becky. There were a lot of other people in the crowd with them. They were all listening to this dreary guy talk about the birds on the estate. It was already an hour after dark. They were probably not going to go outside or see many birds.
As Zach listened to the docent drone on, he reviewed his insemination schedule in his head. Anming had been last night and this morning. He'd caught up to Michaela during the day today. Tonight and tomorrow morning were devoted to Becky.
Zach felt another twinge in his bladder and decided to wander off and find a restroom. There was a promising-looking hallway off to the side. It looked like part of the restored portion of the mansion that might house the added facilities. He wandered along a long hallway. Sure enough, near the end on the left, he found a door marked "Gentlemen."
The public restroom within was modest. A couple of urinals, toilet stalls, and sinks were crowded into the small room. He unzipped and peed into the urinal next to the wall. As he did, a portion of the wall paneling slid back. It revealed a three inch diameter hole at a suggestive level.
He was done, so he quickly shook off and zipped up. "Hello?" he said to the hole. Was this some kind of peeper? He peered into the hole, but it was just dark.
A woman's vulva pressed itself against the hole. All vulvas were pretty to Zach, but this one seemed especially pretty. It was not spread wide. It was just in its resting state. It was not very hairy, nor did it look shaved. It had obvious prominent inner lips, those little tabs some women had. One drooped a little more than the other. This vulva had character! The woman was darker complexioned. Perhaps she was black. But a lot of Asian and Latina women also had dark tips, as he thought of them. It was like the coloring of a Siamese cat. Except in the case of women, it was pussies rather than ears, face, and paws. The owner of the lovely vulva rocked it back and forth against the hole, as if to suggest, "Touch me!"
Zach carefully washed and dried his hands. The vulva adamantly stayed put. At the very least he should investigate it a little. If the attention was unwanted, it could always withdraw. He held the inner lips gently but firmly by their convenient finger-sized tabs and spread them gently. The vulva thus revealed was juicy but not generally moist. He loved the flushed pink inner coloring, a brilliant contrast to the dark outer coloring. Yum! Like a chocolate covered cherry. This vulva had been thinking juicy thoughts. Perhaps it had even been pleasured through clothing. But nobody had recently opened this bad girl up and spread out this juiciness nice and smooth.
It was generally a healthy thing to spread this lubrication around. Keeping the vulva well spread with the fingers of one hand, Zach spread the woman's wet with a finger. A high pitched moan came from behind the wall. It sounded like a younger woman, teens or twenties, but one could never really tell from a moan. He dabbed his finger in the reservoir of excitement welled in her vagina. He gently painted it across her vulva until it glistened with slick moisture. She had plenty of it. He gave her sloppy little urethra an extra little circular caress. Then, what the heck, a few laps with his slick finger around her straining erect clitoris. It was displaying itself proudly from under its tightly drawn hood. It seemed to throb with delight as he stroked it. She had such a beautiful vulva. What made it even more beautiful was that it was now absolutely quivering with sexual tension.
The woman pressed her spread vulva hard against the hole. Given this insistent gesture, not wanting to disappoint, Zach knelt. He took a good whiff. This lovely snatch had a nice gingery spicy aroma. She'd had something gingery for dinner. He ventured a taste. It was definitely ginger. He got his mouth in there and kissed the area between clitoris and urethra gently. He stroked his tongue up and down it. The woman moaned as his tongue and lips worked on her. He gently sucked and nibbled on her inner lips. He had a big tongue compared to this little vulva. He spread his tongue and tasted and lapped at the whole thing. As the woman tensed, he focused in on licking and sucking her whole clitoris and urethra region. The woman behind the wall quivered and orgasmed with an interesting sound, "Heeeeuh! Heeeeuh! Heeeeuh! Heeeeuh! Uh!" It was a nice long one, and sounded satisfying. Almost as if she were embarrassed, the vulva abruptly disappeared.
Zach backed off to find a silent dark hole again. "Thank you," he said, but received no response. He rinsed off his fingers and face, then left the bathroom to investigate.
There was a corridor off to the left just after the bathroom door. He couldn't remember if it had been there before. There appeared to be just the thickness of a wall between the bathroom and the corridor. There was no room for the glory hole woman. It must be an optical illusion. He glanced back into the bathroom, and the hole had closed. It was still barely visible, but looked like an ordinary patch in the drywall.
A young woman in a wheelchair sped up to him from along the hallway. "The cards are going to catch up to me!" she said in a panicky voice.
Grabbing the handles of her wheelchair and speeding her around the corner and away, Zach asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, they're going to catch me," she said.
Zach found an unlocked side door in the hall. It looked like a supply closet. He wheeled the young woman in and shut the door behind them. The door had a push button lock on the inside, and he locked it. Gently he spun the panicked girl around and asked her, "Now what is this about?"
She smiled brightly at him. She was a blonde girl, thin and petite, with big eyes. She had on an early twentieth century period outfit. It was a blue summer dress and black patent leather shoes. "Good, we got away from the queen and her card guards," she said. "I'm Alice, by the way, but really I'm Carol. And you are?"
"Doctor Zachary Carson, at your service," said Zach.
"Oh, no way!" Carol breathed. "You're perfect! Come here." She reached up and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer. "May I?" she asked. Not waiting for a response, she popped the velcro of his shirt at the bottom. She stroked the cool palm of one hand across his bare abs. "This is wild," she giggled.
"So you're Alice in Wonderland?" asked Zach.
"I can make the transition from fantasy to science fiction," Carol breathed. "I hope this is the part where we get it on, 'Doctor Zach Carson'," she said. "Ever since those beach images they shot... well... I'm ready." She dragged his hand under her dress. Her panties had a nice little wet spot developing. She looked up into his eyes. "But before, tell me your real name. I told you mine. Since we're... you know."
Carol thought Zach was playing a character. "No, I really am the real Zach Carson."
"I appreciate your dedication to your craft," Carol said. "I won't pry further. In the interests of scientific accuracy, I'm pretty sure the real Zach Carson doesn't have a dick this big." With a gleeful grin, she shamelessly stroked his semi-erect penis through his pants. "Best twentieth birthday present ever!" she squeaked. "You could be his twin, though, honestly," she encouraged. "He spoke at my university once. I saw him from about a hundred feet away. You're taller, and, well..." She stroked his hardening cock again.
"How did you get the wheelchair?" Zach asked.
"It was some bleeding. In my brain. It left me with no sense of balance," Carol said.
"That's rare," said Zach. "In the cerebellum? Affecting the inner ear? What was it, an AVM? It's a wonder you're alive."
"Multiple AVMs. You read my file," she smirked. "I appreciate it."
He smiled, because he already knew he was too incredible. Even so, out of some sense of professional pride, he was forced to insist, "No, actually, I'm a doctor." Even as he said the words, he realized how corny they were for either a doctor or an actor.
"Of course, doctor," said Carol with mock seriousness. She rolled herself back into the closet a touch and locked her wheels. "Just so you know, I have all the nerves and feelings intact in my naughty bits. I can even stand up and walk if supported. I just can't balance." She scooted forward in her chair, lifted her legs, and pulled off her panties. Her parted legs fit well over her armrests. It looked like she'd done this before a few times. She had a nice little blonde muff and narrow labia with moisture peeking out.
Zach got down on his knees to worship this. "Look," he said, handing her his business card. "My email address is on this. Same as on the NASA website. If you don't believe me, email me. For the next week, I'll search and look at all the fan mail from Carols. Say something innocuous, like, 'Remember me? I was Alice in Wonderland.' I'll respond with details, like, 'We were locked in that supply closet.' Fair enough?"
"Wow, you're really insistent," said Carol. "Don't lead me on."
"I wouldn't," said Zach. He ran his nose helplessly through her cute muff and kissed her closed vulva reverently. She smelled like chicken soup along with the tartness of a healthy and excited vagina. Her hands rested on his head and stroked through his hair. He parted her labia with his tongue and began exploring her wet slot. She had a sensitive clitoris. His licking and sucking was more general until she got more excited and started pumping her hips. Then he zeroed in on her clitoris more and more, still keeping everything wet. She pushed forward and let out a long high-pitched moan. It went on and on as she thrust and shuddered.
It was quite a bit of noise. Someone walked up to the storage room door and tried the handle. Finding it locked, they walked away down the hall. Zach returned to his delicious work.
Several orgasms later, Carol lifted Zach's face off of her. She said to him, "There's no way this can be cost effective. Haven't you got a bunch of women here to fulfill the fantasies of?"
"I'm just here to have fun like you are," said Zach.
"Oh that's right 'the real Zach Carson'," said Carol. "Well, do you want to show me your excursion vehicle?"
Zach snorted, stood, and undressed. Carol pulled her own dress over her head and popped her bra, showing some nice lean pink-nippled breasts. His penis stood out straight and hard. He stroked his hands gently over Carol's breasts, feeling her hard nips stroke his palms.
"I am not sure my oral skills are up to this, but I'll give it a try," said Carol.
"We don't need to unless you want to finish me that way," said Zach.
"By all means, no," responded Carol, tugging him gently by the penis towards her vagina.
"Anything to discuss? STDs? Birth control? I don't have a condom," said Zach.
"Dude, don't you remember? You need a clean STD test just to register," said Carol.
"That makes sense," said Zach. Alexis had handled the paperwork. He stroked the head of his cock on Carol's wet, ready, and open awaiting slot.
"Colonize me Zach," Carol moaned. "I just had to say that," she added. So he did. Multiple times. Luckily, the supply closet had a healthy supply of hand towels. Both of them had incredible pleasure with each other and made significant noise.
They redressed and peered out of the supply closet. Two men with spears dressed as giant playing cards were waiting quietly and patiently for them. They were the three and four of hearts. Their spear tips were red hearts. They marched them down the hall and through double doors that led outside.
Zach wheeled Carol, followed by the card guards. They wheeled down a ramp onto a well-kept lawn. They entered what appeared to be a hedge maze with high hedges. They zigged and zagged through the maze, directed by the guards, until they arrived at a large center area.
In the center of the maze, the queen of hearts sat on her throne. She was wearing a more regular sexy outfit. The rest were all cards, and were all men. There were some other captive people, all women, in the clearing. Some were in chains. There was nobody he knew.
"Off with his head!" the queen of hearts pronounced. The executioner, who was the jack of hearts, struck lazily with his heart axe. The man on the chopping block appeared to fall forward into the chopping podium. A vaguely realistic severed head popped up at the same time. It rolled in a realistic direction off the chopping podium into a pile of fake severed heads. The queen had evidently been busy.
"You!" said the queen, pointing to them. "Let the man approach me."
"Remember to email me," whispered Zach to Carol. He left her sitting there and went to stand in front of the queen.
"Closer," said the queen. The queen was elaborately made up, her face caked with white makeup. It appeared there was a nice looking and well-endowed woman under the costume. Forty-something, Zach would guess. She certainly had the commanding voice for the part. "Closer. Closer." This until the queen grabbed him with one pink-gloved hand by the top of his hair. She lifted her long skirt with the other and stuffed him underneath it. The direction was clear.
Underneath, it was not too dark to see, since the courtyard was brightly lit. The queen of hearts' legs were spread. Her pussy was neatly shaved. From on top of her skirts, both her hands on his head prompted him to approach further. She smelled of strawberries. He preferred a woman's natural scent. Yet, he saw the reasoning behind making this particular vulva as easy as possible for beginning or reluctant pussy lickers.
She tasted like strawberries, too. "Umm," said the actress in pleasure. After a few minutes, she was getting quite antsy. "You are pleasing the royal personage," she moaned. A few minutes later, she was fucking Zach's head pretty hard. He had a strong hold of both her generous legs so she couldn't get away. Some of her genuine tart taste was coming through. With a long, low moan, she orgasmed spectacularly, and wilted into total relaxed submission.
"Appear," she croaked. Zach got out from under the dress. "Normally, for services rendered, I would let you go. But look at the mess you made!" she said, and pointed behind her. They had strapped Carol down to a wooden frame festooned with hearts. She was naked and dribbling a bit of semen. A card guard pressed on her abdomen and more gurgled out. Guilty as charged. Immediately after this demonstration, the card guard plugged Carol's vagina with his penis and started pumping. Another card guard was in front getting her to lick and suck on the head of his penis.
"Off with his head!" the queen declared. He had a feeling that if it hadn't been the semen, it would have been some other excuse. There were only women prisoners other than him, and all the guards were men. He was led up to the execution podium, which was just a metal surface. As the jack of hearts' axe fell, the surface became a chute, and he slid down it.
After a few twists and turns, Zach landed on a big deep slab of spongy foam. He climbed off it to find himself in a concrete tunnel similar to utility tunnels found all over the place. There were arrows on the floor. He followed them until he came to what appeared to be a radial arm bay hatch. It was a likeness of one on the Interplanetary Vehicle. It was not completely authentic, but it was a nice job.
Next to the hatch was a clothing rack with an exact duplicate of his swim trunks, but new. On them, there was a note, "Please wear these." Curiouser and curiouser. Okay, he'd bite. He took off his street clothes and put on the swim trunks.
Zach cycled the hatch and found himself in a replica of Radial Arm Bay B1. The hatch on the ceiling that would lead to the radial arm appeared to be non-functional. Out of habit, perhaps, he shut the hatch he had entered through and cycled the hatch across from it.
Zach stepped out of the radial arm bay to be confronted by quite an attractive woman. She was dressed in only bikini bottoms, a leafy faux-plant spiral exactly like Charisse had worn. She had a nice erect pair of nips. She was standing in a replica of Exercise A. She had a crew cut, was sun-kissed, and was about the right height. Unlike the real Charisse, she was auburn-haired, but she had the haircut down precisely. Her boobs were bigger and bounced nicely. Her body was softer, more feminine. "Hey there girls! Rattle ya dags!" she called behind her. She had a pronounced accent from Australia or that part of the world.
"You're supposed to be Charisse?" Zach ventured.
"Choice," said the young woman, holding out a hand. "I'm 'Charisse' all right. Pleased to make acquaintance."
"Australian?" Zach asked.
"Kiwi," the woman said.
Three other women crowded around 'Charisse' to peer at Zach. These were some cute women! One of them was Becky. Like him, they were all wearing the bathing suit of their counterpart. He supposed people thought nobody should bother wearing anything more aboard a spaceship.
A fiery young black woman said, "Our Zach is here! Wow, you look really authentic." She was oiled up and wearing an almost nonexistent brown swimsuit. Her slender breasts and puckered nipples looked amazing. Her smile was dazzling. Aww, she was supposed to be Colby! This was adorable! "Now you can call a meeting," cosplay Colby said.
"I'm not in command," said Zach. "Colleen is in command."
"Oh, right," cosplay Colby said. "Colleen isn't here, though. I'm supposed to be Colby."
"I see that! You look amazing!" said Zach.
"I'm 'Aanya'," said Becky. Sure enough, she was rocking Aanya's black crotch strip of a swimsuit. Her tits were out and bouncing proudly. She put her finger to her mouth to indicate they should keep their association a secret.
"Aanya, wonderful," said Zach, smiling at Becky.
"I'm 'Ayana'," said the last woman, who looked longingly at him up and down. She looked South Asian, thin, with a lovely smile. She wore the somewhat masculine black trunks Ayana had worn on the beach. She was much shorter and slighter than the original. Her slight drawl pegged her as a Texas native. She had a different kind of brilliant smile, but the nature of it suggested Ayana's. Her obvious attraction to him was gratifying but not authentic to the original. He didn't mind that detail at all.
They walked through a copy of Exercise A with all its equipment. They passed what looked like a working copy of Head A into Recreation A. It didn't have the slight upward curve of the actual one. Otherwise, it looked authentic. "Is this a copy of the whole ship?" Zach asked them.
"No, it ends after the greenhouse," said Becky.
"So what should we do?" asked cosplay Ayana conspiratorially, flashing that brilliant smile of hers.
Becky strode up to Zach and took him by the arm. She turned to the assembled women and said, "You ladies find the booze, tunes, and so forth. I'm going to find a bed and take our Zach here for a spin, fair enough?"
"Why should you get him?" said the fiery black woman who was supposed to be Colby, hands on hips. "He's supposed to be MY sweetheart."
"And you are my sweetheart," Zach said to cosplay Colby. He kind of liked this getting fought over business. Becky rolled her eyes, and he grinned at her.
"How about this?" said Becky. "There's a deck of cards around here somewhere. We'll shuffle it and draw for him. Highest card is first, second highest card is next, and so forth."
"Do I have anything to say about this?" asked Zach.
"You signed up for a profound sexual experience, correct? That's literally in the brochure," said Becky. Of course she had read the brochure.
Zach didn't know what Alexis was getting him in for, but he had shown up. "Yes," he answered.
"Will we qualify?" asked Becky.
Becky knew Zach too well. "Any of you," he said, looking pointedly at cosplay Colby, "I'd be honored." She looked a little swoony. He couldn't wait.
"Are any of you women not up for this?" asked Becky.
"Well, I'd like to get to know him a bit better," said cosplay Ayana. This was echoed by the other three.
"Great," said Becky. "We have all night. All of us should hang out with him and try to get the question answered in our mind. We'll pick the order. Pass and let the next woman have him if you're not ready. Fair enough?"
"You don't have to take him away," said cosplay Charisse plaintively in her kiwi twang. "We can all snuggle up to him together, right?"
"You're suggesting a fivesome?" asked Becky.
Cosplay Charisse pondered. "Well, I've never done that, but-"
"Who has been in a fivesome?" asked Becky, raising her hand. Zach haltingly also raised his hand. "Well, then," said Becky. "Perhaps I should break him in and then leave him to you three."
"What makes you so sure he'll last?" asked cosplay Colby. "There's four of us and only one of him."
"Well?" Becky asked Zach. "Will you last?"
"Sure, I can last," said Zach.
"At least two times apiece?" asked Becky.
"Yes, at least," said Zach.
"You're pretty cocky," said cosplay Charisse.
"Let's see how cocky," said Becky, yanking down Zach's swim trunks in front of the assembled women. She knew what was under there. His half-tumescent penis sprang into view.
"Hey now," said Zach, flinching to cover up and realizing it was futile. He looked pointedly at Becky.
"Holy Christ!" exclaimed kiwi Charisse. "They gave us a porn star."
"On second thought..." cosplay Colby said to Becky. She was as tiny as the original Colby, and about a decade younger. "If you're still alive afterwards..." She smiled at Zach. "No offense."
"None taken," said Zach. "Honestly, it's not all that big. I've had to go slow, sure, but it's never been an insurmountable problem."
"Are you sure?" asked cosplay Colby. She pulled down her nonexistent bikini bottoms, sat down on one of the recreation room couches, and spread. Her little slit was shaved clean. She popped it open with the fingers of one hand. It was maybe a smidgen smaller looking than Michaela's. It was hard to tell, because it looked like it was just getting revved up. "It's really tiny, see. Are you sure you want to try? You wouldn't mangle my little kitty, would you Zach?"
"Yummy," said Zach. She had taken over the conversation, trying to provoke him. "I'd like to taste it for sure. Then we could see."
"Hmm," said cosplay Colby with a smile. "I've been naked and showed off my body in public. I've never actually done anything with anybody in front of other people before."
Becky saw the obvious chemistry between Zach and cosplay Colby. There was no use fighting it. "We'll be over here," said Becky, turning away. "Yell if you need help."
Nobody was stopping him, so Zach got on his knees in front of cosplay Colby. "May I?" he asked. The other women, not wanting to stare, turned away and busied themselves getting out the snacks and drinks. They muttered among themselves about how they might share Zach.
Cosplay Colby saw that the coast was reasonably clear. With an extremely horny look in her eye, she said, "Mmm-hmm." She closed her eyes as Zach put his mouth to her. She had a clean tangy scent, sweet. She breathed in gasps as he licked and sucked all over her vulva. He focused more on the clitoris and urethra as she tensed and pumped her hips.
Cosplay Colby started making noises. "Oh... um... uh-huh," she moaned as she climaxed. She continued, "Mmm-hah... Mmm-hah... OH FUCK UUUUUAH!" That was a big climax.
Cosplay Charisse asked, "Can I touch him?"
"Sure just don't stop, Zach," cosplay Colby whimpered.
Cosplay Charisse laid a hand on Zach's ass and asked, "Can I touch ya?" Zach nodded vigorously without letting up on cosplay Colby's tasty slot. Soon a spitty hand was stroking up and down his hardening cock. "This is massive!" exclaimed cosplay Charisse. "I'm not sure I've ever taken one this big before."
Zach took his mouth off cosplay Colby long enough to say to cosplay Charisse, "Please don't frighten her."
"No-yes," whimpered cosplay Colby, grabbing Zach by the hair and forcing his face back down where it was needed.
"Not that I'm a size queen or anything," cosplay Charisse continued. "I like a good personality more. You've got a good personality, there, Zach?" Another vigorous nod from Zach. "Well our little Colby seems to like you well enough so far. And at least you're not some doongi who won't go down on a woman. You doing all right there, Colby?"
Cosplay Colby said, "FUCK! No... almost... FUUUUUCK!" Her hips pumped.
Zach stopped licking cosplay Colby a moment. "If you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum," he told cosplay Charisse.
"Squirt away," chuckled cosplay Charisse.
"Please," cosplay Colby said, pulling Zach by the hair back to her vulva. He got back to licking, and cosplay Colby immediately tensed. Her toes curled.
"Wait," argued Becky to cosplay Charisse, "don't put it on the floor. Please." She pulled down her tiny black crotch strip.
Cosplay Charisse stopped pumping. "Are you sure you can take this?" she asked Becky.
"Positive," said Becky. "It's important."
"Almost-almost-almost-OH-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!" shouted cosplay Colby. She took a deep breath. "Okay," she said, looking at them. "But I get him back."
"Yes, agreed," said Becky. She rolled Zach onto the floor and climbed on top. She impaled her wet and ready vagina on his slick penis and pumped her hips rapidly. After years of practice, she knew how to make him cum quickly. He rolled her over. He was close, but he wanted to hold out until she climaxed. After a minute, he could tell she was getting close to her first one.
She knew he was holding back and wanted them to climax together. She gave in to the nastiness of being nailed by Zach on a spaceship in front of strangers. It was almost like she was on the way to Mars with him. Her heart filled as she gave in to the fantasy they would stay together and have many Martian babies. She cried out, "Zach, baby, Zach, Zach, AAAAUGH!"
"RAAAAH!" Zach strained, ejaculating into Becky once, twice. They both had a satisfied sigh. Her ass gave a little reflexive shake at the tail end of her orgasm. The warm cum spread deep inside her. Even after years of making love, it got better, closer.
Cosplay Charisse and cosplay Colby regarded the panting couple on the floor. "You two are efficient!" Cosplay Charisse turned to cosplay Colby, "Do you want to try him next, or should I?"
Cosplay Ayana walked up and said, "Don't forget about me. That all sounded pretty sexy."
"No, I'll try it, but can I have more privacy?" begged cosplay Colby. "I've never had sex in public. I've never even seen anybody else have sex in public before just now. I admit I enjoyed watching. It was amazing how you just took the whole thing. But I don't think I could do it in front of everybody like that. I'm sorry."
"Just let him love you up a little more," said Charisse, "We're all pals. You'll do it. But what am I saying? I've never done it before either. Heh. Watching these two got me ready to try though."
While Zach and Becky rested happily in each other's arms, the other women went looking for beds and privacy. They found a crew quarters with three standard beds put together. Both studies also had beds instead of desks. The place was loaded up with beds.
When they got back from their search, Zach and Becky were sitting on the couch, kissing. Zach was wiped off and Becky was sitting on a towel. "You are a keeper," said Becky. "Don't ever leave me."
"You know I'll have to," said Zach.
"It seems you two know each other," said cosplay Charisse.
"No, we're just flirting," said Becky.
Cosplay Ayana put on some post-metal rhapsody and started to dance. Cosplay Charisse and Becky left Zach on the couch for cosplay Colby as agreed. They got up and joined cosplay Ayana. The three sets of bare boobs jouncing around were hypnotic.
Cosplay Colby sat on Zach's lap, commanding his attention. He asked her over the music, "Do you want to go into another room?"
Cosplay Colby thought and said, "No, we can hang out here for a while. Surely you need some time. Let's just chill and kiss. We don't need to rush it." She fed him a cannabis wafer, which Zach gratefully chewed and swallowed. She fed him some water. She was taking good care of him while the others laughed and danced. At the sight of cosplay Colby's luscious attributes, his penis rapidly showed interest. "You can go already?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," said Zach. "I can usually do it twice in a row, stopping briefly in between. After that, I need a slightly longer rest. Also, after the second time, I usually seriously run out of cum." Cosplay Colby held onto his penis like a stick shift and kissed him. They kissed back and forth for a while.
Zach's cock rapidly grew fully stiff and pulsed in cosplay Colby's hand. "Oh, now you're getting really excited," she said.
"Well, I have a woman I find extremely attractive sitting naked on my lap," said Zach. He picked cosplay Colby up with one arm under her butt like a child. She whooped and wrapped her legs around him for stability. She couldn't weigh more than 100 pounds. He waded into the other dancing women carrying cosplay Colby, who was whooping like a bronco rider. The other women danced around them and smashed their breasts on him. It felt wonderful.
When the song ended, Zach carried cosplay Colby down to the quarters and laid her on the big bed. He cycled the hatch shut. "Go slow, okay?" she said.
"As slow as you want," said Zach. He lay next to cosplay Colby on the bed. They kissed. He felt her breasts and wet slot. She felt his broad shoulders and somewhat frightening penis.
"It's Megan," said cosplay Colby.
"Ironically, my name is actually Zachary," said Zach.
"Ha. I bet you're lying. It's okay, you can remain anonymous," said Megan. "Pleased to meet you."
"I'm so pleased," said Zach. It seemed like the right time for him to spread Megan and tease her with his penis.
Zach rubbed Megan's wet clit and tapped on her opening. In a frustrated and frightened tone, Megan said, "Okay, try." His big cock head popped into her slick opening. "That's a lot," she breathed. He rocked back and forth gently, tugging her slick, tight vagina as he moved. He wanted to push more into her, but it needed to be her pace.
"Okay, more," said Megan, gritting her teeth. Zach pushed in a couple more inches. Her vagina stretched slickly even more. "Ow, huh," she said, "I know you need more. You're looking desperate. You really want to wail away, don't you?"
"I'll be fine," said Zach, taking a calming breath. "Let's do this at your pace. We have plenty of time."
"I think I'm getting used to it," said Megan. "Yeah, go in more." Zach ventured a couple more inches and felt the back of her gently. "So big," Megan breathed. "Is that enough? Can you, hmm, cum this way?"
"Very easily," said Zach. "You're so tight. But I have to keep pushing in or you'll squeeze me out." As he moved in Megan, she felt more relaxed and revved, and so did he.
"Mmm, okay, okay, mhmm," said Megan. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing. "Yeah I feel it... humm... humm... humm... humm... huh... fuck me... huh... oh yeah... mmm..." She seemed to be warming up to his size. Zach moved in her gently.
As Megan became more and more acclimated, Zach moved more and more firmly. Soon Megan was having rolling orgasms, "FUUUUCK! huh-huh-huh FUUUUUCK! nah-hah-hhh NNNNNGH! fuck-fuck-fuck-FUUUUCK! HAH!" She went on and on like that. It was lots of magnificent inspiring noise.
Soon Zach was inspired and close. "I'm going to..." he groaned.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! FUHUHUHUCK MEEEE!" Megan crowed.
"RAAAAAH!" Zach emptied himself against Megan's impossibly tight back wall. His semen was everywhere.
"Uuuuuuuh..." said Megan.
"Are you okay?" asked Zach.
"Mmm, yeah." She smacked Zach on the ass. "You promised again," she growled.
Some time later, Zach opened the hatch to find three women crowded around it. They looked bashful at being caught listening. The music had been turned off.
"You're alive!" cosplay Charisse cheered. "Welcome the conquering hero!" She raised Megan's hand up in victory. Megan staggered to the rec room couch with her towel and lay down. The others turned the music on and danced.
The women danced Zach over to the copy of Head A2 and told him to rinse off. Cosplay Ayana joined him. She was tiny and even thinner than cosplay Colby. She slipped quickly out of her bathing suit and climbed into the shower with him, undaunted. "I won the draw," she said. Instead of shaking hands, she grasped his dick. "You look just like him," she drawled reverently. "Except you're taller, and-" She slid her small hand up and down his cock.
"People keep telling me that," said Zach. "And you're a dream come true for me."
"I look nothing like her," cosplay Ayana apologized.
"That's not true," said Zach. "You hold yourself similarly, and you have the same way of smiling. And sweet disposition."
"Now you're projecting, but I don't mind," said cosplay Ayana. She fell to her knees and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
Zach looked down at the young woman and moaned, "Mmm, Ayana my love..." It scratched a special itch.
Some time later, Ayana emerged from the quarters to cheers from the other women. Cosplay Charisse met Zach at the doorway and pushed him back in. "I'll take him as-is. I've waited too long," she said. "See ya in quite a while, ladies."
"The real Charisse would be chuffed to meet you," Zach said to the cosplay Charisse. Other than a vague reflection of her appearance, the two couldn't be more different. Both were kind, personable people. Charisse was easygoing and free-spirited. Cosplay Charisse was aggressive in a delightful way and an incurable romantic. She confided that her name was Rhonda and she was an accountant working locally. He told her he was actually a doctor and actually named Zachary. Rhonda found that hard to believe. He said he exclusively treated high-performance athletes, which was not a lie. They made plans to meet up the following week. "I have a surprise for you," he said.
When they emerged, it was dark in the rest of the spacecraft mock-up. The others had cleared out. They went back into the quarters, made love again, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
When Zach awakened, he was sleeping by himself in a bunk in a barracks. It was late morning of the next day. His crewmates were there. None of the women he'd encountered last night were present except Becky. They exchanged knowing smiles. They had gotten her overnight insemination done.
Over a late breakfast, the two crews discussed their experiences. "I have a confession to make," Zach said to all of them, but especially his wives. "I met some Mars Colony Mission cosplayers playing on a replica of a portion of the Interplanetary Vehicle. It was plywood and so forth, but it looked good. Becky was playing Aanya. I made love to all four of them, including Becky. A woman named Megan was cosplaying as Colby. The Ayana cosplayer's name was Susan. The Charisse cosplayer's name was Rhonda."
"Hmm, a cis version of me," said Ayana. "That must have been a dream come true for you, Zach."
"I'm not ashamed to say that it was," said Zach. "She had your smile."
"The important thing is that you told us," said Colby.
"You see Zach?" said Becky. "I told you not to be worried about telling them. He was all worried that you wouldn't understand, especially Anming."
"I understand impulsive behavior," said Anming. "I don't understand the size of your appetite, my husband. Aren't we enough for you?"
"It wasn't like that," said Zach, "Apparently, Alexis signed us all up for sexy fun. Those women had expectations that were not unreasonable. I didn't want to let them down."
"Zach to the rescue again!" snickered Alexis. "What? All you wives get to sow your wild oats before we depart, but Zach has to walk on eggshells? If you want to blame anyone, blame me. And let's be honest, you all got railed big time. I must have gotten it from every man there other than you, Zach. It was glorious." Her eyes squinted in pleasure.
"The card guards?" asked Zach.
"Oh yeah," said Alexis. "All the hearts except for the two and three and all the spades except for the seven. And that was just the early part of the evening." She looked pointedly at Anming, who blushed and looked away.
"The cosplayers really were a fun bunch of women," said Becky. "I got to hang out with them a lot more than Zach did."
"Why is that?" asked Colby.
"He arrived later," Becky said.
"What was mine like?" Charisse asked.
"She was from New Zealand. She works here locally," said Zach. "I'm going to meet her at a coffee shop next week. You should come."
"I definitely will," said Charisse.
"Does this mean yet more girlfriends for you Zach?" asked Colleen.
"No. Heaven knows I don't need more girlfriends. It's just a friendly coffee," said Zach.
"Might mean a new girlfriend for me," smiled Charisse.
"Come now, Charisse," said Zach.
"She shared you with three other women," said Charisse. "She sounds like a Breeding Bitch to me."
"These scandalous parties," said Anming, mostly looking at Colby. "Perhaps we should stop."
"Oh come now," said Alexis. "All right, time to come clean, you whiners. Who got some strange last night?" The hands of the four Breeding Bitches, Alexis, Charisse, Michaela, and Colette, shot up. Zach, who had already confessed, raised his hand. The four men of the other crew all raised their hands.
Ayana and Khushi raised their hands together. Ayana said, "Khushi and I are not trying to do the monogamous thing anymore. We made a pact to split up and get some. She did better, but only because I'm still on crutches." They smiled at each other.
While Ayana was talking, Colleen, Berte, and Aanya smiled shyly at Zach and raised their hands.
After a beat, Colby joined them. "It's like Zach said," she explained. "I had to help a brother out. And I enjoyed myself, I'm not going to lie." Now only Anming and Becky had their hands down.
Colby glanced again almost imperceptibly in Jason's direction. Hmm, thought Zach. Jason was glancing back, nothing overt. Zach was probably imagining things. Apparently, he was shipping his own wife with Jason. He was perhaps trying to assuage his own guilty feelings.
"And who had at least one orgasm? Be proud," asked Alexis. Becky's hand shot up. No hands went down.
Anming's hand crept up, attracting some attention. "I hmm... showed him. But we did not touch, hmm, skin. He shot his cream, hmm... onto me." She looked down. "And another man did as well." She looked mortified.
"Thank you for being honest, Anming," said Zach. "It's okay."
"So everybody had fun," asserted Alexis. "Case closed."
(To be continued)
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66: Monday September 28, 2043 1500 hours CST: A Match Made in Bollywood
Both crews sat at the front of the press briefing room. They had wrangled a pass for Becky, who sat in the audience. Pete Frankel, NASA's press liaison, stood. "We're pleased to make a major announcement today. Mars Mining Mission Seventeen will be accompanying Mars Colony Mission One. The two crews will be flying different excursion vehicles but sharing the Interplanetary Vehicle for the trip to Mars. Two years after they land, the MMM Seventeen crew will take the return trip from Mars back to Earth."
The press room immediately erupted in a buzz. "May I have order, please, while I introduce the crew of MMM Seventeen. The mission commander is Major Mateo Nelson, a veteran of the Prometheus Seventeen mission to Mars. Commanding the mining team on the ground is Jason Tyler, a renowned planetary scientist. Aiden Andrews and Ethan Connor are both geologists of some renown. The mission will primarily be one of prospecting. Now you are all familiar with previous mining missions, so I will open up the floor to questions."
"Ricardo Keever, Absolutist Journal. Colonel Bruno, is it by design that this new mining crew is all male and includes your former lover? Is it that Doctor Carson simply isn't up to the task? If so, why not replace him?"
Pete Frankel opened his mouth, but Colleen waved him away. "Let's see a show of hands among my female crewmates. Raise your hand if you welcome Doctor Carson's participation in our mission." The show of hands was unanimous and included Colleen's own hand. Colleen asked, "Now a show of hands among my female crewmates, who is interested in getting to know this new crew?" The show of hands was also unanimous.
"A follow-up question. I'm sure all you women are very friendly, but there is a difference between friendliness and sex. Which of you are going to keep these four new men warm and sane on those cold Martian nights? Be proud."
Pete Frankel raised a hand before any of the women could and said, "We are not discussing the sex lives of any NASA crews at this or any other press conference. These are private matters."
"Chelsey Voort, Space Romance News. Pete, don't be disingenuous. You've already happily lied about Doctor Carson's relationship with Doctor Gupta. It's already been discussed. Now the public wants to know."
Mateo said, "The ratio of women to men is going to be more than two to one. You do the math."
"Allison Herringbone, Religious Update. Major Nelson, is it true that you and your mining team will therefore litter Mars with your abandoned children?"
Mateo replied, "I remind you that with the advent of birth control, women now control their own reproductive systems. We are scientists who know how to use birth control. There will be no unwanted pregnancies on either of these missions."
"Excuse me, I get a follow up," insisted Chelsey Voort. "Major Nelson, you're talking theory, and the public demands facts. Are we only to hear lies from NASA regarding this important matter? What are you afraid of?"
Mateo raised a hand to stave off Pete. "The fact is that this mission hasn't even started yet. We lift off on December 13. There are no facts yet about the actual mission. In the sphere of human relationships, we're all adults able to make choices. This is all that's definitely known at this point."
"Alain Hooten, GerBuBu. Major Nelson, is it true that Doctor Carson's lack of ability to bring his crewmates to orgasm was the real reason your mission was thrown together with theirs?"
Mateo waved Pete off, preferring to answer himself. "From what I've heard, unequivocally no." There was laughter from the press. That was an edgy answer. Mateo pulled it off. He was a charmer. He winked at Zach. Zach tried to look innocent. Zach himself wouldn't have had the charm to pull off an answer like that.
"Alberto Inoye, Solar System Quarterly. For the group, how about wanted pregnancies? This crew presents more genetic diversity to the ladies of the crew. Anyone planning on taking advantage of that?"
Pete Frankel fielded this question. "NASA's official plan is to create genetic diversity on Mars through the use of artificial insemination."
"Mangalo Oppen, Conspiracy Times. Major Nelson, there's a rumor Doctor Carson poisoned the other male candidates. Are you concerned that your crew may be poisoned next?"
Pete Frankel said, "That rumor is only propagated by your publication, Mangalo."
"Vikram Rajani, Mumbai Now. Major Nelson, Khushi has been spurned by Zachary. Are you hoping to gain access to her superior mammaries?"
"Thank you all for coming," said Frankel. The press conference was over, but Zach noticed that Mateo smiled and nodded to the reporter.
That evening on the press broadcasts, speculation flurried. Most of the rumors were not at all flattering towards Zach, which was to be expected. This kind of rumor appealed to every man or woman in the world who thought his luck unfair. There were, understandably, many such people, both men and women. The court of public opinion still greatly favored monogamy. It was no use anybody explaining that he had not sought this disparity. The best thing was to just let the hubbub die down.
Public opinion was loud and was filled with all kinds of simmering biases. The public was adamant that Colleen would have Mateo between her legs. Jason was considered a much more suitable mate for Colby since they were both black. From there, it seemed like the youngest of Zach's crewmates were the most desirable. Berte was dismissed as "not social, so not in the running" because of her autism. Ayana, the next youngest after Colleen, was strongly suspected of being a lesbian, and so was dismissed from consideration for this reason. The public, though there was equal evidence Khushi was a lesbian, didn't want to believe it. She got assigned Aiden, the taller one, by most shippers. It was figured her big tits would give her an edge attracting the tallest of the new crew. Anming, the next youngest, was not as popular as Charisse. But Charisse was an inch taller than Ethan, so Anming won out for this reason. Public opinion concluded that Zach should end up with nobody because he was passe. Similarly, his thirtysomething crewmates were considered unable to compete because of their age.
Zach continued his morning and evening intensive inseminations of Anming and Becky. Berte flew off to visit Max again for a few days. Aanya flew back to India to appear on local chat shows to publicize her public service announcement. Zach continued to grab Colby and Colleen at least once during the night. He also kept up his scheduled lunch assignations with Beatrice and Emma. More importantly, he was scrupulous about delivering Colby her square of chocolate every day no matter how difficult the circumstances. One time she was working all day in an underwater zero-g tank. He jumped in and gave her the chocolate. She took out her rebreather for a moment and ate it on the spot.
Thursday was October the first. It held two notable beginnings for the crew. The first was that Berte returned from seeing Max. This was the start of the first week of Trigonometry trying out having one official wife all week. On week one, starting the first, Berte would be the official wife. This was because the idea was started with her in mind. On week two, Colby would be the official wife, and so forth. The idea is that Zach and the official wife of the week would have a semblance of monogamy that week. They would live together at Zach's apartment, have dinner together, and sleep together. This didn't mean that Zach wouldn't see the other wives that week. It just meant that these would be on the sly to maintain the illusion, especially for the official wife.
The other notable beginning was that Aanya met the famous Bollywood actor Aarav Acharya on a chat show. The sparks flew between them. Aarav was a very handsome Indian man with chiseled features. He was nearly six feet, lean, and muscular. His voice was calming. He was very articulate. There was a moment when the host of the show asked, "Aarav, wouldn't you like a girlfriend whose name comes before yours in the alphabet for a change?"
Looking deeply at Aanya, Aarav replied, "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment, as you know. I would love a girlfriend who is truly brave, an astronaut, an explorer, a genetic engineer. That's what I would find fascinating about Aanya, aside from her beauty."
Aanya was dumbstruck. She'd had a crush on Aarav along with most other Indian women. Finally she blurted, "But I'm leaving Earth for good in two months."
"I don't care," Aarav quickly replied. Their faces got close. It looked like they were going to kiss then and there. Then the moment passed. But the country of India, and soon the world, was electrified by it. Americans had to learn what Bollywood was. Later in that same show, Aarav said of Aanya's cause, "I call upon all Indian men to treat women with the utmost respect. They are our mothers, our sisters, our daughters. Now two women are our only representatives beginning to colonize Mars. It's a beginning, but there's so much more to do. India can lead the world in its treatment of women."
On Friday, as the crew learned of Aanya's encounter with Aarav, he crashed a chat show she was appearing on. He announced a foundation called "Create Joy" funded with his own wealth to combat coercive rape with education, outreach, psychotherapy, and other support.
"Are you stalking me?" Aanya jokingly asked Aarav.
"Do you feel stalked?" asked Aarav.
"I feel nervous," Aanya admitted.
"I want to be on a chat show with you tomorrow, too. You fascinate me," Aarav told her. "If you say no, I won't."
"You may," said Aanya. The show host called it a teachable moment, the difference between a respectful relationship and a coercive one.
That evening, Zach and Berte visited the Legendary Club, the swingers' club he and Khushi had previously visited. Over dinner, Berte was texting and Zach was talking. It looked to people like he was talking to her and she was ignoring him in favor of her phone. "It intrigued me when you said you wanted to come here," said Zach. "Any particular reason why?"
"Why such an elliptical question?" asked Berte. "You're nervous."
"It's just that I don't think this is really your scene, nor is it really mine," said Zach. "I'm not interested in purely recreational sex any more than you are. Khushi and I just happened to find that one lady in there that we really clicked with. I don't think that's a normal occurrence in these places. Anyway, I apologize for the poorly formed question. What do you want to do?"
"I'm enjoying this very well prepared dinner," texted Berte. "Khushi and I talked about her dancing on the stage here. She said every man in the room fucked her with their eyes. Since that conversation, I've been wondering what an eye job like that is like."
"Interesting," said Zach. "Are you going to do a strip tease for us?"
"Yes," texted Berte. "And the other thing I want is a bit darker. You and Ben have taught me so much about having fuller, richer relationships than what I was doing before back in the lab. I would never go back to having a sex life like that. But I miss it sometimes. I enjoyed it or I wouldn't have done it. I enjoyed the look on the men's faces as they ejaculated into my mouth. I admit I enjoyed giving pleasure casually. I don't think I'm interested in receiving pleasure causally."
"There were two types of men in the lab who came to me for blowjobs. There were the guilty ones and the domineering ones. Most of the guilty ones were married, but sometimes not. I liked how the guilty ones said over and over that they shouldn't be doing this. Some would tell me I shouldn't be doing this. I loved their helpless attraction to having their guilty orgasms in my mouth and between my tits. Guilty and ashamed, they were so attracted they could only rarely stop themselves. I don't expect to find that category of man here."
"The domineering ones, as soon as we were alone, pushed me down on my knees and had their way with me. Having spoken to Aanya about rape, I suppose what I did was dangerous. None of them ever hit me or otherwise used physical force to get anything out of me. But they wanted my cunt and asshole very badly. They would do anything and everything short of violence to try to get it. I liked the desire in it. I liked the juxtaposition of their bliss in my mouth with their frustration I would not do more. Usually, they would eventually stop asking. But their mouth fucking would often grow more and more violent. They would try to choke me with their dicks. They would try to pull my hair. I had to remain wary of them. There was fun in it. Now I'm nostalgic."
"Let me get this straight," said Zach. "You want me to find you some thoughtless assholes to fuck your throat?"
"One at a time is what I'm used to," texted Berte. "I've never had multiple men trying to fuck my throat. Maybe it would be interesting. I'll try it."
They were done with dinner, so Zach paid the check. They went through the door between the restaurant and the dance hall part of the club. Predictably, Post-Metal Rhapsody was playing on the sound system. What he wouldn't give for something a little more unique like Babilo or some of that new Surge music. The lights were low and a light show was dancing around the room. It was packed that evening. People naked from the waist up and fully naked were the norm on the dance floor. On the opposite side of the room, a woman was onstage stripping.
Holding Zach's hand firmly, Berte pushed through the crowd of dancers. They parted in the wake of the tiny intense-looking blonde. She arrived at the strip stage, Zach in tow, just in time for the current amateur stripper to lose her balance and fall off the stage. Zach caught her, so she wasn't hurt, and she thanked him profusely. Then she looked him up and down and asked him if he wanted to go to a room with her. He declined, saying he had to stay and support his wife.
The tight group of women who frequented the strip stage immediately adopted the quiet and quirky Berte. They asked Zach repeatedly whether his wife/slave/girlfriend was doing okay. Was she mute? He clarified that she was his wife. Some had thought she was a slave because of her metal choker with purple, red, and green streaks on it. He clarified that she was fine, just didn't like to talk much. The music was loud anyway, so much of their communication was gesturing, which Berte was exceedingly good at.
Berte waited patiently for her turn. She was wearing her tight green knit dress with the cutout. She climbed onstage and began shimmying her hips while trying to wrestle herself out of her dress. It was not an elegant dance. It attracted attention because as she pulled up her dress, everybody could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Men and women began to slip Zach calling cards. It wasn't the flurry that had accompanied Khushi's dance. Berte was a green knit cocoon from the waist up and naked from the waist down. Her nice little blonde bush shook as she wiggled out of her tight dress. What a spectacular little crotch and ass she had. Zach could feel the blood stiffen his penis as he watched her.
The men didn't care how badly she danced. Berte was a young and very fit woman with a pretty face and big tits. She looked happy. The women around the stage were a supportive bunch who knew this was her first time stripping. They cheered and clapped for her. They extolled her bravery, little knowing that Berte didn't feel the social awkwardness most people would under the circumstances. She finally wrestled off her dress and threw it into the group of women encouraging her. Her flats followed, and socks, and finally bra. She looked like, as she was twirling her hips, she was giving eye jobs to men in the audience. Focusing on one man, she squatted, spread her legs, and held her labia apart, eliciting a cheer. A moment later, the man slapped a calling card into Zach's hand.
When the music changed, Berte left the stage and a new dancer emerged. Berte hugged and kissed with her new girlfriends, then dressed. She towed Zach to one of the tiny circular tables at the edge of the dance floor. They sat. "Did you have fun?" Zach asked.
"It was nasty enough," texted Berte. "There was some eye fucking going on."
A large bald man dragged his petite timid wife up to their table. They looked to be in their forties. He looked at Berte and said, "Let's fool around. Here, you can have her in the meantime." He pushed his frightened wife into Zach's lap.
Zach smiled at the woman and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Zach," he said gently. The wife took his hand by three of the fingers, since her hands were small, and shook it. As a doctor and a good one, he had a skill for putting nervous people at their ease. She smiled at him meekly.
"Did you hear me?" the man said to Berte. "Do you want to fuck?" Berte just looked at him. Then he turned to Zach. "What's wrong with her? Is she deaf?"
Berte texted Zach, "This moron has potential. I like how coarse and dominant he's being. The men at the lab were all scientists, but some were this coarse."
"She says you have potential," said Zach.
"What, is she texting you? Is she mute?" asked the man.
"Tell him I'll give him a blowjob fully dressed," texted Berte. "In exchange, his wife must agree to fool around with you. You get to fool around any way you want to for as long as you want. He has to watch. I want you to fuck her really good, Zach. I trust that you can give her the time of her life. I want to get him really angry and frustrated. I'll tease him with my mouth."
Zach opened his mouth to ask the woman very gently, but she put a finger on his mouth. "I read the text messages," said the wife. "I like your wife. Her proposal intrigues me. Let me talk to my husband about it."
The couple stepped away several paces. The man seemed frustrated. As the conversation continued, the woman got more enthusiastic. Finally, it seemed the man gave up. They walked back over to Berte and Zach. "Okay," said the man. "I get a blowjob. In exchange..." He pushed the wife into Zach's lap again. "I'm Elijah. This is Charlotte."
The two couples went in search of a room. Berte shut the door, but left the observation window open. Elijah pushed Berte to her knees and unzipped. She looked up at him and smiled hungrily. He looked back at her sternly, like he was settling. She made sure her back was to Zach and Charlotte so that Elijah had to watch them.
Zach gently walked Charlotte over to the king-sized bed and began kissing and undressing her. She seemed to be warming up to him despite her initial trepidation. They lay on the bed half-dressed while he kissed her mouth, neck, and breasts and fingered her. About the time Elijah groaned and ejaculated into Berte's mouth, Charlotte climaxed wetly on Zach's finger as they kissed.
"Okay, let's go," said Elijah. He zipped up.
"Zach's not done yet," said Berte.
"So the mutie talks," said Elijah.
Berte just smiled at him and unzipped him. She began suckling at his limp cock.
"She's right, dear. We agreed to let Zach have his way with me." Charlotte smiled gleefully at Zach until he pulled down his pants. Then she looked a little concerned. Her husband was not small, average at least.
Zach's penis had a way of intimidating women. "You set the pace," he said to her. She continued undressing. "Maybe you should get on top," he suggested.
"I'm no good at that," said Charlotte.
"How about this then?" Zach lifted her in his arms and stood up. He held her against him with one arm while sliding the head of his cock against her wet opening.
Charlotte put her arms around Zach. "You can try it," she said a little fearfully. His cock head went in without incident. Her husband was not small, she was fortysomething, and had probably had kids. Since she didn't sound distressed, he rocked her down onto him further. This elicited a moan. He rocked into her farther and farther until he was in the tiny woman to the hilt, which surprised him. He gently slid her up and down his shaft. She purred. The more firmly he bounced her, the more pleased noises she made.
Soon, she sounded awfully close, "Huh! huh! Huh! AWWWW!" That was a climax. He held her still for a moment while her vagina fluttered with pleasure. Then he continued.
Zach was able to get through a couple more of those until he felt close to cumming. As he bounced her and felt closer and closer to orgasm, she said, "Don't stop! Don't stop! AWWWW! ...Don't stop!" He groaned in orgasm and overflowed her pussy. It ran down his legs and dripped off his balls. After a pause, he continued bouncing her. Immediately, she climaxed again, "AWWWW!"
This time, Zach lasted a lot longer. After a while, he lay Charlotte down on the bed and fucked her missionary style. Berte let more men and couples into the room. They were drawn by Charlotte's frequent and inspiring orgasmic yells. Berte was soon on her knees in front of four men. One of them was Elijah trying to get it up again. She stroked and sucked their penises to hardness.
Two wives of the husbands occupied with Berte's mouth climbed naked onto the bed next to Zach and Charlotte. They introduced themselves as Jane and Nanette. "Can we touch you?" asked Nanette.
Zach answered for both of them, "Yes." The two began rubbing and stroking. "I'm Zach, and she's Charlotte."
Jane asked Charlotte, "It's good, yes?"
Tears were streaming from Charlotte's eyes. "Huh! Huh! So! Good! Uh! AWWWW!"
Nanette asked Zach, "Are you two married? You seem so connected." Zach told them that Berte was his wife. "That makes sense," she said. "She's fit like you, and she's really going through those dicks over there. I think she already finished my husband once."
Charlotte moaned out a particularly poignant "AWWWW!!" as Zach finished in her, "RAAAAA!" He rolled off to the side so as not to crush her. Jane made way and cuddled him from behind. She rubbed her firm tits and erect nipples over the exquisite sweaty muscles of his back. Nanette launched a wobbling Charlotte back towards her husband with a towel held between her legs. Elijah had been teased by Berte, but hadn't orgasmed again. The couple wandered off.
The men remaining with Berte were far nicer than Elijah had been. Jane and Nanette worked together. Jane went first under a quickly erect Zach and had a series of loud inspiring orgasms while Nanette played with herself furiously. Nanette got herself off at the exact moment Zach finished in Jane with a roar. Jane's husband was a puddle in the corner because Berte had sucked him to orgasm three times. The couple lounged serenely together and watched Berte and Zach continue to work.
Nanette was extremely ready to receive Zach. Her husband was getting sucked off for the umpteenth time by Berte and taking forever, but quivering with lust. Nanette spread wide for Zach. He gently rocked into her. She was fully tented. He began pounding away as she shrieked in pleasure. Hearing his wife's bliss, Nanette's husband cried out and shuddered in Berte's mouth. He collapsed and was asleep on the floor within a minute.
As Nanette grew hoarse, Berte spanked Zach once on the butt to indicate he should finish up. He was feeling ready. Out of force of habit perhaps, he waited until Nanette was having another orgasm. He had a nice strong roaring orgasm, but only dribbled a little into Nanette. Berte was dressed by then. Zach dressed quickly and they left the club.
Berte remarked by text message, "Teasing Elijah was fun. The others were too nice. Without either the guilt or the domineering, it was not nostalgic. That's why I wanted to leave. You did good, Zach. You made all those women scream in pleasure like I asked. I hope you still have some semen left for me."
"Always," said Zach with a smile.
Berte and Zach had breakfast at Zach's apartment the next morning. They saw in the news that the press had caught Aanya and Aarav walking hand-in-hand around Mumbai together. By the photos Zach saw, they looked very much in the crushy stages of love. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and were always talking. There were news stories that the couple was spotted kissing over dinner and going back to his place. Both he and Berte were happy for Aanya.
Berte and Zach got a call from Becky. Her pregnancy test showed positive. She set her pregnancy party for Saturday evening, October 10, a week from that day. This would give Aanya time to complete her publicity tour in India. The party would be held at the S&M party place that had hosted Colette's bash. She wanted to really bowl over her girl squad from work with her pregnancy party.
On Tuesday of the next week, Anming got the good news that her pregnancy test was also positive. For her pregnancy party, she just wanted to go out to dinner with everybody. She set the date for Saturday October 17 so as not to conflict with Becky's party. The place would be Mercutio's. They had a private room for large parties.
(To be continued)
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67: Saturday October 10, 2043 1900 hours CST: Return to the Bouncy House
That Saturday evening, everybody arrived at the warehouse for Becky's pregnancy party promptly at 7 PM. From the NASA side, every member of the crews was there, including the mining crew led by Mateo. Becky had invited four of her friends from work.
The most striking of these four women was Ella. She was a winsome Latina who looked young enough to be in high school. She was a college freshman who had interned with Becky over the summer. She enthusiastically met the crew and knew their names. She had on the requisite slinky black dress, high heels, and a black clutch. It was appropriate attire for a formal party, but not really for this one. Zach wondered how much Becky had told her friends about what they were likely getting into tonight. Physically, Ella was Becky's body double, were it not for that added blush of youth. Ella's face had its own unique striking beauty.
Becky's tall slender lawyer friend Amelia had their same thin curvy C-cup body and a regal face. She stretched up a few more inches in height. She was a Latina beauty Becky's age with short lighter brown hair and piercing brown eyes. She was wearing a flowery summer dress. Even at the beginning of October, it was still hot in Houston. Her eyes took in the warehouse with interest.
Becky's police detective friend Lucia looked a bit goth. She was in her late twenties, vigorous, wearing a short black dress and boots. She had dark highlights in her hair and a few piercings and tattoos. She looked friendly and accessible to Zach, but also a badass. She was almost as tall as Amelia but much more muscular. Her D-cup breasts and ample hips fit her powerful frame well.
Most distinguished was Ximena, an older Latina woman in her mid-forties. She worked as a judge in the family court. She had been a mentor to Becky. Since Becky practiced corporate law exclusively, it was acceptable for them to hang out together. She was quite short, a smidge shorter than Colleen, and was dressed inconspicuously in a cream-colored blouse and slacks. Her hair, black with a hint of gray, was elaborately put up. She wore big earrings. She had a soft, intelligent gaze.
The Master spoke up. "We have a much bigger crowd here tonight. That's great. We love repeat business. And, yes, Becky is our guest of honor tonight. You can call me 'Master'." There were introductions and re-introductions all around.
Master said, "Since the company is much more mixed this time, I want to ask. Is anybody not comfortable getting naked in front of anybody else? There will be mostly nudity this evening." Nobody raised their hand to object. Zach was relieved. It appeared Becky had told her friends something about the evening.
"Second question," said the Master. "Does everyone know what a safe word is?"
"I have heard of them," said Lucia the detective, "But I've never had occasion to use one. I'd appreciate an explanation." Ella the college student looked relieved that she didn't have to ask.
"Good," said Master. "We have what's called a 'house safe word'. It is the word 'red'. If you say 'red' or shake your head vigorously side-to-side like this at any time, the action will stop immediately. We never want to have anything get more uncomfortable than you want it to be. You should never be embarrassed to say 'red'. It helps us do a better job." He added, "I know that some of you have your own safe words, but the safe word we'll all use tonight is 'red', agreed? Raise your hand if you agree to this." Everyone raised their hand.
"All right, who wants special treatment?" asked Master.
"Colette does," Alexis said quickly. Looking hard into Colette's eyes, she said, "I want you to make her wish she had a safe word." Colette was quiet, looked excited, and was trying to stay cool in front of their new guests.
"Uh... what is special treatment?" asked Ella.
"Good question, which people surprisingly hardly ever ask," said the Master. "It means that later in the evening, those receiving special treatment will each be taken to their own private room by some of our staff. There, they will be restrained and brutalized in hopefully not unpleasurable ways. Sound interesting?"
"Yikes," said Ella. Master chuckled.
Becky blurted, "I'm going to do it this time." Ella regarded her, eyes wide.
"Do most people do this?" asked the judge, Ximena.
"Another good question," said Master. "It depends on the group. Sometimes, people are here for the general ambience, and nobody does it. Sometimes we get a group of aficionados and they all do it. Last time, this group was somewhere in between." Master added, "But don't do it out of peer pressure. Do it if you're generally curious or interested."
"Maybe next time," said Ximena, smiling at Becky.
Lucia the detective addressed Becky, "Are you sure, Becks? Most of these astronauts didn't do it last time."
"I'm sure," Becky resolved. "It's prudent to get your feet wet and then come back for more."
"That's a good attitude," said Master. "Don't worry. There will be many challenging aspects to this party even if you opt out. Anybody else?"
Looking at Zach, Aanya said, "It was interesting once. I would prefer to opt out this time."
"No problem," said Zach.
Anming began, "My, husband-"
"You'll do it," said Zach to Anming.
"My husband," said Anming, looking genuinely distraught, "Please don't. Last time they did so many dirty, wrong things to me-"
"Were you inspired?" asked Zach.
Anming quietly lowered her head.
"Please tolerate everything as much as possible," said Zach. "Say red and have them fix it if a thing feels old in a bad way. Go farther than you did last time. Confront your demons boldly. Can you do that?"
Anming nodded curtly, still looking at the concrete floor.
"Anming is all yours," Zach said to Master.
"Anybody else?" asked Master.
"You will never get this chocolate ass," Colby said.
She was again drawing attention to herself, thought Zach. He wondered what she wanted from Master. "Why don't you try it?" Zach asked.
"What part of 'hell no' do YOU not understand, sweetheart?" said Colby.
"The part where the lady doth protest too much, methinks," said Zach.
"That was the sixteenth century," said Colby. "In the twenty-first, no means no."
"I'm just asking," said Zach. "It's my mission to contribute to you."
"Oh, I get it," said Colby, approaching and wrapping herself around him. "You want to see me tied up, strapped down, whipped, covered in... jelly was it?"
"I would prefer peanut butter," said Zach. "I think it goes better with chocolate. Smooth peanut butter, of course. You wouldn't want to get any nuts stuck in the wrong places."
"You'd better watch it, or your nuts will get stuck in the wrong places," Colby threatened. But Zach could tell she was amused by the exchange.
"Is it to be anybody other than Colette, Becky, Anming, and Colby?" asked Master.
"NOT me," said Colby.
"Just kidding," said Master.
Charisse raised her hand.
"Okay, the four of you," said Master. "Now I know how many people to call in. Are you sure?" he said, looking at Colby pointedly.
"SO sure you will never get this ass," said Colby.
"Then it's time for the Pinata party," said Master.
"Yay! I get to be a pinata again!" said Berte.
"You can chat," said Master, "but please no talking about strategy. Okay, we have twenty-one players this time. First, you all get these hats, at least temporarily. Great. The rules are simple. There are twenty-one buckets in front of that red line. Stand behind the red line. Now, bare your asses." Becky and the colony crew knew what was coming. They were quick to expose their bare asses. The rest followed in short order. There were no complaints this time. "I know I will never get that firm chocolate ass, Colby," said Master, "but damn what an ass."
Colby smirked at him.
"Each turn, you will pick a number between one and five. This is an automatic paddle with five settings. One is the the softest spank and five is the hardest. They are really all fine. If you take a level one spank, you'll get one candy. A level five spank will get you five candies, and so forth. Not rocket science. The first player to get all 25 candies wins. It's that simple. You could all win together, but that would require cooperation. I'll say no more about that. Cooperation is boring. Okay, I want the law people, Becky's people, over on this side. Good. You first, Miss... Ella." He pointed to the college student and said, "Pick an interesting number."
"I don't know," said Ella. Her black frilly panties were down around one ankle and she was holding up her slinky dress with one hand. Zach was grateful he was tall enough to crane his neck and get a really good look at Ella. Her perfect ass had that dewy firmness of youth. Her pudenda was bare and smooth, no doubt shaved for this very evening. Nice! "Three?" she ventured. They came up with the automatic paddle. "Ow!" she exclaimed, "it hits harder than that?" Her three candies missed the bucket because she was partly turned around talking to Master.
Next up was the detective, Lucia. Zach actually bit his knuckle a little to keep from making some kind of squealing noise. She had her black panties down at her knees. There was a little skull and crossbones on the front -- too cute. She was shaved bare, a little stubbly. She had an unbelievable ass and was quite muscular. She was shaped very much like Khushi, but Khushi was the sort to slink her way into your dreams. This one was a bold sexy punch between the eyes. Every cell of his body pined for her. "Five," she said without hesitating. She got a hard smack. Five candies fell out of her hat into her bucket.
Zach faced a difficult temptation this evening. These women were clearly expecting to hang out with some hunky astronauts tonight and probably a lot more. They were all single and available, normally fair game for Zach. But these women were the main support of Becky's life. He had been "Becky's boyfriend" to them for years. He knew them fairly well in that context.
They all knew he was the father of Becky's child. It was a serially monogamous world here on planet Earth. That was the morality. These women would help raise his child when he could not. They might describe him as a wonderful guy to his child, if he left a good impression. Grabbing the wrong ass tonight might easily result in them describing him as kind of an asshole.
Regardless of anything Becky said, he would already collect negative points for leaving Earth. He must resist the temptation to cuddle up to these yummy strong Latinas. For the sake of his child with Becky, he should only have eyes for Becky tonight. It was perhaps one of the few things he could ever do for the child. Perhaps, later in life, he'd be able to afford to bring the child to Mars for a few years. Then he might do more.
As Zach had been doing all this thinking, the paddling game had smacked its way through the Latinas. It had paddled its way through the mining crew as well. It was well into the colony crew and coming up on his position in the line. Evidently, somebody was signaling strategy in the choices. The crews were all choosing three like Ella had.
Zach was grateful for a quick strategy recap from Charisse, who'd noticed his distant expression. It had been fives from the rest of the Latinas. Mateo had chosen three, hopefully signaling to the Latinas a way they could all win together. "Difficult to keep your hands out of the cookie jar tonight," she'd mused at the end of her recap. It seemed to him that all his crewmates always knew what he was thinking. He chose three and got his spank. It was a lot less than the level five hits he'd received last time.
The spanking returned to sweet young dewy Ella. She dutifully chose five this time. She suffered the spank with a yowl that made Zach wince. Lucia also took the cue from Mateo and chose three. The rest of the Latinas followed suit.
It didn't hurt Zach's reputation to watch closely as the game was played. The game came to Amelia. He'd been lost in thought before. Now he soaked in her smooth-shaved pudenda, labia just barely peeking. Her ass was like a gazelle's, a nice powerful haunch that was dusky, slender, and graceful. Now that he knew he shouldn't even flirt with her, he wanted her ten times more. It was a sickness in his gut. She took the level three paddle with a gentle squeak that made him melt.
It was the judge, Ximena's, turn. She quickly chose three and bore her spank with a small grimace. Her stripe of black bush was neatly trimmed for the occasion, but not shaved. It was jet black, no hint of gray yet to match her head. She struck him as a woman who wouldn't edit such a feature if she had it. She was a bit more spread out than her pals, but her ass looked juicy, not flabby. If only circumstances were otherwise. He daydreamed for a moment grabbing that ass firmly with both hands and pressing into Ximena from behind. He sighed. Charisse noted with sympathy, "Aw Zach, must you fall in love with every woman you see? Your heart must take such a beating."
Shaving went in and out of style. Rightly, as Zach remembered, Ximena's contemporaries, a decade older than his, favored a bit of muff. Contemporary style on the beaches, and he imagined everywhere, lately favored a bush as a power move. Anyone wanting to date a judge would be into powerful women or it simply wouldn't be workable. In contrast, a detective who might work undercover, a litigator, or a coed might reasonably be shaven.
The game came to Mateo, who took a level five spank. The rest of the crews followed suit. Now everyone had eight candies.
Looking towards the ceiling of the warehouse, Ella said, mostly to herself, "Twenty-five minus eight-"
"No discussing strategy," Master corrected.
Ella went silent. She said "Four" and bore a level four spank. The rounds proceeded in an orderly fashion from then, giving Zach an opportunity to watch. He noticed the subtle signs of Colby teasing Master with her body. It was weird to see Becky's friends, who he knew previously only in platonic contexts, bare it all. They were growing comfortable with having bare asses in front of these astronauts.
The mining crew was right up next to them. The two groups were flirting excitedly back and forth. Like him, those men were half erect, finding it hard to keep it down in sight of such pulchritude. Jason had a big cock. Maybe it wasn't quite as big as his, but it looked bigger on a man only 5'2". It was outsized. Mateo's cock looked a little thicker than usual. Aiden and Ethan both looked more or less average. Women didn't really care about such things anyway, he knew.
Zach considered that women were the same about their tits as men were about their cocks. For any of the women short of double D size, they were always wondering how attractive men would find them if their tits were bigger. They never seemed to get that men enjoyed variety: big ones, tiny ones, firm ones, and saggy ones. All had their delectable qualities. The same was probably true of cocks. Except for the overly well-endowed, men were always wondering how popular they'd be with a bigger one. All sizes probably had their delectable qualities to women.
There were three rounds of level four spanks and one final round of level five spanks all around. At the end, they all had twenty-five cannabis candies. Zach overheard the detective Lucia ask the coed Ella what her normal cannabis intake was, to which Ella replied "Zero." Lucia then advised her to eat three of these cannabis toffees to loosen her up for the forthcoming festivities. He noticed that Lucia herself ate twice that many. The rest of the Latinas ate about four. The colony crew had one or two apiece, except Berte, who he could see gobbled three. The candies seemed to affect Berte differently, though. Instead of softening her at the edges, they seemed to affect her like cups of coffee. The mining crew, following the colony crew, also ate just a couple.
"Okay, it's time for everybody to get completely naked. You can put your clothes in the lockers over here. Is anyone here uncomfortable with someone else seeing them have an orgasm?" asked Master. Then to Anming, sternly, "Get your hand down, sub." He looked around again. "Anybody else?"
"I've never done that before," Amelia the attorney said, "but I don't want to be a party pooper."
"Me neither," said Ella, "on both counts."
"Isn't anybody going to a least buy me a drink first?" quipped Ximena.
"Good point," said Colleen.
"I guess I have lots of cannabis candies," concluded Ximena. "Here goes nothing." She popped a few more cannabis candies into her mouth. Anming and a fair assortment of the other women followed suit.
"With five men watching instead of just Zach, the social complexity of this game has exploded," Berte pointed out. She chomped down another cannabis toffee. "The colors are getting pretty. And everybody is so pretty."
"Everyone has an aura," said Ella.
Master explained, "This next game is only for the ladies. It's kind of like musical chairs, except there's no music except your lovely sounds. You also don't change chairs; you must stay seated. Seated, that is, at least until you have an orgasm. After that, you can stand up or remain seated. She who holds her orgasm off the longest is the winner."
"I am many orgasms incarnated in the body of a woman," said Berte. "A woman with beautiful breasts and tickly blonde hair down here... um..."
As everyone undressed, Mateo addressed the group as he bared his body. "Ladies, my crew and I appreciate that we're relative newcomers here. You've all known Zach much longer than us, for the most part. Shyness around us is understandable. We're all just getting to know each other. I also want to acknowledge and appreciate Zach. I understand why you all chose him to be part of your lives. He's a kind man, a nurturing man, and will be a great father. We're not here to supplant Zach. You know this, but it bears repeating."
Mateo put his last article of clothing in his chosen locker and shut it. He continued, "We're with you to do our mission, like you are here to do yours. We want to make the first few years of your mission as easy and pleasant as possible. A ratio of eleven to one is daunting for all of you. Hopefully, we can help soften that in a respectful and happy way. We're here to serve and contribute. Whatever you want to do or don't want to do is fine."
Mateo was done with his somewhat stoned speech. Ximena, Becky's judge friend, now naked with spectacular pendulous breasts, broke in. "Becky promised us, or hah hah warned us, that we would be cavorting naked with sexy and hunky astronauts tonight. We've been looking forward to this all week. And I must say, she's delivered spectacularly!" There was friendly laughter and cheering all around at this remark. Berte threw her panties into the air. Jason caught them and returned them with a smile.
"As Becky's friends, we all know Zach, but this..." Ximena walked over to Zach and swept her hands to indicate his naked body. Then she pointed specifically to his swelling penis, getting some laughter. "This is far beyond what we imagined. I believe I speak for a lot of the women here tonight when I say I'm very... inspired by what I see." More laughter.
She went over to Ethan next. "Look at these muscles, ladies! Just look at him! Yum! And Mateo! Would I like some of that? Yes! And you young man..." she continued, indicating Jason, "You are scary!" she said, indicating his penis. Even though it was only swelling a little at this point, it was obviously going to be a big one. "But not too scary!" There was more laughter from the women. "And another tall muscular one," she said. She stopped next to Aiden and resting one hand on his face and one hand on his tight abs. His penis swelled helplessly as she stroked his body. "Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?"
Zach could see that the judge had indeed once been a formidable litigator. Ximena continued, "I for one intend to give these fine men an evening they'll never forget. Are you with me?" There was shouting and hooting from the women. Zach saw that even the shyer and more reserved women like Anming, Colby, and Amelia were cheering and getting into the spirit. "On behalf of Becky, myself, and our friends, we are fully ready to party!"
"The Breeding Bitches are ready to party!" shouted Alexis.
Colby rejoined proudly, "Trigonometry is all full of babies and ready to party!"
"We're ready to party too!" shouted Ayana and Khushi, hugging each other.
Mateo muttered softly to Zach, "Trigonometry wears the chokers, right? You knocked them all up within, what, ninety days?"
Zach gave into the temptation to brag a little to Mateo. "Actually, everybody but Michaela now. Including Becky. Beck's friends still all have available wombs, as far as I know."
"Well then," an astonished Mateo whispered, not knowing where the exchange was going. "Something to strive for?"
"All yours," said Zach. Perhaps he'd said too much. After all, who was carrying whose baby was really for the women to disclose to whom they wished.
Ximena turned to address Master. "Now we're ready," she said.
"Thank you for that," said Master. "With no further ado... we're walking, walking, walking over to this corner of the warehouse. Here we have sixteen chairs set up for you lovely ladies. I believe we counted correctly. Please pick a chair and sit on the nice little latex... uh... prominence. There's lube under your chair, but Colette, I see the spanking got to you. It looks like Colette and a few others of you won't need lube. You know who you are. Be proud."
None of the women chickened out. They all seemed very fired up by Ximena's speech and ready to put on a show for the men. The cannabis toffees were also kicking in, lowering their inhibitions. Once the women were all firmly seated, laughing and joking together, Master turned on all the chairs simultaneously. The room quickly quieted of everything but the low rumble of the chairs. Zach looked on with the mining crew in overwhelm. He didn't know where to put his hands as he stood there with a hardening penis. It was spectacular to watch all sixteen women, some of whom he'd only known as acquaintances, getting sexually stimulated. The women's expressions varied between amusement and mild embarrassment.
Anming had the most mortified expression, but her legs were tense with excitement. Ximena seemed already near orgasm, he noted. These women liked a good spanking apparently. Or perhaps it was merely undressing in front of five hunky astronauts that had done the trick.
The first minute passed quietly. The women were concentrating and trying not to look directly at the men or each other. All except Ayana. She was looking around freely at the women with an expression similar to the men, overwhelm. The low hum of the vibrating chairs pervaded the area.
Ximena was the first to climax. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed through it. A bell rang and her chair lit up. She remained seated, her eyes shut and looking down, her legs tensing, breathing.
Master turned the chairs up a notch. The women universally jumped and squirmed at the change. Some moaned or whimpered. Zach thought it was quite beautiful, with too many women to watch. Helplessly, his penis was rising. He was becoming quite hard. He glanced over at the other men. To a greater or lesser extent, they were all rising to the occasion.
Michaela moaned. A bell rang, and her chair lit up. "Never delay orgasm," she muttered, her thighs continuing to dance slightly.
Aanya squeezed her legs together and whimpered. The bell rang and her chair lit up. Without another sound, she kept riding with a slight rocking motion.
Ella cried out, "Madre de Dios! NNNUH!" Grool under pressure splashed up and coated her thighs. Her chair lit up and the bell rang. Quivering, she staggered to her feet and off to the sidelines. She pressed her forehead against the cool concrete wall. Her chair was glistening. She had squirted a not insubstantial amount.
Master turned the chairs up another notch. Whimpers and a new wave of sexual tension ran through everybody. Ayana groaned out a good long orgasm. The bell rang and her chair lit up. Her eyes were locked on Colby's ass. Colby was quivering in the chair in front of Ayana and off to one side. She gazed over with love to Khushi, sitting next to her. They locked eyes. She said, "I like doing this with you, lover."
So many legs were shaking. Women everywhere were moaning and squirming. Just watching them, Zach was at full attention. Jason was at three quarters mast, and the other three were as hard as he was. Khushi's breath caught. She was looking deeply into Ayana's eyes. The bell rang and her chair lit up. Her hips gave that characteristic shimmy as her orgasm ended. Zach wanted her desperately in that moment.
The bell rang and kept ringing. Anming orgasmed with an "EEP!" and leapt off of her chair.
Colby climaxed with a wet "UUH!" a moment later.
Becky came with a shuddering moan.
Berte orgasmed with a happy and satisfied grunt.
Anming rose and walked over to cuddle with Zach while the others stayed seated.
A few seconds later, Colleen climaxed with a moan, and said, "This is not really a competition."
"You're right," said Master. "Let's make this interesting. Colette, orgasm, now."
"HUUUUH!!" Colette immediately cried out. The bell rang and her chair lit up.
The bell kept ringing. "Yes! UHUH!" cried Alexis as she came at almost the same time.
The bell was ringing continuously. "Yuhuh!" yelled Charisse as she orgasmed right after that.
It was down to Becky's friends Amelia and Lucia. The bell rang again as Amelia shook with a blood-curdling scream, "AAAAAH!!"
Shortly after that, Lucia orgasmed with a moan. A final ring, and the final chair lit up. Sixteen chairs glowing. Fourteen of them were still occupied by women rubbing and straining towards their next orgasm. Lucia had won the competition. Panting, Lucia added, "A dubious honor."
Master shut off the chairs.
"Hey!" protested Berte.
"Sorry," said Master. "Time is of the essence, because this next game will be a long one. Now, the men will play a game called 'Pin the tail on the Becky'. This time five men will be vying to find and penetrate Becky."
"ME??" said Becky.
"You're the guest of honor," said Master. "What did you expect? I hope you're going to enjoy each and every one of these fine men. They'll indicate their choice by penetrating your vagina with their penises. Then they'll bring themselves to orgasm to lock in their choice. Regrettably the game is not as simple as that. Of course, they will be wearing condoms. Apologies, Zach."
"Completely understandable," said Zach.
"I suppose I hadn't really thought this through," said Becky. "I suppose I'd better get comfortable with the notion of... all of them..."
"So what is this next game?" asked Jason.
Master explained, "Each man in turn will be blindfolded and spun around until disoriented. As I mentioned, he'll wear a condom. He'll be in the middle of a circle of women, nude as you are. The women will be bent over facing away from him. The man will try to find Becky in the circle of women. When he believes he has found her, he'll confirm his choice. He'll push his penis into the vagina of the woman of his choice from behind. He'll arouse himself to the point of ejaculating into his condom. Of course, participation is optional except for Becky and any of the other women who opted for special treatment. Also, it would be nice to have at least one man participate. All right, raise your hand if you want to play."
Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela raised their hands first, followed by Colette as she made eye contact with Alexis. Becky raised her hand. Master looked pointedly at Anming, who raised her hand. Mateo raised his hand. Zach followed suit. The other three crewmen then raised their hands. Berte and Aanya raised their hands together. Khushi raised her hand. Ayana joined her a moment later. They kept whispering to each other. Zach supposed Khushi was telling Ayana that she didn't have to play if she didn't want to. Colleen and Colby were also having a whispered discussion.
"Ladies, you'll have another opportunity to opt out, most of you, at the beginning of each round," added the Master. This caused Colby and Colleen to raise their hands. They were followed by Becky's four friends Lucia, Amelia, Ximena, and Ella. Everybody was playing, at least in principal.
"Next, the men will pick one of these numbered cards to determine the order. Okay, who drew the number one card? Ethan, isn't it?" Ethan was the short stocky geologist on the mining team about Zach's age. Seeing him now in the flesh, Ethan was quite muscular, quite a specimen. Zach enjoyed seeing the emotions play over the women's features. Nobody looked disappointed. Far from it. He could universally see the women getting moist with anticipation. Any pleasure they might enjoy from this fine specimen of a man havig his way with them was plausibly deniable. If embarrassed, they could argue the improbable odds of being chosen.
Master blindfolded Ethan then produced a condom of the appropriate size. "Becky, will you do the honors? Thank you." Becky fiddled with the wrapper and removed the condom. She handed the wrapper back to Master and eyed the blindfolded Ethan shyly. Becky knelt to roll it on with her hands, and Master corrected her. "With your mouth, if you please."
Becky flushed with embarrassment and got shakily onto both knees in front of Ethan. Colleen called out, "You go, girl! You've got this!" The other women joined her to shout words of encouragement. This resolved into a rhythmic chant of "Roll! Roll! Roll! Roll!" Becky rolled on the condom to the hilt, hands held to the side, using only her mouth. At the end, she had his penis fully down her throat. Zach remembered that feeling from early in his relationship with Becky. It was kind of nostalgic to see somebody else experience it.
"All right, do any women want to opt out of this round? Nobody? Well, a very difficult round for you, then, Ethan. Sixteen women. Around and around and around you go. Okay, good, that's enough spinning. Choose wisely."
Ethan crept forward, feeling with his hands, until he touched Colby's ass. He felt it. Colby, hands on knees, looked at Zach and smirked. She had opted out at Colette's party, and here she was in the game. He was kind of glad she was playing this time. He was also kind of jealous as Ethan continued to evaluate Colby's sexy posterior. Colby closed her eyes with pleasure as Ethan reached and felt between her legs, felt her pubic hair. He appeared to make a decision. Apparently, Ethan had been paying attention enough to know that Becky was clean-shaven. Still, he continued to slowly stroke Colby's vulva. Hands on knees, eyes shut, her breath quickened.
Ethan was deliberating on Colby. He stroked his fingers between her legs much more than was strictly necessary, Zach mused. Master went around the circle of women giving them rum-soaked rags to bite down on. Colby was shaken from her reverie when Master got to her.
With apparent regret, Ethan stopped stroking Colby and moved on to the next woman. She was actually Becky. First thing, he felt she was clean-shaven. He squeezed her ass experimentally. Becky bit down on her rag so as not to make a sound. Ethan reached around and felt her breasts. He stood up and moved on. Perhaps he had misjudged the size of Becky's breasts. Becky's breasts also looked bigger to Zach when she was bent over like that. Deceptive.
Ethan's basic strategy was to evaluate pubic hair, or the lack thereof, and boobs. He went through a number of the women in this way.
Even though Colleen was significantly shorter than Becky, he paused at her. She waggled her ass against Ethan too, causing more amused looks among the women. She had pubic hair, so he knew she wasn't Becky. Even so, he stole a bit of her moisture, which startled her, and rubbed it on his condom. Then he stroked himself in her ass crack until he was fully hard again.
"That's a good point," said the Master. "There are so many women to choose from. It's hard to stay hard in a condom while you look through them all." He took a bottle of lube. He walked around the circle and squirted a dollop of lube at the top of each woman's ass crack. Colby glared at Master when he squirted a dollop of lube onto her ass crack. In response, he squirted a second dollop onto her. She started to stand up, but then the lube started to run, so she bent over again and kept glaring.
Ethan began stroking himself on the women's ass cracks as a regular thing, quickly becoming more excited. He was also evaluating height, but assessing height was harder, especially with all the women bent over away from him.
Khushi had massive tits and was built like a goddess. Ethan was caught by pleasure, stroking himself in her ass crack. Zach guessed that Ethan wasn't far from accidentally filling his condom. Reluctantly, just in time, Ethan moved on. Aanya was way too small, but again he lingered, stroking in her cute little ass crack. He was going to lose it any minute. Colette, obviously too tall. All the women were taking Ethan's excited stroking with a bit of mirth. It was a kind of praise, how long he lingered even though he didn't feel it was Becky.
Last in the circle of women, and Ethan must have been counting, was Ella. He felt her pudenda, smooth. He cupped her breasts. Ella was nearly Becky's twin, only a decade younger, and with her own distinctly striking face. Ethan stroked the lube at the top of Ella's ass crack onto his condom and straining erection. Her eyes widened as he rocked into her gratefully, making his choice. Ella's teeth flashed as she bit hard into her rum-soaked rag so as not to cry out. The other women watched, biting their own rags. It only took Ethan a minute before he tensed, moaned and strained. Everybody broke out in applause.
In response to the applause, Ethan smiled, confident of success. When Master took away the blindfold, he saw it was Ella. "Uh, pleased..." he stammered. They shook hands and smiled meekly at each other.
"It was hard not to cry out," Ella said to him encouragingly. She looked gratified that the muscular astronaut had chosen her. When Ethan slowly pulled out, the condom had an appreciable load in it. There was more applause.
Aiden was up next. Becky applied the condom with wonderful skill, which started him off very stiffly. He was blindfolded. The women quietly shuffled their positions and formed another circle.
Tall, muscular Aiden had a different strategy, it seemed to Zach. He was resigned to not finding Becky, and seemed more focused on just experiencing the women in a friendly way. He rubbed, stroked, and touched, and occasionally inserted a finger if the woman seemed encouraging. The women, in turn, were holding back snickers and rubbing against him shamelessly. They were getting into his version of the game.
Aiden started with the tiny Michaela, who encouraged him shamelessly. He then excitedly moved on to Berte, Ayana, Colleen, and Colby. He did a lot of ass crack rubbing with all of them. He then moved back to Michaela and pushed into her with great relish. A growling, moaning orgasm shook him. He looked like a giant bear hovering over the tiny redhead. He strained into her as she quietly and beatifically smiled with the rag in her teeth.
Aiden seemed not at all surprised when the blindfold came off. He swept a giggling Michaela up in his arms, semen still pendulous in the condom on his softening penis. There was polite applause. By way of explanation, Aiden offered, "You are all so incredibly sexy I was overwhelmed. I didn't stand a chance."
Jason, the distinguished black leader of the mining crew, was up next. He praised Becky for the incredible job she did putting the large condom on him with her mouth. As she rolled on the condom, she fit his impressive penis all the way down her throat. She then continued sucking him up to full erection, which took a few minutes. His penis filled and hardened to an impressive size as she struggled more and more to choke it down. Colby looked on enviously, as did a few other of the women Zach caught the expressions of. Zach was proud of Becky. He was envious, but knew his turn was coming.
Jason appeared serious and deliberative with the game, trying to win it. He evaluated around the circle, quickly assessing bushes, ass sizes, and breast sizes. He returned to Colleen a few times and finally pushed in. And who wouldn't want to push into Colleen? Zach glanced over to see that Mateo had a relaxed expression. Of course he did, being a professional. His biggest worry should be jealousy among the three miners. They were the least trained and vetted of the crews. They all seemed like fine fellows so far, though, fingers crossed.
Jason was characteristically good-natured at his loss. Jason and Colleen shared a lingering embrace afterwards. It looked like he wanted to kiss her, but was not sure if Colleen would welcome it. Such a strange party this was. Intercourse had just happened, yet a kiss, out of the context of a party game at least, seemed problematic.
It was Zach's turn. His professional training would help, but so would his long familiarity with Becky. He felt the weight of opinion that he should be able to choose accurately. But this was a tricky game. There were so many women to be distracted by. He considered his chances to be fifty-fifty at best. And he had lost last time, embarrassingly confusing Ayana for Colette.
Becky lovingly got on her knees in front of Zach and rolled the condom onto him with her mouth. He cupped her face. She gave him a few more strokes down her throat for good measure. So good! It was time for the blindfold. He could hear the women moving around afterwards, shifting places.
The game began. The very first woman Zach touched felt very familiar on a spiritual level. He felt he shouldn't read too much into this. He had made love to many of these women. But this was like an electric spark. Interesting. He felt her generous ass. His secret trick was to check how clean shaven the shaved women were. Becky was a bit stubbly today. Ella had shaved very smooth for the party. This woman under his hands had the right amount of stubble. Her breasts were perfect, maybe a bit too large for Becky, but then he remembered Ethan's mistake. He was pretty sure this very first woman he'd touched was indeed Becky. But he should feel them all. He must not lose count, so he could find his way back. He proceeded clockwise.
The next woman could be a twin of the first, but had a baby-smooth pudenda. This woman had a wet, lubed, open, vulva. She squirmed a little when Zach felt her. This had to be Ella. It further confirmed his identification of Becky. They had stayed close to each other in the previous two circles. He continued.
This woman was too short, and Zach could feel the signs this was also an older woman. She had to be Ximena. He lingered, feeling her, for as long as he could reasonably get away with. He desperately wanted all of Becky's friends. They were kind, high-class women, every one of them. He was confident he could show them a good time if only the circumstances were different. Reluctantly, he moved on.
The next woman rubbed up against him provocatively as he touched her. She could be Becky trying to signal him. Or she could be one of many other women toying with him. The difficulty of winning this game struck him. This woman felt like Becky, too. Best guess, she was a bit on the short side. So this would have to be Alexis. Of course she was rubbing up against him, the flirt. He moved on.
The next woman had a bush and felt like Anming. The woman after that, also bushy, had to be Berte. Maybe he could win this. The next woman was again very difficult. She felt exactly like Becky. With this woman, though, the energy between them felt awkward. Not the vibe of the first woman. He moved on.
The next woman was tiny and shaved, therefore must be Michaela. The next woman was small and bushy, maybe Aanya or Colby. The woman after that was distinctly taller and had nice big knockers, more than a handful. It had to be Khushi, but could perhaps be Lucia, Becky's friend. She felt more feminine, but Zach was quite aroused, and Lucia would feel plenty feminine under the circumstances. Anyway, not Becky. Moving on.
The next woman was too short. She felt familiar and relaxed under his hands. In every other feature she could be Becky. The only medium-short shaved woman was Alexis, other than Ximena. He was pretty sure of her identification. So was the other woman he'd identified as Alexis really Becky? This game was hard. He had to go with his gut. This woman, at least, was definitely too short. He moved on.
The next woman was definitely too tall: Colette, or Ayana, or perhaps Becky's friend Amelia. After that, medium-short, well-shaped, furry, had to be Colleen. Really tiny, slender, that special texture to her pubic hair told Zach this must be Colby. He gave her a kiss on the neck. He could smell the rum on her rag. He moved on.
Definitely D-cups on the next woman. She was tall. She had to be Khushi or Lucia. She felt spectacular. Not Becky, at any rate. He gave her ass a nice hard spank. Whether Khushi or Lucia, he wanted to say a resounding hello. Moving on.
The sixteenth woman was tall, slender, and had B-cups. She had to be Ayana. That put him back to the woman he believed to be Becky. He got that electric feel touching her again. Touching all these women had desperately aroused him. He was about ready to pop. This woman, Becky as far as he knew, was quite wet and excited. He rocked into her slowly. He would have to make love to her again later without a condom. But he appreciated the rule. Being in Becky was always bliss. All too soon he was straining into her and ejaculating with incredible satisfaction into his condom.
Master removed the blindfold. Wrong again! He had chosen Charisse. His hands gripped that yummy and very pale white ass, compared to Becky's decidedly tan one. Well, that explained the emotional connection. He looked around the circle. The first woman he'd thought was Alexis had been Becky. He'd correctly identified many of the other women, for all the good it had done him. Charisse hugged him with one arm and French kissed him while slipping off the condom with her other hand. Without letting go of him or even looking, she tied the condom off adroitly with one hand. He said, "If I ever need a nurse to assist me, you've got the skills."
"Why Zach, what have you been doing with your nursing staff?" Charisse quipped.
It was the last round. It was Mateo's turn. Becky saucily rolled the condom onto him with her mouth and gave him several more strokes. She obviously found him attractive. Mateo was a very attractive man. Master put the blindfold on him and spun him around several times.
Mateo had a brilliant trick that Zach should have thought of. The women of the crew all had close-cropped fingernails. Becky and her friends except Lucia all had longer fingernails. Using this trick, Mateo quickly went through Aanya, Berte, Colette, Ayana, Colby, and Khushi. He stopped at Ella and puzzled at her for some time. He then quickly went through Charisse, Colleen, and Alexis to arrive at Amelia. He examined Amelia for a while. Next was Ximena, but he quickly identified her as not Becky by her shorter, stockier stature and massive tits. Right next to Ximena was Becky herself. Mateo lingered on her for a tantalizing time. He then finished the circle, going through Michaela, Anming, and Lucia.
Then Mateo went back and unerringly examined Ella, Amelia, and Becky again. He seemed to decide against Amelia quickly. He chose Ella and pushed into her. If Mateo had thought of Zach's trick with the pudenda stubble, he would have won. Ella's face showed ecstasy as she bit down hard on her rag. Her eyes fluttered shut as Mateo's thick penis hammered her. This would be the second man to finish in Ella. She looked like she felt lucky. Zach mused that the pleasure was kind of guilt-free. Everyone had taken the risk. It was only a game. Mateo strained and made a pleasure-filled groan as he finished. Ella's legs shook as he did so. She'd orgasmed with him, evidently. All in all, an enviable showing from Mateo!
Mateo was gracious in defeat. Ella hugged him close and kissed him deeply, slipping off the condom with one hand. Evidently she'd liked Charisse's style. Ella just held the full condom. She seemed completely swept away by Mateo. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, continued a whispered conversation, and kissed again. Ah, well, perfect in its own way.
It was time for Colette, Becky, Anming, and Charisse to part ways with the rest of them. They went to their special treatment. Each of the four was led off by four or five men in black t-shirts.
The rest of them collected in the oily bouncy house. It was a lot more crowded this time. Instead of the eight women and Zach they'd had last time, it was twelve women and five men. Things got rambunctious. Zach stood unsteadily against the slippery bouncy house wall, observing the others.
A gaggle of women was swarming Mateo. Ella and Lucia were holding hands with him and bouncing. Colby and Khushi joined this bouncing group. Now the circle of the five of them were smiling, yelling, and excitedly bouncing together.
Jason was staying busy. Berte and Ayana were chatting with him, all three trying to keep their balance. Zach knew Berte had been close to Ayana since the latter's breakup and reunion with Khushi. Since Khushi's back was turned focusing on Mateo, Ayana took the opportunity to slip Berte some serious tongue. Berte, in turn, was touching Jason and inviting him closer. Ayana didn't appear to be resisting the idea. Other than the touching, they could have been talking shop. They were either talking shop or planning a threesome. He wanted to imagine the latter. Intriguing.
Ethan, the short muscular miner who had gone first, was joking and playing grab-ass with Amelia, Becky's attorney friend, and Colleen. Hmm. They seemed to be having a great time.
Aiden, the tall miner, was cuddling close and bouncing with Alexis and Michaela. He was erect and looking increasingly desperate. They were rubbing and teasing him shamelessly. Amidst the vigorous bouncing, the three of them fell over and slid into a corner in a pile of bodies. Aiden was underneath the two Breeding Bitches. That was definitely a threesome happening there.
Seeing that Ximena was by herself, Zach bounced over. "Look at all this," she said, smiling at Zach. They held hands and bounced together so as not to fall down. The group with Mateo was especially creating giant waves in the bouncy house.
"I hope you're enjoying the party," Zach commented.
"Absolutely! I used to be invited to these kinds of things, well maybe not this extreme. Then the invites slowed down as I got older and I became a judge. Let's say it's the judge thing," Ximena said, smiling brilliantly.
"It's absolutely the judge thing," said Zach. "The only other explanation is that men have become stupider over the years. I hope that's not the case."
Ximena held Zach closer, perhaps merely for balance. Being naked and covered with oil was not an a priori sexual situation, was it? His oily penis felt wonderful rubbing against her slick tummy uncontrollably as the whole bouncy house jiggled. "You are such a charmer, Zach," she confided. "On a Friday night a few weeks ago, Becky and I finished off most of a batch of my famous hash brownies and talked far into the night. She told me about your living arrangements and the breeding program."
"I hope you're not horrified," said Zach.
"You underestimate me," said Ximena. "It's sensible for them to want the father to be there for their children. That would have to be you. But forgive me, the first thing I thought was," she said, stroking his penis discreetly, "could I get Zach to make love to me as well?"
"I've always found you attractive, Ximena," said Zach. "My only reservation is that you're Becky's close friend. I wouldn't want it to affect any of our friendships. It would have to be okay with her."
Ximena let go of Zach's penis. "A sensible answer. I'll ask her, then," she said. "But just so you know, I'm aching to spread for you, doctor." She smiled at him, and slipped away towards the other astronauts.
Aanya sidled up to Zach and slid her oily tummy on his straining erect penis. "I need it as hard as you can," she growled at him. He grabbed her firmly by the hair, lifted one of her slippery legs, and pushed forcefully into her. They fell over with the bouncing and slid into a corner. He fucked her with as much force and passion as he could muster. Purchase was difficult since they were both slippery, as was their environment.
Aanya whimpered in time to the oily spanking noises between them as Zach worked to satisfy her. She trembled, tensed, and cried, "GREEN!" He felt her vagina powerfully clip him as she orgasmed. He succumbed to her tight slippery channel and filled her with semen. He strained and held her close as the house bounced and slid them around. His semen trailed out of her. He pulled out. It seemed his semen splashed everywhere. The whole place smelled like massage oil and semen. As they slid into another corner, it didn't appear anyone noticed. They were all fairly stoned on cannabis toffees.
"Tell me about this guy Aarav," said Zach as they cuddled.
"Oh, you saw that," said Aanya. She seemed embarrassed.
"It was worldwide news," said Zach. "Don't worry, you warned me. You told me Michaela had convinced you to explore with other men. I remind you what I said in response. I think it's healthy."
"I understand and remember that. Were it not for your opinion, I would've never," said Aanya. "It's not how I was raised."
"Me neither," said Zach. "I look at it this way, you specifically, I mean. A normal healthy sex life was stolen from you in college. Now you are reclaiming your life in a very real sense. A movie star suits you, Aanya. You deserve all the movie stars. I want you to have no regrets after we leave for Mars, are we clear?"
"Heh. Yes, my husband," Aanya agreed.
"That's more like it!" said Zach. They smiled at each other, just being in love with each other for a moment. He reiterated, "So tell me about Aarav."
"Well, he's every Indian girl's dream date," Aanya said. Then she added somewhat shyly, "and he didn't disappoint. He's such a romantic man. Not a scientist. Very spiritual. Very emotionally connected. I wish I could spend more time with him."
"Aren't you going to visit him again?" asked Zach.
"No," Aanya sighed. "They activate the entire police force when we visit. It's because of the assassination attempt. It's not fair to the people who need those police to protect them. Aarav and I discussed it, and he agreed. We were both sad. I had to say goodbye to him."
"Well, that's a sad way to part," said Zach.
"I can find other men," Aanya said sadly. "I'm supposed to be broadening myself." She traced a pattern in the oil on Zach's chest.
The party moved from the oily, slippery bouncy house to the oily, slippery ball pit. As she climbed out of the bouncy house, Colleen looked at her hand. "What's this white... oh." She looked around at the men. Zach tried to look innocent.
In the ball pit, he continued to observe. He leaned against the wall. At Zach's encouragement, with a kiss and a pat, Aanya wandered off to flirt with Aiden.
Alexis came up to him and asked, "How's it hanging?" She reached under the surface of the balls and discreetly stroked his penis. It swelled and stiffened rapidly. "Well, I gather," she smiled.
"Wonderful. Enjoying chilling and people watching," said Zach. "Our new crewmates are making quite the impression. It's a good thing. And yourself?"
"In the planning stages," said Alexis. "To get the distinction, I'm going to have to go at it the earliest possible moment. No doubt Charisse is planning, too. You and I need to be first into the dome on Mars, Zach. I want you on the ground right in front of the airlock as the mining crew arrives. I'll mount you cowgirl. Aiden gets stiff quickly. As soon as they get through the airlock, he can penetrate my ass. Jason goes in my mouth. I would say the other way around, but Jason takes longer to get hard. He would have to be very hard before he could get his massive dong in my ass."
"Sounds like a reasonable plan," said Zach. He didn't feel it was his place for him to spoil the surprise. Colleen had already gained the distinction of being the first airtight woman on Mars. Instead, he encouraged, "I can see the statues and murals already. The Mars Colony One Crew welcomes the Mars Mining Seventeen Crew at the Dome One airlock. A historic moment. I suppose we can tell the kids on field trips that you and I fell over. Jason and Aiden are helping us up."
"Get real, Zach," said Alexis. "We'll follow tradition and edit that part out. It won't be the first time. Why do you think George Washington was standing up in a boat crossing a river? It stands to reason that it was so his whore, mistress, slave, whatever, could suck him off during the crossing. That part was just edited out. What other explanation could there be for standing up in a boat crossing a river?"
"Oh, God, sure, makes sense," Zach breathed. Alexis had been expertly stroking him this whole time. He was ready to ejaculate. He was stoned. He was putty in Alexis's hands.
"Let's not have you make another mess," said Alexis, diving under the surface of the balls. Her expert mouth, throat, and wiggling tongue sucked in Zach's entire length. He groaned and shot helplessly. After his shots of cum subsided, she resurfaced with a smile. "Your semen always tastes wonderful, darling. How do you manage it?"
"Clean living?" mused Zach.
Alexis snickered. "I doubt that." She swam away with a wave to join some other conversation.
Zach looked around. Michaela, Aanya, Khushi, and Colleen were laughing and joking with Jason. Michaela looked to be playing with Jason's equipment under the surface of the balls. The women were teasing him, and he was holding his own, by the look of it. He showed the polish of a man who had studied the art of flirting with women for a decade more than the rest of them. It was clear to Zach that Jason could have any of these women he wanted. And why wouldn't he want each and every one of them?
Zach felt certain that there would be a lot of cross pollination in the next few years. He felt competitive in that moment. He knew he wasn't the most interesting of men. He was boring, stable, and predictable. When everybody was scared of what the future would hold, as they were presently, it was an advantage. When everyone was used to Mars and it was just another small town, it would likely work against him. Perhaps Charisse was right. Perhaps he was the jealous type.
Ayana and Ximena were having a close conversation with Mateo. It looked like Ayana was fingering Ximena under the surface of the balls, and Mateo was looking on and saying nice things. Ximena looked excited and embarrassed. Clearly she was quite attracted to Mateo. She was having a hard time keeping it together in front of him. Ayana had a mischievous look on her face.
Alexis, Ella, and Lucia were hanging out with muscular Ethan. Not surprisingly, Alexis was saying suggestive things to all of them. She was openly stimulating Ethan with both hands. He looked close. She dived into the balls. His mouth opened in a wide O. He clapped one hand over his mouth. With his other hand, he gripped the edge of the ball pit, knuckles white. He strained for a moment, lost to the world. As he slumped, Alexis emerged out of the balls wiping her mouth. She was going for a grand slam! Zach couldn't hear her, but he imagined she said something like "That's how you do it, girls." Lucia nodded and pressed a still overwhelmed looking Ethan up against the wall of the ball pit. Grabbing Ella's hand, Alexis led her away.
Berte, Colby, and Amelia were hanging out with Aiden. In this case, there looked to be some good-natured flirting going on, but nothing more serious. It looked like Colby was encouraging Berte to give Aiden a whirl. Berte wanted to defer to Amelia. Amelia looked hesitant and was arguing something like, "No, you first."
Michaela dived under the surface of the balls to finish off Jason. Aanya, Khushi, and Colleen had closed in on him. They held him and cooed at him as he jerked and orgasmed. All was still for a moment, then Michaela surfaced with a smile.
Ayana was now down kissing and feeling Ximena, who was bent over, almost submerged in the balls. Ximena was grabbing the wall of the ball pit tightly with both hands. Mateo was behind her, lining up to enter her from behind.
Alexis led Ella over to where Colby, Berte, and Amelia were decision making about Aiden, who was looking on. As the three women continued their discussion, Alexis sidled up to Aiden. She pushed Ella's head down into the balls and then submerged herself. Aiden's expression changed. The three other women began to notice that something was happening.
Various groups wandered off to the showers, and Zach joined them. There they met Colette, Becky, Anming, and Charisse. They looked tired, but none the worse for wear. On second glance, Colette had a few bruises and whip marks, but nothing serious. As with the last time, Charisse and Colette were mum about their experiences.
"It was interesting and confronting," said Becky. "They strapped me down tightly and teased me with toys and feathers until I was close. They toyed me more, but whipped me as well, so I couldn't quite orgasm. It got so that I was pleading with them to let me orgasm. They made me promise to let them do things to me if they let me cum. The deal was struck, and I climaxed spectacularly, and kept climaxing as they ravaged every one of my holes repeatedly. It got out of hand, but I kept saying yes to everything. I don't regret it. It's so strange, having a quick succession of men, multiple men. I've never had more than one lover. It was a blur. A pleasurable blur. An interesting experience."
Anming said to Zach, "I told them your instructions, and that I must obey them. I begged and pleaded with them not to do all the dirty and disgusting things they did to me. Some of the things, only a husband should do. Some of the things, nobody should do. I couldn't say red, because nothing felt old. My old life was sterile, and unfortunately, this was not."
“Please elaborate,” said Zach. “I want every detail.”
“They put me on my back on a table and strapped my arms and legs to the table’s legs. They made me orgasm and wet myself with my fluids, which they captured in a vessel. They kept rubbing it under my nose so I had to smell my sex. They put big dildos driven by piston machines in both my holes. The dildos went faster than any man ever could and squirted hot lube. Whenever they wanted, usually when I orgasmed, they would stop the dildos and make them squirt hot lube deep into me. It felt like 100 men ravaging me very, very fast, but it didn’t feel old. The old feeling, the rape, was that I was reduced to a vessel for a man’s semen and desire to control me and hurt me. In contrast, the men tonight played me like a musical instrument, making me helplessly sing their song with my orgasms. It was always more sensation. When the dildos excited me too quickly, they would whip me all over my body with small whips. They often ejaculated their semen onto my face. I couldn’t wipe it off. I complained, but they had no mercy. I orgasmed for them even so.”
"Were you inspired by this, Anming?" asked Zach.
"The worst part," Anming said, eyes downcast. "It excited me. All of it. And they knew. And they kept doing it more and more. Inspiring? I'm confused. I'm nauseated at myself. I must be broken."
"Say your pledge," said Zach firmly.
"Yes, my husband," said Anming dutifully, maintaining eye contact. "I am my husband's favored pet. I am beautiful beyond imagining. Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all men. I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. Only one man owns my exquisite self. Zachary owns my exquisite body. Zachary owns all my pleasurable holes and erogenous zones. Zachary owns my soul. Zachary owns my spirit. I am content in my exquisite perfection."
"And are you content?" asked Zach.
Anming clung and crushed her wet naked body to Zach's as the shower sprayed down. "Yes, my husband," she said confidently.
(To be continued)
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68: Sunday Oct 11, 1400 hours CST: Colby's Week
Zach approached Colby, whose torso was buried in the guts of a large autonomous vehicle. She heard him approach and looked up from the optical bus plane she was working on. "Here's your chocolate," he said, holding out the square to her.
"Thank you," said Colby, wiping her hands carefully on her rag. She took the square of chocolate and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes squeezed into crescents as she savored it.
It seemed to Zach that this practice never lost its luster for either of them. It brought him back to the very beginning of their relationship. He said, "I can't stop thinking about you since Becky's pregnancy party. When I saw Ethan fingering you during 'Pin the Tail on the Becky,' I wanted to be him."
"Why weren't you him, then?" asked Colby pointedly. "All I got from you was a little peck on the cheek."
"I felt the pressure to do the game justice," Zach countered.
"Oh, so you had to play your little game," Colby chided. "Now that fine man Aiden had his priorities straight. Did you see him rubbing his cock furiously in my ass crack? He almost came. I almost came," she purred. "But you didn't notice. Winning was more important. At least Mateo apologized later for not feeling me up more."
Zach smirked, "I apologize for not feeling you up more."
"It's about time," Colby grinned.
"I need you," said Zach.
"What, now?" asked Colby. "You're about twelve hours too late, buddy. I've got my hands in a- oof!"
Zach pressed his straining cock against Colby's magnificent ass. His body mashed her front against the large vehicle. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. They were well back in her shop. Someone would have to walk all the way in here to see them. He tugged at her jeans. They were tight. Her panties were coming down with them. His cock was like iron in his pants.
"You dirty dog, you're still Berte's husband!" Colby fretted. "It's our week starting tomorrow, you crazy fiend. Can't you even wait until tomorrow? Then we'll be the official couple for a whole week."
Zach stepped back. "I can if you need me to." His relationship with Colby was solid. He trusted it as an axiom. But her rules for him in their relationship seemed fluid with her mood. They both knew he needed to be available to other women. Not only was he available to Trigonometry, but also Michaela, who was still trying to get pregnant. Colby knew about the other crewmates, the ones who pounced on him and the ones he pounced on. She seemingly ignored the Trigonometry calendar and his schedule of dalliances with Beatrice and Emma. They didn't discuss any of it. He knew Colby didn't want to share him. For her sake, he didn't want to be shared.
Zach, being totally honest with himself, didn't dream of a monogamous life any more. It was important to him to be honest and stick to the rules in any relationship. He had been monogamous before. Right before the selection, though, he'd been dating five women. He could tell himself that was because it was hard for him to say "no." He could make all kinds of excuses. The fact was, that was not a part of Colby's future dream he truly shared. It was a normal life, but not his preferred life. Given this, he wondered how long Colby would stick with him. He was desperate not to lose her. He always would be desperate not to lose her. But he was not sure he would give up everyone else for her. So he would probably lose her. He hated himself in that moment.
Colby regarded Zach. "Ohhh. I see that look. I'm not one of your slave girls, but I don't ever want to cause that look again."
"I have a look?" said Zach.
"You do," said Colby. "It's an 'I'll tolerate this and be strong' look. But you don't fool me." She pulled her jeans and panties down the rest of the way. She kicked off one flat and pulled her leg out of the jeans and panties. She put her hands on the side of the vehicle, spread her legs slightly, and bent over. "I'm done being the cause of- ummmm..."
In an instant, Zach was on his knees between Colby's legs. His tongue explored her vulva. She tasted divine. He tasted a hint of her breakfast omelet. There was also a hint of machine oil along with her usual tangy acid taste. She was juicy already. Curiosity goading him, he asked, "Who have you been thinking about?"
"A girl needn't feel guilty about anything that happens between her and her vibrator," Colby replied cryptically. "Aaa! Fuck!"
This as he began to rock his penis into her slippery vaginal tunnel, taking care all remained slick. He filled her mightily as he pushed in. He prompted, "Well?"
"Pregnancy is, uh! Making me horny-! So yeah I-yiy-yiy... I snuck into the toilet with the vibrator right over on that shelf there, see it? To rub one out. Oh, Zach..."
"Who did you think about?" Zach breathed mischievously in her ear.
"A little rubbing and flirting at the party isn't a crime. I've been faithful."
"Faithful? Please don't think like that. Our marriage is open," said Zach.
"Yes, and I invited them in, because they're good women, and you were the only man," Colby said. "You were going to be the only man. God help me... It wasn't fair to keep you from them."
"Who you thought about, it must be juicy," said Zach. "You keep changing the subject."
"You know- huh- you can see- huh- the Trig calendar- huh- Nobody on there..." said Colby.
"Jason?" asked Zach.
"Yeah sommmme..." Colby purred. "And you in fact, thinking about our week..."
"Aww, that's sweet," said Zach.
"Don't you know me, baby?" Colby felt Zach's hot breath on her neck as he continued to fill her to bursting. A nasty thought gripped her. "We're cheating on your cute young blonde wifey-wife, but you can't help it, can you?" she panted. "You need some of this sweet chocolate, oh yeah." His long thick cock swept in and out of her, filling then retreating. She added, "You'll cheat on me during our week."
"No," Zach grunted, helplessly driven towards his crisis, stroking out his pleasure in her slick tightness.
"Ha," Colby moaned. "Number one: bullshit. Number two: that's not a question. It's a command." With this, she climaxed with a whimper. He could feel her clip him all the tighter as she lowered her head against the cool metal and delighted.
"Wha? Huh?" Zach managed as he continued to pound her with abandon. He was close. He was beyond reason.
Colby moaned, "Oh yeah... Hnn... I want you to cheat, hnn... with each of those skanks, hnn... and tell me, hnn... all the nasty, hnn... cheating, hnn... details! Oh God! OH-GOD-OH-GOD!!"
Zach wondered somewhere in the back of his mind if someone might hear them. At the front of his mind, he locked his straining member hard into Colby's fluttering tight vaginal embrace. His orgasm filled him. With a grunt, he shot his first wad tight and hot against her back wall. Another wad followed the first, and another. Whenever he ejaculated in Colby, he felt like he was giving his love, his spirit. He groaned with the infinite pleasure of it. Another big healthy shot. In the stillness, she clipped him again. She was still orgasming.
"Huuunh! And that's how you knocked me up so quickly, mister," she purred.
After he'd regained his senses, Zach asked, "So what's all this about cheating?"
"You heard me," said Colby. "During our week, I want you to waylay those skanks repeatedly, repeatedly! Then you tell me all about how you wore out their little pussies and made them scream and cry. I want a daily report!"
"And by 'those skanks' you mean?" asked Zach.
"Everybody you're nailing these days," said Colby.
"Oh yes, the skanks. Sure, that's me," replied Zach, "making the skanks scream and cry. Daily report. Got it." He wondered what Colby was up to now. He wasn't going to volunteer anything. Any talk of other women tended to upset her, in his experience.
"Good boy," said Colby. "It's already dripped all over my jeans. Just let it loose." Zach pulled out the rest of the way. A great deal of his cum bolstered by her own fluids splashed onto her jeans and panties. She pulled them up and slipped her abandoned flat on. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm not one of those dirty skanks who throws their jeans into the freezer to clean them. I wash my clothes with soap like regular people."
"Good to hear," said Zach supportively.
Berte's turn as official wife ended Monday after breakfast. At that goodbye breakfast, Zach asked her, "What do you think of our new idea? Was it good?"
Berte texted her response. "It was good that you were mine all the time, that I didn't have to share with anyone. That said, I missed the help in bed! Having you at me again and again at night was wonderful the first couple of nights. It was still good after that, but so much! You need to sneak away and bother the rest of Trigonometry every once in a while, lover." In fact, he had been bothering Trigonometry regularly during the week and a half. There were also his other liaisons.
"Did anybody complain?" asked Zach.
Berte texted, "No, but they're so kind, of course they wouldn't. I felt guilty that you weren't more available to the others."
"Don't worry about it. They probably enjoyed the respite," said Zach. "After this, are you going to stay in town, or are you going to visit Ben or somebody else?"
"Do you want me to stay?" asked Berte with her voice.
"Of course I want you to stay," said Zach. "But I also want you to go explore your sexuality. And there's only a limited amount of time to visit Ben and other folks here on Earth. There will be time enough for us on the mission and on Mars."
Berte furrowed her brows and switched back to text. "I can tell you're emotional. It sounds like you want me to go, yes?"
"I don't want you to think I don't want you," Zach said.
"You're being emotional. Your language is all messed up. You want me, yes?" Berte texted.
"Yes," said Zach. "I want you and I love you, desperately."
"You're being so emotional I can barely understand you. I feel strongly for you too, Zach. Do you doubt it? You need one of those declarations you're always creating for us," texted Berte. "Repeat after me. I'm a perfect husband and will be a perfect father. All women want me, and all men want to be me. Every woman of Trigonometry owns me, loves me, and wants me equally, because that's girl power! I am content in my exquisite perfection."
Zach read her text message dutifully and with appropriate solemnity. She smiled at him, kissed him, and calmly left for work. She never imagined their love would end. It was the blessing of first love. He vowed he would never damage that blessing for her. Unless he was mistaken, she was limping a little this morning. Maybe he'd been too hard on her last night. She was just so delectable. When she was gone, he missed her like an open wound. He already missed her, and she wasn't even out the door. When she was around, he couldn't get enough of her. She shut his apartment door after herself.
Colby's week as official wife began. At the moment of that realization, Zach felt excitement for her in his belly, in his loins. They kicked off the week by having lunch together. He gave her the square of chocolate. During the balance of the day, he kept his commitments, both work-related and sexual. His thoughts turned often to her. One reason the week felt special to him was because it would be special for her, he hoped.
That evening, Zach and Colby had dinner together at his apartment. Berte had stayed here with him, and now it was Colby's turn. As they ate, he saw her looking around, no doubt noticing tiny clues of Berte's former occupancy. Maybe Colby could smell Berte. Zach had tried to be scrupulous with clean dishes, fresh bedclothes, and the like.
When dinner was over, Colby said, "You've been giving me that eye ever since I arrived. I know that thirsty look. You've been good and patient." She stood up and kicked off her flats. She knew she had Zach's undivided attention. She calmly and casually slid down her jeans and panties and braced herself against the dining table. "Come get your chocolate," she announced.
Zach was surprised. He deemed it auspicious. Within seconds, he got on his knees and nuzzled her little pucker. His tongue did sloppy loving things to her vulva. He was in heaven. She really did realize this was his equivalent of the square of chocolate. He could choose to be offended that she acted like it was a favor to him. Instead, he realized that she was doing love her way. Despite knowing physical contact was his thing, her love was favors, as best he understood. Putting it in the guise of a favor was her form of love. Regardless of how he got here, her pussy tasted sweet, like oatmeal cookies. He could roll with it.
In the morning, they were resting after their second bout since daybreak. Colby sat up, and Zach grabbed her. She didn't resist as he pinned her down pushed into her, somewhat desperately, a third time. Instead, she grunted, "Did Berte take it from you all night like this?"
Zach was wary of her asking about his other liaisons. The question seemed practical, though. "Sometimes," he replied. "I calm down," he assured her.
"Her pussy must be made of leather!" Colby grumbled.
"Am I hurting you?" Zach paused and asked, concerned.
"Uhhhhh, no," Colby whimpered. In the stillness, Zach's penis fully stretched her quivering slot. Colby tensed and orgasmed, clipping him smartly. "It's just that I'm not sure I'll be able to walk straight today."
"Tell people that yesterday was a leg day," Zach joked. He continued with a vengeance as Colby mewed another orgasm. Her skin was dark against the sheets in the morning sun. He pulled out and turned her over to missionary. She was ready, and spread her legs wide for him. He got a flash of mildly distressed pink. He lined up and pushed his penis there, forcing her tiny slick vagina to once more admit him.
"Oof!" said Colby. It was always an adjustment for her to take him, even if they were in the middle of lovemaking. Her vaginal muscles squirmed and gripped him tightly. She felt so exquisite. "Now, who should you cheat with first?" she moaned.
"Huh?" said Zach, enthralled in his final strokes.
"Oh, almost, almost, AAAH!" Colby cried as Zach shot one good strong hot burst of semen deep into her. The world was still except for their breathing. "Anming, probably," she said. "Yes, Anming."
"Anming?" breathed Zach.
"Yes, as soon as we part ways, you're going to find Anming, and get her somewhere private. Carry her if you need to. I think you treat her more gently than she'd prefer, darling. Though she's made IN China, she's not made OF China, heh. Carry some lube with you. Take her asshole without mercy."
"But Colby, I've never-" said Zach.
"Am I the official wife or aren't I?" asked Colby pointedly.
"You are," Zach admitted.
"Well, you had that stranger, the stripper, fuck her ass weeks ago, it seems to me. Undoubtedly, she has been waiting patiently for you to enjoy her back door for yourself ever since then. You will man up and end her waiting, Zach," Colby ordered.
"Yes ma'am," said Zach.
"And you will spank her ass," Colby added. "Hard enough that she yelps and squirms. Not some wussy spanks."
"Okay," said Zach.
"And pull her hair. Make her arch her back all the way as you ass-fuck her," said Colby.
"Her hair is pretty short..." Zach pointed out.
"Then grab more of it!" Colby insisted. "You've got big hands. Don't wuss out. Give her the use she needs, the punishment she needs."
"What do you mean?" Zach complained. "Anming deserves to be cherished."
"Sex is not about what she deserves. It's about what she wants, what she needs," said Colby. "Look at the evidence. She sought out a lesbian drug addict because the woman understood what Anming needed and gave it to her. It's not that Anming is very lesbian. She needs something you're not giving her. And with the BDSM place as well. Stop treating her with kid gloves."
"Okay," agreed Zach.
"Maybe you should bother her twice today. Or twice every day," mused Colby. "It would be good to wear you down so you sleep more soundly at night. You're so restless."
"My nightly activities are not a function of my rambunctiousness," explained Zach. "It's a need to be one with you, like an itch I can't quite scratch."
"Well, I know you need an awful lot of your chocolate girl," said Colby. Her breathing had quickened again. Zach's pale pink penis disappeared into her wide open mouth. Her teeth flashed as she kept them out of the way. She'd been taking lessons from Aanya or somebody. He stopped her momentarily and lay her down with a pillow under her back. Her head was thrown back a bit. He straddled her, reversed, and crouched, and licked her clitoris. She grabbed his ass and guided him down her throat. With her hands on his ass, she could signal to him how deep she wanted his penis. On top, he could bend his body over far enough to lick her vulva as she sucked him.
Later that morning, Zach walked into Anming's office. Michaela was in there with her. Michaela saw the look in Zach's eye and said, "I need break. Bathroom break. Long... long break." She left hastily. Zach closed the door after her.
"No, my husband," said Anming, looking up at him. "I'm in the middle of my work."
"I'm here to inspire you," said Zach.
"My husband-" Anming started. He deftly picked her up from her chair with a squeal. He firmly bent her over the table she and Michaela had been working on. "My husband-" Anming stammered again. Zach pulled up her knee length skirt and ripped her panties off. One quick tug to demolish them hurt the least. He exposed his penis and coated it and her derriere crack liberally with surgical lubricant. "It's dirty!" she squealed. "Aaaa!" as he pressed the head of his rock stiff penis through her tiny surprised anal sphincter.
Anming's hands thrashed at the table, scattering papers, as he held her down. He got a thorough grip on her short hair with one hand. He wiped off his lubed hand on his pant leg. Holding her hair firmly, he rocked into her inch by inch as she complained, "It hurts! It's dirty!" In response to this, he smacked her hard across the bottom. She stopped complaining in English. She said something in Chinese. He smacked her again, hard, and pulled back her hair sharply. He kept her back arched with his other hand.
Zach rammed Anming's rectum with the full length of his penis firmly and vigorously. She bleated incoherently twice as he tightened his grip on her hair. Wow, her rectum was extremely tight. Her entire body was shaking, confused as he pounded her. At least she wasn't crying out in pain, and she would be if she was in pain. She wasn't using her safe word. Colby's plan seemed to be working. He began to enjoy himself.
Zach pounded Anming deeply and rapidly, as he knew she liked it in the front. Her bathroom smell wafted up at him. It wasn't unpleasant. It smelled healthy and earthy. "Ugh, smell!" she moaned in humiliation. With the tightness of her anus and her quivering body, he swiftly climbed closer to orgasm. Feeling her arch reflexively under him, he knew she wasn't hating it.
Then from her, a surprising harsh peal of sound, a bleat. He could feel her anus clip him and pulse. She'd orgasmed from this. He pulled back her hair more firmly and smacked her firmly across the bottom again. Her whole body vibrated, pinned in place by his. She breathed, choked out a cry. He felt her anus clip him again. A second orgasm in less than a minute.
One last hair pull and spank, and Zach was into his short strokes. He gripped Anming's ass cheek with his spanking hand. He forced her head against the table with his other hand. He needed her motionless. He didn't want to accidentally pop out at the last moment. Three more strokes, two, his body tensed. He emitted a low moan of pleasure and satisfaction. The hot load of his balls splashed deep into her rectum. She was quivering. He held her pinned as he regained his composure.
He slid his penis out of her. Her anus clamped tightly shut at his departure. He replaced his penis in his pants, went to the door, and opened it. There was nobody in the hallway. With a backward glance, he saw that Anming was resting head and torso down on the table. She looked bewildered. "My husband," she croaked. He was about to leave, but he paused. "I don't want this from you. I want a normal marriage."
"Don't you need this?" Zach asked.
"Yes," Anming admitted quietly.
Zach shut the door again. "Then how?" he asked.
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, your effort. But please not from you, please, my husband," said Anming. "I need our normal, gentle life from you."
"How?" Zach reiterated.
"Please let's not speak of it," Anming almost whispered. "Please not now."
"And the ass?" Zach asked.
"As you wish, my husband," replied Anming. "Please in your usual gentle way, my husband."
Zach left, closing the door behind him. He texted Michaela to set up their rendezvous. He washed off his penis thoroughly in the men's room. He walked over and joined her in their favorite instrument bay.
Zach continued to see to Michaela twice a day. She needed her vagina stretched as regularly as before, and she wanted only Zach's baby. She could still have another man in a pinch and use a condom. But condoms weren't entirely reliable. She hated them anyway. Easiest to use Zach. Zach understood all this. They got along well. They were planning a baby together, after all. They were good friends. She was a skilled lover who helped him as needed and always gave him great satisfaction. It was a pleasure to be of service to her.
So different to finish in Michaela compared to Colby. They didn't make much eye contact. Michaela was tiny anyway, so they could hardly see eye to eye in most positions anyway. Their verbal exchanges were friendly but terse. They rarely kissed. It wasn't like they avoided it. It was just that their interaction was for pleasuring. The pleasuring was for cathartic orgasms for Michaela and hopefully eventual insemination. They usually went straight at this goal. When he finished, it was like giving up at the end of his endurance. His sperm shot out the same, sometimes even more vigorously than with Colby. His love or soul didn't seem to go with it like it did with Colby. There was the potential of pregnancy, a shared goal, sometimes. Not the same.
The other Breeding Bitches, Alexis, Charisse, and Colette, were already carrying Zach's children. They had informed him that they were "giving him a break." They were always gone when he came to visit Michaela at Alexis's house. He guessed they had some wild oats to sow. He didn't begrudge it. He was a known future resource, one of only a few men available after launch. They did this "giving him a break" with great care. He knew they were trying to understand his romantic nature. They were trying to treat him as gently and nicely as possible. They assured him that if he ever needed any of them, they would be right there, legs spread. He could tell their preference by their body language, though. They'd really rather he didn't bother them before launch.
Beatrice was going to the gym between their assignations. She was dropping weight. She was screaming and shaking ever louder and ever longer as she orgasmed under Zach. She appeared in all aspects to be enjoying their affair and enjoying life.
Zach texted back and forth with Eric, her husband, once or twice a week. Eric also seemed happy and grateful. This was critical to Zach's comfort with the arrangement. Eric liked to complain to Zach that Beatrice was pouncing on him all the time. He often begged him jokingly to give him some respite. They joked back and forth about Beatrice's newfound insatiable nature.
That evening, Colby bent herself over the dinner table again and dropped her drawers. She approached it nonchalantly, like it was nutrition for him. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps filling her to the brim with his semen first thing home kept him healthy. This time, she was showing maximum pink and was glistening wet. He felt a new comfort with all life as he pushed into her slick, hot channel. She had no doubt masturbated beforehand this time, prepared herself. She'd probably thought about Jason, he mused. Regardless, he reveled in her slick, tight grasp. "This is heaven, dearest," he moaned as he shot everything into her.
Afterwards, she asked, "So, did you take care of Anming?"
"Yes," Zach replied.
"You did everything we discussed?" Colby asked.
"Yes."
"Did she seem satisfied, fulfilled, what do you say, inspired?" asked Colby.
"She said she wants a normal, gentle marriage with me," Zach said.
"Hmm," said Colby. "Was she in pain?"
"Not primarily," answered Zach. "I think she needs what you think she needs, but not from me. She is going to get it from other crewmates, I'd suppose. She wants what she calls a normal, gentle marriage with me."
"So, no anal?" Colby asked.
"She thought the anal was okay," said Zach. "She just wants me to be kind about it. She used to complain about my solicitous nature. I think she has finally come to enjoy it."
"How much did she like it?" asked Colby.
"I'm not sure I can quantify it," replied Zach. "She definitely didn't hate it."
"Did she seem like she was in pleasure during it?"
"Definitely, after the beginning part," said Zach.
"Well, that's understandable," said Colby knowingly. "Now, who next?"
Zach was still buried to the hilt in Colby. She was resting her head and tummy comfortably on the dining table as she grilled him. Her toes didn't quite reach the floor, but the table supported her well. His pale hands each had a good grip on each of her magnificent dark butt cheeks. To try to change the subject, he started again. He quickly hardened to fully rigid. She was his drug. Having her offer herself as dessert every evening was making her that much more addictive.
"Uh! Yes, sweetheart. Get your chocolate," groaned Colby. "Do you feel how much I love you?"
"I do," Zach breathed. "God, I feel it. I don't know how."
"I feel it too, sweetheart," Colby said. "Next, I think is Khushi. It's been a while, yes?"
Colby had changed the subject back. She was fixated. Zach didn't know where this was going. "Not since she lived with us, no," admitted Zach. "While she was broken up with Ayana."
"Oh God, Zach," said Colby, feeling his urgent pounding penis. "Yes, do her! Do her in the ass! Do her like Anming! Ahh! Spank that Indian slut! Pull her hair!" Colby moaned as she orgasmed, then gasped, "Slap around her big sloppy jugs! Uunh!"
This was surreal. Zach groaned, "What is this, Colby ass rape by proxy week?"
"Just get it done!" cried Colby, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and orgasming hard against Zach's pounding cock.
The next day was Tuesday, one of the days he had Emma at lunch. His times with Emma were like their own little private world together. Like clockwork, he would arrive as she closed her studio for a two hour break before afternoon classes. Her latest endeavor was to go through all the positions of the Kama Sutra with him. Most of them were just regular stuff. They found they liked some of the odder ones. It was broadening. Some were too deep to be comfortable for her.
That evening, Zach waylaid Khushi in the clean room locker room after hours. Everyone else had already left, but she was working late. "To what do I owe this visit?" she asked.
In response, Zach whirled Khushi around and ripped off the back of her disposable paper onesie. She giggled and moaned, "Achcha." He yanked down her slacks and panties and lubed up her anus. At this, she said, "Zach? Uh? Ahh!"
This, as Zach popped the head of his penis through Khushi's anal sphincter. As he thrust in further, he pulled off her little paper hat and grabbed her hair firmly with one hand. He spanked her ass with the other hand, still wet with lube. "Zach, what's come over you?" she moaned. In response, he tore her paper robe in the front and reached under her billowing blouse. Before this, the only time he'd had her anally was during their movie date on the dry run vehicle. She had been cheating on Ayana, and she hadn't wanted Ayana to taste his sperm in her vagina.
Zach popped Khushi's front bra clasp and spanked her right titty. "Ow!" she shrieked. Having satisfied all Colby's criteria, he settled in for a nice ride in Khushi's backside. Khushi began to moan. He froze at the extent of his thrust. All the spunk his body could muster pumped hot and deep into her ass. There was stillness. They panted. She asked him again, "What's come over you?"
Zach thought he had a good angle. "When I'm too long without you, these weird kinky ideas creep into my head. They get stronger and stronger, until, well..."
"They burst out?" asked Khushi.
"Exactly," said Zach.
"That's preposterous, you know," said Khushi.
"At any rate, I think we need to see each other more often," said Zach.
"Agreed," said Khushi. "Every Tuesday after work? Ayana usually goes to the grocery store on Tuesday evenings."
"Sounds great," said Zach. "Meet here?"
"No, we might be interrupted," said Khushi. "I'll come to your office. Wait for me there."
"Okay," said Zach.
"Next time, I want that magnificent penis of yours deep in my womb," Khushi insisted.
"Yes, ma'am," Zach replied, and left her to arrange herself.
"You're home late," Colby snapped. She bent over the dining table, pulled down her jeans, and assumed the position before Zach could even sit down and eat anything. He didn't need anything first if there was hot, wet, ready Colby on the menu. He was really getting to depend on this offering of hers.
"I had to wait for an opportune time with Khushi," said Zach. "She was in the clean room all day."
Colby chuckled gleefully. "Did you mangle that skank? Oh- ohhh!"
This as Zach pressed his penis into Colby's tight, wet vagina. "She's not really a skank, you know. She's our esteemed crewmate."
"Well, our esteemed crewmate ...hmm... is always ready and eager to cheat on her girlfriend," said Colby. "She's always eager to have your -ugh!- cock churn up her insides, is she not?"
"It's not cheating," insisted Zach. "Their relationship is open now."
"Do you think they talk about it?" asked Colby.
"Probably not," said Zach.
"I rest my case," Colby moaned. "Did you do a number on her?"
"I tore her little paper outfit all to hell," said Zach.
"Good, good," whimpered Colby. "Did you slap her tits?"
"Yes," said Zach.
"Did she like it?" asked Colby.
"I don't think so," said Zach.
"Good," Colby chuckled.
"Are you trying to get me into trouble?" Zach asked.
On Wednesday, Zach kept his scheduled meeting with Colleen. As he shut and locked her office door, Colleen pressed her intercom and said, "Marion, hold my calls." After signing off, Marion forwarded her phone to her mobile. She went for a long coffee break, shutting and locking the outer office door.
Zach bent Colleen over her desk, yanked down her slacks and panties, and slathered lube on her anus. "Yesss," Colleen moaned. Unlike many of his other crewmates, Colleen was a huge slut for anal. She had spent her early sex life using the back door exclusively. "Will you get my vibrator out of that drawer for me?" she asked. He did, and she began tickling her clit with it as he rocked slickly into her tight anus.
"Ooooohh!!" she orgasmed even before Zach was in to the hilt. She kept orgasming as he took her forcefully. He pulled her head back by the hair and spanked her ass when she orgasmed.
When it was all over, Colleen shut off her vibrator and moaned, "Oh my God, thank you, Zach. It's hard going from twice a day to zero." He rested against her, the last of his sperm trickling out the tip of his penis into her anus. Slowly, he withdrew. She had some baby wipes to clean his penis off superficially so he wouldn't soil his underwear much. She was always prepared. He tucked his penis away as she pulled up her pants. "Yeah, that's deep in there," she said. "It's staying."
"It's Colby's week as you know," Zach said. "She's having me do it to everybody."
"Everybody?" asked Colleen.
"Well, Anming, Khushi, and you so far," Zach clarified. "It worries me, though. She's telling me what to do. She's asking for details afterwards. It's a bit creepy. Up until now, it seemed the less she knew about my other activities the better."
"Oh, I know what's happening," said Colleen. "She and I had a heart to heart. I leveled with her that this would be your life, probably for years to come. There will be way too few men on Mars. There will be an increasing number of needy women seeking variety, genetic and otherwise. I told her that if she wanted to keep you, she had to get reasonably comfortable with this. I'd guess this is her way of exploring the matter on her own terms."
"I don't want her to torture herself," said Zach. "Perhaps you could check on her and make sure... make sure she's not just learning to hate me. I never want to lose her."
"Of course you don't, Zach," said Colleen across her desk to him. "You're a total slut. If she identifies as a human female, has a pulse, and wants you, you're always there to serve. It's one of many things that make you perfect for this mission. But it's a double edged sword. When these women go off into more stable or monogamous relationships, I don't want you hitting a downward spiral."
"I'm good as long as they're happy and living a good life. I'll miss them, but I'll be fine," Zach assured her. "And I take exception to your premise. I'm not all that predictable."
"I hope you know yourself," said Colleen. "But rest assured you'll always have me. Really, all of Trigonometry is very attached to you. I don't see that changing. It's everybody else I'd worry about. Charisse tells me on a regular basis that she's concerned about your fixation on her."
"It's not a fixation," said Zach. "I'm in love with her, and it's fine. She's not used to the love of easygoing men who have no desire to control her in any way. I just love her. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm fine with letting her be exactly who she is. Am I hoping she'll live with me someday? Of course I am. It's an aspiration, not a requirement. And I believe, once she has a taste of motherhood, she'll think about it more seriously."
"Oh Zach," said Colleen.
Thursday was the day Colby decided Zach should waylay Aanya. He found Aanya by herself in the greenhouse, deep in concentration. He grabbed and lifted her up in one motion. She barked in protest and her fists flailed in the air as he carried her to the dirt pile. It was wet and muddy. "No!" she wailed. "I'm done with men! It hurts too much!"
"You have a safe word," said Zach.
"No!" Aanya cried, scowling at Zach. She hadn't said "red." He pressed her into the mud with one hand. He lifted her dress and tore off her panties with the other hand. There was a squirt bottle of lube in handy reach on the workbench right next to the mud pile. Somebody had been planning. She made a mewing protest as he forced the smooth blunt tip of the lube bottle into her anus. He gave her a nice cold squirt of lube inside and spread more around the entrance.
Zach forced his straining hard cock head into Aanya's extraordinarily tight back hole. She shrieked like a small animal being killed. It was clear to him that her boyfriend back in India hadn't been keeping this route warm. Mud splashed into her mouth as she yelled. He mercilessly and repeatedly rammed in, opening her swiftly. She grunted as if repeatedly gut punched. One muddy hand grabbed her hair. The other hand spanked wetly across her perfect copper ass, defiling it with black mud. "Rape!" she croaked, just before she moaned and shook long and loud in orgasm.
When Zach was done with Aanya, they were both caked in mud. The earthy smell of the mud was everywhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Charisse crouching quietly in the shadows, her eyes squeezed shut. She was quivering in extremis, her hand in her pants. He'd noticed her by that quivering motion, unmistakable. He pretended not to see her. She opened her eyes and slipped silently away into another part of the greenhouse.
On Friday, Zach found Berte working in an old, old part of the base. She was overhauling a small cyclotron that must have been built in the '50's. It was now used as a medical cyclotron. The room was cluttered and smelled of machine oil and ozone. "Anybody around?" he asked.
"Just us," Berte responded.
It was a concrete floor. Zach looked around for something soft for Berte's knees. He walked over and grabbed a thick slab of soundproofing foam. He dropped it at Berte's feet. Swiftly, he pushed her onto her knees, gripping her firmly by her short golden bob. He unzipped, still holding her firmly by the hair.
Berte fished out Zach's penis. She said, "This reminds me of parts of the lab, places I used to go to do this." She ran her tongue along his hardening shaft and looked up at him with carefully choreographed sexiness. "But you knew that, didn't you? Somehow."
"Shut up and suck on it, woman," Zach said, trying to act like the bastards she missed. "But wait -- show me those fat titties first."
Dutifully, still giving Zach the eye, she unbuttoned her blouse, unsnapped her bra, and pulled out her magnificent orbs. They were more massive and firm than ever, radiant, lily white, and pink tipped. Her nipples looked bigger, angrier. They looked bursting, ready for milking. He calculated it would only be another two or three weeks before they started squirting colostrum. Berte weighed them in her hands for him. She sat up and smothered his cock with their silky pressure.
"No, your mouth," Zach barked. Berte ingested his cock, losing eye contact. She was staring at his pubic bone and concentrating on opening her mouth and throat wide for his stiff member. She throated it down to the hilt experimentally a few times. He grabbed her hair with both hands and mercilessly face fucked her. She went with it casually, her hands loosely gripping his hips.
Berte was so very good at this. Her tongue casually teased his shaft as he fucked her throat. It was not long before he cried out and locked his hips to her. His sperm gushed and pulsed down her throat as he groaned in satisfaction. Then all was quiet. A moment later, she began to jerk and thrash. He pulled out. She gasped and gulped air, her face a deep pink going on purple. He'd gotten so used to Colette's uncomplaining stillness after their face fucks. She would just wait to the point of quietly and serenely passing out. He hadn't appreciated until that moment how much skill that took.
Berte pulled out her phone. "That was good playacting," she texted, "but I can't suspend my disbelief enough to think you a heartless asshole. Good and nostalgic, though. More choke-y than ever!"
"I'm not done," said Zach, walking around behind Berte and pulling down her pants and panties.
When he was done with her, resting and simmering in her backside, she texted him from her hands and knees. "Please don't slap my breasts. They're sore enough as it is."
"Sorry," said Zach. "Just an experiment." Not even my experiment, he thought. He resolved to give Colby a titty spanking that night at the dinner table. He would see how she liked it. That's for Khushi, that's for Berte...
On Saturday night, Zach and Colby arrived arm-in-arm to Anming's pregnancy party at Mercutio's. They were led to a fairly large private room that had places for about twenty.
The long dining tables were arranged in a rectangle with four places on each end and six on each side. Zach was ushered to a seat at the head of the table next to Anming. Colby sat to his left. After that, seating was more random. Ayana sat on Anming's other side, and Khushi next to her.
Colleen was here early, and with a date on her arm. Roger. Roger Flanners. The astronaut Charisse had been seeing before crew selection. More recently, he was the astronaut Khushi had a wild and secret fling with. He was sitting right next to Khushi, too, chatting amicably with her. Colleen was smiling and sociable, talking to Berte sitting on her other side, but looking a little ignored. Ayana didn't look happy, and was turned away from the pair, chatting with Anming.
Across the room, the Breeding Bitches were spread out, leaving inviting gaps for the mining crew to snugly fill. Charisse and Michaela sat together at one far corner of the table, leaving a gap between Charisse and Berte. Charisse looked as radiant as ever, Zach mused. His mind wandered back to the greenhouse, to watching her shudder in orgasm, eyes closed, out of the corner of his eye. Alexis sat directly across from Zach with gaps on either side of her. Colette sat around the other far corner of the table, a gap between her and Alexis. Sitting next to Colette was a man Zach didn't recognize, her guest, perhaps? Do slaves have dates? There were empty seats to the right of him at present. He regarded the room calmly.
To his left, Mateo sat on the other side of Colby. He was telling some kind of entertaining story about astronaut training. Colby and Becky, sitting on his other side, were his audience. Michaela approached Becky and produced a metal circlet. She said, "You are, in fact, a Trigonometry. This, for you."
"Oh," said Becky, clutching Michaela's gift, clearly moved. Hers had black letters all around the metal choker, on a white background. The inscription was in Latin. "Aut viam inveniam aut faciam. I will either find a way or make one. Thank you so much, Michaela." The pert Latina and the tiny Bulgarian redhead hugged fiercely. As Michaela returned to her seat, Mateo helped Becky put on the choker.
Ethan, Jason, and Aiden arrived. The Breeding Bitches had places all warm for them. Jason sat between Berte and Charisse and started chatting with Berte. Aiden sat proudly next to tiny Michaela, who looked up at him with delight. On his other side Alexis grabbed him and whispered something undoubtedly nasty into his ear. Ethan sat somewhat hesitantly at the corner between Alexis and Colette.
Last, Aanya hurried into the room with a stunningly handsome Indian man in tow. If Zach was not mistaken, it was Aarav Acharya. Looking across the room at them, Khushi shot out of her chair and exclaimed to Roger. "Are baap re! Do you know who that is??" It was loud enough for the whole room to hear, though Zach didn't think she intended this. With wide eyes and a big smile, Khushi, graceful Khushi, floated around the tables towards Aarav and Aanya. They had seated themselves between Colette's mysterious companion and Becky. Aarav looked like cupid's arrow had struck him, and who wouldn't, with Khushi closing in excitedly? Aanya looked a little vulnerable. Zach felt for her in that moment.
Aanya graciously introduced the pair. The three began chatting excitedly in Hindi, using lots of English. Aanya got a word in here and there. It was apparently arranged that Khushi would get a selfie with the famous Aarav. Khushi held up her phone and pressed in close to him for the shot. So close, in fact, that Aarav's head ended up between Khushi's massive and unrestrained knockers. All the women's breasts were swelling and hurting these days, and Khushi had decided to go without. Her tits were swollen and bursting tight as they were. She looked magnificent without a bra, not saggy at all. As his head was partly engulfed, Aarav's face gained a look of pure delighted bliss. They smiled as Aanya scowled. The flash went off.
Boobs were extracted from around head. The moment passed as quickly as it had materialized. There was more excited chatting in Hindi. Khushi reluctantly made her way back towards her seat. Aanya gave Aarav a withering look. Aarav made smiling apologies and excuses. He was smooth. The two were back to loving bliss within seconds.
It was during the dessert course that the evening really started to get weird. Apparently, a tradition had started at Mercutio's that was not going to be neglected this evening. The room lights had slowly dimmed as the evening progressed. Now romantic lantern candles provided most of the light for dessert. Zach first noticed something was amiss when Anming grimaced and muttered, "Disgusting."
Berte's seat was empty, but nobody had left the room to use the bathroom or some such. At the same time a look of surprised bliss was spreading on Jason's face. Charisse, at his right hand, was patting his hand and saying something calming to him. The tablecloth extended down and discreetly hid what was going on underneath.
Next to Charisse, Michaela grinned and comically dropped beneath the line of the table. Within moments, Zach saw that Aiden, next to her, was staring a little too intently at his dessert. His fork was poised but going nowhere.
Charisse made an "excuse me, I dropped something" kind of gesture and dropped beneath the table as well. Jason and Aiden, now seemingly alone in that corner of the room, looked away from each other with embarrassment. Zach knew that feeling.
Predictably, Alexis was the next to disappear. She passionately tongue kissed an already blushing, panting Aiden on one side of her. Then she gave Ethan an equally passionate kiss, her hands working at his zipper below the table. She slid downwards and off her chair, her head obviously headed towards his crotch.
Ayana gasped sweetly, which immediately drew Zach's attention. Her mouth was open, eyes closed. Khushi had disappeared under the table. Aww, that was sweet. Anming leaned against Zach, backing away from Ayana as if she might be contaminated by Ayana's passion.
"Aren't these girls wild?" Becky remarked to Mateo. Zach could clearly hear her, even though she said it quietly. They were sitting across the corner of the table from Zach and Colby, right up close. "Well," said Becky with feigned resignation, "when in Rome..." Zach saw Becky's arm move under the table and heard the "zzip!" of Mateo's zipper. Then Becky, with a winning grin, slid out of sight. In that moment, Zach was a bit jealous, but also proud of her. You get it, girl!
"Indeed," said Mateo a moment later, then said down to her, "Your Latin is extraordinary."
"I'm not gonna let my man come up dry," said Colby. Leaning around Zach to address Anming, she asked, "Are you with me sweetheart?"
At this same time, Colette's date, in serious discussion with Aanya, appeared to convince her of something. She grimaced, turned towards Aarav, and slunk beneath the table. Colette's date made a glance and a gesture to her. Colette obediently sank out of sight.
Colleen and Roger were sitting together still. She was up close to him. He was blushing. She patted the front of his shirt to calm him as she disappeared beneath the table.
At that moment, Zach's attention was abruptly drawn nearer as his pants began to unzip. Both Colby and Anming were gone. His zipper stuck, and there was some fussing to free it and work it the rest of the way down. It was interesting. He had to smile as he tried to look at none of the others. He didn't know whose hands were where or doing what. There was an "Eep!" definitely from Anming. Ayana had glanced under the table next to her. She had given the rump she found there a spank.
Zach's penis was out of his pants and into something warm and wet, Colby's mouth? All of a sudden, he had no interest in what was going on elsewhere in the room. His penis stroked out, in, and out. There was an exploratory tongue, Anming's? There was a whisper and a giggle as the two women collaborated in the dark. It was good they were having fun. He was ABSOLUTELY having fun.
The men were handled in fairly short order. Ayana was still going strong, but had been well satisfied with multiple orgasms. Ayana made Khushi sit up and got under the table herself. Khushi sat in Anming's chair right next to Zach. Her face and front were spattered with semen. She moaned, stroking the hair on Ayana's head between her legs.
Colby and Anming were in a discussion under the table. Zach had some time to look around. "Having a good time?" he asked Khushi.
"Spectacular," Khushi moaned. "I have the best crewmates. Anming and Colby shared you," she said, pointing to a splash of semen between her breasts and down her front. "Colleen shared Roger," she added, pointing to a splash of semen across her cheek and chin.
Only Zach and Jason had two women to handle versus being one-on-one. Jason and Charisse seemed to handling their threesome. Of the three, Berte was in her chair, gripping the tablecloth, and moaning loudly. Colby and Anming were arguing, no we shouldn't do it, we're not like these other skanks. This gave Zach more time to take a nice look around at the women's O faces.
Aanya was red with embarrassment but vibrating with intense pleasure. Clearly she had not intended to bring Aarav into such a depraved situation. Aarav appeared to be doing a fantastic job. Aanya bleated a loud orgasmic shriek and pounded the table with her fists.
Colette was still below the table. It made sense, since she was not nearly as interested in using as being used. It was a mystery. Where and with whom are Colette and her date? Perhaps this explained Aanya's shriek?
The other three Breeding Bitches were up in their chairs smiling and whispering encouragement to the anonymous people working between their legs. Colleen and Becky were up in their chairs, smiling, eyes shut, and enjoying their attentions. There was more moaning, whimpering, and encouraging noise from the women. Zach mused on the generosity of women in this way.
Zach's reverie was broken by Colby and Anming pulling him under the table. They had decided that they were to receive oral sex, but lying under the table for privacy. Zach got to work fingering Anming while sucking on Colby's clitoris.
(To be continued)
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69: Monday Oct 19, 2043, 0900 hours CST: Countdown
"Colby my darling, how was your week of wedded bliss?" asked Zach.
"I'm looking forward to... let's see... 52 weeks in a year... ten times a year for the next 100 years more of this," Colby chuckled. "Yeah, in about 50 years, I'll be like, yeah. All night with a mechanized robot with a baseball bat for a dick? Bring it on! I won't even feel it. I've had my Zach reaming me to the size of a zeppelin hangar for the last 50 years."
"So I'm just preparation for our future robotic overlords?" said Zach.
"If so, I'll be prepared," kidded Colby. "I think I'll be walking funny until next time. Did you know the staff secretary, when she sees me, now greets me with 'Howdy cowpoke'? That's on you, buddy. Oh yeah, and the women around that office have started asking, 'How can I learn to walk like that?' I tell them it's a trade secret because you're all mine. Mine and, you know..." She had a touch of sadness that was gone in an instant. "I can still feel it in my tits from when you got me back-"
"Yeah," recalled Zach, "You started laughing, so I started laughing, but it was serious, and-"
"But after Berte you started making stuff up!" Colby laughed, "THIS is so you don't mess with Texas! THIS is to free the penguins!" They had a laughing fit together. "But tit slapping moratorium. Ha ha. Tit slapping armistice. I'm a reformed tit pacifist."
"Ha ha me too," agreed Zach.
"So I'll make sure all of Trigonometry knows the rule," smirked Colby.
"The rule?"
"Of how to treat you at the dinner table," said Colby.
"I thought that was ours," said Zach.
"It's clear to me you need it, and things like it, to stay healthy," said Colby. "Or not 'need.' More like it's a good way to keep you healthy, keep you all tuned up and purring."
"Purring," said Zach, "got it."
"Well, I'm off," Colby said.
"Um," Zach said. He didn't even know why. Or he did. Colby had put the image of Anming in his mind. She bent over his dining table with a humiliated, reproachful look and hesitantly, obediently exposed herself. There was Colleen slipping down her slacks and panties. She bent over his table with bedroom eyes and a sweet smirk. In his mind, Berte dropped her drawers and bent over with a confused look. She hadn't quite followed Colby's reasoning. She didn't quite know what to expect. Then was the vision of Aanya. She bent over and exposed her firm copper bubble buns, purring, waiting passively for her mock-rape. "Um," he stood up to face her. The hard-on straining in his pants was obvious.
"Zach," Colby said, shaking her head in wonder at his horniness. "Okay," she said. She stepped over to her usual fucking spot at the dining table. She slid her jeans and panties down to her knees. She rested and adjusted her front and head on the table for comfort. "I'm still slick from our morning, uh, however many times. Could you be quick? I have a 10 AM at the base." She was careful for his feelings. "I don't want to rush you, lover. It's just the demands of work."
Zach stepped around the table to behind Colby and unzipped. She was right, she was drenched. There was a little white showing, but mostly, it seemed, her own juice. He pushed into her with delight. She made a sound between intense pleasure and receiving a swift bear hug. She turned her head to the side. She knew he liked to see her face during. He hiked up the back of her blouse and ran his hands up onto her back. He delighted in the look and feel of her dark skin against his pale hands. As he enjoyed pushing and opening her wet tightness, he thought of their next hundred years, as she said. Her need for this time between them.
It stabbed him in the chest suddenly, that he couldn't really provide her with a happily ever after. Her one-on-one was not a permanent home but a time share. His reasoning sacked him again, how he would never provide what she needed. She was perfect, and he was a cheating dirtbag. "Honey," Colby broke in, "Are you crying?"
Tears squeezed helplessly out of Zach's eyes as he rapidly approached his crisis. She was with him. She whimpered and quivered out another orgasm. He felt so at one with her. She was his everything. He wanted to give... everything. His hips smacked and locked against her ass. He lovingly placed a thick dollop of his best deep into her womb. He sighed. More tears. He didn't want to tell the truth. She knew it anyway. "It's just that I love you so much," he said softly, apologetically.
"Honey, this isn't goodbye," Colby scolded. "Call if you need me anytime, even in the middle of the night. We'll go somewhere private and take care of you, okay, no questions asked."
Colby was treating Zach's desire for her like a physical addiction. She wasn't far from wrong, he supposed. She misunderstood his tears, which was just as well. He felt the lie between them though. "I'm sad that I can't give you everything you need."
"Honey, you give me absolutely everything I need," Colby argued a little too stridently. "Do you think I care about those other bitches? Well, they're friends of mine, actually, so I'm glad they get to be satisfied. But you get what I mean? I'm fine. I'm solid. Put it out of your mind, baby. Is this why you were crying yesterday afternoon? Oh, sweetheart!"
Actually, Zach had been crying yesterday afternoon because Berte left town. "It was related," he replied. He had a deeper web of lies wrapped around trying not to hurt Colby. He unpinned her from the dining table. He caught most of their product in his hand as he pulled out of her. He washed his hands in the sink as she arranged herself. She gave him a peck on the cheek. He heard his apartment door open and close. Duty called. She had been more than generous. She was more than generous. She was perfect. And he didn't deserve her. Sooner or later, that fact would catch up to them both. For now, for as long as he could, he resolved to ignore the problem.
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Trigonometry decreed that he would spend the next week without a wife. Instead he would focus all out on getting Michaela pregnant. Time was short. It was long past time, in the entire crew's minds, to knock up the Bulgarian. The crew must complete their collection of babies.
To this end, Zach began his week by having lunch with Michaela. "Ayana did all tests possible," she reported. "Called in fertility specialist to look as well. Was convinced it must be man. Ayana showed slides of all your many happy creature. She threw up hands, too." She smiled and added, "Ayana even did orgasm response test. Was thinking something wrong with cervix or muscles during the fuck. But no. Tenting fine. Cervix contracts very strong. Should admit many healthy sperm. So we all throw up hands." She smirked. "At least got couple really good orgasms out of it."
There were a couple of young coeds at the table next to them. In the loud coffee shop, they were furtively glancing at Michaela and muttering back and forth. No doubt Michaela's talk of orgasms had caught their attention.
"So what should we do this week?" asked Zach. "I'm at your service."
"We should be scientific," said Michaela. "Use principles of animal husbandry. Horse breeders know, little details can make big difference. Notable that you look at one of the ones I give choker to, all baby eyes. Us, good friends, but..."
"The best of friends!" Zach assured her, not knowing what she was driving at. "You know I have the utmost respect for you. And Anming, I know she wouldn't be making the progress she is without your help."
"Da, da, da, good friends," Michaela confirmed. "Most men, shitbags, but you, you are example of all best men. Great doctor, every dream of father. Are everything dead mother, bog da i pochiva dushata, would want husband. Okay, we think great, but back to subject, Zach. Baby eyes, but not same between us, good friends but not LOVE. Love is ingredient, too."
Michaela turned to the coeds, who had been a little too obvious in their efforts to overhear. "It has been only fuck friends between me and this stud, but now I want baby." The girls laughed with embarrassment. Michaela continued, "I tell him stud, pump me with huge dick. Like this girls." She indicated Zach's length with her fingertips. More nervous laughter from the coeds. "And woof," said Michaela, clenching her tiny fist to somehow give an indication of his girth. The coeds were blushing. Their eyes were locked on Michaela, definitely not Zach, definitely nothing below the neckline.
Michaela continued with her captive audience. "Make orgasm deep inside me, many deep orgasm, can't describe, then he waits another orgasm and boom!" The two girls jumped slightly. "His hot fluid is everywhere, everywhere inside! So much pressure!" The coeds were blushing deeper. "Repeat two or three times, many orgasm, boom! Fluid everywhere. Repeat. Orgasms. Boom! But after," here Michaela shrugged, "fuck off stud, is time for nap." The girls exploded in peals of laughter. Michaela and Zach joined to a lesser extent.
"So my idea, so my idea," Michaela calmly repeated, bringing her audience to order. "This week we handle stud just like breeding stallion, yes? Stud has many wives." Incredulous looks from the coeds. "Yes, many," she assured them. "Is like when they bring a new girl horse for stallion to fuck. First, stallion, smells his own dear wives, yes, wives get him all ready and loving. Then boom! In strange girl horse. Knocked up success."
"What exactly are you proposing?" Zach asked. The coeds were clearly wondering the same thing.
"Like I said," Michaela told Zach, turning to him. "Gather all possible wives. Make baby googly eyes and chase, get close. I hips up, keep myself on edge of orgasm waiting, and then boom, you enter, we orgasm, hot fluid injection. Then start over. Then I get thick fertile semen from you chasing wives with googly eyes. At last moment, boom, down into my pussy again. Body no time to react, must shoot good fertile stuff into yours truly. Understand?" This all with appropriate hand gestures.
"Well, good luck, heh heh," said one of the coeds. The two backed away from Michaela and scampered out of the coffee shop.
"When do you want to do this?" asked Zach.
"All week," said Michaela.
At Michaela's suggestion, Zach called around to muster what wives he could. Colleen and Colby were quickly onboard. Given it was her esteemed coworker, Anming was mortified. She knew Michaela was a regular sex partner of his. But the thought of being in a sexual situation together with her was embarrassing. She knew it was important to Michaela. Moreover, she drew great pride from being an obedient wife. She would serve.
After those three, there were conflicts. Aanya was off somewhere with Aarav. Berte was with Ben. Michaela thought of Charisse but immediately rejected the notion. Zach felt a pang of sadness at that.
A phone exchange with Khushi revealed new wrinkles. She said, "Zachary, I think I must entertain other lads for now. Ayana is suspicious of our love. She believes we should be romantic only with each other and see others for sex only. I don't believe the same. I feel something special for you, Zach, something we haven't fully been able to explore. I don't think I could make love to a man I didn't have feelings for. I'm not one for casual sex like Ayana." Clearly, Khushi had things to work out with Ayana before she could participate in something like Michaela's scheme.
Zach called Becky. "I'm so sorry Zach," she said. "My dating service has me running around every evening this week. They're really pouring it on. They think it will be easier for me to land a man before I start showing. They are calling me all the time, too, and watching me like a hawk. They are the best service in town, as you know. I can't afford to piss them off. Their rules are very strict about ex-boyfriends. I know you're not really an ex-boyfriend yet, but you know. I still don't want to piss them off. Give me a week to make arrangements, would you, dear?" So, no Becky this week.
"That's everybody," Zach told Michaela.
"Not so fast," said Michaela. "I know about other bitches. You must take break from bitches. All semen HERE," she said, adamantly pointing to her crotch.
Reluctantly, Zach called Beatrice. "Sweetheart," he said, "I've got surprise crazy things going on all week at work. Centrifuges and things. Look it up. Absolutely we'll do it next week, all back to normal. Love you. Tell Eric I'm sorry. Bye." He used the same excuse with Emma. Michaela nodded in satisfaction.
The five of them arrived at Colby's house at dinnertime. Colby began singing and cooking for the group. She had been out of her own kitchen for a week, and it was good to be back. Colleen was assisting, buoyed by Colby's ebullient mood. They were joking and laughing together.
At the table, Michaela and Anming were locked in an incomprehensible discussion about their work. It was something about whether certain properties of space-time could or could not be asymptotic.
Zach had a chance to sit back. He enjoyed being in the room with these four beautiful, powerful, fiery women. Colby was in a rare mood. He dared to hope their week together had something to do with it. She looked animated, fulfilled, more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. And Colleen, so youthful, a decade younger than Colby or himself. Yet she was so commanding, a superhero, archetypal. He watched her joke and laugh casually with the mortals around her. Anming, serene and so perfectly beautiful in the middle of her intellectual blizzard. No this, because that. And Michaela, the tiny fiery redhead. So interesting, so exciting to see her here in Colby's kitchen, knowing what was coming. She was bobbing and weaving with her logic looking for a weakness in Anming's clearly controversial thought.
As the five of them neared the end of the meal, Colleen prompted Colby, "So, the new rule."
"What about it?" asked Colby. "Straightforward."
"Well," said Colleen with a grin, "there's nothing like a demonstration. Would you mind?"
"Well, I'll show you a little, but I've just had a week. So really I must give it to somebody else." She stood up, staggered a little. "Plus, I'm still limping."
Colleen chuckled, "That you are."
"Well, it's simple. You just brace yourself against the table. Zach gets the picture, don't you?" Zach nodded. He noticed that Michaela was watching Colby with a grin. Anming was shielding her eyes from the sight of Colby. She didn't want to admit what they were talking about into her senses. Colby continued, "You can shake your butt a little if you want to be clearer." At this point she gave her ass a delightful little wiggle. "But already-" At this point, Zach stood up and began to move around the table. "But as I said, somebody else- Zach- Zach!" Colby ducked out of the way. A giggling Colby ran out of the kitchen, chased by a laughing Zach. The sound of running and squeaks and shrieks erupted here and there in the house as the chase continued.
Presently, the shrieks and running ended abruptly in the living room. The three women went there to investigate. A panting Zach was laid out on his tummy on the couch. Almost hidden, a panting Colby was trapped underneath him. "Zach, you just had a whole week of me!" To the women, she cried, "You don't know what it was like!"
"Oh it must have been horrible," Colleen chortled.
"Good time to start," said Michaela. There was just enough room left on the long couch for her to sit. She fished a small vibrator out of her purse by the couch.
Anming turned away from the scene, said "dishes" by way of explanation, and left the room. Colleen grinned and went to join her.
Michaela sat down, twisted her vibrator on, and began to play it under her skirt. Zach started fussing with Colby's clothes and his own, half wrestling. Colby was giggling, not really resisting. "Is auspicious," Michaela enthused. "Colby first wife to achieve knock-up." Zach didn't mention it had actually been Berte, but perhaps Michaela meant the first of those assembled.
Colby complained between orgasms, "You're going to cripple me!" She and Michaela were right next to each other on the couch by then. Both of them barked reminders to Zach to transfer as he approached his crisis.
Zach pulled out of Colby. Smoother than any of them expected, he moved over to Michaela. He plunged into her tight, slick womb with barely a break in his rhythm. Michaela began orgasming like a champ as soon as he entered her. In a few strokes, he gushed and squirted with a groan, filling her with his hot semen. "Feels like love semen," Michaela gurgled to a grinning Colby. They high-fived each other with glee.
"Go again?" prompted Michaela.
"He's always ready for a second time," assured Colby, then she groaned, "but for real, girl, I am wrecked."
Michaela spanked Zach on the side of the leg. "Up now! Kitchen," she ordered. "Grab fresh wife." Holding their clothes enough to walk, the couple left for the kitchen.
Anming protested but obeyed. She covered her eyes so she didn't need to see her colleague Michaela as matters unfolded. Zach bent Anming over the dining table. She only needed a brief little kiss and suck of oral before she orgasmed. She was poised, thirsty and wet for more. Despite her protests, she was evidently juicy with thoughts of this night's plans. She whimpered pitifully and orgasmed as Zach entered her and opened her joyfully. Right next to her at the table, Michaela braced herself and prepared with her vibrator. Part of Zach's first dose dripped lazily from her onto the kitchen floor.
Another transfer. Anming was left shaking and whimpering from a lack of that final hot satisfying flood. Instead, Michaela, poised right next to her, got it intensely. She moaned in orgasm and thorough satisfaction as Zach's penis filled her again and shot its straining intense cargo.
Colleen was next to serve as proxy. Through the evening and deep into the night, the wives rotated. Michaela was skilled at teasing herself, but fought sleep to continue the process. Zach began dropping asleep after every orgasm, but the next wife would rouse him and begin her teasing work. They were relentless on Michaela's behalf.
The next day, Zach was dragging. He was hugely grateful he had canceled Beatrice and Emma for the week. It would have been way too much.
The morning had stopped at Colby. As the dinner meal finished, Anming, without prompting, quietly covered her eyes and bent over the table. Michaela rushed to fetch her vibrator. Colleen and Colby dealt with the dishes.
All in all, it was a grueling, harrowing week for all of them, especially Zach. There were very few accidental discharges. Michaela became increasingly confident of success, her tiny womb always flooded and dripping with "love semen" as she termed it.
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The following Monday, with great relief, Zach settled into a quiet week living with Anming at his place. As with Colby, Anming began her tenure by sniffing and poking around. These women could get territorial. Zach had been so overburdened the past week, the couple did no more than cuddle the first night. Even through getting up in the morning, Zach let Anming out of bed with no more than a hug.
The next day, Zach kept his date with Beatrice. "I want you to make it up to me," she texted him in the morning.
"I'm at your service," Zach replied.
"I want Eric to watch us," Beatrice texted. "I promise he will only sit quietly in the corner. I want him to be able to see it in person."
"Okay," said Zach.
He arrived at their apartment for the rendezvous. It made better sense to meet at their place. His wives were now living at his place on a regular basis. Beatrice answered the door, and behind her was a blushing Eric. She dragged Eric by the hand into the bedroom. Zach followed. He was going to let this unfold however Beatrice arranged.
They discovered there weren't any chairs in their bedroom. Eric went to fetch a dining room chair. Zach suggested, "He could just sit on the edge of the bed. It's a big bed." Beatrice shook her head no.
Eric returned, set the chair as far away from the bed as possible, and sat. He hadn't said a word to Zach to the point where now it would be weird. So Zach just tried to ignore him. As was their custom, Zach got on the bed with Beatrice fully clothed. Their shoes came off. They started kissing and touching each other.
Beatrice straddled Zach and rubbed his back. "So you had a difficult week?" she asked.
"Yes. Up all night, night after night," Zach said. "This feels wonderful. I think I might fall asleep."
"I want you badly, Zach, but your past week sounds brutal," said Beatrice. "I'm okay if you just want a massage. Eric and I can see you Wednesday."
"No, I think I'm up for something," said Zach. "I got a good sleep last night. The best sleep I've had in a long time, in fact."
"However you are is fine," said Beatrice.
As the massage continued, they lost articles of clothing until they were naked. They switched to Zach massaging Beatrice. She made wonderful moaning noises as he massaged her. Soon he was hard. He nuzzled between her legs with his tongue, lips, and fingers. He suckled her nether lips and tongued her vaginal opening. She grew more excited and pumped her hips. He zeroed in on her urethra and clitoris, licking and sucking them. This sent her crying and moaning through a series of violent orgasms.
Zach couldn't stand to wait any longer. He came up for air and made to penetrate her missionary style. As he did, he glanced over at Eric. Eric was ejaculating neatly into a tissue. He was beet red. His eyes were locked on them as he jerked his hips against the tissue he held. Zach turned away from him and pushed into Beatrice, who bleated with pleasure and difficulty as he filled her.
Zach couldn't last long. Beatrice got in three or four more swift crying orgasms. He locked into her and filled her with a massive load of hot semen. This was the longest he'd gone without ejaculating in years. The hot wet fullness of his ejaculation felt special to her. She vibrated with pleasure and moaned.
Zach wanted to show Eric. He pulled out of Beatrice. A hot white flood of semen followed swiftly after. He saw Eric was jacking furiously again. Zach asked him, "Do you want to clean this up?"
"Uh, sure," stammered Eric. He approached the bed as Zach gave him room. He pressed his face to Beatrice's vulva and eagerly licked and sucked up the semen. Her hands flew down to caress his head as he sucked her. She shuddered and cried out in her most powerful orgasm yet. Having Eric's mouth take over for a while was really ringing her bell.
"Oh yes, cum on your husband's mouth, push out that spunk," Zach said. He figured that part of her excitement was that he was watching them.
At this point, Beatrice was fairly well cleaned up. Eric continued to suck on her clit, and she continued to orgasm spectacularly. Eric was frantically jacking himself as he pleasured her. "You should take a turn," encouraged Zach. "Go ahead and finish in your wife. You're close."
Before Zach had finished his sentence, Eric was on top of Beatrice and excitedly pushing in. Eric thrashed in her with wild sexual abandon, so close to orgasm. She shuddered and cried out lewdly. Just as he groaned and ejaculated into her, she opened her eyes and stared into Zach's eyes. She held Eric close as he jerked. Her eyes remained locked to Zach's, a look of pure excitement. Her eyes fluttered shut as she cried out in orgasm again. It was red hot to see the couple enjoy each other and the situation so thoroughly. Zach was hard as a rock again. "My turn again, okay?" he asked.
From then on, Zach and Eric tag-teamed Beatrice several times. They sucked out each other's cum, giving her more orgasms. Or they splashed into the other's leavings as they saw fit. Semen was splashed all over Beatrice's lower half and the bed. Beatrice was held in a state of near-perpetual orgasm from this. For two hours they had her repeatedly, back and forth. When they were done, she waved them away with a groan and fell dead asleep a moment later. Zach left to return to his apartment as Eric tidied up.
That evening, after dinner, Anming was puzzled that Zach wasn't forcing himself upon her as she might expect. She felt his forehead and clucked at him, believing he must be ill. She fed him cold medicine and tucked him lovingly into bed. After about an hour of sleep, he woke up refreshed, remembered the lube, and startled her with his ardor. After this, she was quietly thankful to see him return to his normal relentless pace.
Amidst Anming's constant pleading that it was dirty and disgusting, Zach had occasion to ask why she pleaded so. Clearly she enjoyed his attentions. "My husband," she answered, "you own my body and soul. I say yes to you with every part of me. Yet my mind retains the desire to point out the difference between normal civilized behavior and what we do. It allows perspective."
Zach still didn't quite get it, but he nodded as if he did. Next he asked, "About the other day, about your other needs. Are you getting them met?"
"Please my husband, let's not discuss this," Anming insisted.
"Are you getting them met, and in a healthy way?" Zach asked again. "As your husband charged with your happiness and well being, I must know these answers in some way."
"I will not speak of this," Anming sighed. Finally, she offered, "Speak to my physician." By this, she meant Ayana.
Ayana was happy to meet with Zach. She had obtained permission from Anming to answer his questions. Ayana began by saying, "Anming is seeing both myself and another therapist while she's here on Earth. On Mars, it will be me for real-time discussions, but rest assured. I'll be backed up by a stellar group of rape trauma professionals."
Ayana continued. "Anming knows the rape was not her fault. She knows this consciously. Emotionally though, feelings of guilt, helplessness, worthlessness, and so on, they persist."
"As I mentioned, we're doing therapy. Her gentle and normal life with you, Zach, is very important to her healing process. Even though the five wives is a little unusual, it appears to be within good comfortable boundaries for her."
"Now getting punished, avoiding any serious or permanent injury of course, is important for the time being. It is a kind of pressure or guilt release valve for her. The punishment greatly reduces her self-hate for a time. This way, she can function happily and comfortably in her relationship with you. For her own mental health, she needs to compartmentalize these two things."
"She was seeing the woman, as you know. Now we have moved her to a much safer alternative of a professional, ah, disciplinarian. Our plan for the mission and Mars is to have Alexis perform this service. Alexis is very capable in this respect and has readily agreed to this."
"I'll have to remember to thank her next time I see her," interjected Zach.
Ayana continued, "That's only for as long as Anming needs. It's our hope that Anming will heal. We expect she will grow the confidence to leave this punishment behind for the most part. There will always be stressful times. Nobody can ever be completely and reliably rid of such things. But trust me. Things will get better and better for Anming."
"Thank you so much, Ayana, for all you're doing for her," said Zach.
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On Friday, Zach had just gotten back to his office on base after double penetrating Beatrice with Eric's help. She'd orgasmed particularly poignantly with him in her vagina and Eric in her rectum. As he was relaxing for a moment, he got a call from Khushi. "Are you free this afternoon?" she asked.
"I can make myself free," said Zach. "What's up?"
"I have a hotel room. With Ayana's blessing, I'm spending the night with... well, no matter. I've checked in early, so I have three hours before I'm to meet... my dinner date. Can you visit me?"
"Certainly," said Zach. "I'll be right over." She told him the hotel and the room number.
When Zach arrived at Khushi's hotel room door, she leapt naked into his arms. In short order, she had him stripped down and was excitedly riding him cowgirl style on the couch. She figured they shouldn't use the bed, lest her official date wonder why the bed was all messed up. Her marvelous dark-tipped copper jugs mesmerized him as she rode.
She expertly worked on him for her pleasure. Her orgasms grew more and more intense. She was shaking and holding her breath tightly, turning a dark shade. Both her nipples erupted and squirted a clear salty fluid onto him. Her right tit really let loose, and her left one leaked too, but more weakly. It was colostrum. She had started to lactate.
Khushi interpreted this first squirt of hers as a confirmation of her firm and undying love for Zach. Zach reiterated that he felt the same. However, the last thing he wanted was to cause friction between her and Ayana. Khushi resolved to discuss the matter with Ayana. They continued to make love until Khushi had to start preparing for her dinner date.
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Starting Monday November 2, it was Colleen's week. Colleen was overwhelmed with last minute work. They discovered some tasks she could offload to him, and that was good. Aside from this, lots of massages and TLC in the evenings and mornings were in order. Zach had never seen Colleen in such a vulnerable state. He really felt their relationship was getting deeper, that she could share this with him. He loved taking care of her. He resolved to continue taking care of her even after their week together was over, right up until launch.
In their conversations, Colleen's fears came out for the first time. She was afraid of losing control of the mission while she was confined to the bubble for the sake of her fetus. She had all kinds of fears, both reasonable and unreasonable. She would talk about them and cry softly into Zach's shoulder. Zach didn't try to argue or fix them, he just listened and comforted. Zach was reminded how very young Colleen was. And so much responsibility. Nobody but her could do the job. She would surpass all expectations. Her fear was part of that process. Zach felt honored that for the first time she was able to express it at an emotional level with him.
Colleen was extremely gregarious and charming, so it didn't take long for her to meet Zach's neighbors. This included "THE Beatrice" as she called her. When she arrived for the evening before Zach, she would wander down the hall to converse with Beatrice.
On Wednesday, Zach and Colleen learned that Michaela had gotten her period again. Their mood was somber at dinner. While they were cleaning up and Colleen was about to assume the position, the doorbell rang. Colleen went to answer. It was Beatrice. She had a liquid measuring cup in one hand. In a singsong, they greeted each other like forever buddies. "If you don't mind, darling," said Beatrice, "I'm here to borrow a cup of semen."
"Certainly!" said Colleen cordially. "Come in, come in, come in!" She shut the door behind Beatrice. "Certainly not in this, eh?" Colleen said, taking the measuring cup from Beatrice.
"No, that was more of a prop," said Beatrice. They laughed together.
"Zach, take off your clothes, dearest," said Colleen. "Where do you want him? The bed?"
"The couch is fine," replied Beatrice.
"The bed is much more comfortable," insisted Colleen.
"I shouldn't impose," insisted Beatrice in return. Zach carried Beatrice to the bed and removed her clothes and his own. Colleen watched from the bedroom doorway with a smirk, arms folded.
"Actually, you're helping me with a chore," Colleen told Beatrice.
"You don't say- HUH!" said Beatrice as Zach dove his tongue into her wet pussy.
"Oh yes," continued Colleen. "The wives have decided that every evening Zach should have it at the dinner table."
"You don't say... Ohmygod Zach right there!" cried Beatrice.
"Yes, like a dessert course," said Colleen. "So you see, your timely inquiry saved me a dinner chore. Though I wouldn't exactly call it a chore."
"HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH!" cried Beatrice, not exactly in reply. She was being railed fast and hard by Zach.
"Zach hasn't been drained in hours, I don't think," said Colleen.
"HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH!" Beatrice's cries continued.
"He should have good volume and deliver it pretty quick, I'd say," said Colleen.
"HUH! HUH! Ohyeah!" Beatrice gurgled, "He's close, he's close, AAAAHHNNGG!!"
"Oh," said Colleen. One hand strayed down to her crotch and gave it a rub. "You got a good one."
"HAAAAH... He's still cumming... Ohyeah, ohyeah, ahhhh..."
"Well, you really got quite a load," said Colleen, giving herself a few more rubs, like scratching an itch.
"Yes," Beatrice enthused, "a good little quickie... or BIG quickie."
"I'll get you a paper towel for your panties so you can carry all that home with you," said Colleen helpfully.
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That Thursday, Aanya showed up at Zach's office wild-eyed. She was angry and looked half out of her mind. As soon as Zach grabbed her and held her, she burst into uncontrollable tears. "What's wrong?" Zach asked.
"AARAV! Buh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Aanya cried.
"What about Aarav?" Zach asked.
"KHUSHI! Buh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Aanya cried. Uh-oh.
"You mean, Aarav and Khushi?" asked Zach.
"YES! Buh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Aanya cried.
"What? Did they tell you?" asked Zach.
"NO! Buh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Aanya cried. She shoved her phone at him. On the screen was what looked like a copy of a text/image/video chat with Khushi from Aarav's phone.
"How did you get this??" Zach asked.
Aanya abruptly stopped crying. "I broke into his phone," she said guiltily.
"You know that's illegal," said Zach. Aanya looked away. Zach set that point aside. "Did you two have an agreement not to see other people?"
"Well, no," said Aanya. "Aarav knew about you. He said he didn't care."
"What about him from your standpoint?" Zach asked.
"I knew back in India he saw... people. I didn't care. But KHUSHI!!" Aanya fumed. She was right, it was pretty bad. A coworker, a delicate relationship. Shame on both of them. Especially given Aanya's innocence at matters of love and her past of ugly betrayal.
"Okay, you shouldn't have this," Zach said of Aarav's conversation with Khushi. He copied it to his phone and deleted it from Aanya's. "It would only serve to aggravate you. I will give it to Colleen. I expect that she will call you both in for a talk. You've committed a serious crime. I think we can keep you from getting kicked off the mission if you behave. Go back to Colby's house and stay there until either Colleen summons you or I do. Will you do this?"
"Yes," Aanya said passively. She was genuinely afraid for the future of her carefully engineered bacteria, fungi, and other fauna. She wanted Mars to blossom with life. Her own future was much less important to her. She left his office to go straight to Colby's house.
Zach called Colleen's office, but she was in a meeting. He would have to wait about 15 minutes to see her. Zach began to wonder whether the material Aanya found was anything more than a little flirting. Considering her innocence and history, Aanya could easily be overreacting.
He looked at the thread. It started with Khushi sending Aarav a copy of the selfie they took with a nice note, "Such a pleasure to meet you!" Perfectly harmless.
Aarav's response was flirty. "My face has never before been so beautifully and warmly framed." He was talking about her breasts.
Khushi responded, "I couldn't stop them. They wanted to get closer!" Then a heart emoji. That's where the first exchange ended.
The next day, late morning, a text from Aarav, "Hey beautiful! What are you up to? GF gone off to work. Really bored. Need to unpack, ugh." By GF he meant Aanya of course.
"Just got out of the shower after my workout," replied Khushi.
"Mmm! I need a local gym," texted Aarav. "What do you recommend?"
"I go to a boutique gym here called Buckley's. I'm doing well with them," Khushi texted back. Then, a photo from Khushi. She was in the bathroom with panties on, that was it. She had a nice distinct camel toe. She had a towel in her hair and was right out of the shower. One arm restrained her breasts and hid her nipples. Technically, no more revealing than the beach. But there was no mistake. Her look was seductive. The selfie was red hot. "As you can see," she concluded. To be fair, Khushi's resting face was seductive. Mostly naked like this, she could be nothing other than red hot.
"Just what I need! I am going to pot," Aarav texted. A selfie of him. Big smile, t-shirt up showing tight abs.
"You look very tasty to me," replied Khushi with a big heart emoji.
They flirted a little longer that day. Suggestive, but not dirty talk. A few more suggestive photos, but no nudity. More approximately daily exchanges, escalating to nude photos, and remarks like, "I'm wet for you," and "I'm hard for you," respectively. Khushi sending a video of a sexy striptease, including the pussy-popping vertical splits move. Masturbation videos. Mutual masturbation video chats. Did everyone persist their video chats these days? It was a bad practice in Zach's opinion.
Videos of them having sex. Several videos. Who would film this? Oh right, he's a movie actor. And he sent them to Khushi as well. Insanity. He peeked at the first one. Khushi's characteristic shriek of pleasure as he entered her. The shake of her ass a moment later at the conclusion of her first orgasm under him. Scrolling to the end, his globby creampie running out of her. Another in a hotel. Another in a public park. Another in a beach cabana perhaps? Their whole affair had been very graphically documented, it seemed. Well, movie actor. This was indeed about as bad as it could get.
To their credit, there was significant discussion of Aanya. How she was such an innocent, such an angel. How they needed to protect her at all costs. How they could never live with themselves if they hurt her, and so forth. Aarav's justification was that Aanya was so inexperienced. He craved a more worldly, seductive woman at least every once in a while. Also, his relationship with Aanya was technically an open one. They had each tacitly condoned the other having other partners. Khushi's justification was a list she'd made in middle school of men she would never say no to. She sent an image that looked authentic. The list was in curly pretty middle school girl cursive. Aarav's name was third on the list. It was fate, she concluded.
With relief and a raging hard-on, he turned both the evidence and the matter over to Colleen. He went to the nearest restroom and rubbed one out thinking of Khushi. He felt a little guilty peeping on her nasty private affair like that. Now all four of them were criminals, at least morally. His ejaculation seemed to put the matter emotionally behind him. He was done with it now unless specifically called upon.
At the dinner table that evening Colleen had alluded to how horrible it was refereeing Aanya and Khushi. There was more to come the next day. Aarav was on a plane back to India. A service would pack and ship his personal items. She was not pessimistic of the outcome, though, more just exhausted by the work. When she was done unburdening herself, mid-meal, she abruptly stood up and bent over the table. Her message was clear.
Zach hastened around the table and caressed her lovingly as she relaxed. He slid down her slacks and then her wet, gooey panties. Her crisp spicy smell wafted up, intoxicating. She was glistening slick, dripping, and open. Her lips and clitoris were straining erect. She had apparently thoroughly researched the affair. He was sure she didn't want to discuss it. He knew the feeling.
Without delay, Zach thrust into Colleen and began taking his pleasure. After only a moment, she orgasmed spectacularly and kept orgasming. Over the next while, he creampied her twice without stopping as she continued to shake with intense orgasms. He got the vibrator out from its hiding place under the flowers of the dining table centerpiece. She teased her vulva with it excitedly as he penetrated her anus, her copious juices easily slicking the way. She spun up into an even higher level of orgasms. Even though he had just ejaculated in her twice, the pulsing tightness of her anal sphincter swiftly drove him to a third crisis. He barked and grunted as his overtaxed balls squeezed everything they had left, one good squirt, deep into her rectum.
Colleen was semi-comatose, resting head and torso on the table. He saw the look of serenity on her face. It seemed to him that the guilt over her arousal at her delicate research had been alleviated. He gently patted a clean towel on her and gently pulled up her panties to hold it in place. Now she didn't have to fuss over herself. He arranged himself, washed off the vibrator, wiped their drips off the floor.
Zach returned to his meal, gazing at the stunning Colleen drifting further into slumber. Her job had been beyond crazy before this other thing had blown up. He ate as quietly as possible. By the time he had finished the meal, she was fast asleep and snoring gently. He put some plastic wrap over the rest of her meal and put it in the fridge. Quietly, he tidied up around her. He read some medical journals there at the table with her, wanting to stay close.
There were a few hours of her crashed asleep on the table and him reading next to her. He figured it was time for bed. Gently, he lifted her in his arms. She roused and kissed him as he carried her to bed. He undressed her. He made love to her a couple more times where she fully roused, made noise, had orgasms. Then they both fell into a deep sleep.
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The week starting Monday November 9 was designated a Becky week by Trigonometry. "Is this practical?" he asked Colby when she called to inform him of the plan.
"Do you think we don't check, baby?" Colby chuckled. "She's playing hooky from her dating service. It's all arranged. Now, go cripple that bitch. Sic 'em!" Colby's attitude continued to concern him. It would hold until after launch, though. Colleen didn't need more to worry about at the moment.
At work, Zach became Colleen's unofficial quartermaster, freeing her from overseeing those duties. He ran around base, visually checking and confirming various supplies and shipments. He was already good at logistics. Although technically it was not doctor stuff, anything that alleviated Colleen at this point was very much his business.
Zach felt so natural welcoming Becky to stay at his place for the week. They'd done this for years. Other women had recently been in there organizing things their way. First thing, the entire apartment was reorganized back to the Becky way. She didn't ask permission. She knew he knew women had to do this. He didn't resist or question it. He was no dummy.
Despite needing things organized her way, Becky was open to the ever-evolving traditions of Trigonometry. She had been wearing her choker proudly. It was the talk of the courthouse, the mystery of what Becky's choker meant. As soon as Zach arrived for dinner, Becky stood up and bent over the dining table. With a grin, she dropped her panties and flipped up her little hentai schoolgirl skirt. "I heard about the new rule," she giggled, "Fish taco appetizer!"
"It's usually the dessert course, but I'll take it now, thanks!" Zach said. Becky was wet and ready, perhaps having greatly anticipated this nasty new tradition. He pushed into her without delay. "Oh! I've missed you so much!" he marveled.
"Me too," Becky breathed. "I feel our baby growing inside me." She was panting, her excitement growing rapidly.
Over the week, their lovemaking grew more fervent than ever before. They were on the honeymoon they would never have.
Around the middle of the week, they were walking through downtown in the evening. Becky spotted one of her suitors, quite a tall and handsome fellow, though older. He had poor eyesight as well, apparently. They ducked into an alleyway without being spotted and had a good laugh about it. Becky knew her dating service had figured out she was breaking the rules. She would deal with it later, she said. Their blissful week continued. They tried not to think about the future much except to talk about the baby.
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In his office that afternoon, Zach called Khushi. "I'm free now if you want to show me that thing."
"Ayana might spot us over near your office," Khushi said. Ayana's office was near Zach's. "When I brought up the matter of seeing you again, she went ballistic. Ever since then, it seems like she’s having me watched. It’s lunchtime. Come over to the fabrication plant." Zach had a nice walk all the way across base to the fabrication plant.
Zach knocked on Khushi's office door and she answered. Silently, she let him in and shut the door. "I suspect Ayana has someone in the building who spies on me," she said, “but everyone is out to lunch now.” Zach was about to say something when Khushi threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss turned passionate, then sloppy. When they came up for air, they were both panting and wild eyed. "I mustn't," she said, "but a kiss is just a kiss, right?"
"Sure," said Zach, "right."
Khushi grabbed Zach's hand and pressed it onto her tummy. Then she slid it lower. He was confused. Did she want him to ignore what she’d just said and finger fuck her? It was moving in that direction. Then he felt it.
Khushi's baby, their baby, kicked his hand. He was really a father. They smiled at each other like lunatics and kissed softly, romantically. Something would have to change about this Ayana thing.
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The week starting November 16, Michaela was again fertile, but Colby put her foot down. "I need my week with my man," she stated in no uncertain terms. "You can let that Bulgarian skank waste more of your sperm in your own free time," she told him. And so that's the way it was.
Michaela was a pessimistic person under normal circumstances. These were incredibly trying circumstances for her. Zach did not try to cheer her up. Nothing could be more apt to get Michaela fighting mad. Despite her pessimism, she kept their dates and did what she could. He knew she would. Their dates were not as playful as they once were. They were not grim, they had fun, but the whole matter had an air of desperation about it.
Zach and Colby were having the best of mock-monogamous relationships. Later in the week, in the evening, Zach was reading a medical journal. Splash, all over his face, chest, and journal! He sputtered out of his reverie to see that Colby had bared her tits and given him both barrels. Oh no, it was an impish Colby, now armed with built-in colostrum squirt guns!
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November 23rd was Anming's week. At the end of their first dinner together, when Zach put his fork down, Anming reacted immediately. Even though she had a few bites left, she stood up and bent over the table. She rested her head and torso on the table, squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. He rose, and she whimpered in fear and excitement. He knew she anticipated and wanted his attentions. But he also knew that as soon as he touched his mouth to her lady parts, she would object. She felt obligated to call it dirty and disgusting. "Can we just stipulate that what I'm about to do to you is dirty and disgusting? Can we be done with the running commentary?"
"My husband?" she whimpered, confused.
"Should I gag you? Is that how I solve this problem?" asked Zach.
"Please, no, my husband," said Anming.
"Then what? I'm well aware you think it's disgusting for me to put my mouth on your vulva," said Zach. "Message delivered. May we move on, or do you have to say it every time?"
"It's not me," argued Anming. "Society thinks it disgusting. You, when you were a child, would have thought it disgusting. It's objectively disgusting."
"I agree," said Zach. "When I was eight, if someone had told me that later in life I would suck on a girl's hoo-hoo, I would have said, 'EW!'. Now do we have to belabor this point between us?"
"But it's dirty," Anming argued. "There are many germs, as you well know."
"I well know that any moist surface on or slightly in a human is covered in bacteria. But there are good and bad bacteria. With healthy humans like us, good bacteria greatly predominate," Zach said. "With strangers, one must take great care. But with lovers like us, we basically share all the same germs. Even our immune systems are intertwined. So, 'dirty'? I don't think so. Not unless it's dirty for me to touch my tongue to the roof of my own mouth."
Anming was silent.
"So will you please stop?" asked Zach.
Anming seemed to be having an internal battle. Finally, she said, "Yes, my husband."
Zach walked around the table, got on his knees behind Anming, and pulled down her Capri pants and panties together. She had a bit of crust in her panties. "Mmm, looks like you might have been thinking of me."
"Michaela likes to tease me now," said Anming.
"Tease you?" asked Zach.
"Ever since... hmm... that week... she describes how you most recently... hmm... tried in her. She talks about the number and strength of her... hmm... moments. And she also describes your... hmm... finishes, with volume estimates in milliliters. She makes disgusting sound effects and hand gestures. She laughs and insists that I blush when she tells me these things."
"Should I speak to her about her behavior?" asked Zach.
"Please don't, my husband," said Anming. "I only speak of it because yes, I have been thinking of you. Thinking... hmm... it's better by far than she describes."
"Thank you," said Zach. "That's such a sweet thing to say. I try to please you. I love you to the ends of the Earth."
"It's accurate, my husband," Anming said. "I'm not... no. I am perfect as I am. I love you with all of myself. Aah! Rrr!" Zach dove in and tasted Anming's sweet fragrant vulva that spoke of her day and layers of anticipation. She was making new noises, he suspected, to stave off her usual automatic complaints about dirty and disgusting. Old habits were hard to break, and she wouldn't be perfect. Zach felt so grateful to have Anming.
For the almost the first time, their lovemaking was devoid of Anming's complaints. It was as devoid of words as it had been their first few times together. Then, she had been too timid to say practically anything. This time between them was serene and energetic. Anming made her sounds of joy and satisfaction. When he could hold back no more, Zach made joyful and satisfied sounds as he finished in her.
The rest of their evening passed with barely a word passing between them. There was no need to talk. Anming mulled over her equations, and Zach studied his medical journals. When he deemed it time for bed, he lifted her from her chair and carried her to bed. There was no need for Zach to fruitlessly coax or cajole or for Anming to complain and resist. Zach undressed her and made love to her. The only noises from her were ones of pleasure and release. He finished in her vagina twice and then excitedly lubed her anus. He asked her, "Would you use a vibrator to help your pleasure while I use this part?" He was rubbing a lubed finger into her anus.
"No, my husband," Anming replied. "Use me as you wish, and I will gladly serve."
It seemed they were speaking at cross purposes. Zach deemed it a discussion for another day and proceeded without the vibrator, twice. Despite Anming's stated intention merely to serve, she had more than a couple powerful orgasms. Not nearly as many as vaginally, but more profound. Maybe her earlier response was just her polite way of saying she preferred to do without the vibrator.
As the week continued, their relationship got ever more serene. Zach was sure she was speaking to Ayana and her therapist about these things. They were being helpful. She seemed at all times to remember that she was worthy of love and capable. It seemed that the discipline must be working, too. He never saw any marks on her body. Nothing but the occasional bruise she may have gotten just by bumping against her desk. She did come to the dinner table wetter on a few days. Sometimes her bottom looked a bit spanked. This could just be Michaela's teasing and sitting in a hard chair, though. He didn't want to make anything up. Whatever regimen was working, and that's all he cared about.
Anming seemed more confident and joyful than ever during their quiet times together. When he wanted her, he would quietly take her. He would then wipe and restore her to more or less her former state unless it was bedtime. She never fought or complained any more. They always had great joy in their lovemaking and made great sounds together. He felt calm, quiet, happy and satisfied like never before.
The only time they spoke one evening was when Anming asked, "What size is our baby?"
"Our baby is about the size of an almond," answered Zach.
At this answer, Anming smiled and re-engaged with her equations.
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One day around lunchtime, Zach dropped by Colby's garage to give her a square of chocolate. "Yum," she said as she savored it. "And feel this." She put her hand low on her tummy. It moved. "That's your future son or daughter," she said, smiling and falling into his arms.
"When did this happen?" asked Zach.
"Just this morning," said Colby. "All the wives felt it."
"I'm so happy," said Zach. This led to kissing, which led to him giving Colby head on the warm hood of a Humvee. Then Zach took her up against the Humvee. It seemed a lot of their off-week sex was in her shop. Still, for a quickie, Zach found it quite satisfying. The baby was dancing around afterwards. They seemed to like it too.
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Every week, Zach mock-raped Aanya in the mud. Charisse almost always slyly watched them and masturbated. By now she knew that he knew she was peeping and didn't care. In fact, he thought it was pretty hot. Aanya didn't seem to notice. Since Aarav left town, she and Zach had increased the frequency of their mock-rapes in the mud to three times a week.
One muddy episode, they lay in post-coital stillness, Zach still fully buried in Aanya's womb. Aanya was coated in mud, and Zach was heavily splashed. She moaned, "Ohhh... you hurt me you rape me..." which was her way of saying he'd done a good job. Zach heard behind him and to the side Charisse's little stifled gasp and grunt. She'd successfully finished off her little voyeuristic session.
While they were washing the mud off themselves, Zach asked, "What's going on with Aarav?"
"He's history for both of us," said Aanya dully. Presumably she meant her and Khushi.
"How's it going with Khushi?" asked Zach.
"We're close now," said Aanya. "She's been sending men at me, perhaps by way of apology. Some of them have been interesting."
"Well, that sounds positive," said Zach. "Are you going to do a week with me?" he asked, given the new Trigonometry plan.
"Not until after launch," Aanya replied. Zach was fine with that. Three times a week was enough of her for him in the short term. He'd rather she explored as long as she stayed safe. He knew she would stay safe.
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One afternoon, Zach got a call from Ben, his mentor from Portland who Berte was seeing. “I had to tell you Zach,” Ben said, “the baby moved. She’s so happy.”
Zach wondered a moment why Berte wasn’t calling him, but then, that was Berte. “How is Berte doing?”
“She’s so happy, Zach,” said Ben. “She’s getting to be quite the psychic, or something. She keeps telling me that she talks to Jenny in her dreams. She says it makes her happy. It’s weird, but I don’t think it’s bad for her. I think it helps allay her concerns about what will happen to me after she leaves for Mars.”
“You’re the expert, Ben,” said Zach. Then, more seriously, “Are you going to be okay after Berte leaves for Mars?”
“We’ll correspond,” said Ben. “I’ll be fine. In fact, it looks like I’ll have an immediate problem to distract me. What Berte doesn’t notice, but I can’t help noticing is this. Women are circling me like piranha. It’s a little frightening.”
“Women you know?” asked Zach.
“Some, like Jenny’s friends who are widowed or divorced. But women of all ages,” said Ben. “Berte keeps getting invited to these physics events at the local university. Interesting how all the women researchers over there want to stay in touch with me. They range from Berte’s age to my age; it doesn’t seem to matter. And, it seems, every eligible woman at my college. I think it’s me being seen in public with Berte. You know what a knockout she is. It appears I’ve gained a reputation. Undeserved, I assure you.”
“I don’t know about that, Ben,” said Zach. “You’re a hell of a catch.”
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On the last day of November, which fell on a Monday, Colleen was supposed to take Zach over from Anming. At lunch, Colleen had a different idea. "You and I have the rest of our lives together," she said. "You should really spend your last two weeks on Earth with Becky."
"You are a treasure," said Zach. "I'll do my best to repay you."
"You already are, quartermaster," said Colleen. "We'll figure the rest out on the way."
His kissed her passionately right there in the lunch place. People noticed it. Reporters probably noticed it. He didn't care.
Becky scrambled to rearrange her schedule. Her dating service sent her a nastygram saying they were firing her as a client if she didn't desist. Becky said, "Fuck 'em. They're going to break a contract with a lawyer? I don't think so. I'll pay them some money after you're gone and they'll calm right down."
"What about the suitors?" Zach asked.
"If they're not patient and persistent enough to survive on their own for two weeks, they're not for me," said Becky.
Becky and Zach spent a romping fun two weeks together until launch. They didn't think about anyone but each other and the baby. They didn't think about any time but the present.
The most surprising thing that happened was that Anming married Becky in a civil ceremony. It took about an hour at the courthouse. Zach found out about it afterwards. At first, Zach was very confused, and all Anming would say was, "Because we are both Trigonometry, we were already married. We just made it official." He started to see the reason of it quickly, though. Among the crew, only Ayana, Colette, and Anming had no relatives to come to the sendoff. Only blood relatives and legally married spouses could attend the ceremony. Colette was already legally married and wanted to stay that way. Ayana was concerned about offending Khushi. This didn't prevent her from making all kinds of raunchy jokes about a wedding night with Becky, though. Anming was the most logical choice, being part of Trigonometry. Plus, Anming really wanted to piss off the Chinese government, and boy did she ever!
Notes of gratitude and condolence came to Becky from every member of both crews.
Anming said a beautiful thing at her civil ceremony with Becky. Zach saw the whole thing on video afterwards. "We will all carry Becky with us in our hearts forever. I'm so happy we're officially wed."
Jason, Aiden, and Ethan sent a nice card. Mateo sent a separate, more personal message. The part Becky would let Zach see said, "I regret not being able to get to know you better." Reciprocal oral sex seemed plenty thorough enough knowledge to Zach, but he was biased.
Colette sent a card that said, "I know what it is to leave the one you love best behind forever. Be assured that you will continue to be loved and missed deeply. Flowers caught in amber never fade."
Colleen let the gift of the extra week speak for itself, and sent a card that simply said, "Enjoy."
Michaela's card said, "Restrain yourself from strangling the little crying and pooping monster when it comes out. We don't want to have to fly all the way back to Earth to knock you up a second time."
Khushi sent Becky two pairs of adorable baby booties, one pink and one blue.
Ayana sent a card that said, "But for prior commitments, I would have reveled in teaching you the heights of sapphic ecstasy that you can now only imagine in your wildest dreams. Talk to your dating service! Maybe you can still cross this off your list. XOXOXO" This enclosed with Khushi's baby booties.
Charisse sent Becky her collection of crystals of all shapes, sizes, and colors, solemnly informing her they were good for her baby.
Aanya sent Becky a toe ring.
Alexis sent Becky a book entitled, "Speed Dating for Predators: How to Land Any Man in 30 Minutes or Less." The title page had a note from Alexis, "With deepest respect from one predator to another."
Colby gave Becky her stunning geodesic dome vacation home that Zach and the wives had once used as a retreat. This was an exorbitant gift, but not really from Colby's perspective. The house and all the surrounding land were valued at twenty-three million dollars. Colby was worth billions. Her note enclosed with the deed said, "I wanted this place I love to go to a person I love. Enjoy it."
Berte's card read simply, "Sorry! Love ya."
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Zach's goodbye with Emma was poignant but brief. They had both known it was coming for some time. They gave each other one last long hug and promised they would email. Maybe they even would.
To wrap up his time with Beatrice, she made him lunch at her place. Eric arrived to join them. Beatrice broke the news that she was pregnant. She didn't know which of them was the father.
The doctors had told the couple it would be a miracle if Beatrice ever got pregnant. The problem was a congenital malformation of the fallopian tubes, a birth defect that prevented her eggs from being fertilized. They could have gotten some of her eggs surgically removed and done in vitro fertilization, but had decided against it.
The couple was beyond overjoyed that Beatrice was pregnant. They would let Zach know who was the biological father, but they didn't want anything from him. Regardless, Eric would raise the baby as his own.
(To be continued)
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70: Sunday Dec 13, 2043, 0800 hours CST: Liftoff
Zach met his driver at the curb in front of Becky's apartment building. They were all being driven to the base hours ahead of the launch today. NASA wanted to make sure that nobody got lost at the last minute. This time, they had to launch at exactly 3 PM to make their rendezvous with the Interplanetary Vehicle flying by Earth.
Mars Colony Mission One crew was launching from Johnson Space Center in Houston. Mateo's mission, Mining Seventeen, was launching from Cape Canaveral. They would rendezvous at the Interplanetary Vehicle.
The entire crew met for breakfast at the launch pad facility. Afterwards, they all had a pre-flight medical exam. Blood samples were taken and quick-tested for diseases, drugs, and anything else that could affect performance. Urine samples were taken and tested for the same purpose. They all had eye exams and hearing tests. They all had mental well-being interviews. Zach overheard Berte laughing loudly during hers. They all got electrocardiograms while on a treadmill. These medical tests took a couple of hours to complete.
By then, it was nearly time for lunch. They gathered in the launch pad facility dining hall. Zach sat near the middle of the table.
To his right was Michaela talking to Berte. They were talking about the men Berte had experimented with in recent months. "Of the men, Ben was my sweetheart, aside from Zach. Ben seemed to know everything about me. He said I was like an electric shock to him. His dead wife Jenny came to me in my dreams. The more I enjoyed life, the more Ben healed. Jenny taught me that. The enjoying life part, I control that. I'll carry that with me, from her, forever."
"Oops! Hah, the little fart is punching me again," Berte said. Clearly she was talking about her baby. Zach hadn't had the chance to feel her baby move yet. He saw Michaela looking at Berte's baby bump with real longing. "It wants me to eat something." Berte wolfed down another deviled egg. "There you go," she said to her tummy.
Berte continued, "Ben gave me confidence to see other men as well. Some of them were sexually gratifying. I want men like Ben and especially Zach, who understand me some. Long term, I mean. Short term, enthusiasm is good. I like when they look at me with hunger. And ejaculation. I love it when a man lets loose some really thick jets. But thick or thin, fire-hose or drips, it's the only moment a man communicates clearly about anything."
"Great wisdom in this," nodded Michaela, her eyes fixed on Berte's baby bump.
To Zach's left was Aanya talking to Charisse. They had been overseeing the loading of seedlings onto the excursion vehicle even as they had undergone their medical exams. They were splitting up assignments for unloading the seedlings into the various hydroponics bays after docking. Amazingly, the two of them had both escaped the bubble along with the three engineers and Zach. Everyone else in the crew had to go into the water bubble to protect their fetuses from radiation.
Across from Zach, Ayana was flirting with Colby. With knowing little glances at Zach to make sure he was paying attention, Colby was flirting back. Ayana knew Colby was just teasing Zach with the flirting, but she didn't mind. The more casual Colby got with their flirting, the more likely Ayana might sometime steal a kiss or two.
Also across from Zach, Colleen was talking to Anming. Anming was describing the new serenity she'd found with Zach. Colleen was listening and asking questions. She was intrigued and interested to try just being quiet like Anming and Zach had been.
Directly across from Zach, Alexis asked him, "So did you leave them crying?"
"I tried not to," Zach said. "Becky is doing fine. She'll be at the meet and greet."
"We'd better hope," snickered Alexis. "She's got power of attorney for all of us. She'll be running all of our personal finances here on Earth. If you piss her off, we'll all suffer. Then I will have to do something drastic to you."
"I'll keep that in mind," said Zach.
"How about the others, like your neighbor lady?" asked Alexis.
"It turns out she's pregnant," said Zach.
"Why am I not surprised?" said Alexis. "Was this planned?"
"They thought she could never conceive because of a birth defect," said Zach.
"A likely story," snickered Alexis.
"Regardless, it's fine with me if she keeps the baby. It could still be her husband's," said Zach.
"You mean she didn't keep her husband's little weenie locked in a cage while she was banging you?" remarked Alexis. "Where is her sense of fun?"
Zach was about to mention that Eric's weenie was a fine size, but then he thought better of it. He didn't want the voyage filled with bisexual jokes from Alexis.
"How about that young contortionist?" Alexis asked. "Should we be checking your luggage?"
"No, she gets sick even on carnival rides," said Zach.
"Well, that's a relief," said Alexis. "Now Zach..."
"Yes?" asked Zach.
"I'm feeling extra horny already," Alexis confided, her voice lowering. "I'll be in the bubble, but I don't care. Have provisions been made for a girl getting a proper zero-G railing?"
"Berte says she has an idea for something, but of course, we've never tried it," said Zach.
"I'll be the first guinea pig. Squeak, squeak!" said Alexis.
"You're as tight as a guinea pig," said Zach.
"You're a sweetheart," said Alexis. "I won't ask how you know the guinea pig part," she added with a snicker.
Lunch was soon over, and they proceeded to the dressing room. There was joy among the women. Bras came off, especially off the big jouncy tits of Berte and Khushi. All bras went into the trash forever, accompanied by yowls and yips from the feisty crew. They were ready to fly, and even during the 2g burn, they were adamant. No bras were coming any of the way to Mars. Zach smiled at their universal enthusiasm. Tits out? Check. Gloriously beautiful, excited women? Check. His penis swelled helplessly.
It was easy for NASA to adjust the women's space suits at the last minute to accommodate their baby bumps. These space suits had been designed specifically for the colony missions. The crew would need them for excursions on the surface of Mars after they landed. Accommodating pregnancy was a major factor in their design.
Anming undressed next to Zach as before. "This is where we really connected for the first time," he said.
"You felt no connection at the airfield?" asked Anming.
"I did, very strongly," said Zach. "But for me, that encounter is colored with the misunderstanding. I thought you didn't like me. So then I tried to set aside my attraction and give you space."
"At that point, my sutures had not been removed for long," Anming smiled. "I was feeling very fragile. Yet, your pull was strong. That's why I was so abrupt with you. I'd seen pictures, but," she said. She slipped out of her wet panties and looked up at him. "You're just so incredibly large," she said, stroking his chest. "From that moment on the airfield, I yearned to feel your weight on me, crushing me, spreading me, consuming me. Then you left me messages, remember? Again and again. It drove me crazy."
"And this," she said, looking at his cock. "When I first saw it in this very place, I was terrified and felt unlucky. I saw Colleen on that first day in orbit and cried bitter tears to her, saying it was impossible. She assured me that she had taken it all, up to the hilt. She'd enjoyed it very much, and I would too. I hardly believed her. She assured me that you were a most empathetic lover. After that, she sent Michaela to speak to me. She made me look at her... well. You know it is tiny, like all of her. She said, yes your penis is magnificent, and she'd also had it very pleasurably both her places. I was embarrassed but reassured enough to imagine it might work for me."
"That night, I had a dream of being taken by a giant badger. Not with pain, but with pleasure. In Chinese fairy tales, badgers are a symbol of joy. All the pain and hurt was crushed out of me like a juicer. I was thereafter determined to lie with you as soon as my fragile health allowed. It was what I wanted, my version of healing."
"I remind you of a giant badger?" asked Zach.
"My husband, I'm speaking earnestly," Anming scolded. "I did die after all, in a way. I died and was reborn utterly yours. It wasn't merely the physical. It was a certain easy innocence you have, so joyous, so open. You filled me to bursting with it as you filled my vagina to bursting with your penis. I could barely experience the pleasure of either."
Colleen coughed gently next to them. "Time to get dressed, lovebirds," she said. "Down, boy," she ordered Zach's tallywhacker, passing her hand over it like a snake charmer. It didn't work. At any rate, the duo returned quietly to donning their flight suits and space suits.
Zach was still a bit uncomfortable in his space suit when they arrived at the sendoff for the families. His sisters were there, looking a bit teary, even though the three of them didn't see much of each other these days. Emily's hug was longer than ever before. "You stay safe," she ordered him.
"These sisters?" asked Michaela, coming to greet them.
"Yes, Michaela, these are my two sisters, Emily and Madison," Zach said, making the introductions.
Michaela punched Zach's arm with her tiny fist. "Is hard worker, this boy of yours," She told them. "On our project, we work and work and work. Still not done. Never gives up."
"What are you working on?" asked Madison.
"Sorry, is classified," said Michaela, and wandered off.
"What an interesting person," said Emily.
"Well, she's an astrophysicist," said Zach. "They're eccentric. And speaking of astrophysicists." Anming approached them. "Anming, these are my sisters, Emily and Madison."
"Yes, m... hmm... Zachary," said Anming. They all hugged. She offered, "Your brother is... hmm... well.. thank you for giving him."
"He's very well-behaved," interjected Colette. "He would turn himself inside out to help any one of us. Sometimes it's almost painful to watch. Oh, I'm Colette, by the way, geophysicist. And this is my colleague, Alexis."
"What a maniac he is!" said Alexis, "A lot of fun! One time we were out riding motorcycles in the desert, and just on a whim..."
"Yes, heh, fun," interrupted Colette.
"A maniac?" said Emily, "That sounds like Zach when he was young."
"This crew makes me feel younger," Zach offered.
"Boundless energy," Charisse offered, having just walked up. "He's been tested." She smiled at Zach.
"Everyone seems to be ganging up on Zach's sisters," offered Colleen. "It's a pleasure to meet you both."
"This is Colonel Colleen Bruno, our mission commander," Zach said to his sisters. Then to Colleen, "Madison. Emily."
"I have a question," said Madison. "With so many women, and only Zachary, is it hard?"
"Ha ha!" said Colleen, "It's hard all the time!" There was laughter from the assembled women. "But Zach keeps it in check. And to your question, no," she scoffed, "Who needs them, right?" Polite laughter from the assembled women. "Zach is an exception. He's one of us. He knows how to work seamlessly in a family of women, thanks to you two, I'd guess."
Zach politely backed away from the whole group of them. They seemed to have something to say to or get from Emily and Madison. The women kept laughing and joking together. He didn't have to be involved. He bumped into Charisse's parents, the Roberts, Jedidiah and Lilac Rainbow. "Oh, hello again," he said, shaking their hands.
Lilac Rainbow confided, "I never thought our little flower would actually go to a whole other planet with no plants and no men." She then startled, "Present company excepted, of course."
"Oh, well," said Zach. "Mars will be covered in Charisse's little cacti. She'll make her own garden. And as for men, in a few years, there will be more men."
Lilac Rainbow couldn't hide a look of worry for her daughter. Like daughter, like mother, Zach supposed. Zach glanced at Charisse's father Jedidiah, who smiled knowingly. "I worry," Lilac Rainbow almost whispered.
"Don't worry," said Zach. "We all love your daughter and will do anything to take care of her. My entire job, and Ayana's, is looking after the physical and mental health of the crew. We're certain your daughter will be fine."
"You mean," Lilac Rainbow said, "you'll give her all the sex she requires to stay healthy and happy?"
Zach blushed. "Yes," he said in a low tone. "It's all being taken care of."
Charisse's mother continued, "You know, she needs to be handled firmly every once in a while."
"Yes, ma'am," said Zach.
"You don't need to be formal with me, Zach... Zachy," Lilac Rainbow said, caressing Zach's neck and ear with one hand. "So, my big strong Zachy will be plowing my little girl, like, really hard?"
"If she prefers it, m... Mrs. Roberts," Zach stammered.
"Please, call me Lilac, or Lilac Rainbow." Charisse's mom was massaging his arm now, feeling his bicep. "Yes," she said, "you can hold her down nice and hard, can't you? And choke her. Remember, she needs a good choke now and then." She said it as if she was talking about Charisse needing to bundle up in cold weather. "Oh, and remember to call her a slut. She likes that."
"Will do," said Zach.
"Oh, I feel so much better now, so relieved." Zach saw a smile cross Lilac Rainbow's face, and a look of arousal. "You are quite a stud," she said as her hand casually descended to take stock of his equipment. He noticed that for nearly sixty, Charisse's mother was a fine looking woman. Another glance with the husband, who inclined his head towards his wife with another smile. "Hard to tell with you in a space suit," she fretted. "Can you disrobe for me? Just a quick peek."
"I'm afraid we're not allowed," Zach demurred. The couple politely wandered off.
Colleen approached Zach, tightly holding a blond woman in her mid fifties. The woman was stunning for her age. Colleen made introductions. "Mom, this is Zach. This is my mom, Jessica."
Zach shook hands with the mother. "Jessica, yes."
"I've heard a lot about you," said Colleen's mother with a knowing smile.
"Good, I hope," said Zach.
"Oh," Jessica responded with a snicker, "the rigorous testing you had to undergo."
Zach glanced a bit uncomfortably at Colleen, who smirked at him. "Your daughter," Zach responded, "she flies by the seat of her pants." They were all grinning now.
"Well, you have to have a good feel for the stick," retorted Jessica. "Colleen's father was a helicopter pilot. He died in the Ukraine conflict in 2030. Colleen was devastated. She always seemed so serious, even after her first mission. Now, I see that she's truly happy."
"That's good to hear," said Zach. "We'll all take good care of her." Spontaneously, the conversation ended in a tight three-way hug. Colleen's mother smelled wonderful, much like her daughter. It amazed Zach that Colleen wasn't sporting a stepdad. The embrace broke, the moment ended, and mother and daughter wandered off arm-in-arm towards Anming's position. Anming was talking to Becky. Zach was tempted to follow them.
Zach turned around to confront Colby and her family. There were introductions all around. There was a mother Jen, a father Mike, and a brother Ryan. Colby's mother was a few inches shorter than Colby, and was still in great shape in her mid-sixties. Both of Colby's parents had been professional gymnasts and stunt people who had invested their money wisely. Colby's older brother was the tallest in the family at 5'11". He was an investment banker. "I always knew my daughter was a risk taker," said Mike the father, "but this."
"Well, it seems she had conquered Earth," Zach said politely, with a smile.
"Could you point out Becky Baines? I understand she's here," said Ryan, the brother. Zach pointed her out, and Ryan set out towards her. She and Anming were talking to Colleen and her mother. It was probably something to do with the powers of attorney.
"Are the relationship wars over?" asked Jen, Colby's mother. "First it was the Indian woman, then Colby was presented." She continued, "Of course I knew it all along."
"Mother," said Colby, "it's more complicated than that."
"So you keep saying," said Jen, a little frustrated. "Yet you could have any man on Earth..."
"Actually, money can buy surprisingly little of real value," said Colby. She took Zach's arm, and they walked away, straight into Khushi's extended family.
Khushi appeared to be in the midst of trying to explain the importance of her relationship with Ayana to them. Ayana had fled. Khushi's father spoke up, "Here's the man who can clear the entire matter."
Zach had forgotten how massive Khushi's mother's tits were. They were massively massive, stammeringly massive. They were eye magnets. "You did your duty, young man," she said, inclining her head towards Zach. Her mammaries quivered ever so slightly as she spoke.
"But that doesn't change anything," Khushi insisted.
"You will raise the child?" the father asked Zach pointedly.
"Foremost, this is Khushi's child," Zach told the entire family in his most authoritative doctor voice. He did it well. "I will be there at every step, every way I can gainfully contribute."
"Which will be so much, Zach," Khushi said with relief.
"You should all enjoy each other while you're here," Zach implored. "You can argue with your daughter about her choices at a distance."
"Well spoken," said the husband. Colby and Zach left them to walk over and speak to Ayana across the room.
On the way, Colby stopped Zach and said, "I know that after we dock you'll be busy with setting up the bubble. With getting everybody comfortable and settled in there. The work will no doubt take you far into the night." She continued with a smirk, "I don't know about Ayana, her loss. But you'll have five other women in there who... if they're feeling anything like I am at the moment..."
"I can take a break," Zach assured her. "I can come see you. You're precious to me. So precious." He stroked Colby's face and kissed her lightly. She seemed distracted with her thoughts, understandable at the moment. He hoped these were not jealous thoughts she was wrestling with.
"I was thinking. You shouldn't have to," said Colby, looking intently into Zach's eyes, a hand on his chest. Before he could offer more reassurance, she continued, "I should follow Colleen's advice, and dip a toe into the lifestyle. She said it would help me understand you better. She said our relationship was so strong, she wasn't worried."
"You mean the open thing?" asked Zach.
"What else?" Colby confirmed, looking away a little despondently.
Zach regarded her. "Honey bunny, if you want to-"
"It's not about what I want!" Colby kept her volume low but emphatic. "It's about reality." She grabbed him and bumped space suits. She looked at the floor. "But I'm old school. I can't do it unless... you know about it at least. I don't think I need your permission."
"You have it anyway," Zach assured her in a voice equally low. "But don't do it because you feel you should, or to re-balance the scales with me, or reassure Colleen. That's not open at all."
"Then what?" Colby whispered unhappily.
Zach suggested, "There will be times in this mission when you'll be feeling super horny. That might not be tonight, or it might be. For whatever reason, I won't be available. Instead of just pulling out that amazing hi-tech vibrator of yours, get some male help to scratch that itch. It can just be to scratch an itch. It doesn't have to be more profound than that. And it doesn't have to be all the way. I'm sure any of our guys would be happy to go down on you, no strings attached. They all seem generous. This can be on your terms."
"It wouldn't feel right, leaving them hanging," Colby said.
"I like your sense of fairness, but don't do anything you don't want to do," said Zach. "That's not being kind or fair to anybody. It's certainly not anything these guys want to do, having it be a matter of fairness. That sounds like something that might turn into regret. Do it out of friendship, sure, or even love."
"Don't talk to me like I'm your daughter," said Colby, frustrated. "I know all this."
"Fair enough," said Zach. "If you want me to sleep somewhere other than our cabin tonight, put a sock on the door."
Without another word, they walked up to check in with Ayana. "It's fine," said Ayana. "She introduced me. She did everything she could. She was very brave. Now she should just enjoy her family." Ayana seemed fine to Zach, strong. He could tell that Khushi's admission to her family had meant much to her. Ayana gazed intently, calmly, and lovingly over his shoulder at Khushi. He hoped the couple could continue working things out. Ayana's love for Khushi was obviously intense. He wanted it to thrive.
Colby and Zach met Aanya's family, who were a happy bunch, but sad to see their daughter leave. They were now satisfied that Aanya's public service announcement had been a good and worthy thing. They asked about Aarav, but both he and Colby pleaded ignorance. Anything shared about that matter should be done by Aanya herself.
They went to speak with Becky. Anming was with her. "I hope my brother didn't give you any trouble," said Colby.
"Oh no, he's delightful," said Becky. Zach guessed the interaction had been somewhat confrontational. Becky looked like she would find the matter enjoyable either way. Ah, lawyers. The four of them hugged tightly.
"We must all send baby pictures," Anming insisted.
"Videos!" said Becky.
"Agreed," said Colby.
"Thank you so much for the place in Colorado," said Becky. "I haven't had a chance to visit yet, but soon."
"Say hi to the place from me," said Colby.
It was time for a final wave goodbye and for the crew to put on their helmets.
The twelve astronauts rode the elevator up to the hatch on the excursion vehicle. This was the same excursion vehicle that had taken them to orbit for the dry run. NASA liked to use vehicles that were new but had been proven in space. This vehicle had been up to space twice before. Once, Colleen and Mateo had taken it up to orbit and back. All systems had worked perfectly. The second mission had been their dry run mission with all twelve crew. This was the third flight to orbit for this excursion vehicle. This time, it would be flying a lot farther than Earth orbit.
They climbed up a ladder at the center of the cabin floor to reach their seats. Seating was as it had been for the dry run mission. Colleen sat in front with her co-pilot Colby. The second pair of seats went to Khushi and Berte at the engineering stations. The third pair of seats were Zach, and sitting next to him, Ayana. They sat uncomfortably on their back for fifteen minutes while everybody checked everything. The main engines started and they were underway.
At two gees for ten minutes, the launch vehicle pushed them into Earth orbit before separating and returning. Once they were floating in zero-gee, Khushi remarked, "They warn you about needing to pee, but that rocket ride pushed out all my milk. I'm afraid my upper body is completely wet."
"Me too," said Berte.
"Yep," said Colby.
"It's natural," said Charisse. "We'll all dry out."
"Holy crap, guys," said Aanya, holding the midriff of her space suit.
"What is it?" asked Colleen with immediate concern.
"It feels weird," Aanya said.
"Are you in pain?" Zach asked, turning around to look at her. She didn't look pale.
"It's just..." said Aanya, "I can feel my baby move!" Her crewmates broke out in cheering and relief. Zach, Ayana, and Colleen started breathing again. Miscarriages during launch were theoretically improbable, but there wasn't much data on it.
Colleen and Colby couldn't see Mateo's excursion vehicle ahead of them. It was on nearly the same course. They had them on radar. They waited in zero-gee for forty five minutes to reach the correct spot in their orbit around the Earth. There was another ten minute burn at one gee to put them into the path of the Interplanetary Vehicle.
They waited five hours for the Interplanetary Vehicle to come up behind them very slowly, relatively speaking. Relative to the sun, they were traveling at forty-two kilometers per second, which was twenty-six miles per second.
During this five hour stretch, the crew read and slept. The other excursion vehicle with Mateo and his crew slowly became visible to the naked eye ahead of them. "Out-of-state license plate," called Alexis.
"You're a child, Alexis," said Colleen.
"I'm so bored," said Alexis. "Can't we have sex with Zach, or each other, or anything?"
"Let's eat now, instead," said Colby. And they did.
After cleaning up from the meal, it was time to pee. Alexis said, "Whoever puts the most pee into the bag, as judged by Zach, will get him first after we dock, okay?"
"You will beat us," said Michaela. "Or you will cheat." There was agreement from some others.
"You girls are being no fun," said Alexis. "Style, then. What about style?"
"What is good zero-gee peeing style versus bad?" asked Zach. Alexis smiled cryptically.
"One space suit off at a time," insisted Colleen.
"Don't worry, mama," said Alexis. She set herself to spinning.
"Please, please don't," said Zach, trying to keep up with the gyrations of her vulva. "It will go everywhere."
Alexis stopped herself. "Well, that's what I meant by style. It would be fun if I could do that while peeing straight into the bag."
"It would be a unique talent," Zach agreed.
With an evil grin, Alexis squirted her last few drops wide. Zach had to chase them.
"There's nothing more fun than watching Zach chase some zero-gee pee-pee," said Alexis.
The other women were thankfully not nearly as creative in their styles of peeing. Zach held the bag for Anming. He could see that she was fighting embarrassment, humiliation, and disgust by showing him her bodily function so starkly. He looked her in the eyes calmly. He glanced briefly to check that everything was on target.
Anming was done. She said, "I'm sorry, my husband."
"Everything about you is beautiful," Zach replied. "I like watching you fight through your feelings to make yourself comfortable. I don't know why. I find it very attractive."
Anming had restored her panties and was donning her flight suit. "Perhaps I'm lucky to have a husband who is such a pervert. You can tolerate the sight." She wrinkled her nose. "And the smell."
"Your mild smell is another sign you're healthy," said Zach. "That's a good thing."
The Interplanetary Vehicle crept slowly into view, looking huge. At its center was a cylinder like a regular rocket. From there, four spokes radiated out to a wheel two hundred meters in diameter, or six hundred and fifty-six feet. This was the wheel they'd be living in for the next six months on their trip to Mars. It had a square cross-section ten feet or three meters on a side. The habitat was six hundred and twenty-eight meters in circumference, or over twenty-one hundred feet in circumference. This wheel spun, providing centripetal force to match Mars gravity, thirty-eight percent of Earth's.
Colleen played the Blue Danube Waltz by Strauss as she went in for final approach. Their excursion vehicle had to match the spin of the Interplanetary Vehicle. Over the course of a half hour, she approached from behind to dock. The ion drive was off so that they wouldn't be accidentally subjected to radiation from it.
Colleen and Colby did an initial check of the Interplanetary Vehicle's systems. Zach and most of the rest of the crew set up the bubble in the central core. This cylindrical central section of the ship was weightless. Each of the four radial arms led out into the habitat ring at four evenly spaced locations. From the weightless core of the ship, they traveled on ladders "down" to the habitat ring.
Charisse and Aanya focused on unloading the seedlings. They found that all the hydroponics bays were packed and overgrown with fresh food. This was a legacy of previous missions, and a happy thing. Many of the seedlings had to be set off to the side. There was no immediate room to plant them.
The bubble was an invention of Zach's to protect the fetuses. Most were too young to risk the harm that might be caused by radiation during the trip to Mars. Once a fetus passed eighteen weeks of gestation, it was relatively safe. Before that age, both mom and fetus would stay in the bubble.
The crew set up the bubble in the weightless central area of the ship. They pumped water they had along for the mission into the plastic structure. Berte had designed and fabricated it based on an idea of Zach's. It was a living space with outer walls filled with water to a meter of thickness, about thirty-nine inches. Water was a very effective radiation shield. This was all that was needed to keep the moms at radiation levels equivalent to Earth. For the most part, water was not used as a radiation shield out (or down?) at the habitat ring. This water, weightless at the center of the ship, would weigh tons at the rim of the ship. Water was far too heavy to provide shielding at the ring.
Once the bubble's outer walls were filled with water, the women who would be staying there climbed in. They were Ayana, Colleen, Alexis, Anming, Michaela, and Colette. Ayana was in for nine days, a short stay. Colette was in for twelve. Colleen's stay would be a month and eight days. Alexis would get out the day after Colleen. Anming would be in for a month and a half. Michaela, guaranteed the longest resident, might already be pregnant or not. She would have to live in the bubble for eighteen weeks after she conceived, whenever that was. Her fetus would be undetectable just after conception. To minimize risk, she should stay in the bubble the whole time.
Since many stays were so short, many of the effects of zero-gee were not a concern. Michaela would have to have a regular exercise regimen. Once the bubble had cleared out some, there would be room.
Gravity and recycling were only a hundred meters away in the habitat ring. Thus, most of the worst logistical pains of zero-gee would be alleviated. Meals would be cooked and brought to the women in resealable bags. Waste would be carried away and recycled for them. Their clothes would be laundered for them. They would still have to use wet wipes to bathe.
The bubble was partway set up. The mining mission crew was docked and getting situated in their quarters. After they moved in, they pitched in to help set up the bubble. They started by cooking dinner for both crews and distributing it.
Colleen had assigned both crews quarters to begin with. She had put Zach with Colby. Colleen herself was sharing her quarters with Anming. Berte and Aanya were sharing. That was Trigonometry. For the Breeding Bitches, Alexis was sharing with Colette and Charisse with Michaela. Ayana and Khushi had quarters together. Of the mining team, Mateo was sharing with Jason and Aiden with Ethan.
Many women were living in the bubble to begin with. It was a lot emptier than it would usually be in the habitat ring. Colby and Zach were both in their cabin. Charisse was alone. Berte and Aanya still shared their cabin. Khushi was alone in the cabin she would share with Ayana. The mining crew was still packed into their two cabins. For the next nine days at least, five men and five women would live in the habitat ring.
Perhaps the outer walls of the bubble should have been made opaque for privacy, but they were all transparent. The thick wall of water distorted the view. It might turn a naked woman into an abstract painting when viewed from the outside. Just as often, the woman would be clearly visible. Just as well, the women wanted to stay dressed during their stay. But it complicated changing clothes and performing the bodily functions, especially sex. To facilitate this somewhat, the women decided to turn off the lights in the core during their nighttime. They chose to align with the day duty shift.
By midnight, the bubble was set up well enough for the time being and the lights were shut off. Zach climbed down to the habitat ring to finally put away his personal stuff and to check on Colby.
It was now pitch dark in the core, with only a few diffracted reading lights on in the bubble. Zach used his phone flashlight to squeeze around to Radial Arm A1 and climb down to the rim. He cycled the hatches of the bay in the antispinward direction. There was Exercise B, which would no doubt be a familiar haunt. It looked a little more used than on the dry run vehicle. A little more loved.
Zach passed by Head B2 into Recreation B. There, he was mildly surprised to find Colby and Jason alone together. They were involved in a deep discussion, speaking softly, their heads close together.
"Baby!" Colby noticed him immediately and leapt to her feet, almost grazing the ceiling. That Mars gravity was back. Jason looked a little uncomfortable, but smiled at Colby's infectious enthusiasm. She almost bounced off Zach, but was quick to grasp him with both arms and legs in a desperate hug.
It was fairly obvious to Zach that the two had been engaged in a conversation about possibly having sex. He didn't want to make this uncomfortable for either of them. It seemed his ill-timed appearance had already done damage. He shouldn't ignore Jason. He shouldn't offer Colby to Jason, either. Addressing Jason, Colby still clutching him with both arms and legs, Zach said, "How are you two settling in?"
"Wonderful," reported Jason. "Spectacular. I feel light-headed," he offered, referring both to Colby and the lighter gravity. He had a big smile, being friendly. He wandered over and shook hands.
"She has that effect on people," said Zach. Colby slid down him, stood on her feet, and smiled at both men. "Everyone deserves to know and love Colby." He figured this was enough encouragement for both of them without being embarrassingly overt.
Jason looked relieved, relaxed. That was good. "Well, goodnight," he said to both of them, and walked away spinward.
"You came," Colby said, dragging him gently with both hands towards their quarters.
"I did," said Zach.
"Are you all depleted?" asked Colby.
"I'm not at all depleted," said Zach.
She had already set up their room beautifully. "Welcome home, baby," said Colby, shutting the door behind them.
Zach woke up hours later. Colby had been a little wildcat, crying out orgasms constantly. They'd done it over and over again. The combination of the launch and her conversation with Jason had wound her up tighter than he'd perhaps ever seen before. Now she was snoring gently, in deep sleep. He'd fucked the hell out of her. Even he was a little sore. But he was hale enough to have a raging erection again.
Zach didn't want to wake Colby up with it. He'd probably crippled her as it was. He thought of the women along the rim. Charisse undoubtedly had at least one man in her bed at the moment. Khushi wouldn't pass up this chance away from Ayana. Aanya and Berte? He checked his phone for the time. Rats. They were on duty.
Zach took a walk around the rim. He greeted Berte in Control A. The ion engine had resumed and they were going places with increasing speed. She was preoccupied, so he left her alone. Aanya was zipping around Hydroponics Bay B1 looking very industrious. She was also clearly not to be messed with.
Zach climbed up to the weightless core. There were probably six desperately horny women floating there in the darkness. The problem was not annoying all the others. The problem was zero-gee sex.
Zach pushed his way through the door held closed by water pressure. It reminded him of a giant vaginal opening. Zach worked his way by sense of touch to Michaela's sleeping bag. She roused as he touched her. She knew why he was there and unzipped. He nestled his head between her legs. She smelled desperate, fragrant. She patted his cheek, almost a slap. It was her way of indicating enough cunnilingus, or in this case, skip it altogether.
They were able to zip up the bag most of the way with both of them in it. Her tiny legs and feet fit snugly around his waist. Gratefully, he pushed into her. She was very wet and very ready, vibrating with just the feel of him. She orgasmed almost immediately, biting the hem of the sleeping sack with a little snarl to mostly keep quiet.
They started to move, at first gently. As Zach's force increased, the velcro holding the bag to the wall started to fail: rip, rip, rip. He held as still as possible and forced the tiny woman onto his penis with both arms. She orgasmed again with a shudder. This time, she couldn't help a soft moan.
They started to get some kind of resonance with the bubble wall where again the velcro started to give way. Zach was close, though, so with a final r-r-r-r-iip! He locked his hips into Michaela and splashed her well-stretched vagina with a good dollop of hot semen. Another soft moan from the Bulgarian. In the pitch dark, she could feel her strong and thoroughly stretched vaginal muscles clip him once per second, hard. Now softer. Now quieting as her long orgasm ended. That was Michaela. She liked a hot batch in her.
Their first bout of zero-gee sex had been reasonably successful. But now they were hanging off the wall of the bubble by only a thread of velcro. Zach gingerly unzipped the bag and climbed out. He pressed the bag's velcro back onto its mating velcro on the wall as best he could.
The conditions were crowded and difficult. He could already hear from the women's breathing that some were waiting for their visit. So, he decided to feel his way around in the pitch dark. He would at least provide a hug and a kiss to all concerned, or more if they wanted.
He felt a leg in a sleeping bag and it tensed. Even Ayana would not do that. Navigating gently, without touching, he knew by the sweet smell of her face it was Anming. "Am I disturbing your sleep?" he whispered.
"Never, my husband," Anming whispered in response.
"Why are you tense?" asked Zach.
"It's my turn to... hmm... serve," she whimpered very softly. "My crewmates will hear."
Zach never knew if he was torturing the poor woman. It seemed the more embarrassed and humiliated Anming was, the harder she'd orgasm. Yet, it seemed to Zach to be real humiliation and embarrassment, cruel perhaps.
"I'll save you to last," Zach said.
"No, no..." Anming whispered quickly. "No." Her bag unzipped.
Anming was nice and fragrant. By the smell of her hands gripping Zach's head tightly, she'd been playing with herself, too. She tasted wonderful. She jerked with excitement until her hips gave in and rocked rhythmically in orgasm. "Please enjoy yourself," she breathed almost inaudibly, "please enjoy yourself." This was Anming's current method of telling him to cut out the vulva licking and get to the vagina stretching.
She was delicately built, but taller than Michaela. Her legs didn't really fit around him with the bag zipped up. He got into her with the bag zipped up partway, one of her legs dangling out. They had to use all four arms and one of Anming's legs to keep them reasonably together.
It was quite a sedate bit of lovemaking for Zach. He didn't want to rip her bag off the wall. Even so, she was squeezing him to herself and orgasming hard in rolling choked-off whimpers.
Zach couldn't hold back. Rip. Rip. Rip. R-r-r-r-iip! The lack of purchase was maddening, but the semen was delivered. Anming seemed profoundly moved. It was more of a mental game for women. This was a special event. He was moved that she was moved. It was so frustrating for him to not have a surface to really push against.
They ended up mostly out of the bag, swinging through space. Except for Anming's heel having a death grip on his buttock, they would be spraying semen all over the inside of the bubble. Zach was an idiot who hadn't thought of towels. Anming produced one she had used earlier to wash her hair. They got it sopping up between her legs. They zipped her back into her bag. He fastened her bag more-or-less securely back to the velcro on the wall.
He went back to feeling around. "Hi, Zach," Ayana whispered. "I'm afraid you're going to strike out with me." Coming up to face her, he could smell her wetness. "Keep going through those hens," she encouraged. As he passed her, he heard very faintly a vibrator start buzzing again and then muffle.
She was entertained by this. That was hot. He was still all confused by his crush for her. He'd actually knocked her up, which had been insane. That's how he knew her scent, was from those times. Now she was getting off on the other women's noises and so forth as he took them. In a way, he was making love to her again by proxy, it felt like. At any rate, it felt like a nasty little secret between them, for the bubble only.
Colleen was unzipped and waiting for him. As he went to hug her, she whirled him around. She had his penis in her mouth and his face right at her crotch. He dove in. That's right, he thought. She had probably done zero-gee sex more than a few times before. She had it all worked out as she put him through his paces. She had this strap thing he could hold her hips in. He could use all the power of his arms and hips to push into her. But he still had nothing to push against. As he moved desperately in her, she tightened an elastic strap around them both. It required more and more strength for him to pull out of her. The same force made his thrusts into her more and more forceful and satisfying.
At the end, he couldn't fully suppress a moan, it was just so good. He was buried in her good and tight and letting it out. What a release after all that frustration! There were shushes and giggles from the other women. It was so good, so good.
Zach woke up an hour later. Colleen had attached him to the wall of the bubble with a strap around one ankle. He had lost all his clothes. It was still pitch dark. There was movement nearby him. It was Colleen, and the other one brushed away his hand, Ayana. They were eating each other out. At the moment they seemed near the peak of excitement, based on his hand on Colleen's buttock. He left them to it.
Continuing to feel around, he found Alexis cuddled close to Colette. They had been playing with each other, too, but were pretty sleepy at the moment. "Clean all that pussy juice off him," Alexis whispered to Colette. "Balls, asshole, everything. Any dried cum, leakage, whatever. Clean."
Colette went to work very effectively. Her touch was magical. Soon, Zach was shuddering and could barely hold back. "May I?" he squeaked to Alexis.
"Sure," muttered Alexis, half asleep.
Zach grabbed Colette's head desperately. Her throat opened for him expertly as he pistoned his penis into its tightness with lustful mania. It had been some time since he'd felt this magical throat. His toes curled as he unloaded what semen an hour's rest had afforded him. It went straight into her stomach. After a minute, he realized she was suffocating and released her. It was scary how she didn't struggle even as he was literally killing her.
He floated, empty, for a while in the bubble. He heard the muffled sounds of excitement and crisis fly back and forth between Ayana and Colleen nearby. He jerked awake as Alexis grabbed one of his wrists and gave it to Colette. "Get him ready," she whispered. A moment later, his limp penis was being expertly savored in Colette's mouth.
Alexis sensed when Zach was ready enough. She popped him out of Colette's mouth, and with a little fussing, zipped herself into her bag with him. She slipped him in and grabbed him tightly with her legs. As he began to move in her, she whispered to Colette, "Hold us." Colette reached into the bag and held them together, one arm across Zach's ass. "This is called the Three Dolphin Club," snickered Alexis. "It's a real zero-gee thing."
In the pitch dark, Zach relished being able to push against Colette's firm grip as he fucked Alexis hard. Alexis was hissing softly at regular intervals, orgasming. He quickened and shortened his strokes.
Just as Zach locked his hips, Colette thrust a slick finger into his anus and pressed hard. He couldn't suppress a moan as he unloaded explosively into Alexis's tight pussy. There were giggles, chuckles, and shushing from the other women.
(To be continued)
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71: Solis, Makara 15, 231 2130 hours OST: 'Tis Breakfast Pirate Season
Zach woke up in the darkness and weightlessness of the bubble. It was relaxing to sleep here! He remembered being zipped, half asleep, into Colette's sleeping bag. She was probably cuddled up with Alexis. He unzipped and felt around to orient himself. He found Colette and Alexis first and whispered to Colette, "You can have your sleeping bag back." He felt around more and found an empty sleeping bag. He knew he hadn't backtracked, so he suspected this was Ayana's bag. She was probably snuggled up with Colleen, if last night was any indication. He wandered toward the probable location of Colleen's bag. That was the last known location of his clothes and his phone. He found a bag full of women and got his hand gently smacked. It must be Ayana. He hunted around that area gingerly for his clothes for half an hour, but couldn't find them.
Naked and without a phone, Zach extruded himself out the opening of the bubble. He knew the approximate location of radial arm A1 from the mouth of the bubble. He crawled over there. He found it. There were some small indicator lights glowing on the bay door 100 meters down the radial arm.
Zach climbed down the ladder to Radial Arm Bay A1. He went through the antispinward door into Exercise B. From there, he stopped to shower in Head B2. Now sporting a towel around his middle, he walked across Recreation B to his quarters. Colby was still snoring gently and peacefully in their bed. Her phone said it was 4 AM. They were supposed to be on Martian time, but they could figure that out in the morning. Exhausted and depleted, he joined his chocolate wife in bed. She was his heart, his life. He fell into a deep sleep.
Hours later, Colby gently shook him awake. "Oh baby, it looks like I just about killed you last night."
"No, you were wonderful," Zach declared groggily.
"I feel really guilty now," said Colby. "All those poor women in the bubble got nothing because I hoarded you last night. I just couldn't stop myself. But ooh, I'm paying for it. I can barely stand up! I hope they haven't all killed each other."
"You know, after you fell asleep, I did make it back there, or up there?" said Zach. "But I got lost. It was pitch dark. I lost my phone and my clothes."
"You lost your clothes?" said Colby. "Just what did you get up to, you nasty, nasty bad boy?"
"I fell asleep," said Zach. "When I woke up, my clothes were gone. I was strapped by my ankle to the wall of the bubble. I think it was Colleen."
Colby grinned, "Did she use you for her pleasure?"
It seemed like a good-natured question from Colby. For gosh sakes, they'd shared Zach in the same room before. They were dedicated to sharing him as wives. Maybe he shouldn't be so concerned when Colby asked about other women. Maybe it was healthy. Certainly the situation and his still-fuzzy brain, suggested honesty. "Thoroughly," he said. "Clearly she had encountered zero-gee situations like this before. She had... equipment."
"Sounds ominous," Colby grinned.
"You know, I never know whether to mention my experiences or not," said Zach. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt us. I know it's a sensitive topic for you."
"It's simple, baby," Colby replied. "If I ask, I want to know, or I think I want to know. That's a Pandora's Box I open and I am responsible for. Otherwise, I basically know what you get up to for the good of the crew. You know and you can trust that I approve of what you do. Generally, I'd rather be spared the details. But if something really important happens, baby, important to you, I want to hear you. I want to help you work through it if it needs working through. That whole thing about whipping Colette, for example. You shouldn't have faced such a difficult situation without my help."
"Be careful, because I should never lie to you, tell you an untruth," said Zach. "I'll answer your exact question to the best of my ability. I will lie to you by omission, I suppose. I won't offer more than I have to unless you ask for more."
"That's perfect, baby," replied Colby. "Now, do you love me the best?" She had a devilish grin.
The question put Zach in a serious mood. He had thought about this carefully. "Here's what I'm going to tell my children. I love all their mothers all equally and passionately, and I will until the day I die. All the moms, including you, are going to have to settle for that answer too. And it's the truth, as far as abstract things like love and truth can ever be described."
"Good answer," Colby said. "Let me rephrase the question. Who do you bring the right amount of chocolate to every single day?"
"Only you, my darling! Only you," answered Zach. "Ohmygosh! I lost my only chocolate bar! I had it in my pocket. It'll probably be days before we dig out the box we brought."
Colby's eyes widened in mock horror. "We need to get up there right away and get back my chocolate!" Zach threw on his scrubs. Colby said, "Skirts are impractical for zero-gee." She put on some tan yoga pants, a purple pullover, and flats.
They left their quarters. Zach had crippled her a bit. Colby walked gingerly and looked goofy, like she was riding a steer. He scooped her up, threw her over his shoulder, and ran, both of them laughing, to the radial arm bay. Once they were through the hatches, he ushered her up the ladder and followed her.
The lights were on in the core. Zach's clothes were floating around outside the bubble, scattered. He checked the pockets. He retrieved his phone, but the chocolate bar was gone.
There was a meter of water damping any sound between the inside of the bubble and the outside. People inside the bubble couldn't hear outside and vice versa. Zach pushed through the bubble entrance until his head was inside. "Did anybody see a chocolate bar?" he asked.
"We ate it," answered Colleen with a smile.
"We want breakfast!" said Alexis. "Please."
"I needed that bar for Colby," said Zach.
"I know," said Colleen, smiling, "But I know something you don't."
"You know where the box of chocolate bars is," said Zach.
"Bingo!" said Colleen, "And I might be tempted to tell you, for some breakfast."
"This is..." said Zach, "you're holding those chocolate bars hostage! You're breakfast pirates!"
"And a bath! We want a bath!" said Alexis.
"You got semen all over everywhere, Zach," said Ayana, looking around with distaste.
Zach pulled himself back out of the bubble. Colby asked what happened to the chocolate. He filled her in on the situation. She seconded the notion that the bubble women were indeed breakfast pirates. They set off for Galley A.
Colby and Zach cooked breakfast for eight. That covered the six in the bubble and the two of them. They took their breakfasts into the bubble to chat with the others.
As soon as Colby's head popped through the entrance, she said, "Wow... it smells like a used condom in here."
"Exactly!" said Colleen. "We need to figure something out. Well, more than one thing."
"Berte's the designer, but she's piloting the ship," said Zach.
"I'll switch places with her," said Colby.
"Better yet," said Colleen. "Find Mateo. Have him pilot the ship and you two come back with Berte."
After breakfast, Colby and Zach went down to Radial Arm Bay A2. They went out the spinward hatch and walked spinward to Cabin A3, Mateo and Jason's cabin. Nobody was there. They walked farther spinward looking for Mateo.
They found Aiden and Jason sitting and playing cards in Hydroponics Bay B2. It was an odd place to play cards, since there wasn't particularly anyplace to sit or play. Aiden was perched on a planter's stool. Jason was sitting on a wide board between two buckets. They were playing cards on the part of the board Jason was not sitting on.
"Do you know where Mateo is?" asked Zach.
"He'll be here any minute, I mean really," said Aiden, looking at the time on his phone.
"Okay," said Zach, looking at Colby. She looked back at him and shrugged.
Colby said to the guys, "We need him to run the ship."
Jason looked up at them and then stood up. "Is it urgent?"
Colby waved him down. "No, no, we can wait a few minutes. What, is he taking a shower?"
"Ahh... no," said Jason, sitting back down.
Sure enough, a few minutes later Mateo approached them from spinward. "Oh, God, guys, she still wants to keep-" He saw Zach and Colby. "Going. Oh, hi."
"You," said Jason to Aiden.
"About time," said Aiden, slapped his cards down, and brushed past Mateo heading spinward.
Charisse's place was adjacent, fifty feet spinward, Zach thought. That had to be it. Three of them! And they looked tired. "How long have you guys been...?" he asked.
"Hours," Mateo said to Zach, sitting down heavily. Colby looked around uncomfortably, getting the gist.
"I hate to pull you away from your recreation time," Colby said. "Colleen requests you pilot the ship while Berte looks into a few problems with the bubble."
"Nothing serious, I hope," said Mateo.
"No, just some minor adjustments." With that, the three went to relieve Berte. This accomplished, Zach, Colby and Berte climbed up to the core to discuss the bubble with its occupants.
Once the three had squeezed their way into the bubble, Berte said, "Here's what I propose. We take all your stuff back out of here. Then we throw three hundred liters of water in here with you along with some mild detergent. Then you can clean the inner walls of the bubble to your hearts' content. You can also have a good bath yourselves. You need it."
"Thanks to Zach," muttered Ayana.
"That's surprising," said Berte. "I thought you only nailed him to get pregnant. Now I'm confused."
"Darling sweet," said Ayana. "It doesn't mean because I partook. Merely the proximity was enough, in zero-gee, to pollute everything. Not his fault. We didn't think it through."
"I should have foreseen it," said Colleen.
"Berte, honey doll," said Ayana, "I willingly concede that Zach is a total sweetheart. I consider him a good friend, but I'm not sexually attracted. I know that disappoints you. It shouldn't. We can maybe be closer friends because of it. When sexual attraction is removed, friendships are that much better, I think. Frankly, I don’t see how Khushi remains sane, being attracted to both genders."
"Really? Well, okay. I'm happy for you and Khushi. And us," said Berte. Without missing a beat she continued. "We'll take out the dirty water and put in another three hundred liters to rinse everything off with. Then we'll take out the rinse water. We'll turn down the humidity and turn up the heat on the air recycler we're using. The place will be dry half an hour after that."
Six hundred liters of water sounded like a lot. But the astronauts knew that even a quick shower used sixty-five liters of water. So, six hundred liters was not a problem from a recycling standpoint. In Mars gravity, a fifty liter canister of water weighed forty pounds at the rim of the habitat. It would not be a problem to carry a dozen such canisters back and forth.
"You mean, we'll be naked?" asked Anming, glancing at Ayana and then away.
"Yes," said Berte.
"You display your body proudly, remember?" said Zach.
"Yes, my husband," Anming replied resignedly.
"What about the other problem?" Alexis asked Berte. "Zach said you had ideas."
Berte began, "Yes, I-"
"My husband," said Anming, "Surely you have something better to do while we discuss... hmm... logistical matters."
"Yes, fuck off, get lost," Michaela seconded, waving her arms at him. "Should be surprise." Zach and Colby left to do their morning workout before they were due on duty at 10 AM.
At 2 PM there was an all-crew meeting in the bubble. Only Colby was not in attendance, since she was piloting the ship. She had an audiovisual connection into the meeting though, phone to phone with Zach. Colleen called the crowded but clean and fresh-smelling bubble of people to order. "Okay, first the time change. As you all know, ground control has been operating on Darian time since before the countdown. This was so that we don't have to switch official timekeeping methods during the mission. So officially, we're already on Darian time."
Colleen continued, "In Darian, it's Lunae, the equivalent of Monday morning. It’s the 16th day of the month of Makara at almost 0730 OST, or Olympus Standard Time. It's Winter on Earth, but on Mars, it's the middle of Spring. By the time we arrive, it'll be the middle of Summer. If we're lucky, the temperature when and where we land could be as high as a balmy 70 Fahrenheit or 20 Celsius. A perfect summer day, not too hot."
Colleen said, "We all can switch our phone clocks to Darian time. Let's do that now. Okay. The way I propose we deal with the six and a half hours of difference in the time zones is this. Each of the next three watches are ten hours instead of eight hours. And you, Zach and Colby, will take the extra half hour. So, Colby and Zach will be on duty until 1400 OST today. Khushi and Charisse will serve from 1400 OST until midnight. Berte and Aanya will serve from midnight to 1000 OST tomorrow. Watches will begin at the usual times thereafter. Any objections?" There were none.
Colleen continued, "We need to figure out holidays better eventually, but we don't want to miss Christmas, do we? No we don't. So we'll celebrate Christmas Eve on Makara the 26th and Christmas Day on Makara the 27th this year. That’s synced up with Earth. We'll have to start thinking about double holidays or something. Every Martian year is about two Earth years long. Should we therefore have two Christmases? Invent new holidays? We'll have to think about it."
Colleen continued, "Oh, and mining crew, plug your ears. Just kidding. Another insemination week starts for Michaela today. Let's all give the hard working couple the... space... and... the encouragement I guess... to do what wants to be done."
Mateo raised his hand. "I can speak for my crew in saying we are not scandalized, and good luck to Michaela this week. And I have another matter I'd like to discuss."
"Go ahead," said Colleen.
Mateo continued, "I'd like to request that Jason and I shift to the night watch. I further request Ethan and Aiden shift to the graveyard watch. The bubble is on the day watch with Colby and Zach. This spreads us out more on the shifts. I think it gives us better coverage for helping with this and that."
"This and that, eh?" said Colleen. "Okay." Zach believed she had picked up on what he had. Colby was the only free range woman on the day watch, and she was being monogamous to Zach. The mining crew was splitting up the other four free range women, or chances at them, at least. "And speaking of insemination, take it away Berte."
"Fucking in the bubble is messy," said Berte. "Also, Zach, or whoever, can't get much leverage in the weightlessness, leading to less satisfying fucks for both participants. To alleviate these problems, I've designed the fuckspace. As you can see, it's filled with water and permanently attached to the wall. The two lovers squeeze into it from the top and put these straps over the opening to keep them in. There are slots on both sides for the woman's legs that should accommodate a wide variety of positions. There's a hard surface on the bottom for Zach, or whoever, to push against. The water pressure in the fuckspace pushes the two lovers together gently but with a force equivalent to Earth gravity." She pulled down her pants. "Zach, get undressed and help me with a demonstration-"
"No, no, no need, Berte," Colleen interrupted. "We'll try it out later and let you know if it needs any adjustments. Thanks for your dedication to workability."
Mateo raised his hand sheepishly. "It looks a little complicated. We might need a demonstration. Yes. I think it would really be good to have one."
Colleen looked at Mateo with exasperation. "Meeting adjourned."
That night, in the pitch dark, Zach used the fuckspace for the first time. First, he felt his way over to it so he could be sure to find it. A woman was enveloped in it, snoring softly. It was Michaela.
The combination of Michaela's nice, tight, yearning, expert snatch and the fuckspace was something else. Her legs were spread wide. She was taking him all the way right from the start. He rammed her hard with intense satisfaction. It was better than just Earth gravity. It was like plowing into a woman curled up on a couch. There was all this leverage and nowhere for her to go but just take it.
And take it Michaela did, with increasing noise, despite the slight muffling effects of the fuckspace on her. Zach also finished with a loud moan. He felt like everything had been shaken out of him and into Michaela. At first there were titters as Michaela had begun to moan and carry on. By the end, women were climbing over to feel what was going on. He never thought he would ever experience force and traction like this ever again. He wasn't sure he ever had before. The contraption was genius.
Colette climbed in next. Zach was a bit more depleted than usual by his extraordinary release with Michaela. Colette coaxed him expertly. Soon she was asking Alexis to orgasm almost constantly. Sometimes Alexis said no, and Colette's body violently strained against the pleasure. One time, Colette gave in under the strain. Her scream was piercing and deafening. Zach had never experienced a woman so unhinged in orgasm. Afterwards, Alexis assured Colette would be punished severely for her unauthorized climax.
By the time Zach made it out of the bubble, he had been absolutely crushed. He had experienced some of the best orgasms of his life.
Communal washing and bathing became a daily ritual in the bubble. After breakfast, it was time to clean all belongings out of the bubble temporarily, splash around together, and get clean. Colby put in the water and took it out. Zach carried water up from and back down to the rim two 50 liter containers at a time.
Ayana seemed perpetually horny in the bubble. Her favorite time was when they all had to get naked and splash around at washing time. Alexis and Michaela, deprived of men, were easy and biddable targets for her lust. Colleen was surprisingly interested. Colette was aroused by anyone who could use her, and Ayana could do that. Ayana loved it when Alexis ordered Colette to service her.
Anming was separate from this sapphic mayhem. Yet Ayana was well aware Anming had taken a lesbian lover back on Earth. She tried her best to woo Anming. She teased her and tried to tempt her. She knew Anming was into embarrassment and humiliation, so she tried that angle as well. She ogled her as they undressed to bathe. She openly and verbally admired Anming’s physical attributes. During the scrum of daily bathing, she once, laughing, let go a little tinkle on Anming’s breasts. Outwardly, Anming’s reaction was negative. It was inconspicuous and easily explained away as an accident. That night, Anming confessed the matter in a whisper to Zach. Clearly it had affected her in some inscrutable way.
Khushi wasn’t holding back either. During the nine days Ayana was confined to the bubble, Khushi seemed to Zach to be gluttonous with the men. She and Zach usually saw each other during his duty cycle. During this time Colby was busy piloting the ship and would be none the wiser. Sometimes they saw each other twice or even three times in a day.
From the abused look of her holes, Zach suspected Khushi was welcoming more than him between her legs. He was often restless during his sleep cycle, traveling between Colby and the women of the bubble. During this time, Khushi believed him asleep. He discovered that she often had movie dates during this time with the men of the mining crew. It got so that he would tiptoe over to Recreation A to see if she had anything going on. Recreation A was next to her cabin but on the opposite side of the rim from his. Berte and Aanya, who were on duty at this time, were always busy and away from there. Any other members of the mining crew were invariably in or near Charisse's cabin.
The movie nights always started innocently enough, if he caught the beginning. But if he returned about a half hour in, the couple was invariably and obliviously petting. Mateo and Jason inevitably had their heads under her dress. Her hands were trying to hide the bump, or often just holding on for dear life. Ethan and Aiden were definitely more of the tit sucking and finger fucking persuasion. To their credit, it appeared the mining crew all had a fairly strict "Khushi comes first" ethic.
One afternoon, Zach was having a snack in Galley B, not his usual haunt. Charisse wandered in wearing only panties, looking for breakfast. "Good morning," said Zach. "You're looking wonderful." She had a nice baby bump. In his opinion, it made her even more beautiful.
"Where have you been?" Charisse asked.
"I've been around," said Zach.
"Don't be coy," Charisse said.
"I thought you wanted me to leave you alone," said Zach.
"Not at all!" argued Charisse. "Didn't I tell you last time we talked that I'd be available any time you needed me?"
"I don't need you," Zach lied. "Or at least, I don't need you unless you want me to need you. Do you want me to need you? I got the impression you didn't. I love you. I want you to have the life you want. I want you to hang out with the people you want to hang out with. If that's not me, I should live with it."
"You visited the greenhouse three, four, five times a week and never said hello to me," Charisse fumed.
"You're angry about that?" said Zach. "It seemed awkward for me to drop by afterward, covered in mud, and ask. 'Did you enjoy the show? Were you able to bust a nut?' Especially since you'd made it clear you wanted to be left alone."
"On the contrary, it should have been a big clue, you numbskull!" said Charisse. "Do I have to lead you all the way to my cooch with a trail of bread crumbs?" She stuffed her half-eaten slice of buttered toast into his mouth.
Zach grabbed her, grabbed her tits, pushed out and held her down on the galley table. Her belly roiled under his hand. Charisse sneered, "Little bastard loves it when mommy gets nailed."
She didn't fight as he slid her panties off and spread her. Her vaginal opening looked red and angry, like it had just won a twelve round prize fight. She had been hammering that mining crew to within an inch of their lives.
He felt guilty. He had a tube of medicine for that. It wouldn't deaden the pain, but it would help the abrasion and swelling. Gingerly, lovingly, he applied it with a finger. "What's this about?"
"They're nice enough men," Charisse said softly, defensively. Her anger was gone.
"I know they are," said Zach. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing," Charisse insisted. "Thanks for the cream."
"My pleasure," said Zach. He put the tube back in his pocket. He bent over to retrieve her panties from the floor.
"You goddamn motherfucker!" Charisse cried. She lifted him off the ground. In the Mars gravity, he was maybe 80 pounds, and she was strong. She slammed him down on the galley table, nearly breaking it. She yanked down his scrub pants. He was naked underneath. Down her throat it went, obviating all conversation or reason.
Zach was summoned out of a deep sleep by his special ringtone for Colby. "We've been off duty for half an hour, lover. Where are you? Those bitches down in the bubble don't know either. Colleen hasn't debriefed you. She's concerned about the problems with the third stage of Waste Recycler B."
"I'm sorry, I fell asleep," Zach said, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Charisse writhed around him like a warm python in the dark of her cabin. "Uh, in a random stateroom."
Colby, concerned, "Have you been getting enough sleep?" Then the dots connected for her. Curtly, she added, "Go talk to Colleen and then meet me in Galley B to fix dinner for the bitches."
"Will do," said Zach. Oh fuck, Charisse was sucking his cock again. To Colby, "Sorry, love."
"It's cool," Colby sighed, when obviously it wasn't entirely. It broke Zach's heart. She said, "You gave me my square of chocolate at lunch today." She hung up.
"Echh Aaa Oo Paggh," Charisse gargled around his cock.
"What?" asked Zach.
Charisse disgorged him. "She's sure got you trained," said Charisse. "I'd envy her if it wasn't so cruel."
"She wants me to need her," said Zach.
"She'll never be satisfied with you," said Charisse.
"I know," Zach agreed painfully.
Zach called Colleen to let her know he'd fixed Waste Recycler B. When he got to Galley B and saw Colby, he whirled her around and hugged her to himself fiercely. He didn't ever want to let go. He reminded himself of his big sister Emily.
Colby said through the crush, "Baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to sound upset. I know you're up at night, you work hard. You're probably tired all the time."
"Shh," said Zach. "I love you so desperately. I love you so much."
Colby wrapped her legs around him. "I've got it for you here," she soothed, misunderstanding his thoughts. "I've got it for you right here."
The next morning, Zach woke up with a positive ache for Berte. With all the pandemonium around the launch and the bubble, it had been building up unchecked. He texted her, "Any room in your bed this evening?"
Berte texted back quickly, "Sorry, nope :-)"
"Perfectly fine," Zach texted back as quickly as he could.
Zach levered himself slowly out of bed. What was he thinking? He'd had Charisse to exhaustion yesterday. Colby went out of her way to be a mink with him last night. And he'd had Alexis and Michaela after she'd fallen asleep. Still, he had an itch.
He called Aanya. "How's my favorite love bird?"
"Trying to save as many seedlings as possible," Aanya puffed. "Let me put this down."
"I respect your work, you know that," said Zach. "Can I waylay you?"
"You're stronger than me," said Aanya. "It's not like I could stop you."
"Is that so?" said Zach.
"I've been cheating on you since the launch with Ethan," Aanya taunted. "He's so sweet and romantic to me. He sleeps with me every night. It reminds me of Aarav at the beginning."
"Aw, that's great," said Zach.
"You shouldn't say that. I'm your wife," said Aanya.
"I'm sure he knows that," said Zach.
"But he hasn’t figured out yet about... what else I need," Aanya said. "I've been such an evil slut to you, Zach."
Zach found Aanya in Hydroponics Bay A5. He'd brought some toys from his cabin. He threw her to the deck and held her there with his foot in the light Martian gravity. He ball gagged her before she could emit more than a few surprised squeaks. He knew from his time with Colette that Storage A5, directly spinward through Air Conditioning A, was fairly private. The sounds of the air plant masked a fair amount of noise.
It was time to see what Aanya would think of the full Colette treatment. He trussed her hands and threw her onto an empty shelf at the right height. As she struggled, he tied her legs far apart to the opposite risers. She was more limber than he expected.
He teased her through her panties with a handheld vibrator. As she looked desperate, shaking, almost about to orgasm, he whipped her across the midriff with a soft leather whip. It was through her dress as well, but it stunned and woke her up. "Don't orgasm yet," he ordered her, still pressing the vibrator to her creamed-through panties. "You're not allowed to orgasm yet." That got a whimper out of her. She started shaking and he whipped her again.
Zach stopped teasing Aanya to cut off her cream-coated panties. Then he inserted the buzzing vibrator and whipped her again so she wouldn't cum instantly. He knew her body. Her writhing, sounds, and drooling became more intense. He had to whip her faster and harder to keep her from orgasming. "Now you may orgasm," he ordered, and removed the vibrator. She shook like an epileptic fit. Her eyes rolled back. She squirted a little fountain and kept shaking as it puddled on the deck.
The shaking stopped. Aanya looked disoriented. Bending over her with an intense passionate eye-to-eye gaze, he said, "I’m not a bad man. I'm even going to leave your cunt fresh for your new boyfriend." Zach rocked his lubed cock roughly into her anus, straightening the curves of her rectum abruptly.
"RR-pp!" Aanya choked through the ball gag as Zach took her ass furiously. This roughness was driving her wild, but it wasn't his favorite. He enjoyed how much it excited her. He stopped to feel her anus clip him as she writhed with an orgasm. Starting in her again, she got tighter, and tighter, and tighter, and tighter. She let go, writhed, and screamed as best she could through the gag.
Zach entered his short strokes. He held Aanya immobile so he wouldn't pop out at the last moment. He arched with all his strength. Heat filled her rectum.
Abruptly, he cut her hands free, removed the ball gag, and left, leaving her tied spread to the shelf. As he was leaving, he heard someone else coming down the corridor. He ducked behind a shelf to see what would happen.
Mateo almost missed seeing her. He passed her location, then abruptly stopped and backpedaled. Another pause as they regarded each other. "Sexual mishap?" Mateo offered.
"I'm fine, heh heh," said Aanya, trying desperately to reach either ankle to untie it. "Consensual, I assure you."
"Well, not a gentleman," said Mateo.
"How do you know?" said Aanya.
"May I help?" asked Mateo.
"I see how you're looking at me," said Aanya. Zach could hear by the tremor in her voice that she was still near the height of excitement.
"Excuse me?" asked Mateo.
"I know what you want to do," said Aanya.
"Help you?" asked Mateo.
"Before untying me," said Aanya.
Mateo pulled down his pants. He forced her creamy slit open wide with his raging hard dick and pounded her. Aanya cried out and thrashed in orgasm as hard as Zach had ever seen, maybe harder. He didn't want to spoil the moment for either one of them by betraying his presence. He crept away silently, leaving them to be consumed by their mutual passion.
Around 4 PM, Zach was in the middle of resetting a sediment trap in Waste Recycling B. He got a text from Berte. "Sorry. He's asleep now. I can meet you if you want."
"Relax. It's your sleep cycle. A lot is riding on you. Stay with him." Curiosity killed the cat. "Do you mind if I ask who the lucky guy is?"
"No, I don't mind. You're my husband," Berte replied. "I would never want to hide anything from you. I remember what a problem it was with Anming. It worried us all." She didn't answer his implied question. She always answered quite literally. And wow, could she text quickly.
"Who's the lucky guy?" Zach asked.
"Aiden," Berte replied. "He was very enthusiastic. Colby told me in the ball pit he'd be good, and he was. Woof!"
"Excellent," said Zach. "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, I promise. Goodnight, my lovely husband," said Berte, and that was that.
It was Lunae the 23rd, or as they'd gone back to saying, Monday the 23rd. Ayana finished her stay in the bubble and rushed to sleep with Khushi. Luckily, Khushi had anticipated this. Their quarters smelled fresh and clean with all clean bedding when Ayana arrived. Zach's trysts with Khushi abruptly ended. He didn't even catch sight of her except between 6 PM and 2 AM when she had to pilot the ship. Ayana, when he saw her, looked radiant.
Thursday the 26th was Christmas Eve. There was a big party in the bubble around 2 pm, when everyone but Colby could attend. The party doubled as a getting out party for Colette.
Everyone was mildly stoned on marijuana wafers. People got tired of trying to dance in some reasonable way in the zero gravity. Everyone but Khushi was terrible at it. The subject invariably turned to the fuckspace. All the bubble women had tried it, being that Ayana was not technically a bubble woman anymore. Charisse, Khushi, Berte, and Aanya had not tried it. With Colby's permission, Zach offered that he and Colby had tried it late one night. To Zach's surprise, Jason And Mateo both said they had tried it. They were avid fans. Ethan and Aiden had not tried it.
"Berte, your invention is a treasure! You absolutely must feel it," said Colleen.
Berte grabbed Zach's hand and floated him over to the fuckspace.
"There is a privacy curtain now," said Anming with relief, and drew it shut behind them.
Alexis had taught Berte to be verbal. From behind the curtain, Berte said, "I'm ready for you. I'm ready, yes! Hmm, yes, then, lick it if you want to. Yes... yes... ah! Come on and make love to me! Yes, aah! Yes I like it when you suck it. I'm ready, love! YOU calm down. I'm ready for your sweet love, Zach. Oh, you're gonna make me cum! OoooooAH! Nnnn! C'mon!"
There was a sound like one person pulling another person across the bare surface of a waterbed. Berte said, "Wow, that's a tight fit. Yes I know my legs go there. Aah-hah-hah! In-yessss! Go go Gawd yes! Fuckin' pound me stud! Gawd yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-YEAAAH!!"
That was the first of many orgasms for Berte. There were lots more like that over the next ten minutes. She became incoherent. Zach was somewhat used to the enormous pleasure afforded by Berte's invention. Now he could last in it more than a few minutes. On the other hand, Berte was getting the top of her head blown off. She was singing musical notes heretofore unheard. At his culminating roar, she made a sound that most closely resembled an accordion being crushed by a truck. Then it got quieter, except for an occasional moan or swear word as they came down from their high. He loved his leverage, but even more, he loved an excited Berte, and she’d been hyperbolic.
When Zach pulled the curtain back, he faced a much more sober crowd, all focused on them. A sea of squirming women was punctuated by sweating men with evident hard-ons straining to get out.
"Yes, you," said Aanya to Ethan, dragging him forward. They pulled the curtain shut behind them. Lots of soft sighs from Aanya. Then an emphatic "OH-ohhhh..." as she orgasmed. Zach guessed oral. There were a few more of those. Zach was liking this Ethan guy. He was no speed runner. Then there was fussing. "I think this goes... here," said Aanya softly. Rhythmic sounds gave way to Aanya saying, "Huh... huh... huh... huh... yes pound me lover! Oh so deep! Oh how you delight me! Oh... Ethan... EEEEE-TINNNNN!!"
It went on and on, Aanya getting more emphatic as Ethan found his leverage. Zach considered how the intercourse between two particular lovers was so unique to that pair. Aanya was entirely different with him. His heart swelled with joy at hearing her unique delight with Ethan. Or, he thought, chuckling, EEEEE-TINNNNN!!
Colby saw Zach was deeply moved by something. She hoped it wasn't torment, hearing Aanya's pleasure with Ethan. She hugged him tightly, trying to remind him there would always be her.
Charisse and Aiden took a turn. They both looked blasted, changed, when they came out.
Khushi looked longingly at Jason until Ayana pushed her into his arms. Ayana looked restless as she heard Jason wring pleasure out of a moaning, mewing, orgasming Khushi with increasing vehemence. Zach felt Colby squirm with a particular desperation against him as she heard Jason's pleasure in Khushi.
It was late in the night before Christmas, after Zach had made love repeatedly to a desperately horny Colby. The couple was awakened when their cabin door cracked open, letting in a sliver of light. "It's your secret Santa," whispered Colette, "from Alexis." Colby turned their lamp on low as Colette closed the hatch. Colette's costume was red, furry, and revealing. It jingled as she moved. Gently, she slid into the couple's bed on the other side of Colby from Zach.
"What can we do for you?" asked Colby sleepily.
"Ma cherie," said Colette, stroking Colby's chocolaty rich cheek. "I'm merely here to provide a little Christmas spirit." She began gently massaging Colby. Colby, already relaxed and still a bit stoned on cannabis wafers, purred and accepted. Zach added massage oil from the drawer to Colby as Colette continued massaging her.
Soon Colette was up against Colby's front kissing her, and Zach was spooning Colby from behind. Zach kissed the back of Colby's neck and felt both women's breasts. His hands moved lower.
Colby stirred and said firmly, not upset, "Our bed is for us." Zach's hands stopped. She said to him, "It's okay, baby. Go if you want. Just not in our bed."
"It's Christmas Eve," said Zach, nuzzling Colby. "I'm staying."
Colette offered, "Perhaps a rain check then, mon cher?" Zach nodded. "And you, ma cherie, perhaps when the stallion is not in the paddock, the filly will be more playful?"
"Maybe another massage," said Colby, stretching luxuriously. "Definitely another massage."
"Until then," said Colette, and jingled as she rose and softly left their quarters for her next destination.
(To be continued)
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72: Wednesday, Aquarius 11, 231 0400 hours OST: Bubble Drain
It had been two weeks since the Christmas celebrations. Zach floated up into the core one night to find it transformed into a wonderland of evocative lighting. The bubble glowed softly from many points within. He saw that the lights inside resembled flowers. They glowed pastel colors that cycled.
As Zach pushed into the bubble, he saw the lighting's profound effect on the inside. He saw everything. The light was gentle, inspiring. It was barely enough to see by, like what he imagined fairy light would be. Colleen and Alexis were snoring softly together in Alexis's bag. It must be lonely for Alexis now that Colette was out. Michaela, who was usually waiting for him asleep in the fuckspace, was curled up in her bag. Anming was asleep in the fuckspace.
Zach floated silently over to Anming. She was sleeping peacefully. The fuckspace was transparent and filled with water. He had never simply observed a sleeping woman in it. Before this, it had always been dark in the core at night. His throat caught and he teared up. He hadn't seen Anming like this, really ever. She was a goddess of ancient Chinese legend. The goddess of space-time, fields, and quanta, all. One hand floated above her head. The other rested on her exquisite tummy. She was here waiting for him. By the enigmatic smile on her face, she was perhaps dreaming of him. Her black tribble punctuation of a bush was clearly visible. Her delicate vulva was hidden by her neutral leg position. She was a mysterious invitation.
Zach gently kissed Anming's face. Slowly, she roused, sighed, and stretched. She arched her back, toes pointed. As he gently drew her out of the fuckspace, he kissed her reverently: neck, breasts, tummy, and thighs. They floated together in the open space of the bubble.
Zach turned her around and nuzzled between her thighs, gently suckling. Her scent had exotic sharp overtones with a baseline of electric desire. He tasted here especially the brilliant thoughts that electrified every pore of her body. More, more, more, but gently, on her clitoris, so electric. She shuddered, still half asleep, her body filling and arching with excitement as they floated. One tiny hand gripped onto his tumescent cock for stability as they floated and slowly spun.
Anming puffed, breathed, and arched. She hissed and gritted her teeth as she climaxed, determined not to wake her crewmates. After that, she relaxed and breathed, "My husband."
Zach spun Anming around to face him. "You're so beautiful, floating asleep in this gentle light," he whispered.
"The lights were my idea," Anming whispered. They softly bounced off one wall of the bubble. "For my trouble, the others made me… present myself like a dirty slut."
"You've never been here in the thing for me before," Zach said. "Sweetheart, it’s not being a slut. When you offer yourself, it's a very special gift to me."
"I’m happy I fulfilled my obligation to please you, my husband," Anming said meekly. He appreciated that she was actively avoiding arguing with him about her peeves. Normally, she would be compelled to point out the crass nature of awaiting him naked and ready.
"You've pleased me so much," Zach cooed to her. "I want to taste your beautiful body with my mouth all night. You have a certain electricity in you that goes straight to my brain."
"Please enjoy yourself with your dutiful wife," Anming whimpered. She was modestly informing Zach that she yearned instead to be railed like there was no tomorrow.
Zach pushed off and flew with Anming back over to the fuckspace. He held her tightly to him as he shimmied them into it. She looked up at him intensely, teeth gritted, expectant as he thrust her legs through the slots. She was the greatest mind who had ever lived. In this moment, she was entirely his own shy, modest, submissive prize. He rocked into her wet tightness with utter delight. She grunted shrilly with the effort and pleasure of opening for him.
Anming was fully wet and tented. Her tiny quim, amazingly, was now a familiar hostess to Zach's raging cock. He had enormously good leverage this time especially. He slammed into her with relish, shaking the whole bubble. She squeaked with the effort, filled and opened completely. "EEErrrr!" she strained, orgasming for him. She knew it pleased him for her to feel the greatest pleasure. She tried to do it for him often.
Zach took in the sight of Anming naked, glowing, trapped upon his straining ardor. He beat out a song of love on the back wall of her vagina. She responded frequently with the mewing cries of orgasm, like a bird or a baby. Her electric smell and taste filled his senses, drove him past the brink. "RAAAAH!" he wailed, startling the other women awake. Anming's nails dug into his shoulders as she joined him in the oneness of orgasmic bliss. There was stillness.
Colleen woke up covered in wet. Anming’s baby-like cries of orgasm had made both her teats pump out a healthy supply of colostrum while she slept. She supposed she would have to wear noise canceling headphones to bed.
Anming shimmied to the entrance of the fuckspace. Zach grabbed her. "Where are you going?"
"My husband, it's our treasured wife Colleen's turn to share bliss with you. I can't-"
Zach grabbed Anming by the hips and pulled her down on his rigid spreading cock. She gasped in unexpected surprise. "I'm not done enjoying you," he moaned. Her slick tightness, splashing with semen, yielded again and again to his romantic ramming. In feeble resistance, her hands pushed against him, denying herself an unfair turn. He loved feeling her nails gently dig in as her resistance collapsed into burning need. Her tight womb fluttered in delight as she completely surrendered to his pounding passion. "EEE! Rrrrruh! Hnnnn!" She thrashed against him and snarled as animal lust overtook her.
This time Zach took longer as Anming racked up a multitude of shrill squeaking orgasms. She didn’t want to disturb her friends, but her body was out of control. It did what it must to express the pleasure convulsing her body.
Anming gurgled in anticipatory delight as Zach entered his short strokes. Her tangy scent of excitement intertwined with the clean scent of his fresh semen. She was so beautiful in the soft light. Her ass, taut with excitement, felt so good gripped tight in his sensitive hands. Plumbing her tight fluttering pussy was overwhelming. He locked, extended into her fully. The hot thrust of his juice splashed into her as he moaned in delight and she shrieked. They floated, catching their breath.
"Sounds like you're killing each other over there," Alexis teased. “Plus my milk is now everywhere.”
"Yes, Anming sucking our Zach dry like vampire," said Michaela.
"And so greedy, again and again," teased Colleen. “I lost count of your orgasms, Chinese wife.”
"He made me," argued Anming.
"No is a word," said Colleen.
"I obey and serve my husband," Anming insisted. As she said it, Zach's penis was still filling her to bursting and ever so slowly relaxing inside her. She felt overwhelming satisfaction at the declaration, the oneness. With the fulcrum of Zachary's ardent love, she was confident she could move the universe.
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The following day around noon, Colette walked into Medical Bay A where Zach was working. "How are you doing?" he asked. Without a word, she dropped to her knees, fished his penis out of his pants, and slipped it into her mouth. He grabbed onto her head in surprise and for stability. He looked over his shoulder guiltily. Colby was right around the corner from them in Control Room A. Plus, Aanya, Berte, Ethan, and Aiden were all wandering around somewhere at this hour. This was a very public area, and he wasn't sure he could keep quiet. He gasped. Should he tell her to stop? But it felt so good. Too good. He decided to hold on for dear life and try to make as little noise as possible. He wouldn't be able to last long.
Mere moments later it seemed, Zach hissed and grunted as he ejaculated down Colette's throat. The ghost of Christmas present had finally caught up to him. Gasping, calming, he whispered to Colette, "To what do I owe the honor?"
Colette wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and replaced Zach's penis in his pants. She stood up and placed his hand on her baby bump. He felt a gentle kick. "Thank you, Zach," she said simply. He leaned in to kiss her passionately, and she let him. She would let him do anything sexual he wanted to with her, for all it mattered. "I'm glad it's you," she said with an enigmatic smile. She made a phone calling sign at the side of her head, like, "Call me." Then she walked away.
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A few days later, Zach woke up with a raging hard need for Berte. He must have dreamed of her. Quietly, so as not to disturb Colby sleeping beside him. He texted Berte, "Can we meet? I'm missing you terribly."
Berte texted back, "I'm piloting the ship now, so nope :-)"
"How about 10 AM when you get off duty?" Zach texted desperately.
"Have to look at the fusion bottles and the ion drive," Berte replied. "Need to keep my hands on the wheel, figuratively speaking, during my watch. But somebody still has to service the fusion bottles and ion drive, else we'll explode."
"I appreciate that," Zach texted back, groaning to himself. Colby stirred and he put a lid on it. "Tonight??"
"Aiden has dibs on me at bedtime," said Berte. "I've just taught him to switch and finish in my butt. He's very excited about it. So am I :-) He's really good at pulling my hair as he does it from behind. Woof!"
"I'm happy for you, honey," texted Zach. He was, in a desperate sort of way. "I guess you're all booked up," he texted. He almost burst into tears.
"Not at all," texted Berte. "What with the butt stuff, Aiden will be all drained and out cold by 3 PM, 4 PM at the latest. I can meet you then :-)"
Zach texted, "We can meet in A1, Colleen's and Anming's quarters. They're empty at the moment. 4 PM?"
"You've got it, lover :-)" texted Berte. Zach smiled. He was not an infant. He could wait.
Later that day, around 5 PM, Zach was naked and snuggled up to Berte, feeling so complete and perfect. They had fucked like wildcats for an hour. She was full of his semen. Both holes. All was right with the world. He was suckling colostrum from her right breast, relaxed, listening. She said, "You're right that it would take a lot of water to shield the habitat ring, about 8,800 metric tons of it. It's not because that mass on the rim would cause it to tear apart. That only amounts to 11 kilopascals over the inner dimension of the ring. In contrast, the strength of carbon fiber is typically 228 gigapascals."
"No," Berte continued. "The problem is the gyroscopic effect." Zach remembered his college physics classes. Of course! "You see, angular momentum must always be conserved. That means, practically speaking, we have to fight the spinning of the ship to turn the ship. The heavier the ring, the harder it is to turn. That's why the ring must be as light as possible. Otherwise, it would cost way too much energy to steer the ship."
Her right teat was pretty much empty. Her left was shooting little droplets into his face that seemed to squeak, suck me! suck me! He paused during switching nipples and said, "Next question: Why did you just name your breasts Frustration and Depression?"
"A friend of mine, Sheila, did it first," answered Berte. "I just thought it was cute and fitting. They're two things I struggle with as well. So, say hello to my little friends."
"Not so little," said Zach as he latched onto Frustration. He purred as the colostrum let loose down his throat. It tasted like quite the opposite to him.
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That evening, he was looking down at beautiful Colleen as they made love. She was having an enjoyable moment. He watched with delight as her breath caught and she tensed in orgasm. Her right breast gave him a good healthy squirt of colostrum in the sternum. Since they were weightless in the fuckspace, it shattered into little droplets that flew in all directions.
Acting swiftly, Zach dipped down into the fuckspace and latched onto Colleen’s right teat. He gently pinched her left nipple to try to prevent it from going off in parallel. He got a good strong latch on her right. The colostrum came hesitantly, but it came.
Fifteen minutes later, Colleen’s breasts were dry. She enthused, “Mmmm, I feel better than I have in weeks. Now fill me with your cock again, Zach... UUNH! That’s the ticket! Fuck me stud! Oh fuck yeah!” Her nails dug into his back, holding on for dear life. He pounded the living hell out of her from his position of firm leverage.
“Don’t wear him out,” chuckled Alexis from her sleeping bag.
“Yes, save cream for us,” said Michaela.
Anming’s heavy-lidded eyes gazed over at the writhing, excited lovers. She muttered softly to herself in Chinese. “Fuck our wife with all your prowess, my husband... yes, fuck the top of her head off… yes, the feel of him filling you… yes, the delicious pressure… yes, good, good, so very good...” In the depths of her sleeping bag, she helplessly touched herself closer and closer to a massive orgasm.
As Zach and Colleen rested in each other’s arms, Alexis floated over. “I’m feeling antsy tonight.”
Zach looked at Alexis with sleepy contentment, his face at her tit level, with a smile. Uncharacteristically, Anming cried out piercingly like a bird or a hungry baby as her powerful orgasm overtook her. Hearing the sound, Alexis’s breasts unloaded a deluge into Zach’s face, drenching him. “Now I’m awake,” he sputtered, and the three of them laughed. There was definitely some extra bubble cleaning to be done tomorrow morning.
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On the next day, Sunday, the fifteenth of Aquarius, Michaela began a new fertile week. This time, she insisted on, and Colleen granted, extraordinary powers. She required Zach to spend every afternoon with her, all afternoon. The three other women must turn away and play loud music in their headphones. Anming often already did this while the fuckspace was being used during their awake period.
On her first fertile afternoon, Michaela was waiting anxiously for Zach in the fuckspace when he arrived. He remarked to her on the other women turned away, listening to music. “Have you suddenly gotten shy?” he asked.
“Yes, my darling,” Michaela said. “Is just for us. I missed you. Yes, I miss you when you’re gone from me, Zachary. You’re breaking down my resistance. Please make gentle romantic love to me. Please fill me with your love- ahh!”
Zach had drawn her out of the fuckspace and had his mouth lovingly on her vulva. He needed a moment to think, and performing cunnilingus was a good time to think deep thoughts. Michaela had never been this way with him. It was probably some angle.
At the end of the afternoon, Michaela talked to Zach about how he filled her with joy. She smiled a lot, which was particularly disconcerting. Michaela never smiled. He wondered whether he was losing his mind.
When they were decent, they roused the three other women out of their corners. The instant the others were present, Michaela reverted to exactly her usual sullen and gruff self. She even told him to fuck off as he left. He was left perplexed to say the least.
Zach noticed something about Michaela in addition to this weirdness. Instead of watching and masturbating as she generally did, she began turning away. If during the day, she would turn away and put on headphones. At night, she would be turned away and sleeping with headphones on.
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One night, Zach was wandering around the ship after Colby had gone to sleep. He heard up the corridor the distinctive rising tones Charisse’s excitement at getting railed. Sure enough, in Hydroponics Bay A2, he spied that Mateo had Charisse up against a low table and was hammering her. He’d heard that they spent the night together nowadays.
They looked well suited. He’d be the last one to complain about Charisse and Mateo getting snuggly together during their sleep cycle. Apparently, their passion even overflowed that. Here they were, making out like wildcats in a public area of the ship. This time was the equivalent of their evening recreation period. Could it be true love for Charisse? Zach felt just a tiny pang.
In addition to that pair, Zach heard that the mining crew had acquired some overnight companionship. Jason was reportedly sleeping alone. Zach heard rumors from Alexis that Jason was successfully making the rounds during his waking period. Zach knew that Ethan and Aanya were constant sleeping and sex partners, as were Aiden and Berte.
Ayana was allowing Khushi to enjoy the mining crew as she saw fit. Zach was forbidden, and so far, Khushi was obeying Ayana’s restriction. The stated reason was that Khushi should only be romantic with Ayana. The rest was supposedly just sex. Zach hoped Khushi could keep a secret. He knew she would never sleep with a man she didn’t care for.
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“Is this really the real you?” Zach asked Michaela during their next afternoon together. She was acting strange again.
“Is really me, Zach. Falling in sloppy love for my Zachary,” Michaela answered. “Can I call you mine? I’m helpless. I want your romantic touches. I want so badly to carry your baby deep inside my womb. To bear you healthy child for you. To serve as mother of your child. I yearn deep in my womb, Zachary. Desperately, I need your lovemaking.”
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Just because Berte and Aanya had regular sleeping partners didn’t mean that they didn’t hook up with Zach. A couple times a week without fail, the women would get with him. With Berte, it was often after Aiden had fallen asleep. With Aanya, it was either then or during her watch when she could get away from Ethan.
Michaela continued to behave in the oddest way with Zach. He had to admit, he loved it, though. It was like she was a whole different person, smiling, laughing. The new Michaela was a person he was beginning to crush mightily on. He caught himself daydreaming about her. She was definitely someone to wonder about these days.
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One evening at 6 PM, at the changeover meeting with Ayana, he was struggling with himself as usual. They covered emergency care on the ship in twelve hour shifts. Zach was 6 AM to 6 PM. Ayana was 6 PM to 6 AM. They had one meeting a day at 6 PM to go over anything. At the end of the meeting, he always struggled to not mention Khushi. His exclusion from her life was a matter for them to work out, not his concern. This evening he failed to keep quiet. “What’s your concern regarding Khushi seeing me every once in a while? She loves you very deeply, you know.”
“Romantic monogamy is a normal thing, Zach,” Ayana replied. “It’s the normal thing even with open relationships. It’s certainly what I prefer. I believe it to be healthy and constructive in a committed relationship.”
“Have you thought about whether it’s working for Khushi?” asked Zach.
“She doesn’t mention you,” said Ayana. “It seems as though she would if it really mattered to her.” That’s where their discussion of the matter ended. He didn’t put any weight into her statement that Khushi didn’t talk about it. Maybe she didn’t want to start an argument every time they talked. He could understand that. But if Khushi didn’t mention him, why the resistance? At any rate, he knew it had been a bad idea to talk to Ayana. He shouldn’t compound it by discussing the matter further with her.
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On Michaela’s last insemination day, she actually began to cry real tears at the thought they could no longer be “honest” with each other while making love. Zach negotiated successfully with Colleen that the sessions should continue unchanged. He argued that Michaela’s ovulation cycles might just be a lot less predictable than other women’s.
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The next day, when Zach went to visit the bubble late at night, Anming was already asleep in the fuckspace. Michaela was turned away as usual, probably asleep. A faint tinkle of music came from her headphones.
Zach took a minute to gaze at and admire Anming’s naked form. Her smooth skin. The little tuft of fur protecting her modesty. Her baby bump was now unmistakable, his baby. She stirred and stretched as he drew her out of the fuckspace to snack on her cute slot. He pulled on her taut, pert breasts as well, but they would not yield anything yet. Still, he enjoyed the feel of them in his mouth.
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Tuesday evening, Colby was friskier than ever. “Zach, baby, Colleen’s getting out tomorrow. I know she’s been missing having you and sleeping with you in a regular gravity bed. Now she’ll have you until Anming gets out. Then Anming will have you for a week. After which, we’ll rotate.” She gave Zach a serious look. “Now sweetheart, that doesn’t mean you can’t have your sweet chocolate whenever and wherever. I’ll be sleeping in our room. Off duty, if I’m not already at our place, just call me and I’ll come running. Even during our watch, I won’t be at the helm any more. If you really need it, I’ll take care of you, baby. You know I will.”
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Wednesday was a signature day. This was not only because Colleen was getting out of the bubble. It was not just because she would take over from Colby as his official day shift wife. It was because the pregnancy test showed that Michaela was going to be a mother!
The excitement at this news could not have been higher, for both crews. It was a Khushi level of excitement. Khushi had been the first. Now Michaela was the last. She still had to spend eighteen weeks in the bubble. But it was the beginning of freedom.
At 2 PM, a pregnancy party was thrown in the bubble. Mateo graciously took over the controls so that Colby could attend in person. Because these were steely-eyed missile mamas, there was loud music. Because these were pregnant women, there was no booze. Because these were women, there was mandatory chocolate, the good kind. There were cannabis wafers, but not more than three per woman. Amid the loud music and chocolate floating around, there was a wild light show on Anming’s system. There was bad zero-gee dancing and bouncing off the walls. There were loose droplets of flavored seltzer water splashing everywhere.
Michaela and Zach had a muted conversation tucked away in a corner of the bubble. She began, “I’m not entirely googly-eyed girl I’ve shown you, Zachary. Was not exactly lie, but...”
Zach’s heart sank. “I was suspicious,” he said. They looked at each other.
“Is not entirely lies,” explained Michaela. “Just not way I usually say. I believe the end justified the means, no? My theory that you had to feel love romance at the moment of shooting to fertilize my egg proved effective. I know the evidence is far from definitive. Was time for desperate tactics, though. Will you be okay? I do not want to injure delicate Zachary heart.”
Zach nodded, but didn’t make eye contact. He was processing it. “Of course, Michaela. I’ll be fine.”
“For example,” said Michaela. “You know when I say ‘fuck off’ means I loved, and I’m done. If did not love, would simply say ‘don’t come back’. Is just not in me to say by nature ‘fill me with romantic man cream’ or some such. Smiling, to me, is for once-in-lifetime special occasion like this. Watch. You see, I just smiled actual smile. Now I am done until give birth.”
Michaela continued, “Listen: I have no desire to own you like wife does. That’s good for you, Zachary. But I did have actual yearning deep in womb. Wanted baby, yours. You are rare acceptable man. Fragile, delicate American, true, but bad traits will probably not affect child. Yet, child must have father. Want to make sure, will you be okey-doke?”
“I’ll be fine, Michaela,” said Zach. “You know, you didn’t need to play me like that. You could have just confided in me, shared your hopes and dreams.”
“You still don’t get,” said Michaela shaking her head. “Have no hopes, no dreams. If assume worst, never disappoint. Sorry for hurt. Please forgive and continue to fill me with your stiff man meat when I need. Okay, now will fuck off back to party.” And she floated away.
After this conversation, Michaela climbed into the fuckspace. Because of risk of unwanted pregnancy, she had mostly steered clear of men other than Zach. Now, she shouted over the din of the party for the mining crew to come enjoy her freely. Jason was the first to climb in. He didn’t draw the privacy curtain shut. He was sleeping alone at the moment, so he was the most freewheeling bachelor among them. Soon, the grunts and groans of Michaela’s orgasms punctuated the dance tunes.
Berte watched with delight and at close range as a grimacing Jason busted a nut in Michaela’s pussy. Berte waited breathlessly until, groaning, Jason slid out his softening wet sausage and unleashed a splash of seminal fluid. Berte moaned with the erotic thrill of it. “I love a good dismount,” she whimpered.
Since Jason was done, Berte pushed an astonished Aiden towards the fuckspace. She insisted her lover and sleeping partner service her friend on this, her special evening. Aiden stammered and tried to argue, but Berte was adamant. They finally agreed they would draw the privacy curtain, but Berte would be inside to watch the whole thing and cheer them on.
While that was going on, Ethan and Aanya were having a conversation with Colleen and Alexis. “Even at two to one,” Colleen said, “that leaves half the crew without a lover if we practice monogamy.” She wasn’t going to point out that, given her commitment to Zach, Aanya wasn’t monogamous anyway.
“It’s up to you,” said Alexis. “But since men are hardwired to spread their seed, I sense Aanya’s feelings are dominating here. Now Aanya, it’s simply not fair of you to hoard men. When you arrived, we shared Zach with you, didn’t we? He was right there when you landed to love you and help you. And where would you be today without that? Similarly, you need to let Ethan roam more freely and contribute more broadly. It doesn’t limit the love you share. It doesn’t impact all the nights you’ll spend cuddled in each other’s arms. C’mon now, be generous with your crewmates.”
Aanya had Ethan tightly by the arm and looked him in the eye. Ethan looked back innocently. “You want to, don’t you,” she declared, half joking, half hurting about her correct assessment. “You’re just a slut,” she half-joked, and went to tickle him.
“I’m not a slut, you’re a slut,” he joked back, and the tickle fight and silly argument commenced.
The tickle fight died down, and calmly, they looked at each other again. Then she pushed him away. “Go,” she said. “Close the curtain.” Again, half-joking, half hurting.
Zach was hurt in his heart witnessing this exchange. At one level, it was heartbreaking to see Aanya’s struggle. It reminded him vividly of his own heartbreak with Colby. There was something of human nature in monogamy, just like jealousy. It couldn’t be denied, or swept under the rug. It had to be confronted, honored, discussed.
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That evening, after the wild party, Zach began his first night sleeping with Colleen. They were in the cabin she would share with Anming. Colby slept alone in the cabin she shared with Zach. It was good to have some real privacy with Colleen. It was good to have some real gravity, or at least its equivalent. It was good for Colleen to be able to shout out things like, “A little more up angle! Yeah, just like that!” She hadn’t been comfortable being sexually verbal or making urgent sexual requests in front of everyone. It had seemed to her too much a blurring of lines.
After Colleen had been thoroughly fucked into satisfied submission and was dead asleep, Zach went prowling. First, he made a beeline for Colby’s cabin. He had to admit, he was addicted to that yummy chocolate woman worse than crack. He would do anything for her. This was why it was such a good thing that she was the strong one about sharing him. Now he rushed to her. His mind, his heart, his body, his soul was missing her down to his toes.
Zach cracked open the door to their cabin silently to check on Colby. Loud noises of struggling and heavy breathing confronted him. “Mmm baby! You’re working me right!” Colby growled. Zach had heard enough. He silently closed his and Colby’s cabin door and walked away.
His eyes teared up with pain. He didn’t own her, he told himself. He didn’t own her. In fact, this is what she probably felt whenever she noticed he was engaged elsewhere. It fucking hurt.
And he was being a child. This didn’t mean she loved him any less, wanted him any less, wanted to spend her life with him any less. In fact, she was valiantly trying something to help their relationship. This was something she hadn’t sought. This was something both Colleen and he had encouraged. He ought to be thankful and happy she wasn’t having an awful time of it so far.
He really needed to grow up. He sat on the Recreation Room B couch and held his dizzy head in his hands. His face was wet with tears. His chest hurt sharply. And he had argued to Charisse he was not a jealous man. It was all about expectations. Expectations.
At the same time, he needed to feel his feelings. He sat there with himself and felt the sting sink into him. This is how it had felt in the hospital when he’d learned his parents had passed on. The sting reminded him he had not even begun to have feelings about never seeing his sisters face-to-face again. He had not yet begun to grieve never again experiencing the bustling open air of Earth. There had been so many places he never went.
Ironically, there were women all over the ship who were probably hoping for Zach to visit. He resisted the notion strongly even though it would be in some ways a comfort. He wanted to give, always give, always cherish. At this moment, he felt empty, hollow. The healer had nothing left for anybody but himself.
He slowly walked back to the cabin he presently shared with Colleen. He got to the door and cracked it open silently. Listened. One couldn’t be too careful. She was sleeping peacefully. Gratefully, he swept into the room and closed the door silently. Trying not to disturb her, he slipped into bed. She stirred, mewed quietly, and rolled over. He drifted off gratefully.
In the morning, Zach texted Colby. “I missed you painfully last night. Work out together?”
Colby texted back a few minutes later. “You bring Colleen. That little girl needs to get back in shape. I’ll bring Jason. We’ll make it a foursome.”
Was this her way of breaking the news? He thought he’d jokingly inquire. “Did my little girl get some BBC last night?”
Colby texted back brusquely, “Meet you at Exercise B.” That was it. She would not be baited.
Well, Colby could share in her own time, or not. It was none of his business. It had been agreed that Trigonometry did not have to disclose dalliances with the mining crew. It was just like Zach didn’t have to disclose dalliances with the Breeding Bitches or Khushi. By the agreements of his marriage, it was literally none of his business.
At the workout, Colleen must have sensed his need. She flirted with Jason shamelessly and diverted him, leaving Zach and Colby to confront each other. It was awkward between Zach and Colby. They each seemed desperately in love, but also irked with one another. It was a like a loving couple who’d had a big falling out the previous day. In a certain sense, they had. Their interactions were not easy. Zach felt relief when the workout was over and he could escape to shower with Colleen.
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Alexis was getting out the very next day. Another party had been planned before the first had also become a wild pregnancy/fertility party for Michaela. Both crews were still dragging by the 2 PM start time. Even so, everybody got themselves there. Alexis had demanded Mateo’s presence, so Colleen was manning the helm.
Even though people were a little more sedate than they might have been, any party MC’ed by Alexis was bound to get wild. “Now it’s time for face painting!” said Alexis. “But this isn’t face painting like you remember. I need a brave couple to be first.”
Zach looked toward Colby, but she was looking away from him towards Jason. He looked around for Colleen, then remembered she was driving the ship. Berte said, “Us!” She was holding Aiden’s hand. They floated over to Alexis. She whispered something in Berte’s ear. Berte nodded once and smiled. Then the three of them pulled the fuckspace curtain shut for privacy.
A couple of minutes later Aiden moaned loudly and kept moaning until he ran out of air. A minute later, Alexis drew back the curtain. Berte was naked, beaming, and had droplets, wads, and streaks of cum all over her front, especially her face. More cum was slowly floating or spiraling away behind them. Aiden was naked in the fuckspace, but sideways, with his penis pointing out one leg hole. He looked shattered. He was catching his breath and his eyes were shut, as though he was still in the throes of some ecstasy.
Zach quipped, “This gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘fuck me sideways’.”
“What on Earth did you do to the poor man?” Colby asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” asked Alexis. “Who will be the brush for Colby’s canvas? Don’t be shy.”
Zach looked over at Colby, but she was still looking towards Jason. As he was surreptitiously watching them, Jason raised his hand and winked at Colby. Colby turned away and forced herself with great effort not to burst out laughing. She might have explaining, or more likely lying, to do. New love was so cute, Zach thought. Even though it was between his main squeeze and another man, it was still cute. He sighed. His heart was weird. Zach raised his hand, “I will.”
Along with Zach, the mining crew with the exception of Aiden had all raised their hands. Aiden was still in the fuckspace and out of touch with reality. The other three men smiled shyly and apologetically at Zach.
"Wow," said Alexis. "Well, I see a gangbang in Colby's future."
"In your dreams," said Colby, glaring around at the men, Zach included.
"Well, just pick one, if you insist on being a prude," said Alexis. "You could have been blanketed instead of just painted. Your loss."
Colby had no choice. She had to, unless she wanted to shock the crews. She had to, despite their recent friction. "I pick the lovely, the scrumptious, the talented Zach."
Alexis snapped the curtain shut behind the couple and ordered Zach, “Assume the position. You saw it.” Zach disrobed and crawled into the fuckspace sideways as ordered. His semi-erect penis pointed out of one leg hole as Aiden’s had. “Okay canvas,” Alexis said to Colby, “Strip and get in front of that fire hose. Just right approximately your center of mass. That’s it.”
Alexis bobbed down and snatched up Zach’s cock with her mouth. She gargled it all the way down her throat. Zach thrilled twice, once to the sight of Colby's naked body as she disrobed, and once for Alexis's extraordinary cock sucking.
“Hey!" said Colby, objecting to whose mouth was getting to be where.
"You have to be ready to receive," Alexis told her sternly. "Else I would not be required to be your poor servant."
Colby smirked at her. "All right. What other surprises you got for me, you nasty bitch?"
"Just float there," Alexis ordered. "And try to be encouraging... to Zach." Gloop, Zach's penis went back down Alexis's throat. Zach thrilled to the taut slickness. He helplessly strained forward to get farther down it while blushing with embarrassment because of Colby.
“C’mon, baby,” Colby growled, “don't you want smack me with your sperm? I know you've got some anger over some petty thing.”
Alexis disgorged Zach and stopped her right there. “Nastier,” she said, and hrrruk! Down went his penis again. Zach definitely felt toyed with by these women. Oh God, he was going to lose it down Alexis’s throat.
Colby started to sway back and forth and sing a made-up song, "Don't you want to paint my booty! Yes you do! Don't you want to paint my tummy! Yes you do! Don't you want to shoot it down my throat! Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah! Don't you want to bulls-eye my pretty pink pussy! Woo!" With this, she spread her legs and her vulva with her fingers. She knew that the sight of that pink leading into the chocolate perfection of her drove Zach out of his mind.
Alexis coughed Zach up again and began frotting him with one hand. “Good! Good! That definitely got him more excited! More! Nastier!” Still frotting him vigorously with one hand, she moved out of his immediate view, over to one side. Of course, the painting Colby part. It was time for her to get out of the way. He was indeed desperate for Colby at this point, emotional. He had to calm down. It was only a game. Time to have some simple fun with the woman he loved. To enjoy the present. To enjoy how she'd looked at him as she'd spread her tight, moist pink cunny. Oh God, he was close.
Maddeningly, Alexis’s hand slowed down. “Stop tempting him,” Alexis ordered. “Get in position.”
Colby shut up and tried to line herself up on Zach’s likely ejaculation zone. She could follow orders, even from a skanky slut like Alexis.
“Okay, ready?” said Alexis. Colby was his angel hovering right there. He was so close, so close! Zach strained mightily, trying to get just that little bit more sensation from Alexis’s teasing hand. But the fuckspace held him tightly back. Zach was not expecting a slippery cold thing to thrust up his ass! Oh it was buzzing! “ARRRRRRRRR!!!” Zach shrieked.
Strand after strand of semen shot out. Colby was the surprised goalie. When she got blasted explosively in her face, she floated up to instead coat her tits. Nearly blind, she kept floating up. A nice fat wad splashed onto her bush. But then Zach just shook as if he were a spring loaded gun that was out of ammo. The buzzing thing went away, leaving Zach a shuddering wreck.
“That was what the OTHER leg hole was for,” Alexis chortled.
"Holy fuck, Alexis, I'm blind!" Colby sputtered, floating helplessly. Her face and hair looked like a bukkake party. Her tits had caught some nice thick strands that led down her belly. The contrast of thick white semen on her chocolate skin was truly magnificent. Her bush was well drizzled, as if an overexcited teenager had just barely pulled out of her in time. In short, she was extremely well-adorned.
Alexis threw the curtain back and gestured, “My masterpiece.” Colby’s elaborately decorated body got a loud ovation and catcalls from the crowd. She was sputtering and blind. Alexis held her aloft by one ankle to keep her from spinning off somewhere random. Zach groaned, half-conscious in the fuckspace behind them.
Mateo exclaimed, “Look at all that! The glorious contrast! That's intimidating. She looks like she HAS been gangbanged. How are Zach’s balls not the size of softballs at least?”
“Wanna find out?” Alexis chortled.
Mateo turned to Charisse and asked, “Would you be my canvas?” She smiled shyly and seemed genuinely touched by the invitation. Hand-in-hand, they floated toward the fuckspace.
Colby floated randomly away, trying to recover her eyesight. Anming mercifully handed her a towel.
Alexis climbed to the top of the fuckspace and unceremoniously pulled Zach out of it. He floated, slowly spinning away in a random direction, groggy. She snapped the privacy curtain shut behind Charisse and Mateo.
“You’re stealing the fun part,” Charisse said from behind the curtain.
“It’s my party,” said Alexis. “Now be still, canvas. Oh I can tell he LOVES you. He’s already quivering to shoot onto you. I’m going to have to go slower.”
At this point, Mateo groaned in frustration.
“Get ready,” warned Alexis. “I’m not going to be able to hold him much longer. Girl look at that expression. I’m afraid he’s going to cum just from looking at your titties and bush. What have you been feeding this man?”
“Titties and bush,” Charisse snickered.
Suddenly, a high keening sound erupted like a large predatory bird being slowly crushed in a pneumatic vice. Zach suspected it was Mateo.
“Wow, this is fun, like running through a warm sprinkler,” Charisse giggled.
Alexis pulled back the curtain to reveal Charisse decorated with curlicues of semen on her face, her belly, and even her thighs. There was a round of applause.
Next, Alexis basted Aanya with all of Ethan’s vital fluids. Aanya sported an admirable coating. She looked as satisfied as the cat who ate the canary when she floated out.
It was down to Jason. But who would be the canvas? Colby was out of contention, still wiping Zach's cum out of her burning eyes. Anyway, it was mere conjecture on Zach's part that Jason had been the one “working her right” last night. It’s not like he'd stayed around to make a positive identification. Khushi looked willing, but she was being held back by Ayana. Evidently Khushi had been showing too many signs of fondness for Jason.
“Nobody?” asked Alexis in frustration. “Well then, I’ll have Colette do it. Colette?” The curtain closed. A few minutes of stimulating anguish for Jason followed, ending in a long yell from him. Colette emerged looking regal as ever, wearing the pearls of semen adorning her body like fine jewels.
“All right,” said Alexis. “For this next trick, I require two men willing to go behind the curtain with me. They must be prepared and willing for ANYTHING.”
All the men responded with feeble groans or protestations of “No!” from their various positions scattered around the bubble.
“Okay, I guess we’ll wait to play the next party game,” said Alexis.
Zach was drifting, eyes closed, trying to recover somewhat. “I like you better this way,” Colby said right next to him.
Zach opened his eyes to regard her. There she was, floating, wrapped in a towel, holding another towel. “As opposed to what?” he asked.
“As opposed to this morning, where you seemed to me excitable, rude, and on the warpath,” said Colby. “Just how did I manage to put a kink in your tail?” She tried to wipe some of the semen out of her hair.
“You first,” Zach groaned.
“Okay sure,” said Colby. “Don’t you know that the term ‘BBC’ is derogatory and inflammatory?”
“Obviously not, since I used it in a joke. Not very funny,” said Zach.
“The term was used, correction is still sometimes used to demean black men,” Colby told him. “To characterize them as animals, only useful for perverted sex.”
“Now that you say that, it makes a lot of sense,” said Zach. “I’m very sorry I said it. You won’t hear it pass my lips again unless it’s in reference to the Bountiful Baking Collective.”
“Your jokes are stupid, Zach,” Colby said in frustration.
“The British Broadcasting Corporation?” Zach said.
“Stop it before somebody hears,” Colby said. “But it leads to a larger issue. There’s so many ways we don’t even speak the same language.”
There she was, putting distance between them. He’d been in this place on the merry-go-round of their relationship before. “It’s true I’m not a perfect man,” said Zach. “But I love you so much it hurts. It hurts.”
Colby looked at him with alarm and said, “Your turn.”
“Nothing in particular,” Zach demurred. “Just missed sleeping with you, not sex necessarily, just asleep together. Last night I felt like dying. I was up in the middle of the night feeling hollow inside, completely hollow.”
“Sweetie honey!” Now Colby was upset with Zach. “Why didn’t you text me, call me? We could’ve hooked up easily. I’ve got your sugar, baby. Always. Haven’t I made myself clear?”
“I regret that now,” said Zach. “You know how it is sometimes at night. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I got back to sleep okay.”
“Baby, if Colleen doesn’t take really good care of you tonight, I mean thoroughly good care, and you don’t call me, I’m going to literally kick you in your ass at our morning workout tomorrow. Multiple times. Until you evolve sentience.”
“Understood,” said Zach.
Colby floated away. Now that she’d sealed the deal with probably Jason, Zach knew what was next in Colby’s playbook. She would avoid anything in private with Jason for at least a week to see what his response was, ranging from ignoring her to ballistic. It wasn’t a bad idea for women actually, Zach supposed. It weeded out the guys who weren’t that into her or were, on the other hand, lunatics.
It meant that for the rest of Colleen’s week, Colby would be one very hot wet kitty. She’d be daydreaming about Jason all the time but staying away from him. If Zach didn’t rail her often and regularly, she might explode, and we couldn’t have that. However, by the time Anming got out, she would probably start being too busy for Zach. He sighed.
Regardless, from now on, he couldn’t just wander into Colby’s private spaces. Like any civilized human being, he had to call ahead. He had no right to know what she was up to with the mining crew. Which meant for his own sanity, he should never barge into whatever she might be up to.
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The next day, he helped Colby and the bubble babes Anming and Michaela to set up zero-gee exercise equipment for them. It was high time Michaela started hard workouts to keep her strength and bone density up. She had another eighteen weeks to go in this place. Anming should join in while she was here.
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That evening, after Colleen had been thoroughly loved and was fast asleep, he texted ahead to Colby. As he had guessed, she was jumping out of her skin with sexual excitement. When he arrived, she was naked on the coverlet, spread, and showing a very wet, very flushed pink pussy. It was no time for preliminaries. He quickly undressed and plunged his already hard cock into her. He'd missed the hell out of her. He'd grieved her. It was as if, body and soul, he wanted to reclaim her. If anything, she was more of all that. She orgasmed shrilly from his first few strokes in her.
Zach continued to visit Colby every night after having Colleen. Then, appropriately, he would go back to sleep the rest of the night with Colleen.
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Charisse had Zach waylay her in the Hydroponics Bay next to her quarters. Her request was specific in every detail. This was a blessing for him. Some of it was some really fucked-up shit. It was good for him to be able to follow instructions and know this was exactly what she wanted. He gagged her and hogtied her in ways so specific and elaborate he’d had to practice them multiple times.
Colby had been his practice dummy, since she’d been adamant she wanted to help with all his most difficult relationship problems. That part had been fun, her wondering what the hell he was up to, and him not telling her.
Once Charisse was properly trussed, he raped her nice and hard in the vagina while choking her unconscious. When she woke up, he was raping her in the ass even harder and practically pulling her hair out by the roots. After he unloaded his semen into both her holes, he unloaded his bladder onto her face.
Here, Charisse’s plan had just said “aftercare.” Zach untied her gently and carried her to the shower, where they rinsed off together. He toweled her dry and then carried her to her quarters. There, he gave her a gentle massage. He kissed her gently and reverently over every inch of her body. They cuddled and kissed together.
“It’s Kumbha now,” Zach said.
“Is that so?” said Charisse.
“That’s the Martian month it is,” Zach said.
“I thought it was a state of mind. This moment feels very Kumbha to me,” Charisse said.
“How right you are,” Zach agreed.
Eventually, Zach became aroused. Charisse spread for him and they made gentle romantic love. After he had ejaculated into her, he sucked and licked up the semen running out of her vagina so she didn’t have to jump up and take another shower. She’d been about halfway through an arousal cycle when he’d finished, so he got her there the rest of the way with his mouth. When she fell asleep in the aftermath, he took his leave.
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Anming and Michaela were waking, sleeping, eating, and working together in the bubble. This concentrated time together yielded great advancements in Anming’s universal models. It was a happy and productive time for both women.
As far as lovemaking with Zach, they didn’t want to disturb their sleep. In the morning, the pair would take a break from their theoretical work. Anming would play music in her headphones and face the wall while he railed Michaela long and hard. In the afternoon, there was another break. He would return and rail Anming long and hard while Michaela turned away with headphones on. Michaela saw the positive difference this privacy had on Anming’s spirits. Anming felt less restrained. As a result, he railed her as long and hard as he did Michaela. This was a new freedom Anming was feeling.
On Sunday, the eighth day of Kumbha, the day came for Anming’s departure from the bubble. There was a party where everyone assured Michaela they would visit often. Alexis offered to MC the party on Anming’s behalf. Foreseeing the extreme sexual games she would favor, Anming said hell no in the kindest way possible. “Thank you for being so thoughtful. I forbid you to go to such trouble.”
Zach considered whether he should stop bothering Colby every single night. It was clear she'd needed it desperately so far since that fateful evening. He figured, when he thought about it, he shouldn't change his routine with her. It would only make her suspicious that he knew about her presumed affair with Jason. That first night with Anming, after she was asleep, he texted Colby, and she was as hot to trot as any time before. The night after, she pleaded tiredness. The baby was weighing her down. She promised she'd be ready for him again by their next week together. She'd been driving herself too hard lately, she said. It was probably mostly true.
When Jason decided to switch to the day shift, it was the last bit of evidence Zach required to conclude Colby and Jason were definitely lovers on the sly. None of his business. And if he were in Jason’s place, he wouldn’t stop at Colby. He’d be going after all three of his wives on the day shift. Again, none of his business.
Mateo stayed on the night shift. The rumor was that Mateo had a threesome with Charisse and Alexis every night. It sounded plausible to Zach.
On the graveyard shift, Berte continued to bed Aiden while Aanya took Ethan. Colette seduced whomever Alexis told her to.
Only Michaela was left in the bubble. It was lonely, but Zach visited her twice a day, giving her a nice railing both times. Anming often came to work with her, and knew to avoid Zach’s visiting times.
Michaela knew how much Zach loved her lovey-dovey version. Because it was just the two of them, she began to do it for him when he visited in the afternoons.
One morning, she spoke to him about the process of getting into character. “Step one,” Michaela said, “forget world is crap. Step two: forget that you and I are both shits. Step three: Forget that all relations get worse over time and end in hurt, pain, and remorse.”
“There is hope,” said Zach, almost defensively, upon hearing this.
“Bring me cup of hope and I’ll believe,” Michaela responded.
(To be continued)
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73: Monday, Kumbha 9, 231 0800 hours OST: Tell-All
Anming watched her dear husband Zachary sleep. He was a certain way while she watched him dream deep in the night. He had that stern doctor’s face. His fingers moved. His body jerked as if he was rushing places to save lives. But in the mornings, his dreams were very different. He had on his pleasure face. His body would rock gently with the rhythms of lovemaking. He was doing this now as she watched him.
She wondered which of his many wives her virile husband was enjoying in his dream state. She peeked under the covers. She was not surprised to find that his penis was wonderfully turgid. It was quivering against the bed sheets as his hips gently jerked. This was easy to see, for he shamelessly slept naked. He required her to do the same. With this excitement in his dreams, she knew he would require her as soon as he awakened.
Zach opened his eyes. Anming was in bed right next to him, quietly watching him. She looked elated. He knew she was happy to be back to a more normal life. She was in a normal bed with gravity. It was completely private here, just her and her husband, as things should be. She saw how he was looking at her and what it meant. Soon she would even know how many times he would need it and in what holes, all by his look.
She lay down on her back and positioned her pillow squarely under her head. He drew back the covers to bare her nakedness to him. She didn’t flinch. She was prepared to take his cream in whatever hole he desired. Or she would take it in her mouth if he desired. With a submissive glance, she unclasped her arms from her breasts and put them above her head. She spread her legs, knees up.
Zach now felt such a synchronicity with Anming. Whenever she was with him, everything was so easy. She anticipated his every desire and fulfilled it in her own stylish way. She never breathed a word of complaint. She was still the fearful, shy, eccentric, traumatized, brilliant woman he knew. Yet there was a deep trust and quiet between them. If it was him, it seemed life was deeply satisfactory.
Zach positioned himself between Anming’s legs and checked her. She was moist, but, he wanted it to always be perfect for her. She wet three of her slim fingers on her mouth and moistened her vulva for him. “I beg you enjoy me without delay, my husband. Then we may go together and piss.”
He rocked into her gently, lovingly. He wanted to give her moisture a chance to spread out and make the way slick for him. She closed her eyes and gripped her hands together above her head as he filled her deeper and deeper. It was still as exciting to her this morning as the very first time he’d entered her. Perhaps more so, because she had no concerns about her own ability to accommodate or satisfy him. She was left merely with the challenge of being with her pleasure. It consumed her as he took her and filled her with his virile sex organ. She thrilled as he pumped with lust and excitement for her. She could feel it in her heart and soul. It coursed through the blood in her veins as he took her.
They’d had a discussion about using the lube. Anming had confessed that it made her feel inadequate as a woman whenever Zach resorted to it. It sent the message that he didn’t believe she could produce enough moisture for their unions. She produced plenty of moisture. He stopped using the lube. Either he believed she was wet enough, or he would perform oral sex on her until he did. She allowed it. She allowed him anything without complaint, including him putting his mouth on her dirty holes if he wished it.
In her quiet between precious orgasms, Anming looked up into her husband’s shining face. His face twisted with the anguish of peak passion. Her whole body tingled in anticipation. And it came like a crashing wave. His unrestrained thrust and cry of pleasure. He jetted his hot cream into her, filling her to bursting and expressing his deep satisfaction. She gurgled with satisfaction and orgasmed as she felt this. It was the peak ecstasy of her life to feel this. It reminded her of the night he’d put their baby in her. It was a premonition of her future where he would fill her with many more babies. Here and now they were one soul, one body, one.
Anming had only a modest bump so far. Some of her crewmates were swelling like pumpkins. Berte was the biggest. Although she was Anming’s dear wife, sometimes the girl’s coarseness disturbed her. Berte called her unborn child “fart” because the first time she’d felt him kick, she thought she had gas. Aanya had about the same size belly as Berte. She called her unborn child “sadist” for reasons Anming did not inquire into. She understood from the others that the kicking could get uncomfortable. She suspected the name was connected to that. She prayed to her ancestors that her son would quicken soon and kick hard and strong. She was confident she would bear Zachary a son.
Anming was upset when Ayana the lesbian resigned from being her therapist. Ayana told Anming she had fallen in love with her and was no longer the impartial ear she needed. It was true the lesbian had been eager to comfort her and had at times inappropriately touched her. She had paid it no mind. They had made great progress together regardless. Now the task fell to Colleen. Ayana emphasized to Anming that if she ever felt an urge for sexual comfort from a woman, she would be overjoyed to serve. Anming thanked her politely for her offer.
On Anming’s weeks with Zachary, his prolific and debauched desires became most intense off duty and overnight. But he could and often did desire her at odd times. She carried salve with her constantly to stay prepared for his next onslaught. She was quietly extremely proud of Zachary’s virility.
On weeks she was not with Zachary, she felt not loneliness but relief. At any rate, he took her several times even on weeks he was ostensibly with another wife. Even during her off weeks, he enjoyed her more times than any of her monogamous boyfriends had ever done. She knew it was not just her, either. She was confident her virile husband was putting his cream into every one of his female crewmates. She would bet that even the lesbian Ayana required or at least accepted a regular dose from him. For what woman could resist the feeling of her husband’s large penis invading her? Who would avoid his hot cream warming her deepest soul?
Off weeks, Anming also suffered her punishments from Alexis. To pay for Anming's guilt over her own rape, Alexis would whip her, choke her, and degrade her. After each punishment, Anming knew she was again prepared for the sublime joy of her union with Zach.
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On Wednesday around 2 PM, Zach got a text from Alexis, “You have to come and feel this!” He arrived at Alexis’s and Charisse’s quarters. They were resting there naked in bed, a pleased-looking naked Mateo sandwiched between them. Sure enough, Alexis’s baby had quickened. “This is YOUR doing, buddy!” she teased. Zach sat on Alexis’s side of the bed to feel the gentle kicks through her naked tummy. She teared up very uncharacteristically. They kissed passionately. She, always in the mood, reached into his scrubs for his dick.
“Join us in a foursome?” Mateo invited generously.
Zach looked down at Alexis. She was the sassy, confident instigator, as always. She was also the pregnant woman wanting to be reassured. And he wanted to assure her that the man whose seed was growing in her was good and close. He agreed to stay and make love with them.
Mateo had been getting jumped by these two insatiable women since the middle of their recreation time ten hours ago. Frankly, he was a trouper for satisfying them both almost every night. On the other hand, their skill at handling men made it always a pleasure and never a chore. He still had some spunk in him, since they had rested. He went once in each of the women, and Zach went twice in each, which made the girls purr. Both girls wanted some DP, which the boys eagerly provided. The girls were excited and elated to have two men since they were usually in short supply.
The weirdest thing was that the women wanted the men to kiss. They wanted to see the men touch each other’s dicks and do a little sword fighting. Mateo and Zach were decidedly not into any of that. However, Alexis and Charisse staring at them and jilling furiously was very motivating. So they did a little bit of each, to the great pleasure of the women. At the end, gaining masturbatory inspiration from the flushed ladies jilling and cumming repeatedly, they ejaculated on each other. That made both women cum furiously.
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The two hours around their sleeping and waking times were sacred hours for Anming and Zach’s time together. They discussed news of the ship and of Earth. They planned their future together. They made love.
Because of this routine, Zach suspected that Colby used these times to diddle with Jason. Soon there came a day Zach wasn’t listening to his better angels. He decided to plant a video camera in the quarters he shared with Colby and film her during this time.
Late that same night, he viewed the footage in his private study with the door locked. At the start of the tape, the cabin was empty. After a while, Colby arrived from the shower wrapped in a towel. She patted her hair dry and lay naked on the coverlet on her side reading. Zach stroked himself idly as he watched a naked Colby lounge on her bed. She looked all beautiful with her big baby belly and reading her book. There were a couple of interludes where Colby rolled over on her back for variety. Here he could more clearly see her beautiful face and her black fuzzy motte. He started to get hard watching her innocently reading.
He fast forwarded some. After about twenty minutes of reading, there was a knock on her hatch. She let in Jason, also straight from the shower, with a towel around his waist. Colby shut and locked the hatch behind him. They stood and kissed for awhile.
Wow, it seemed like some men got handsomer with age, and Jason was one of these. He looked interesting, like he’d been places and done things. He was in good shape, too, for his age. He was envious that at 5’2”, Jason could look the 5’1” Colby right in the eye. He could just kiss her, versus having to bend over like a giraffe like Zach did. That had to be fun for Colby, too. Thinking about things to come, Zach realized they could also fuck face to face. They could kiss while fucking without twisting into weird pretzel shapes. Zach had to face it. He wasn’t the ideal lover for Colby from a physical standpoint.
Now they were laying on the coverlet together, Colby nude, Jason still with the towel. “Tell me about your day,” Colby asked.
“My day? I was just messing with a bunch of drones...”
They talked for a while about their respective days.
“How is the little monster treating you?” asked Jason.
“He hammered his little heels on my liver all day,” groaned Colby.
“Just remember, even this, your first baby moving inside you, it all goes by so quickly,” said Jason. As Zach recalled, Jason had three grown daughters back on Earth. “They pop out, and all of the sudden, they’re going off to college. You’ll treasure these times.”
“Oh yeah, I feel the love,” Colby said somewhat sarcastically.
“Did Z bring you your chocolate?” Jason asked.
“Of course he did,” said Colby.
“He really is a nice man, a caring man. I have a lot of respect for him. I hope it won’t hurt him to find out about us,” said Jason.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Colby said. “I think he might suspect at times, but he doesn’t know. I shouldn’t invite you to any more of our morning workouts, I’m sorry to say.”
“I understand completely,” said Jason. “I’ll be headed back to Earth in two and a half years. Zach and others that follow will be your permanent relationships and fathers of your children. In the meantime, I’m happy to serve as your convenient and fun spice on the side, Colby Lincoln.”
“Well, Jason Tyler,” said Colby, “time to spice me. Mamma is very horny.” She opened Jason’s towel and took his sizable penis into her mouth. Because of Jason’s short stature, it looked huge!
Colby worked on Jason’s penis for some time while also masturbating herself. This was different from Zach's lovemaking with Colby, which was just the opposite. He usually went down on her, and this generally made him so excited, he wanted to go straight to penetration after she was satisfied with her oral.
When Jason was hard, the couple lay on their side. Jason spooned Colby and slipped his cock into her from behind. At the moment Jason entered her, Colby moaned a slightly different tone than Zach had ever heard from her.
Zach, beating furiously to the video, orgasmed explosively and ejaculated all over his study floor. He continued to watch Colby with Jason. Now she was cumming a second time in as many minutes.
The couple’s position made room for Colby’s rapidly swelling belly. Jason’s cock was plenty big and long to reach deep in this position. In contrast, obviously Zach couldn’t just lay on Colby, but he never did anyway. He held himself off. So Zach and Colby still fucked from the front.
Jason continued to fuck Colby spoon fashion to her great enjoyment. He went on and on, lasting far longer than Zach usually did. In contrast, Zach popped off a lot and did it many times. He knew as he got older, he’d probably perform more like Jason. Colby seemed to be greatly enjoying the contrast in their two physiologies.
Zach ran the video forward. There was an hour in this position with Colby cumming every couple of minutes. She was a hot, wanton little strumpet for Jason. New love was very exciting. It was hard for anyone to compete with the novel feel of that new dick or pussy.
Then Jason started to get close and switched positions. Colby stayed on her side as before. Jason picked up one of her legs and straddled her on top. This gave Jason a lot of depth and leverage while keeping Colby and her big baby belly nice and cozy.
Jason pumped faster and faster, with greater and greater excitement. He tensed, snarled out a massive orgasm, and ejaculated deep into Colby’s womb. It was visceral, what the man felt in Colby that excited him so. He saw Jason’s ass muscles tense and pump as he unloaded in her. The scene was so familiar, and yet unknown to Zach. He had to admit it was very beautiful.
Beautiful also was their aftermath together. They kissed and touched and stroked each other. Jason rubbed Colby’s tummy and said to it, touchingly, “You’re going to have such a great life, little one. You’ll have such a great mommy and daddy on a new planet. It’ll be the greatest adventure ever. I’m just telling you now, we won’t be sympathetic when you say you’re bored. Not ever.”
Then Jason kissed Colby’s belly again and kissed her mouth passionately. He dressed in his clothes and left with his towel over one arm. What a class act. Colby was completely cared for here. Zach was envious of Jason. Zach wasn’t envious that Jason had enjoyed her instead of himself, though clearly he had. She wasn’t anyone’s possession in any case. Zach was envious of how good a job Jason had done showing her a great time. Zach was intimidated by how good a lover Jason was.
He erased the video from the camera’s memory, the only copy, and returned to bed with Anming. It had been morally wrong to record the video and peep on the lovers. Zach wasn’t sure what the impact on his psychology would be.
He’d been excited watching their coupling, very excited. Knowing Colby, it was so interesting and exciting to see her with another man. It was too bad he couldn’t remove the intimidation factor.
Zach knew Colby must see fine qualities in him that he didn’t see himself. It was up to others to choose to be with him. And Colby was a keeper. She was finding positive, by indications empowering, ways to live with the open marriage thing. Enriching even, he’d have to say. That had to be a positive thing for all concerned.
Then why did he feel so rotten?
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That afternoon, Anming caught Zach at a bad moment. “What is troubling you so much today, my husband, my Zachary?” Concerned, she grabbed his face in her two hands and touched and rubbed him lovingly.
“I... uh,” he stammered. He didn’t want to tell the truth, but he needed to stick close to the truth. It was all about Colby’s rejection of him. “It’s just that I asked Colby if I could visit her several nights back. She texted back that she was tired. People get tired, especially pregnant women, I get that. But then she promised to be ready for me again by our next week together. Our next week together! That’s nearly three weeks from now! I can’t relax when she doesn’t want me-”
Anming scowled upon hearing this. She leaped up and left the galley without another word. Zach didn’t like the look of this. He chased after her.
Anming found Colby on the floor of Control Room B with the components of the backup Precession Suppression System, or PSS. Colby saw Anming stomping down the corridor at her and said, “What’s got you in a ruffle?”
“You neglect husband!” Anming fumed. She was so pissed, she was forgetting grammar.
“What? What?” startled Colby. She addressed Zach, who had skidded up behind Anming. “Tell her I’m here for you any time, baby.”
Anming continued, “You say sick! Reject three weeks!” Wow, she was angry.
“You misunderstand,” said Colby, trying to lower the temperature. “You misunderstood me, baby,” she told Zach very innocently.
“You say?!” Anming challenged.
“I said I’d see him during our next week together,” Colby admitted. “I didn’t mean I wouldn’t take him if he needed me. I’m always available for that.” She looked over Anming’s shoulder at Zach. “Tell her, baby.”
Anming was calming down. “How is he supposed to take such a remark if he only lives to please and satisfy you?”
“Well, I-” Colby stammered.
“Whenever Colleen strays, our husband is calm and fulfilled,” Anming said.
“Anming, we’re not having this conversation,” Colby warned.
“Whenever Berte and Aanya sleep with their gentlemen, our husband is happy for them,” said Anming.
“Don’t do this with me. I’m warning you, Anming,” said Colby. She locked eyes with Zach. “Okay, right here and now, if I’m so neglecting you.” She pulled down her stretch pants and panties, kicked off her flats, and spread right there on the deck. She was wet and ready. She’d been thinking of her next dose of Jason. By the look of it, hadn’t showered from the previous.
Zach crawled on all fours to get a close whiff and taste of Colby’s offered holes. “No baby,” she warned him. “This is for you. I want you inside me now.” Colby looked pleading.
As he shucked his pants, Zach had a moment to think. Was it his intention all along to punish Colby, shame her? Did he want to shame her for doing what he and Colleen had begged her to do? Of course not.
He left her dignity intact, as intact as being fucked on the deck of the control room could leave it. He loomed over her, grabbed her legs wide, and speared her messy dripping snatch. “Ohuff!” she exclaimed. It was always a punch for her to adjust to him, especially when he was this forceful.
“You were thinking of me darling,” Zach lied. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I was gonna call, baby,” Colby lied. “I’m in the middle of work.”
Zach fucked Colby hard on the floor while Anming watched with frustration. He was trying to finish so that they could all leave this awkward situation. He looked at Colby, desired her. She was distracted and doing this to prove a point, distant. He didn’t care, he still loved her with every single piece of himself. What was he going to do? As he got close in her and felt a oneness soul to soul despite the circumstances, he burst into tears. He couldn’t bear losing her. Colby became genuinely worried at his state and stroked her hands on him as he worked in her. She cooed, “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you baby. Everything is going to be heaven. I’m right here, sweet darling. Always here what you need...”
Zach strained into her. His orgasm gripped him. Tears and snot flew. He was bawling, desolate. It was not pretty. He unloaded his hot cargo, and Colby purred. She had handled him, handled the situation. The dangerous conversation had been derailed. He knew this, and he didn’t care. Even under these crazy circumstances, in the aftermath, buried in her slick tight quim, he was at peace.
Anming said pointedly to Colby, “Even though a man never sees, he knows.” It sounded like a cryptic random bit of Eastern philosophy. Zach knew it was Anming scolding Colby for what in Anming’s mind was an inexcusable infidelity. He didn’t want that. It would just sour Colby on their open marriage faster, push her away quicker. He had really screwed this up. Matters were getting worse. He was becoming a burden to Colby.
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On Monday, Kumbha the sixteenth, two things happened. Colleen’s baby started kicking, and Zach moved to the graveyard shift to be with Berte and Aanya. Feeling Colleen’s baby move made his day. Colleen was ecstatic.
At 10 AM, instead of starting his day watch, he joined Berte for what was effectively her evening relaxation period. She was in her study working on a new fuckspace that would go outside the bubble. “Just finishing up,” she said, because she needed her hands to work.
“Don’t hurry on my account,” said Zach. “Be satisfied with your work. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”
Berte giggled. “You Americans and your perverse national units of measurement.”
“They’re a source of national pride,” said Zach. “If Alexander Graham Bell couldn’t get us to switch to metric, nobody can.”
“Who’s he?” asked Berte idly.
“You don’t know?” Zach said. “He’s the inventor of the telephone.”
“Johann Philipp Reis invented the telephone,” said Berte.
“What, who?” asked Zach.
“Look it up,” said Berte.
Zach did. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“Americans!” said Berte. “Give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile- hah hah!” Big belly laugh from her, delighted, Zach assumed, by the weird units.
“Are you done?” asked Zach.
“Done enough,” said Berte. “I’m all talked out. I’m on my last mile- pfffft! Hah!” She led him by the hand to Cabin B3. This was Ethan and Aiden’s assigned quarters. She shared it with Aiden while Ethan slept with Aanya.
“Where is Aiden going to sleep?” asked Zach.
“I have something special planned for him this week,” Berte texted and giggled. “Colette is going to make him her bitch.”
“Oh no!” said Zach. They laughed. Berte pushed him onto the bed, fell on him, and kissed him.
She straddled him and worked her thumbs. She texted, “I have plans for you too, slave of the week.” She tittered. Her phone now said everything she texted so he didn’t have to have his phone handy to read it. The machine voice was a sexy female voice, but not Berte’s.
Rubbing his belly with her nethers through their clothes in a rocking motion, she continued. “Yes, Alexis and Colette sat down with Aiden and me. They got a sense of him, so they can wow him this week, not terrorize him. Then we kicked him out and thought up plenty of surprises. They’re going to videotape some of it so I can watch it and masturbate. Then they’re going to videotape THAT and show it to Aiden in bits and pieces as a reward. Especially the parts where I cum watching him get handled by other women.”
“Why do you need rewards for Aiden?” asked Zach. He was getting stiff and desperate from the slow and steady rubbing she was doing through their clothes.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Berte texted and giggled. It was clear that was all she’d disclose.
“I’m getting pretty desperate for you, sweetheart,” Zach said.
“All right, just fine,” Berte said. She stood up and yanked down her stretch pants and panties. She sat and planted her moistening bare vulva on Zach’s mouth with a sigh. “Work it!” she grunted, giving her haunches a little twist to seat herself properly on his mouth.
She texted, “I hear that our fearless commander finally tried Jason on for size. She had a pretty satisfied look on her face. Woof! It was about time! I tried some of that juicy dark meat early on! I know he’s really old and stuff, but he’s such a caring lover. He reminds me of you and Ben. I think it confused him how much I loved sucking his cock. Is it a relief to have some help on the day shift, my love?”
“Mmph,” Zach offered, mouth full of Berte’s rocking, sliding nether lips and clitoris. It was just as well. Relief wasn’t the word, and he didn’t want to get into it.
“Colby’s looking pleased of late,” Berte texted. “I can imagine her guiltily going back and forth between the two of you,” Berte thrilled. Excitement quivered in her loins. “White meat! Dark meat! White meat! Dark meat! Woof!” Her thumbs stopped and her hands flew down to grab his hair and yank it toward her snatch. She orgasmed hard on his tongue and sucking lips. “UUNGH!” She splashed her yummy juices all over his face.
Quivering atop her Zach mouth saddle, Berte resumed her texting. “So happy that Michaela’s finally knocked up. Good job, Zach! We were all pretty worried. I figured her baby hotel had just plain seen too many tenants. I don’t know if that’s a thing.”
“Mmph,” said Zach, offering his expert medical opinion.
“Aiden and I don’t understand each other at all. That’s okay, because we just stick to the sex. We get along great as sex buddies,” texted Berte. “I like a man whose weight can press me down as he fucks me, woof! He’s good for when you’re not around, because we all keep you pretty busy, I know. Max was the best with the weight. Woof! What a monster! Hang on-” Berte paused her thumbs. “Mwaaahah!!” She shook out an orgasm on Zach’s face.
She sighed and continued. “But Max is like that painting that grabs your attention in the art museum. You know if you had it at home, it would soon become a tedious annoyance. You’re just the right amount of woof for me, Zach. Maybe it’s about that first time when you took my virginity. It was so overwhelming! It was better than I’d ever dreamed! It was because you understood me. You and Ben are the great ones at that. Mmm, Ben.” She stopped then and whimpered, shook, quivered. She was unloading, getting her thoughts and emotions out. Things she wanted to confide to him.
Berte resumed brightly, “And the other thing about Max is he lasted forever! Some girls like that I guess, though I can’t imagine why. I like a man who responds to me. Who shoots his cum excitedly when I love him good. Scout was good at that. So excitable! And you’re good at the coming again and again part. And then waking up at night again and again and splooging in me again! Looking forward-” She stopped. “Nnnnnghh!” She groaned and orgasmed on his mouth with a satisfied twist.
“More than any man, you exhaust me, which is wonderful! At the end of our weeks, I’m exhausted! I’m bowlegged and feeling like I never want to see a dick again, which is perfect! And you understand me like Ben. I feel so blessed that our love is so perfect. With Aiden, it’s very fun fucking, but with us, it’s lovemaking, like you said. I feel less alone when we do it.”
Berte put down her phone. “Okay, now!” she said. She pulled down Zach’s scrubs and boxer briefs to his thighs with his help. Then, mouth watering, she gobbled and throated his rigid hard-on excitedly. She picked up her phone again and texted, “Cum for me Zach! Release in my throat, lover! Splooge in my slutty throat!” She could text without even looking at her thumbs or the screen.
Zach was not tracking much of that. “AAAAUUUGH!!” He wailed out his release, sending splash after splash down Berte’s throat.
“Aaah!” Berte showed Zach his last few squirts of product rolling around on her tongue. She then swallowed them down as well with a big smile. “Okay!” she said happily, and carefully opened and stretched her tiny but extremely slippery and ready puss firmly down onto him. She started excitedly riding him, her phone on his chest. She resumed her texting. “After three weeks of mostly Aiden, woof! You hurt so good! Mmm yes. You know when you have me the couple times a week you do? The sting of it distracts me for a day. Reminds me I’m your little wife, lover. Brings back vividly whatever shout you made when you did the damage in me. Woof!”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” said Zach, now that he could talk. “It’s good to hear you think of me. I think of you, too, as you know. Not too many days ever go by before I wake up with a visceral need for you gripping me. Sometimes it’s so hard to wait from the morning until you’re available.”
“Sometimes I miss us all in bed together,” texted Berte. "But it’s not so much that I’d give up this concentrated time with you. I’m a fan of just the two of us. Look at Ayana and Khushi, the fireworks between those two! Ayana, mmm. I admit, I like to get some regular head from her. Her tongue is the best! I think it’s her dedication to pussies along with having one herself. Anyway, when she has me down there, spread and panting and all hot, she keeps trying to get Khushi to tag in and taste me. But Khushi resists. I think she’s trying to make a point with Ayana about her need for men, but let's be honest, for you. She’s trying not to muddle that argument by tasting all the pussies Ayana offers her.
But when Khushi gets all bothered on Ayana’s tongue, Ayana has pushed my head in there after hers a few times now. Khushi doesn’t say no then! In fact, she orgasms like a filthy lesbian slut on my tongue, on my little baby kisses. But you already know Khushi’s a filthy lesbian slut, don’t you Zach?” She paused her texting and her ride to orgasm on his cock with a moan. He felt her vagina thrash slickly at one second intervals as she orgasmed, thrash, thrash, thrash.
“Uh-huh,” Zach moaned. His brain was not working.
Berte resumed her texting while driving. “And Alexis, don’t get me started! What a slut! She’s always trying to rope me into a foursome with her nightly fuck buddies Charisse and Mateo. I keep telling her it’s too many women! Unless it’s you, Zach, give me a break. They’re going to kill the man. I think she’s trying to make sure she ropes in plenty of strange for Mateo. She thinks if she doesn’t, he’ll wander off elsewhere. Yeah, innocent new girls for that pair to pin down and spread for Mateo. Let him have his filthy way.” Berte paused to orgasm, “Uunghh!”
Berte’s hips and thumbs resumed. “And Alexis is always asking me to throw some abuse of Colette into my day. She says she likes I’m not hung up about it. I’m not averse to dropping by and whizzing on her every once in a while. They always have a plastic sheet ready. Sometimes it’s simpler than using the head. It’s getting crowded now that everyone’s out of the bubble, LOL. I don’t get it, but I believe Colette gets something out of it. Don’t whiz on me, Zach. It’s not for me. Save your pee for Colette. Or Charisse! What a filthy slut. I love her so much. She makes me giggle. She likes men, but she’s willing to teach me anything. She’s being a good friend. Speaking, or I suppose texting of friends. I thought Aanya and I were going to get a lot more time to chill on this trip. We’re ostensible roomies and all. But she’s always under Ethan, or you I suppose, and I’m always under Aiden or you. Work, work, work!”
Here, Berte chuckled, still rocking her hips. “Aanya really took the thing with Aarav very hard, Zach. I hated to see her cry about that. I’m glad she made up so well with Khushi. I wanted to hide when I heard about that part. I don’t like people being angry with each other. And speaking of angry, Anming’s been getting upset about my potty mouth. I try to be less filthy around her, like saying ‘cooch’ instead of ‘cunt.’ She doesn’t seem to appreciate it, though. Now think of her, our shy devoted flower, succumbing to the allure of Jason. That huge fat black member stretching open her slick tight Asian cunt. Wouldn’t that be something to see? Her whimpers of delight and guilt as she orgasms shamelessly. Woof!” At this point, Berte paused to orgasm with a moan. Zach ejaculated hard up into her pulsing snatch with an “UUUUNH!”
Berte purred and laid down on Zach’s chest, and texted. “Does the thought of Jason’s valiant black dong ravaging Anming’s pussy really make you squirt? Or is it just me?”
Zach decided to be honest. “As a fantasy, it’s hot. In reality, I’m not sure I could cope.”
“I don’t understand,” texted Berte. “Jason is a dreamboat. Anming deserves a good railing more than anybody. She’s lived through so much ugly stuff. Why wouldn’t you be happy for her, like you are for me when I get laid?”
“I don’t know,” said Zach. “I’d like to react the same with Colby and Anming as I do with you other wives. I wanted you and Aanya to reach out and experience the wide world while you had a chance. For Colleen, I think it was always understood between us that she’d sample other men occasionally. I'm not sure why I feel differently about Colby. She's so upset about the non-monogamy, it seems like it would be self-destructive behavior for her. To be honest, I was uncomfortable about open marriage as well early on. I guess I still am, or I wouldn’t be having mental problems regarding Colby and Anming. It hurts me just thinking about it, much less the reality.”
Berte abruptly jumped to her feet. Cum splashed liberally on his belly and on the bed she shared with Aiden. She spoke to him, “I’ve gotta pee. No, a BM! Be right back!” She threw on his scrub shirt, which was like an ultra miniskirt for her, and fled out the cabin door.
Zach found a towel that looked like it already had some dried Berte and Aiden on it. He wiped himself off. It seemed Berte had hit a social snag, like after the first time they’d made love. Of course! She must know that Colby was railing Jason. Berte had realized Zach didn’t know about this. Secrets made her vastly uncomfortable. For all he knew, Jason or somebody else was railing Anming as well. He understood how that would be unpleasant for Berte to contain. He’d just said he didn’t know whether he could cope with such news. That was an extreme emotion for him.
Zach’s phone beeped, and he fetched it out of his pants. It was Berte. “I sampled all of them. But now I feel bad, like I hurt you.”
Zach texted back, “No, doll, your intentions were clear at our first meeting with them. If I’d been upset by your behavior then, I would have told you. I asked you to go after men for your own edification. The mining crew wasn’t excluded from that. No surprise here. No hurt.”
“Then why is there hurt with Colby and Anming?”
“There isn’t any hurt. They haven’t done anything as far as I know.” Zach was lying in Colby’s case.
“I don’t want to be involved in your relationships with our other wives,” texted Berte. “This is the part I thought would be hard, and it is.”
“You don’t have to be a part of it,” texted Zach. “Let’s leave them out of it. This week is about you and me. Let me solve my own relationship problems with them. I don’t need your help. Come back. I miss you. That’s our current relationship problem.”
Berte texted, “You understand, I won’t talk about them. I won’t answer any questions about them.”
“It’s better not to gossip,” texted Zach.
“I’m learning that,” texted Berte.
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The day shift awakened to the news that electronic copies had arrived of Aarav Acharya’s tell-all bestseller. It recounted his torrid affair with Aanya and his torrid fling with Khushi. On first peek, the book was wildly inaccurate. It represented that both women were hopelessly in love with him and catfighting over him to this day.
(To be continued)
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74: Tuesday Kumbha 17, 231 1100 hours OST: Steely-Eyed Missile Moms
Colby texted Zach and called him when he didn’t respond right away. “Considering what happened, we need to stay closer, baby. I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault,” said Zach. “When we’re apart, I miss you so terribly. I should never have told Anming what you said. But she was worried about my sad disposition. I didn’t want to lie to her.”
“It’s my fault,” said Colby. “My words to you were poorly chosen. Sometimes I feel like, carrying this child, I’ll never have any energy again. I love our baby, though. Don’t get me wrong. And the fucker waits until I’m half asleep and then wham, right in the kidney. We’ll have to have a conversation about that once they come out. Seems they got your annoying sense of humor.”
Zach chuckled, “That is a problem.” Then he was more serious, “What happened on the deck, I felt like I needed to do it to end the… controversy. Don’t get me wrong, every part of me needed you badly. But I don’t want you to ever feel the need to just handle me. I don’t want your pity.”
“Zach, Zach!” Colby insisted. “What are you talking about?! I was daydreaming about you. I was hot for you. I was juicy for you. I told you that at the time. You saw it yourself. I was going to call you. It’s just that I had the aux PSS out all over the deck.”
Zach knew she was probably lying about who she’d been daydreaming about, but maybe not. It wasn’t like she was done with him. It wasn’t like she didn’t love him anymore. He sighed. “I’m sorry I felt like you were pitying me. I’ll try not to think that way. It’s just our different love languages messing me up again.”
“I’m calling because you haven’t been calling me,” said Colby. “I want you between my legs often, my lover. But I’m also trying to get enough rest so I can handle this giant baby you put in me. So I want to know every day when you give me chocolate when we’re going to get together and do it next. We’ll have plans all the time, do you get me, mister?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Zach.
“But let’s plan. Don’t come waking me up spontaneously in the middle of the night just now,” Colby added. “I need my baby sleep. You understand, baby.”
“I understand,” said Zach. He understood it paved the way for Colby to sleep with Jason all night instead of worrying about Zach. Zach was hurt emotionally, but thought it was a good thing. He didn’t want to be something feared and avoided. He wanted to give them the space to do what they were going to do anyway, but resisting him less.
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Later that week, near the start of their sleep cycle together, Berte was riding Zach slowly, lovingly, and sexily. There was frantic knocking on the hatch. “Come in!” shouted Berte.
Anming sprang into the room and blanched. She was glued to the spot with one hand over her mouth in shock. “M-my husband, my darling fellow wife, this one is abject-”
“What’s going on, Anming?” asked Berte.
“I can return later...” Anming insisted.
“Tell me pretty please,” Berte insisted.
“My baby is moving,” Anming confided tearfully.
“Bring that belly over here!” insisted Berte, still riding Zach and taking his dick deep.
With embarrassment, Anming sidled up to the bed.
Berte reached out and felt Anming’s belly with one hand and her own with the other. “They’re both kicking!” Berte smiled. “Feel, Zach!”
Zach put a hand on each belly. Sure enough, whomps on Berte’s belly. Her baby was older. Definite bloops from Anming’s belly. Strong for some first kicks.
“I know why my kid is excited! Ahhhhh!” whimpered Berte, as she settled and orgasmed with Anming’s and Zach’s hands on her.
That was all Zach could take. “OHHHH!” he shouted, liberally seasoning Berte’s pussy with spunk. Anming cringed further, seeing such an intimate moment between the two.
A moment of quiet passed, feeling the babies whomp and bloop. “I’m so happy,” Zach moaned. “I love you so much. Both of you.”
Berte said, “You should fuck her now, Zach. You’ve only splooged the one time so far since lunch. You can go again right away and give Anming’s baby a nice warm punch right back.”
“Oh no, my fellow wife,” argued Anming. “It is your week to bear the incredible burden of our husband’s ardor. You must suffer mortifying orgasms as he explores your dirty holes however he desires with his tongue and mouth. You must take his virile penis again and again in your dirty holes or mouth as he requires. You must suffer many more mortifying orgasms as he thereby prongs you to satisfy his delight. You must take his hot floods of semen...”
Anming abruptly ended her description of Berte’s wifely duties. She pulled her Capri pants and panties off over her flats. She lay on her back on the bed next to them. She covered face with her hands, spread her legs out and up, presenting her holes, and gritted her teeth.
“Go get her Zach!” cried Berte. “I get to feel her baby during and watch the dismount at the end.”
“Please, I beg you, close the hatch,” Anming whimpered through her hands.
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Zach’s week with Aanya began on Monday, Kumbha 23. At the 10 AM end of their graveyard watch, he found her in Hydroponics Bay B2. He walked quietly up behind her and grabbed her off her feet, spilling a few plants. “No, I’m not done yet!” she cried. That was her workaholic talking.
Mock-raping Aanya when she was great with child like this presented a unique set of challenges. Zach went down on one knee and laid the captured woman on her back on the deck. He grabbed an ankle and yanked her panties off with the other hand. He held her up by one leg as he rained down spanks on her brown bubble butt. The blows were hard enough to sting and make an awful noise, but they were harmless. He had learned that pinking up her cheeks like this helped her get moist and excited for the mock-rape.
Zach carried Aanya tummy down by her wrists and ankles and walked antispinward toward her cabin at B1. “Zach, for heaven’s sake- ow!” In the light Martian gravity, this didn’t really hurt her. It just looked like it should.
Zach said, “Are you done for the day? Or do you want me to tie your legs apart in the storage area again? Leave you for anyone to find?”
“You wouldn’t dare you r-. You very bad man!” Colleen had made it clear that shouts of rape were unacceptable in the open areas of the ship.
“Ethan all cleared out?” asked Zach.
“Yes,” Aanya replied.
Zach threw open the door of the cabin Aanya normally shared with Ethan. He threw Aanya down on her back, panties around ankles, onto the bed and shut and locked the hatch.
“RAPE!” Aanya screamed in the airtight privacy. Zach pounced on her and placed her ass up and face down on the bed. There was plenty of room for the baby in between. He pulled out his cock and spread a little lube from the bedside on it. He stabbed the length of his penis into her tiny pucker. This elicited from her something between a groan and a cry. He pumped away joyously.
Aanya struggled and cried, giving herself a lot of tension toward her orgasm. She climaxed with an animal sound as Zach continued to enjoy her tight anus. As she continued to squirm and fight, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply. “You rape me!” she moaned. He put his other hand on her throat and choked her. Her hips bucked as the asphyxiation hit her. He released it and she orgasmed again.
As Zach’s orgasm hit him, he pulled out and sprayed the back of her dress with his semen. He left her that way and went to Head B1 next door to wash off his penis.
A few minutes later, Zach plunked himself down next to Aanya on her bed. She was still resting on her knees and face, basking in the afterglow, his cum soaking through her dress.
“So where is Ethan staying this week?” Zach asked.
“Colette’s got him,” said Aanya.
“Oh no!” said Zach.
“Yes, she promised not to break him,” said Aanya.
“She’d better not,” said Zach. “We don’t have any spares.”
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Berte confronted Colleen in Control Room A in an uproar, “What do you mean we skip Saturdays!”
Colleen was taken aback by Berte’s vehemence. She replied calmly, “It’s only three Saturdays over the whole year. A year that’s twice the length of Earth’s year. It’s four Saturdays only every ten years.”
“But my cartoons!” Berte whimpered. “Sitting in my jammies in the morning! Forgetting the world because it’s the weekend! Gone! Ripped away from me!”
Colleen argued, “But we work every day-”
“It’s the thought!” Berte growled, cutting her off. “The feeling! The expectation that every week, I’ll have my Saturday!”
Aanya stormed in right behind Berte. “You strumpets are ones to complain! While you all get full weeks with Zachary, I lose a whole day and night! A night where he would have forced me and spanked me and raped me and choked me and fucked me! Give me that Saturday back, why don’t you!!”
"Aanya," scolded Colleen, "We've talked about not saying that word in the public areas of the ship."
"I don't care!" shot back Aanya, incensed. "Rape-rape-rape-rape-rape! I NEED BACK my DAY of Zachary's CHOKES and SPANKS and DICK in my HOLES, RAPING ME HARD!"
"Mock-rape," begged Colleen, palm to face in aggravation, "please at least say mock-rape."
"Rape-rape-rape-rape-rape!" shouted Aanya.
"Cartoons!" whined Berte in harmony. "Flannel long johns with back doors!"
Thus, the holiday of Saturday Week was born. It would fall every Martian year on the first week of Pisces. The entire week through the following Saturday would be treated as much like Saturday as possible. Everyone would call every day Saturday. If they had to be more specific to avoid confusion, they would say “the Saturday replacing Monday” or the like.
To assuage Berte, and because it was fun, she got to wear her jammies everywhere, even while on duty. Her boyfriend Aiden and husband Zach loved this part of the celebration. It meant they could bend her over, unsnap her back door, and have her at a moment’s notice. Other crew could join in the wearing of this traditional festive garment. Many did for at least a day or two. A lot of back doors were unsnapped that week.
Cartoons were shown every morning in Recreation A. Both crews were encouraged to drop by and watch at least one or two. These were graveyard watch mornings, so from 10 PM to 2 AM.
It also meant that all of a sudden, Aanya’s time as Zach’s official wife got extended by a whole week. Ethan looked only mildly upset at this news as Colette led him away by his choke collar.
It also pushed back Colby’s week of sleeping with Zach. He saw that Colby tried not to look overjoyed at the prospect of an extra week of honeymooning with Jason. Zach completely understood the thrill and urgency of new love intellectually. He had to calm down. It didn’t mean that she didn’t still love him just as much. It seemed to him she truly looked forward to and loved their times together. He was confident she wasn’t faking her many orgasms with him. In fact, she seemed juicier, more sanguine, juxtaposed between “white meat” and “dark meat” as Berte had crudely suggested. That should be enough for him. He knew that for Colby, it wasn’t the sex anyway, or not mostly. Jason was a charming, fun, erudite man to hang out with. Having a more regular sexual and sleeping partner available to her than Zach was just an extra benefit.
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At the end of nearly two weeks of sex as rough, passionate, and surprising as Zach could conceive, Aanya was still not done with the mock-rape game. She also now allowed him to give her significant aftercare where he would bathe and massage her. She in turn gave him as much regular cuddling, kissing, and romantic lovemaking as he wanted.
He tried to mix it up some, but reliably he would mock-rape her in the middle of her morning bathroom routine. He would also mock-rape her near the end of every workday, sometimes bringing ropes, gags, and toys. The rest of their lovemaking, which he tended to enjoy more, was tender and passionate.
He did enjoy how much she relished a good mock-rape. She wanted to be overpowered and thereby relieved of guilt for enjoying the perverse play involved. She wanted it to be rough and passionate, not the sedate coercion of her actual rape. Humiliation or embarrassment wasn’t a turn-on for her. It was really the being controlled and the rough play that did it for her.
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On Pisces 9, Zach transitioned back to the day shift and took his place with Colby in their bed. They had been having urgent daily sex, some of the best sex they’d ever had. It was almost as if she was trying to convince him of her loyalty. Or perhaps she was trying to convince herself that her life with two men was best for her.
That very afternoon at 2 PM, Colleen gathered both crews in the bubble for a talk about their future on Mars. Mateo piloted the ship and was in attendance by video.
“NASA has always planned for us to strive for self-sufficiency. However, that approach is dangerous. Despite NASA’s well-meaning, our survival won’t be a national priority if it comes down to it. If we pour all our energies into broadening our production base, we’ll still likely fail to be able to produce key failing components in our colony. And will Earth spend the money to supply these? It’s certainly not in their economic benefit to do so.”
“I don’t think NASA has faced this issue squarely yet. We all have to, because our lives are on the line. Given our lives are on the line, we have a unique perspective. I think this unique perspective has yielded exciting new choices. I believe these choices put us in a far superior position compared to NASA’s plans.”
“I’d like to thank many of our crew that contributed to this plan. Colby, with her wealth and entrepreneurial skills is key to the plan's success, as you’ll see. Alexis and Colette have contributed phenomenally to our thinking. And many of you others here and there. You know who you are.” Zach didn’t. He’d been out of the loop on this.
“We propose a course of action that focuses not on self sufficiency, but on profit. Why profit? With wealth, we can buy and stock more necessary key components. We can buy or build our own spacecraft to transport those components. Colby has freely offered her vast wealth to the Colony.” There was clapping and cheering for Colby at this announcement.
Colby said, “It has been clearly shown that in a peaceful society as we hope ours to be, by default the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Eventually, this leads to instability and collapse if not corrected. I didn’t want to hasten our colony’s instability by having me and my progeny own the vast majority of the colony’s wealth. So I’m giving it away, all of it, to all of us. It’s an investment in a profitable future for all of us and our children ad infinitum.” There was more clapping and cheering for Colby. Zach had never been prouder of her. What kind of ovaries did this take? Big brass ones.
“If we’re unanimous in our decisions today, we can begin construction of our own excursion vehicles on Earth and our own interplanetary vehicles in Earth orbit. We’ll all own equal shares in the company owning these ships, our own transport company. That’s the transfer of wealth I’m proposing. We can incorporate and begin construction this month, which is not a moment too soon. That’s why it’s important for us to have this talk and these votes now, today.”
“We’ll charge ten million dollars for a round trip to Mars. Vacation expense for the two years on Mars is another ten million dollars. The total is twenty million dollars per person. That’s about 50% profit, a reasonable margin. With our new interplanetary vehicles, I project we’ll net in the area of two billion dollars per voyage. The tourism business will not be our most profitable business. But it is an essential business, as you’ll hear in the rest of this talk. Back to you, Colleen.”
Colleen said, “In the early years, mining will be by far our most profitable business. Luckily, we have two of Earth’s finest geologists to talk to us about our, heh, prospects. Take it away, girls.”
“First of all, let me explain Colette’s appearance,” said Alexis. “It’s extremely difficult for Colette to speak of her regular accomplishments in regular circumstances. She's been trained well to be businesslike in normal businesslike situations. This is not a normal business situation, as you'll soon discover. Today, I'm requiring her to own her accomplishment. This will be extremely difficult for her, even in front of a crowd as forgiving as us. And her accomplishments have been extraordinary.” She hit Colette hard across the ass with a leather belt. “Haven’t they, you little shit?”
“Whatever you say, mistress,” said Colette meekly.
“So please forgive our unusual presentation,” continued Alexis. “Tell them your biggest little secret, doll. I’m ordering you.”
“No, mistress, I can’t,” Colette wailed.
“I’ll turn you up until you do,” said Alexis. She worked a control in her hand, and Zach heard a buzzing he hadn’t noticed before. “It would help humiliate Colette if you all would clap, hoot, catcall, whatever, whenever she orgasms.”
Colette whimpered, “No… mistress… UGH!” The crews erupted in cheers. Zach yelled, “You came like a dirty slut!”
“Very well… HNNNH… rubies… AHHHHH,” Colette managed.
“How many rubies did you find, you worthless whore?” Alexis asked.
“At least twenty five kilograms… AH! So far…” Colette squeaked.
“And how much are rubies worth, my sweet?” asked Alexis.
“I caaaan’t!” wailed Colette. Alexis viciously whipped her with the belt and turned up the vibrator control.
“Obey my order, slave!” Alexis yelled in her ear.
“TEN MILLION DOLLARS A GRAM!” Colette shrieked, and then rolled up in a ball and burst into tears. Alexis turned the vibrator down.
“That’s a quarter of a trillion dollars worth she’s found so far, for those of you who are bad at math,” said Alexis. “And that price won’t go down. Natural rubies are preferred in industrial lasers, all kinds of uses.”
That got some applause for Colette. Zach yelled, “Colette’s our favorite worthless cunt!”
“That’s wealth that will be owned by our company,” interjected Colby. “Our own ships will transport it back to Earth. It’s dangerous to place wealth like that into NASA’s or anybody else’s hands for safekeeping. This is another reason why we need to own our own spacecraft. Nobody will even know about this cargo until it’s safely on Earth in the hands of our trusted brokers.”
“You’re a good little toilet,” Alexis cooed gently to Colette, grabbing her by the ankle and bringing her close. “You please us. We’re willing to keep you. Now tell the nice people about some of your lesser finds.”
From behind her hands covering her face, Colette said, “Well, there’s Palladium, thousands of kilograms of it so far. It’s worth three hundred and fifty dollars a gram.”
“Palladium is used as a catalyst in a number of devices, most notably the carbon capture devices stabilizing Earth’s greenhouse effect,” Colby explained.
“And there’s Rhodium at three hundred dollars a gram...” The list went on and on of all the valuable mineral deposits Alexis and Colette had found.
In the end, the colony crew adopted the resolutions. The mining crew was paid handsomely to not disclose or interfere with their plans.
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Soon, it was Friday Pisces 13.
“Every month has a Friday the thirteenth!” Berte lamented.
At around 9 AM, the Interplanetary Vehicle lurched like it had been hit by an earthquake. Something was dreadfully wrong.
Berte was piloting the Interplanetary Vessel from Control A. It was an hour from the end of her watch. Aiden was there with her, trying to engage her in a flirtatious conversation she was not having. The vessel shook, and all kinds of alarms went off. Aiden fell out of his chair and sat on the floor in shock. “Close that pressure door!” She shouted to him. She activated the ship-wide address system, “Hull breach! Close your pressure doors! Hull breach!”
In the bubble, Michaela heard a bang, and her ears popped. Even before Berte’s voice came over the PA, she fumbled for the emergency adhesive patch. She used it to seal the bubble’s squeeze-through doorway airtight from the rest of the core. Once sealed, she looked up the radial arms and saw that Radial Arm B2 had received a serious hypervelocity impact. Based on the size of the exit hole, she figured it had been a carbonaceous meteorite that had disintegrated. That’s why the exit hole was much bigger than the entrance hole. The entrance hole wasn’t even visible from her perspective.
“Michaela, what’s your status?” Berte cried out over Michaela’s emergency phone channel.
“Okay for now,” Michaela answered cooly. She had always expected to die in space anyway. “Bubble airtight seal holding. Damage to Radial Arm B2. Looks like significant meteorite impact. Exit hole perhaps twenty, thirty centimeters in diameter. Hard vacuum now throughout core, no doubt. Lost some air from bubble before patch. Have perhaps couple hours before air in bubble too stale for life. Nice knowing you. Should have known better than to get pregnant.”
“Hang in there,” said Berte. “We’ll rescue you.” She adjusted the belly of her space suit. Being the pilot of the ship this duty cycle, she’d brought it with her. Aiden didn’t have his, but that was okay. Control A led to Radial Arm Bay A1, which doubled as an airlock.
“Have no choice,” said Michaela. “Will hang.”
“Roll call,” said Berte. “Colette?”
“Here,” said Colette. She had been in her study working. When the impact happened, she went next door to her cabin and shut the pressure hatch. Now she was adjusting her space suit.
“Aiden?” asked Berte.
“I’m right here,” Aiden reminded her.
“Say it loud and right into your phone!” Berte growled. Aiden was not going to mess with the rules!
“Okay!” said Aiden. Then into his phone, “Here!”
“Colleen?” asked Berte.
“Here!” said Colleen. She was pissed. She had been caught in Jason’s cabin riding him to another orgasm when the impact happened. He had his pressure suit in the room, but she didn’t. They couldn’t open the pressure door for fear there might be a problem with the air outside the cabin.
“Zach?”
“Here!” said Zach. He and Colby had been showering together when the impact happened. They knew something was wrong. They climbed out of the shower and looked at their phones. There were air pressure warnings for the core. There were structural warnings for Radial Arm B2. Berte came over the ship wide address system declaring a hull breach. They locked the bathroom pressure door. The protocol was to sit in there naked with their towels and sweaty gym clothes. They didn’t have pressure suits.
“Ethan?”
“Here!” said Ethan. He and Aanya had been in Hydroponics Bay B5 when the impact occurred. She had been working and he had been watching her bubble butt as she worked. They took shelter next door in Cabin B3, the cabin Berte shared with Aiden. Neither had their space suits there.
“Ayana?”
“Here!” said Ayana. She and Khushi had been sleeping together in their cabin. They got up and started adjusting their pressure suits as soon as they felt the impact.
“Aanya?”
“Here!” said Aanya. She was sheltering in Cabin B3 with Ethan.
“Khushi?”
“Here!” said Khushi. She’d been asleep with Ayana.
“Berte?” asked Berte. Then she shouted, “Here!” She was a stickler for protocol, especially in an emergency.
“Colby?”
“Here!” said Colby. She was stuck in Head B2 with Zach.
“Mateo?”
“Here!” said Mateo. Charisse, Alexis, and Mateo had been asleep together when the impact occurred. They were barely awake when the warning came through from Berte. All three usually slept together, so all three had their pressure suits there. They began putting them on. Mateo finished first then helped the women make the adjustments needed to accommodate their larger bellies.
“Michaela?”
“Here,” she said. She was trapped in the bubble and quickly running out of air.
“Charisse?”
“Here!” she said. She was with Mateo and Alexis.
“Anming?” asked Berte. “Anming! Anming?! Okay, who is ready to move?”
“This is Mateo. I am,” he said.
“Find Anming!” ordered Berte.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mateo said without hesitation. Alexis and Charisse had their suits on and sealed but were still fussing with them. He opened the cabin door and left them to it.
“Jason?”
“Here!” said Jason. He was in his cabin with Colleen, trapped there because she didn’t have her space suit.
“Alexis?”
“Here!” She was with Charisse and the just departed Mateo, adjusting her space suit.
“Only Anming is missing,” reported Berte. “Find her, Mateo!
“This is Charisse. I’ll go help Mateo find Anming.”
Berte said, “I need a pilot in Control A so that I can go assess the damage to Radial Arm B2.”
“This is Alexis. I’m on my way!”
Mateo strode antispinward from Cabin A2, which he shared with Alexis and Charisse. They strode through Hydroponics Bay A2, Waste Recycling A1, Storage A1 and Hydroponics Bay A2, finding nothing. He knocked on the door of Cabin A1, Anming’s cabin. He received no knock back, so he opened the hatch. The cabin was vacant. He searched both studies, the galley, medical bay, and Head A1. All were empty. He retraced his steps spinward.
Alexis had to go all the way around spinward to get into Control A. She had to use Radial Arm Bay A1 as an airlock. They were taking no chances. Aiden was trapped in Control A without a space suit.
Mateo met up with Charisse. They continued spinward looking for Anming. They peeked into both A2 studies. Anming could be laying unconscious somewhere. They strode through Hydroponics Bay A3, Storage A2, and Laundry A to arrive at Radial Arm Bay A2. They cycled both rim hatches and continued spinward.
Alexis did the full airlock cycle in Radial Arm Bay A1 to expel any pollutants. She entered Control A and said to Berte, “I relieve you.”
Berte said, “I stand relieved.” She climbed into the radial arm bay to cycle it and enter the vacuum in the radial arms and core, which were presently open to space.
Mateo and Colette continued to search spinward for Anming. They traversed Storage A4 and Hydroponics Bay A4, arriving at Cabin A3. Mateo knocked on the door and put his suit helmet to the metal. “Anybody in there?” he shouted.
“Yes it’s Colleen! And… Jason!”
“Colleen, you slut!” kidded Mateo.
“Fuck you Mateo!” replied Colleen. “Bring me my fucking space suit!”
“Attagirl, Colleen!” cheered Charisse.
After searching both studies, Mateo and Charisse proceeded spinward through Hydroponics Bay A5 and Air Recycling A to Storage A5. No sign of Anming. After finding nothing in Hydroponics Bay A6, they reached Cabin A4, Ayana and Khushi’s cabin. The couple were just emerging from their cabin, clad in their space suits. Khushi especially was huge in the adjustable space suit the women had. “This is Khushi and Ayana. We’re available,” Khushi called to Alexis.
Alexis ordered, “Khushi, proceed to the core to help Berte. Be careful, it’s a vacuum in there. Ayana, find Mateo and stick with him to help Anming if she’s injured.”
“Mateo just arrived at our location,” said Ayana. “Proceeding with him.”
Mateo and company proceeded spinward through Recreation A, past Head A2, and through Exercise A to Radial Arm Bay B1. They cycled the rim hatches and proceeded through Control B, Head B1, Medical B, and Galley B. Cabin B1 and its studies were empty. They continued through Hydroponics Bay B1, Storage B1, Waste Recycling B, and Hydroponics Bay B2 to Cabin B2. Colette was outside it in her spacesuit, making adjustments. They collected her and continued through Hydroponics Bay B2, Storage B2, and Laundry B to Radial Arm Bay B2. No sign of Anming.
They proceeded through the rim hatches through Storage B4 and Hydroponics B4 to Cabin B3. Here was where Aanya and Ethan were holed up. They were fine, so the search party proceeded through Hydroponics Bay B5, Air Recycling B, Storage B5, and Hydroponics B6. They were at Cabin B4 with still no sign of Anming. Cabin B4 was empty, as was Recreation B. Head B2 contained Zach and Colby. Exercise B was empty. The party cycled the rim hatches on Radial Arm Bay A1 to join Alexis and Aiden in Control A.
“No sign of Anming in the habitat ring,” reported Mateo to Alexis.
Alexis blanched. “Don’t tell Zach. Not yet. We have to find her, Mateo. Some sign.”
“What other parts of the ship have air pressure at the moment?” asked Ayana.
“She’s not in the bubble,” said Alexis.
In Radial Arm B2, Berte said to Khushi, “Bring up the rest of those hull patch plate and power conduit segments. And look for a spare telemetry hub.” Khushi turned around to revisit core storage, where these things would likely be found. They had already gotten Michaela a portable air cleaner. Michaela was safe now, at least until she ran out of drinking water or patience. All three were unaware Anming was still missing. Berte activated her welding torch to do the inside weld on the next hull patch plate.
“It’s a long shot,” said Mateo, studying the ship schematic. “The forward and aft fusion reactor bays both have intact airtight doors. These indicators show they have good air pressure.”
“What would Anming be doing in one of the fusion reactor bays?” asked Aiden.
Alexis, Charisse, Mateo, Ayana, and Colette all glared daggers at him. “I’m going up there,” said Mateo, and left to cycle the radial arm bay airlock.
“Alexis,” asked Zach over the intercom, “is everybody accounted for?”
She knew he was asking about Anming, since she was the only one who hadn’t answered. “We’re not done searching the ship,” Alexis said with a grain of truth. She wasn’t going to issue the all-clear for the habitat ring yet. She didn’t want everybody, namely Zach, tearing up the place desperately looking for Anming. Perhaps Mateo could find some sign of the poor woman in the core.
Indeed Mateo had found a sign. A woman’s deck shoe was wedged between the bulkhead and a storage locker. It had no doubt flown there at high speed during the explosive decompression, and had wedged there.
(To be continued)
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I have more of this story to post, but it doesn't appear anyone is interested in reading more. In my book, no comments = no interest, since there's not any other way to gauge interest on KB. Well, there is views for the entire thread, but that could all be chapter one for all I know. So, if anyone is reading this story, please let me know.
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75: Friday, Pisces 13, 231 0800 hours OST: Galvanized
Anming awakened, refreshed, and sore in her private areas. She had received a visit in the middle of the night from her virile and insatiable husband. He had texted her beforehand. She pointedly assured him he need not. She would rather be awakened by his warm giant body crushing her to the bed than by her phone.
By the time he arrived, she was gushing for him. He delivered to her orgasm after orgasm in many forceful strokes. Only when they were closer than two nightingales in flight did he release his cream, and they visited heaven together. With barely a pause, he repeated the experience. He lasted twice as long, and sent them both even higher into the stratosphere.
Always, it seemed her dear husband was a dark challenge to her morals and sanity. He turned her over, and using their moisture, used her dirty excrement hole as well. As usual, she had to bite her pillow not to decry his actions as vile. Even so, she suffered many unwelcome but extremely powerful orgasms from her husband’s perverse use of her. Secretly, she craved it with guilty intensity. She must discuss this matter honestly and openly with Colleen, both the good and bad.
Upon rising for the day, she showered his clinging scent and cream off herself as well as possible. She ate a light breakfast. She proceeded up to the core via Radial Arm Bay A2 to visit and work with Michaela. She had gotten fairly dexterous on the radial arm bay ladders. She was climbing up while holding her computing tablet and a travel mug of coffee in one arm.
There was a bang that burst her eardrums. She, along with her tablet, coffee, and shoes went flying up the radial arm bay and smacked into the bubble. Luckily, she didn’t hit her head. She bounced off the bubble and found herself gripping the hatch lever of the aft fusion reactor bay. There was explosive decompression happening. She cycled the hatch, got inside, and managed to close the hatch after herself.
Only when she was calming down, safe in the fusion bay, did she reconstruct events. In her experience, it had just been a terrible loud bang that disoriented her. When she regained some sense, she was gripping the fusion bay door hatch and pulled herself in. In the confusion of decompression, it was blind luck that set her upon the fusion bay door hatch. Surely the bubble had saved her life. If she had struck the metal walls of the core at the speed she was yanked up the radial arm bay, it would have surely killed her. Or, she would have been sucked bodily into space, or piece by piece. She shuddered.
She had lost her accessories, her shoes, and her phone. She felt disoriented and dizzy from her head injury. Her ears and nose were bleeding slightly. Her baby was kicking strongly, agitated but healthy. For this, she breathed a great sigh of relief. She tried to rest, hoping rescue would come soon. She lashed herself to the hatch handle by her belt so she wouldn’t float away. She tried to sleep.
She was awakened by three distinct knocks on the hatch. Before she could answer, there were another three knocks. She had nothing to knock back with. Luckily, there was a small tool cabinet by the side of the door. She got out a wrench and knocked back. Soon they were knocking excitedly back and forth. As communication, it lacked subtlety, but communication had definitely been established.
“Anming has sealed herself into the aft fusion bay,” Alexis told Zach. He started breathing again. Colby had been holding him. He had started shaking several minutes ago, fearing the worst. He started to cry long and hard with relief.
The rest was cleanup. Although the PSS had to be rebalanced, the repairs to Radial Arm B2 made it stronger than before. Berte and Khushi sealed the breach with new hull plating. They repaired and replaced the power and control conduits that had been damaged or obliterated. Mateo was the hero of the day. After finding Anming, he went EVA and did all the outside welds on the hull plates as well.
Being quite pregnant, a general anesthetic was out of the question for Anming. It was only minor surgery to replace her blown out eardrums. Zach performed the surgery with Ayana assisting. By the end of a few weeks, her inner ears would heal the rest of the way themselves.
Aside from necessary functions, Zach would not leave Anming’s side. He repeated to her in joy and amazement, “Your survival is a great miracle.” Colby argued to Anming that she should therefore start her week with Zach now. Despite her near-deafness, Anming understood Colby’s meaning. Anming argued, “Please, fellow wife, I haven’t the strength to serve our husband as he should be served. You know, as a wife should serve. Please continue to serve as the receptacle of his ardent love for a few more days at least.”
“Well, I suppose so,” said Colby. “I’ve never been a receptacle for ardent love before.” She rolled her eyes.
Anming understood that communication well enough without hearing. “But you are!” she shouted at Colby. “Don’t you understand?! You’re the main receptacle! The rest of us are pale shadows in comparison!”
“I don’t know about that,” Colby told her. “He was shaking like a leaf when he feared you were gone. He was so upset, he couldn’t cry until after he knew you were alive. I said... he couldn’t cry until after we found you!”
“Colby,” said Anming, “If something happened to you, the very heavens would weep but to reflect Zachary’s sadness over it.”
“I’m not sure if we’re admiring each other or Zach in this conversation,” said Colby.
“I should rest,” said Anming. They left her to sleep.
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That evening, Colby and Zach shared a pleasant dinner with Anming and Colleen. Jason begged off, saying he had already eaten. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Zach knew it was likely awkwardness around the undisclosed Colby triangle. Nevertheless, he felt it would be weird not to ask after him. “What’s with that guy?” he asked.
Anming was trying to follow the conversation, but her recovering ears were still mostly deaf. Zach knew sign language, but Anming didn’t. She wouldn’t have learned ASL in any case. She sat there looking confused. Colby glared pointedly at Colleen. Evidently that was some kind of signal. Colleen said, “I’m trying to calm him down about it. He’s no doubt concerned about us being caught together in his stateroom after the meteor strike. I tried to explain our open marriage, but it’s hard for these guys to understand. Where he’s from, people get killed over being found dallying with another man’s wife.”
Zach announced, “I’m done eating dinner, by the way.” Colby rose, pulled down her stretch pants and panties together, and bent over the galley table. This was their rule. If a stranger had been here, they would have gone somewhere private right after dinner, but this was family. Colby moved her plate over in front of her. She still had a few bites to finish while Zach had her.
Zach proposed, “Maybe I should talk to Jason?”
“No it’s fine, it’s fine,” Colby and Colleen implored on top of each other. Colleen said, “It’s my business. I can handle it, Zach.”
“Just offering,” said Zach. He stroked the head of his cock in Colby’s copious, copious juices. This was too much excitement to be meant for any one man, he thought. Not that he was complaining. She must be getting off because she was secretly doing the both of them. He’d be the first to admit that having something exciting on the side could really rev the engines. At least, that was, as long as it didn’t crater the primary relationship. Thus, open marriage. Though, for open, their marriage sure seemed to have some closely guarded secrets.
“And thank you for offering,” Colleen told Zach graciously.
“I’m concerned about you, baby-- UHNNN!” said Colby. Zach thrust into Colby’s wet snatch and was now taking her.
Anming tried to act nonchalant and kept eating her noodles.
Colleen observed them openly and smiled. Colby was ignoring the rest of her meal in front of her. Her eyes were fluttering. She was already nearly comatose at the huge feel of their husband. Colleen knew that feeling, and she was getting quite damp thinking about it.
“How are you concerned about me?” Zach asked Colby, thrilling to her slick, toned vagina. It was apparent she was doing her kegels, or the equivalent. A lot of them.
“The way you reacted to Anming’s disappearance,” said Colby.
“Well, she was almost certainly dead, honey,” said Zach. “Should that be nothing?”
“No,” said Colby. “But space is a dangerous place. Mars is a dangerous place. You’re deeply involved with umpteen women and their children. I don’t want you folding like a house of cards if one of them gets hurt or dies. The rest of us will need you, Zach.” She was gritting her teeth now, close to orgasm. But it was clear she felt strongly about this.
Zach stopped thrusting, much to Colby’s dismay and frustration. “I reserve the right to be absolutely torn to shreds if anything happens to any of you or to any of the kids,” Zach said. Colby opened her mouth but Zach preempted her, “And, and, keep living a healthy and productive life to honor them. It’s like when my parents died so suddenly. I felt I had nothing to live for. And I still feel like I have nothing intrinsic to live for. I live to serve and contribute. Usually I can include myself in that along with everybody else. That’s my intention. That will have to be enough.”
“I’m satisfied,” said Colby. “But not, um… please keep going with... Zach, please,” she grinned sheepishly.
“I’m going to wrap my heart around yours so tight, Colby Lincoln, and all of you,” Zach said. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly with both hands. He pumped deliciously in her, feeling the tension quickly build in her entire body as she reached for her orgasm. “Mmm. I’m putting all my cards on the table. Everything for you.” He felt her pussy quiver and grip him as he pushed in. So delicious.
“What?” asked Anming.
“HE LOVES YOU!” Colby shouted at Anming. “Christ!” Colby screamed and orgasmed. Zach gripped her shaking ass tightly and kept pumping faster. Anming smiled and nodded with a look of gratitude. She had a hand up shielding her eyes from the view of Colby and Zach carrying on.
“Everything,” moaned Zach as he orgasmed. He locked into Colby. She whimpered as his hot pulses of semen bathed her insides. They were quiet together. Deeply joined.
“I had missed seeing that,” said Colleen.
“Now all this about all of us owning parts of ships and things,” said Zach. “What parts will I own?”
“Colby will be the CEO,” said Colleen.
“Just heard from Becky,” said Colby, eyes lazy, big smile, in that just-fucked place of satisfaction. “I am the CEO as of today.”
“She is the CEO,” said Colleen. “So ask her about that stuff. It’s above my pay grade.”
“Now what exactly do I own, my chocolate treat?” Zach asked.
Colby laughed. “I have to say, this is the first stockholder meeting I’ve had where the stockholder questioning me literally had me by the cunt. I’ve had meetings that felt that way, in a bad way, not a good way like this.”
“Is it a hard question to answer?” asked Zach.
“Hah hah. You are feisty,” Colby smiled. “No, baby, you don’t own parts of spacecraft. You own shares of stock in the corporation. The corporation owns the spacecraft. The forms have already been issued. Really, you are distracting me, baby. You’re staying quite hard. Are you going to do anything about that?” Zach started ramming her again, much to their delicious mutual delight. She thrilled, “OH! Ohyeah!”
“Is there a protocol for the frequency or duration of Zach’s… um… dessert?” asked Colleen.
“These are too many protocol questions all at once,” Colby whimpered. “Whatever he wants, UGH! Unless you have to get somewhere, get on duty. He doesn’t get fat on THIS kind of dessert. Keep dishing it out, honey. Seconds. Mmm. Thirds.”
“My favorite dessert,” moaned Zach. “So what can I do with these shares of stock?”
“Well, you can vote for things the company does,” said Colby. She let out a big whimper as she suffered a petit mort, and her ass shook. Zach reestablished his grip on each of her bouncing bottom cheeks. “Not everything of course, but the big decisions. That’s how I plan to run things.”
“Mmm. Like I have any expertise in voting with shares of stock,” said Zach. “God, you feel so good on my cock, Colby Lincoln.”
Colby lost it. “Pahahah! Another thing a stockholder has never said to me before. Well, at least not during a meeting. She winked at Colleen.” To Zach, she said, “Don’t worry. You’ll know what you’re voting about. Oh honey baby...”
“So I own… more responsibility?” asked Zach, stopping his thrusts. “That’s a funny kind of ownership.”
“You own the stock, baby,” said Colby. “It’s more than voting rights. You literally own a portion of the company. Keep going!” She implored.
Zach resumed his firm thrusts into Colby’s loins. “So are the shares valuable?” he asked.
“Umhm. Absolutely they are. Oh baby… don’t stop… oh honey…. UNNNNGH!” cried Colby.
“How valuable?” asked Zach.
After Colby regained her composure, she said, “Well, we, ask the stockholders to decide how valuable.”
“Sounds like some kind of elaborate circle jerk,” said Zach.
“Hah hah! It can be,” answered Colby. “Practically speaking, a company is worth at least as much as its assets. So our company, Gemicore, Inc. will soon be worth at least, let’s say half a trillion dollars, and you own five hundred thousand shares. Eight million shares are outstanding. That comes to your shares being worth at least thirty-one point two five billion dollars, Zach. Oh you feel so good in me baby!”
“God, you’re tight. I think I’m starting to get close,” said Zach.
“Mmm, that’s okay, baby,” said Colby. “Just put it in me any time. That’s my baby.” Her eyes were closed, enjoying his deep thrusts. Her smile was beatific.
“Yes, deposit your virile cream in her, my husband,” said Anming. “So I can take my hand down and eat my noodles in peace. And, I'm aware, so you can enjoy heaven while seeding her quivering loins. But it's hard when I can't hold my bowl.”
“Are we disturbing you, Anming?” asked Colby, then realized she couldn’t hear. “ARE WE DISTURBING YOU?!”
“Absolutely not,” Anming replied. “This is a good rule you’ve made. Our husband must have many, many occasions to release his virility in us. Whenever, in fact, he might not be already completely satisfied. If not, with so much virility, he will undoubtedly stray and have to put it elsewhere.”
“And he does even so,” said Colleen. “You know that, right?”
“Oh baby,” Colby moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Established fact, commander, if I read your lips correctly,” said Anming. “Who could resist his virility? I suspect even Ayana. I suppose I meant, stray even more than suits him. This would be tragic.”
“Well, I have noticed her belly swelling,” Colleen joked.
“Okay,” said Zach. “Hmmm… hah… ohh! Rrrah! Unh! RRRRRAH! Unnnn! Huh.”
“Mmm… Ohhhh...” moaned Colby. “Your hot sauce is hitting me good, lover.”
“I mean, for more than procreation,” said Anming. “Who could resist his pressureful stroking of everything inside, including one’s heart and soul? Who could eschew his hot jets of deeply satisfying cream as he orgasms?”
“Not me!” Colby moaned. “Oh God that’s so good. Catch it… catch it… thank you darling.”
“You’re making me wet, all of you,” said Colleen.
“So you like my financial briefings?” said Colby.
“Hah hah, yes,” said Colleen, “and also watching the Zach fucking you part.”
“Watch your language, commander,” said Anming.
“Hey, your hearing is improving! Sorry. Ahem. Watching Zach have his manly virile way with you,” Colleen said. “So how about it, Zach? Are you boinking Ayana on the regular?”
“A gentlemen never gossips,” said Zach.
“Intriguing,” said Colleen. “How much of your semen have you washed down the galley sink?”
“Lots,” Colby moaned, still resting on the table in afterglow.
Anming was watching the conversation carefully. “When I serve him at the table after dinner, it’s all over everywhere. On my clothes. On the floor. Everywhere,” she moaned. “So profligate...”
“Okay, so I could theoretically sell one of my shares to get the money,” said Zach at the sink. His scrubs were still down around his ankles.
“Actually, you can’t,” said Colby. “The company is privately held.”
Colleen rose to put her dishes in the sink. As she did so, she gave Zach a little spank on his taut muscular ass and whispered in his ear, “Visit me tonight?”
Zach nodded to Colleen and smiled. He liked her horniness. It seemed they hadn’t gotten a chance to really connect lately. Later would be a good start on this. Much better than wandering around wakeful and mopey. He continued his reasoning to Colby. “So then we’re back to, how can the shares have a price if you can’t sell them?”
“That’s a lot more complicated question than it sounds like,” said Colby. She stood up from the table, caught the rest in paper towels proffered by Zach.
“Try me,” said Zach. He pulled up and tied his scrub pants.
“You just can’t, okay? You wouldn’t want to sell your shares anyway, Zach,” said Colby, pulling up her panties.
“But then we’re back to, how are these shares worth anything?” asked Zach.
“Well, we don’t have to use all our profits to grow the company,” said Colby. “We could vote to distribute some portion of our profits among the shareholders as dividends. The more shares you own, the more money you would get.” She pulled up her stretch pants and adjusted them.
“We could vote to give ourselves money?” asked Zach. “Let’s do that!”
“It’s not that simple,” said Colby. “If we invest the profits in growing the company, we’ll have more profits later on, which is better, right?”
“Well, at least I’m starting to see why being able to vote is important,” said Zach.
“Hah hah! Good,” said Colby.
“This all sounds very complicated,” said Zach. “Just tell me what to do.”
“Okay, don’t worry about it,” said Colby. “So did you get your questions answered?”
“Only with more questions,” said Zach.
“That’s life,” said Colby.
“I learned something,” Anming piped up.
“Yeah,” said Colleen. “Just let Colby do it.”
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Later, as Zach and Colby were about to shower for bed, she stopped him at the door of Head B2. She grabbed him tightly by both hands. She had a serious look, a frightened look, into his eyes. “What is it, darling?” asked Zach.
“I want to tell you,” said Colby, looking up into Zach’s eyes, deeply in his eyes, “I’ve been going to bed with Jason sometimes lately.” She looked embarrassed suddenly, looked away, regretful. “There you have it.”
“I had suspected,” said Zach. “Guys don’t transfer to the day shift for nothing,” he joked. He tried to smile, reassure her.
“Anming was right,” said Colby. “Even though you didn’t know, it was tearing you up inside, eating you up. I’m so sorry, Zach.”
“Nothing to apologize for!” Zach hastened to say. “Colleen and I asked you to, practically demanded that you try on the open marriage thing. I hope you didn’t do it just because of that.”
“No, I like him, think he’s cute,” Colby wiped tears that were streaming down her face. Relief? Just emotion? “But you’re right, it’s linked. The day after you had that talk with me, I sat Jason down and basically told him, ‘My husband and wife want me to bang more people, and well, you’re pretty cute.’ And he was like, ‘I completely don’t understand you people.’ It took some convincing. He’s a good man, Zach. And he wishes us the best as a couple.”
“I know he’s a good man. I trust he’s a good man,” Zach said. “I bet he takes exquisite care of you when you’re together.” In fact, he thought guiltily, he knew Jason did.
“He really does,” Colby said, smiling as she looked away in embarrassment and wiped more tears.
The crying was unnerving Zach. “Look,” said Zach. “He’ll be around for a couple of years. Two and a half almost. If you want to live with him-”
“Oh-no! Huh-no!” Colby threw both her arms around his neck, climbed his body to hold onto him with all her strength. “No Zach! It was just as you asked! The last thing I want is for anyone to come between us! I love you, baby! Love you to death! Don’t ever think I want to go!”
“I’m sorry, calm down,” Zach said. “Me too. Absolutely me too. It would absolutely kill me. But you know, I would live. I want you to be happy more than I want you for myself.”
“You don’t have to think that,” Colby insisted. “Don’t ever think it. But I understand. You’re a good man, Zach Carson.”
“Well, it’s good to know about it for sure,” said Zach. “Kind of a relief. You know that you were under no obligation to ever tell me. The mining crew had been cleared by us to not even go on the event calendar. It would have been just too busy! Heh heh. Would have resolved some scheduling conflicts, though, I bet.”
“Stop talking, baby,” said Colby, still latched onto his front like a frightened child. “You know that doesn’t matter. I’ll stop seeing him if you don’t want me to.”
“Don’t tempt me,” said Zach. “What should I say, that I don’t want you all to myself? I think we were crying about that a few months ago, it was so frustrating. Let’s not empower my jealous feelings, which will soon subside, if I have anything to say about it. Within the constraints of our open marriage, this should be about what makes you the happiest. Let me deal with my own feelings.”
Colby climbed down from her death grip of him to hold him around the waist and press herself to him. “I went about this all wrong,” said Colby. “I should have been like, ‘I’m thinking of doing this.’ And you would have said, ‘Great, go for it.’ And afterwards, I would have said it was great. And you would have said, ‘Great.’ And we would have taken the journey together. But instead, I cut you out. Cut you out of my life. ‘Cause I was ashamed for you to see me try it, to be honest. Or something. I don’t know what I was thinking. That would have been the worst. For you to have seen me try it, and for it to have been terrible. That would have been the worst. That’s how the calculus started. And then once I knew it was good, I was afraid to tell you. As if you would be mad about it. I was a dummy. I didn’t think about it. I just worried.”
“Sometimes, discretion is a good thing, I’m pretty sure,” said Zach. “Secrets don’t last long in these tight confines, though. Any scheme depending on secrecy around here is probably a weak one. That said, I had no clue about the infinite wealth and spaceships and corporations thing. Wow. You ladies got me there.”
“Hah!” said Colby. “You were too worried about whether I was banging Jason or not. That’s right! It was all an elaborate distraction to protect you from knowing about your billions. You’re welcome, Zach,” joked Colby. “I banged Jason for you, to cover up our other conspiracy.”
“Wow, you really went the extra mile,” joked Zach. “Or has it been a mile yet?” Zach thought for a second. “It has certainly been at least a mile. And here.” He held Colby’s hands in his. “Seriously, this sounds meaningful to you. From my impression of Jason, I think it would have to be. I want you more than anything to be free, to be free to do it if you want it. By the rules of our marriage, which are fair ones, you are in fact free to do it. Don’t let me or anyone, I’m thinking of Anming, shame or deter you from finding your happiest situation in our marriage. That wouldn’t be fair to me as much as it would be unfair to you. It would make the marriage unstable. Okay? Let’s shower.”
Colby kissed Zach on the chest. He awkwardly leaned and twisted down like a giraffe eating off the low branches of a tree. Kissed her passionately mouth to mouth.
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By the following Monday, the end of Colby’s week with Zach, Anming agreed to attempt her week with him. She still felt frail. But her near death experience had filled her with a certain urgency and intense lust for life. She was ready for him at the end of their watch. She appeared in the medical bay, saying, “I’m here to serve you, my husband.”
Zach had been holding back from the healing, dizzy, mostly deaf Anming the past few days. He didn’t want to add handling his physical desire to her burden. It would be uncool to interrupt while she was trying to think with a fuzzy brain. It would be even more uncool to wake her when she was trying to sleep and heal. He wasn’t an animal. He restrained himself and bided his time.
Now the biding was over. With relief, he confessed breathlessly, “I want you now, right away.”
Anming looked back at him with confusion. Her swollen inner ears were still recovering. He had thrown that desperate bit of information at her at fastball speed. No matter. He turned her around partly with one hand and smacked her on one butt cheek with the other. She got the idea immediately and kicked off her flats. She pulled one limber leg through her Capri pants and panties. She faced away from him and bent over the surgical table. As she settled, her pants and panties fell slowly down her other leg to settle at her right knee. He checked her. She was brimming with wet and slick. It seemed she was always at least moist for him, but this was more. She’d been holding herself back from this, too. She was very excited and ready. Zach smiled.
Zach missed the smell and taste of Anming more than anything. He got on his haunches and pressed his mouth into her vulva, nose to anus. She was more fragrant back there than usual. It was a treat for him, because she always kept it so clean. To get a little whiff of her soil off her visually clean asshole was interesting. She smelled healthy, fragrant. She was eating more protein, good. She was handling pregnancy really well. They had worried, because of everything, and the abortion, even though it had been very carefully done.
Who was he kidding? She was more than ready, and she was quivering in that frustrated way she did. She quivered when she wanted his dick badly but was letting him do his oral or whatever thing regardless. She was so obedient and patient with him. He stood up and slid down his scrub pants. Boing! He was urgently hard already. “I want to see your face,” he told her. She was turned away and couldn’t hear him.
He grabbed her up, spun her around, and sat her on the surgical table. She looked at him, surprised. She recovered quickly and spread her legs out and up, offering him both holes. He met her gaze and nodded up at her. She got the message and pulled up her blouse, displaying her swollen titties to him along with her holes. Mmm, just for him. What a sight! They bounced with milk in the low Martian gravity. Her dark brown nipples were getting big and ready to take their baby’s hard suckling.
He rocked into her with infinite satisfaction. She lay back and closed her eyes to feel him. She was satisfied she’d seen to his logistical requirements. Now her only duty was to orgasm for him as often and passionately as possible as he enjoyed her.
“You’re so wet, tight, lively!” he enthused. She couldn’t hear him, but Colleen did. She peeked around the corner from Control A with a smirk on her face. “Oh, sorry,” he smiled at her shyly.
“What are you sorry about?” she smirked at him. “Keep doing what I hired you to do, mister. Pound out orgasms for that girl in that tight Asian pussy of hers.” She made a nasty gesture with both hands. She made part of a circle with one hand and put a great big fist up through it. “Enjoying it? Make her the happiest woman in the universe yet again, or so she reports. You’re doing great, tiger, with all of us. Keep up the good work. And don’t forget to thank me.” With a flip of a wave, she disappeared. He would definitely have to look her up and thank her later that night. Thank her for herself, especially.
He looked down to see that Anming was looking at him. She must have felt his distraction in his movements. He made intense eye contact with her and redoubled his thrusts. Her eyes fluttered shut again as she orgasmed with a growl and a whimper.
He was getting close now. She milked it out of him, so fast. Oh, oh couldn’t hold it. He locked into her intensely, with a quiet growl. He didn’t want to alert everyone up and down the corridor to come running to the medical bay. She hissed when she felt his semen shoot into her. It was so perfect. He could settle between this woman’s legs forever. This tortured big thinker. She was so sexy, she and her big ideas and horny orgasms and tight puss-puss. Perfect. Her fluffy back tribble motte. He fluffed it a few times with his fingers as he relaxed in her. Squirt! Oh, there was another bit of semen. Yum.
Anming rested up on one arm. “Such extreme pleasure I feel under you my husband, my lover. I’m happy to serve you anytime, anywhere, even in this embarrassing place. Was that Colleen?”
“Yes,” answered Zach, nodding so she couldn’t mistake his meaning.
“I must apologize to her later for the naked spectacle,” Anming said.
Zach thought to describe the conversation to her, but their communication was so limited because of her hearing.
“Being your wife and mother to your children is more important than anything,” Anming said, smiling shyly. “But it’s not the reason I was saved from death. Every time you cream in me I’m inspired to be your wife and bear your children. It’s burned into my soul, and part of me. No, my rescue from death must have another meaning. I believe I’m destined to solve the unified field paradox in my lifetime.”
(To be continued)
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76: Friday, Pisces 17, 231 2300 hours OST: Terminal Event
Anming was indeed inspired that week. She enjoyed her quiet time together with Zach and their sex more than ever. But she tired easily. After one time, he found that if he just waited a few minutes and held her, she would fall asleep from exhaustion. Wanting her to recover, he waited for her to happily drift off. He was left to wander the ship horny.
One of these times, he was passing Colette’s cabin when Alexis precipitously opened the hatch and dragged him in there. “Zach, you look perfect for this, and I see you’re already erect.” Both women were naked. Alexis had changed her hair color to be half violet and half red. It gave her a more diabolical appearance. Alexis had Colette tied in what could only be described as a stress position. Her legs were tied behind her, heels to ass. Her arms were tied behind her and to her feet, which looked pretty uncomfortable. There was a bag over her head, but he would recognize Colette’s body anywhere. “Please enter and fuck her, please. Get ready to stop and pull out when I tell you.”
Zach enjoyed Colette’s very wet and responsive pussy. As churned her powerfully, her excitement quickly rose. Alexis had a hand on her thigh. Just as Colette was going to be able to cum, Alexis said, “Pull out.” Zach obeyed. From the bag over Colette’s head, there was a scream of frustration through a gag.
“This is going to be good,” said Alexis. She got down on the bed and spread her legs, showing Zach her bare shaved pussy. Her vulva was open and brimming with moisture barely contained by her fat stubby labia. Her nasty excited smell wafted up to him as she stirred her moisture for him with two fingers. “When I pull the bag and the headphones off her, you enter me and take me until you cum and ejaculate in me, okay?” Zach nodded.
Alexis removed the bag from Colette’s head so she could see and the headphones so she could hear. Her gag remained. Zach entered Alexis in a single stroke. “UUUH!” Alexis responded. “See slave, I have him now. I deserve him, so I’m getting the strokes that would have released you from your torment. Oh, they feel so good! Pardon me while I cum on Zach’s big dick JEEZ!” And sure enough, he could feel Alexis clip him. “And now, I can feel he’s close. I’m going to get my insides bathed in the hot jizz you could have enjoyed. C’mon, fill me, Zach!”
“UHHHHH!” Zach moaned. Evidently Alexis knew where everybody was on their arousal cycle pretty perfectly.
“Oh yeah, he’s shooting in me, slave. I can feel his hot jets… there’s another one… pent up tonight Zacky? Anming not emptying your buckets?”
“She’s still injured and recovering,” said Zach. “She tries, but tires easily and falls asleep. I don’t want to wake her.”
“Listen to what a sweet caring man he his,” Alexis told Colette. “Good thing I don’t allow any of that here.” She undid Colette’s ball gag. She slid off Zach, catching their product in her hand. She sat the whole mess down on Colette’s face. “Now clean me out, slave. Nice and clean. You see, I am somewhat merciful. At least you get to eat the cum you could have had. It’s still pretty warm. Now fuck her again, Zach. Just a few strokes. Now pull out.” Colette emitted a muffled wail from under Alexis’s vulva. “Now tease her with just the tip. Rub it on her clit. Now stop.” Another wail.
“I’m pretty excited to have her the rest of the way,” said Zach. “Could I?”
“Do you really want to?” asked Alexis.
“Yeah, I haven’t cum in her for a while,” confessed Zach. “I’m pretty excited to do it.”
“Okay, but I can’t let her cum,” said Alexis. She climbed off Colette’s face and ball gagged her again. She put the headphones on Colette’s head, and then the bag. She grabbed a rope that led to the ropes binding Colette’s arms and legs behind her. She put a hand on Colette’s thigh, then told Zach, “Okay, enjoy her, tiger.”
Zach pressed into Colette’s wet and ready pussy. Almost immediately, her needy cunt gripped him desperately. Alexis yanked on the rope and Colette grunted in pain, her orgasm thwarted. He didn’t feel right about this, but Colette felt so good inside, and he was so close. Alexis yanked at the rope again, producing another grunt of pain from Colette. Maybe if he finished up quickly, he could spare Colette any more of this torment. He closed his eyes and focused hard on how good she felt and how badly he wanted to creampie her. He felt another jerk from Alexis and heard Colette grunt in pain around her gag.
This went on for minute after minute. Pretty soon, he was taking too long. Whenever he himself felt he was just about to climax, he felt the jerk again and felt Colette grunt and writhe in pain. He threw up his hands. “I can’t do this,” he said. He pulled out of Colette and started getting dressed.
“But Zach, you were almost there,” said Alexis.
“I wouldn’t have liked myself if I’d gotten there,” said Zach. “I know she kind of needs it, but I’m sorry, I’m getting really creeped out by this. It was fine when we were edging her, but this, ugh. I’m really sorry. To both of you.”
“It’s fine Zach,” said Alexis. “Thanks for listening to yourself. We don’t want to emotionally scar you. Here,” she pulled off Colette’s hood, took off her headphones, and removed her gag.
“What’s wrong?” asked Colette.
“Zach is too disturbed by seeing you hurt, you know, to edge you,” said Alexis.
“Aw,” said Colette, “You’re such a sweetheart, Zach. I’m fine, and it was good for you to stop when you weren’t feeling comfortable. And I’m fine.”
“Having you getting hurt linked to my sexual performance in any way really gives me the heebie-jeebies,” said Zach.
“Perfectly understandable,” said Colette. “I’ve always known you weren’t any part of a sadist.”
“Don’t worry about it, sport,” said Alexis. “But don’t leave. I’ll stop punishing her. You can make eye contact and make sure she’s enjoying herself while you fuck her.”
“Okay,” said Zach. He pulled his scrub pants and top off again. He was limp.
“Climb up and enjoy her throat. Get hard,” encouraged Alexis. After a minute of this, Zach was hard and eager.
“Yes!” said Colette as soon as Zach pulled out of her throat. “This will be so good,” she whimpered.
Zach rocked into Colette’s dripping wet crack in a couple of firm strokes. “Oui! Tellement! Tellement! Je meurs! AAAAAAAHH!!” She thrashed in ferocious ecstasy against her bonds. He’d never seen her orgasm like this. Alexis must have been edging her for a very long time. Hours of careful work had no doubt been ruined by him. It was like he was enjoying a fine whiskey. He enjoyed her slick tightness, fucking her at exactly his favorite pace. He felt her quiver and thrash helplessly in orgasm again, tightly bound as she was. He smelled the spicy slutty scent of her pussy merged with Alexis’s.
“RAAAAAH!!” Zach yelled, and ejaculated into Colette with extreme satisfaction.
Colette joined Zach in extremis, clipping him hard, “AAAAUUUUUH!! La chaleur!!”
“Hah hah hah!” said Alexis. “I think you made her forget English, Zach. Don’t worry. I’ll teach her again after you leave.”
The three said heartfelt goodbyes. As Zach turned to wave on the way out the hatch, he saw Alexis pick up the belt. He shut the hatch quickly. Maybe she’d just been moving it. Best not to make stuff up. Whatever they did clearly worked well for both of them.
Zach left Colette’s quarters still a little shaken. Once Colette was already suffering, Zach had felt obligated to continue, optimistic it would be quick. At least he could be grateful that he was no longer in charge of Colette. He could be grateful that Alexis was able and suited. He felt exhausted emotionally and physically from the experience. He took another shower then joined a sleeping Anming in their quarters.
An hour later, Zach was awake, hard, and dangerously horny again. Anming slept on peacefully. Gently, he slipped out of bed, slipped on his clothes, and left their quarters. He figured Michaela was always happy to see him. Well, happy was never the right word for Michaela. She was welcoming, more like. He headed up Radial Arm A1 to visit her.
Zach found Michaela and Charisse sleeping together in the fuckspace. They were wrapped around each other in a very sensual way. He gazed at the women’s naked bodies.
Charisse was pale as ivory everywhere now. She had lost the sun-kissed appearance she’d had on Earth. She was neatly shaved, with everything on display. Her face bore a hint of her stunning Miss America smile. She still had that generous meaty ass of hers. The folds of her pussy were stuck together. Her anus looked greasy and a little roughed up. Her one lock of white hair drifted free of her crew cut in the weightlessness.
Michaela was petite against Charisse’s Miss America stature. She looked flushed when juxtaposed with Charisse’s ivory skin. In sleep, Michaela’s face bore what Zach would describe as a happy scowl. Down below, her meaty pussy lips were slightly parted.
Zach couldn’t for the life of him figure what they had been attempting to accomplish with such a strange arrangement. Charisse’s ankle rested against Michaela’s cheek. Charisse’s head was partly stuck into one of the leg holes.
Zach poked his head into the leg hole and kissed Charisse’s crew cut to wake her. He whispered, “Would you two enjoy any company, or should I let you rest?”
“I think we would like company,” Charisse whispered in reply. “We’re always awake enough for you, Zach.”
“You’re a sweetheart,” said Zach.
“I’ve been thinking,” said Charisse. Her thousand watt smile blasted forth.
“About what?” asked Zach.
“About you being in love with me,” said Charisse. “About encouraging it. Maybe it’s the baby affecting my brain, but it doesn’t seem so ill-advised as it once did.”
“Have I finally convinced you I can stay away if you want to be rid of me?” Zach joked.
“I’m serious,” said Charisse. “Was I trying to keep you from getting your heart hurt by me? Was I trying to keep myself safe from another good man who could never accept me for who I am? Both have already happened between us.”
“Not irredeemably,” said Zach.
“You think so?” said Charisse. “Then I’d like to try.”
“How should we go about it?” asked Zach.
“I think I want… a week,” said Charisse. “Like your wives. I see them, Anming and Colby especially, parading you around during theirs. They look smug as kittens in milk.”
“You want to be smug?” asked Zach.
“No, I want to... own you. I want to… yes… show you off,” said Colette, her smile shining, her eyes sparkling, mesmerizing him. “But just for a week. To see if I like it.”
“I’ll set something up,” said Zach.
“Will all end in tragedy,” Michaela piped up from above them.
“Don’t listen to her, Zach,” said Charisse, eyes flashing. “Fuck us. Fuck my throat while I scissor her some more.” She grabbed Michaela’s wrists, and with a flip of her hips, they were grinding pussies. “It occurs to me I’ve rarely tasted your jizz. I guess I’d better learn all about it if I’m going to be your wife. I have to be ready to blow you off while I’m healing from our baby reaming me out like a large bore cannon. Mmm. I love how this little bitch’s fat cunt lips kiss my clit when I grind her just right.”
“Dyavol!” shouted Michaela, “Fuck you! UGH!”
“She doesn’t swear at me like that,” said Zach.
“She likes it a lot,” Charisse confided. “Now grab my head. Ahh! Gug! Gug! Gug!” He held her head firmly at the edge of the fuckspace leg hole. With this leverage, he fucked her throat slow and deep. When he got close, which didn’t take long given Charisse’s magic throat, he held it in. Charisse squirmed and trembled.
“What are you doing to her?” asked Michaela.
“Choking her with my cock,” Zach replied.
Michaela redoubled her grinding on the shuddering Charisse. Suddenly, Charisse’s legs shot out straight and she managed to choke out, “Rrr! Guk! K! K! K! K! K! K!” as she had a massive orgasm. Her face was purple when Zach pulled out. Charisse gasped and coughed. She’d orgasmed quite hard. He knew she loved a good choke during her orgasms.
As soon as she’d recovered, Charisse encouraged him, “Put it back in, Zach! Cum in my throat, in my mouth, all over my face. I want it! Guh! Guh! Guh! Huh K-K-K-K!” Another orgasm thanks to Michaela’s grinding. He was getting close.
He continued to slam Charisse’s throat. As she shuddered again, transfixed in orgasm, he lost it and shot a big wad right into Charisse’s stomach. He pulled out some and filled her mouth with another shot. A third wad hit her in the nose and stuck there, dangling. She choked, and some of the cum ran out her nose. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Oh fuck! No! Yes! Okay!” Charisse said, pretty disoriented.
Zach squeezed into the fuckspace from the top. It was not built for three people, especially not if one of them was Zach. He was after Michaela. He wanted to give her tight, wet, and excitable cunt a nice long ride on his just-milked but still stiff and willing cock. As Zach scooted and positioned himself between Michaela’s legs, Charisse got pushed down and under Michaela’s feet.
“Take me, you fucking bastard!” moaned Michaela, and that’s when Zach rammed his penis into her splashing slot. It immediately grew three sizes, along with her heart. “Ai-ugh! You menace bastard!” she cried. Or maybe she’d said, “You men are all bastards!” He had her face crushed between his chest and the straining fuckspace wall as he rammed her. She called to Charisse, “Are you okay down there my little fox kitten?”
“Ugh,” Charisse replied.
“Ugh! I will finish off this crazy-- ugh! Fuck me Zach!” Michaela moaned.
Zach figured Charisse could survive underfoot in free-fall while he pleasurably lengthened and widened Michaela’s tight snatch for her. “UGH! UNNNNN!” There was a favorable review right there, in fact. He had some staying power. Widening her was a losing battle. She was only getting tighter. “RRRRRUH!!” shouted Michaela in another orgasm. This time she sprayed girl cum all over the insides of the fuckspace, all over Charisse. Now Charisse’s hair would smell like kippers in mango sauce.
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The next day at breakfast, Zach had Colby, Anming and Colleen gathered around the table. “Charisse wants a week with me,” said Zach.
“It goes without saying,” Anming commented. “Even so, we can’t indulge every one of our crewmates. We would hardly ever get him ourselves.”
“Just for one time, to try it,” said Zach.
“What is she up to?” said Colby, immediately suspicious.
“It’s great news, I think,” said Colleen. “Her thinking has really evolved. I think she’d long since given up on measuring up to any man’s moral code. But then she met Zach, who’s a total slut himself, hah hah!”
“It sounds like there are no hard objections,” Zach said.
“It’s your choice, Zach,” said Colleen. “We don’t own you. That said, it should be after the existing cycle.”
“Why is it that new people always have to go in front of me?” complained Colby. “After my next turn, if you please.”
“No problem,” said Zach. “After your next week.”
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At the end of their daily meeting, Zach chuckled and said to Ayana, “There’s something that Anming made me promise to ask you about. I think you’ll find it pretty amusing.”
“Anything Anming has to say, I think it will be very charming. You know that, Zach,” said Ayana. “I guess it’s ship-wide knowledge now that I have a terrible crush on her.”
“I know how that is,” said Zach, referring to his own terrible crush on Ayana.
Ayana ignored the reference. “Well, out with it,” she prompted.
“She’s certain that all women must enjoy my attentions as much as she does,” said Zach. “So she made me promise to ask you whether you want another tumble with me.”
Ayana chuckled, “Two falls out of three, eh?”
“She’s a loon,” chuckled Zach.
“I don’t know,” said Ayana. “You’re a good man, Zach. And everyone wants to be desired. I admit that your passion during our inseminations helped. If you’d been bored and staring off into the distance, it would have been truly ick.”
“I know you’re crushy on her,” said Zach. “That doesn’t mean you have to adopt all her viewpoints. You’re scaring me. You’re yanking my tail, aren’t you?”
“Actually, I’m serious. It was easier with you than it would have been with anyone else I can imagine,” said Ayana. “Can’t you take a simple compliment?”
“Well,” said Zach, “thanks, then.”
“I have a counteroffer for Anming,” Ayana smiled.
Zach’s brain short-circuited. “Wha huh?”
“If she’s involved, then yes,” said Ayana. “I’m talking about a threesome, Zach. I’ll do anything either of you want of me as long as Anming, hmm, allows my attentions. None of us has to do anything we find particularly distasteful. And before you ask, Zach, you penetrating me is not distasteful to me. To make it better for me, if Anming would divert my attention while it’s happening, so much the better. Fair enough?”
Zach suddenly felt hot all over his body. He swallowed and said, “That’s an interesting proposal. I’ll relay it.”
Later, when Zach and Anming were cuddled together after their bedtime sex, Zach tried to communicate Ayana’s response. “Ayana answered you,” Zach said, then repeated, “Ayana!” Anming nodded. “She wants a threesome. A three...” Zach held up three fingers.
“Certainly you can have her three times, my virile husband,” Anming replied. “Does she mean three in a row? My, she is greedy. But it’s understandable, since you’ve been neglecting her and have not even asked. Don’t make a woman come to you and beg, my husband. Leave us women a shred of dignity, I implore you.”
Zach shook his head. “Ayana!” he shouted. “You!” he said, tapping Anming’s chest. “Me!” he said, tapping his own chest. “Together!” he said, interlacing his fingers.
Anming stared at him a moment, dumbfounded. “Three all together at the same time? I suppose it’s not too hard to believe. I admit your wives have sometimes indulged in such behavior when overcome with passion. I suppose, given her obvious fear of men, she must need my support. Understandable.”
Anming thought, then continued, “Well, then. You must relieve yourself in Ayana’s womb, my husband. Repeated times, as much as will slake your thirst. That should satisfy her, also, more than she can imagine. How long has it been since you had her?” She paused to feel his forehead. It was as if she feared he would develop a fever if he didn’t have Ayana.
“You know she’ll!” said Zach, and licked the web between his index and middle finger to illustrate. “You!” he said, tapping her chest.
“Oh,” replied Anming. “I can tolerate such behavior, don’t worry. It’s exciting to think that if you flood her lesbian womb enough times with your cream, perhaps it will change her attitude towards men in general.”
Zach shook his head and did a face palm.
Later, Zach sat on the bed watching a big-bellied Ayana with her face and fingers between an even bigger-bellied Anming’s legs. Ayana made gentle, worshipful love to Anming with her lips and tongue.
Anming sighed and groaned. She didn’t want to give Ayana the satisfaction of knowing how much pleasure was enveloping her. Finally, Anming moaned, “You’re making me question… haah… whether I’m an impostor with men. Whether I’m actually a dirty lesbian, to be reviled, after all, just like Caine accused...”
Ayana rose from her delicious slow tongue and lip pleasuring of Anming’s clitoral area to reply. Still stroking Anming’s g-spot and sensitive anal ring with her fingers, she replied, “You don't have to question your sexuality. You only have to consider whether your sexuality is as strictly defined as you think it is.”
“You, also,” Anming argued, “You must be affected by my Zach’s ardent desire, his loving thrusts.”
“Speaking of that,” said Zach. “I’m getting really, really excited, ladies.”
“Our kind of loving, women’s kind of loving, is not the desperate goal-oriented frenzy of the rutting male animal,” Ayana argued. “It’s a long, intense building of truly being with, a human and sentient activity. That said, I’m sensitive to your desperate urges Zach. If you’d be so kind as to let me continue with Anming as I am, feel free.” She wagged her lean, muscular bottom in his direction. “My rectum is prepared as well, if you’d prefer it.”
“Wow, choices,” Zach thrilled, now behind Ayana and excitedly stroking his penis in her oily ass crack. “Which do you want?”
“Enjoy yourself, Zach,” said Ayana. “I’m focusing on Anming. Rest assured your activity won’t be unpleasant to me. It’s in the context of my face being buried in Anming’s succulent snatch, after all. In fact, your animal rutting may even cause me to orgasm. But in the bigger picture, for me, it’s part of me loving Anming. So just enjoy yourself.”
Zach was so excited, he only had a few functioning brain cells left. He was definitely not prepared to unpack what Ayana was babbling about. He thrust and began to stretch and open up Ayana’s juicy pussy. He knew it was due to her enjoyment of Anming, and he shared that. He felt close to both women’s excitement as he stroked deliciously in Ayana. He was trying to not jerk her around as he greatly enjoyed her. It would disrupt her work on Anming.
It was seeing his sweetheart writhe in joy and orgasm on Ayana’s tongue. It was enjoying the tight, quivering grip of Ayana’s forbidden cunt. He groaned and shook in enormous orgasm. As gently as he could manage, he relieved his semen into Ayana’s willing lesbian baby hole. It was such delicious and incongruous satisfaction his brain practically exploded.
“Well, good,” said Ayana to Anming. “Now we can enjoy each other in peace for a little while at least.”
“Haven’t you received my husband ever before?” Anming challenged. “He’s hardly just begun! Fill her other hole with your voluminous and fertile cream now, my husband. Didn’t you hear her beg you for an assault on her dirty excrement hole? Conquering it with your massive manhood will broaden her sexual horizons indeed, heh heh.”
Zach firmly but lovingly pushed into Ayana’s anus. She stopped licking Anming and said to her, “This will be good preparation. I was hoping you’d be willing to anally fist me later? Your delicate hand and arm should feel glorious in me.”
With a moue of distaste, Anming replied, “We’ll see. Now please,” she whimpered, and desperately pulled Ayana back to her near orgasming vulva.
In the end, nobody’s sexual opinions or attitudes changed much. Ayana remained pretty darn lesbian even though she had several powerful orgasms while Zach was enjoying her. Anming remained conflicted. She confessed with humiliation her attraction to women during her orgasms with Ayana. She openly cried out her heterosexuality fiercely whenever Zach took her. As for Zach, his love for and enjoyment of both women never wavered.
The lovemaking back and forth between Anming and Ayana was endless. It fascinated Zach how adept Anming was at it. Perhaps it was natural ability. Perhaps it was her time with Caine. Certainly Ayana’s excited response was the thrill of having a new woman to play with. That Ayana was a goddess of female desire and delight was beyond question.
Ayana, being very persuasive, got Anming to anally fist her for an extended period. Zach had never seen a woman orgasm so frequently or passionately before. It was outrageously hot. Ayana barely noticed when Zach ejaculated all over her belly and Anming's arm. Anming, a look of concentration and resolve on her face, churned Ayana tirelessly to halfway up her forearm. It took everything she had to overcome her distaste of touching Ayana's soil.
Much of the time, Zach lay and watched the visual feast of the two women pouring their love and excitement into each other. Whenever he became urgently aroused, he took with permission an accessible mouth, cunt, or asshole for his pleasure. He usually took two or three turns in various holes and then calmed down again for a while.
This continuum of loving, sleeping, and fucking lasted all night and into the morning. Zach was never able to truly get into the complex flow of the women’s lovemaking. The waxing and waning of it, from his point of view, mystified him. It seemed to him he was an outsider to the world they created together, though not an unwelcome one. He tried to absorb from the women what lovemaking could be if freed from the agenda that, as a male, underscored his every breath and thought.
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“I relieve you,” said Alexis.
“I stand relieved,” said Colleen.
Zach caught Colleen as she passed by and bent her over the plotting table right there in Control A. Alexis looked on with amusement. “Zach, what are you doing?” Colleen chuckled nervously.
Zach took a pair of trauma shears and swiftly cut Colleen’s flight suit and panties through the crotch. Pinning her head to the table, he ripped further, giving himself unfettered and unobstructed access to both her holes. He stirred her cunt opening with his dick. It was juicy enough. He thrust in to the hilt, eliciting an “UUUH!” from her.
Thus pinned head down and transfixed on his cock, Colleen heard, “You’re off duty now, wife. Until you go on duty again at 10 AM tomorrow, you’re my woman, period. No decisions to weigh. No concerns to mull. No cares to disturb. You are sensation. Just being enjoyed, and enjoying. Giving pleasure I want. Taking pleasure I give.” Zach began fucking her firmly.
Alexis, quietly standing by the main control console, quietly watched with a look of excited amusement. As pleasure from Zach’s fucking suffused Colleen’s blushing face, her hand crept into her waistband.
“Zach,” Colleen chuckled, “shouldn’t we- OW! Nnngh!”
Zach had spanked her ass hard. “Don’t talk. Feel.”
In fact, Colleen had been so stressed lately. After launch, being stuck in the infernal bubble. Once out of the bubble, her ship, her command in disarray. Then the terrible embarrassment of the accident, where she’d been caught fornicating and Mateo had saved the day. Every decision her responsibility, however opaque. How very much she’d denied herself the option of surrender, surrender, surrender. She shrieked, “HYAAAA!! My Christ!” Her orgasm shook her like a rag doll and everything splashed on the deck and her destroyed clothes.
“Wow! She’s a squirter!” enthused Alexis, coming closer to watch and jilling faster.
“She only does it when she needs to,” moaned Zach. “You’re gripping my dick so tight and slippery, my wife, my Colleen. The pleasure. It’s coming soon, darling.”
“AAAAUGH!” Colleen cried in a loud orgasm, stronger than the last. Colby had arrived because of the noise. She stood quietly at the edge of the control room, watching the couple. Anming, also alerted, walked up to join her. Scowling, she grabbed a large dinner napkin from the galley and placed it gently over Zach’s hand holding Colleen’s head to the table. She sought to spare Colleen embarrassment, but now it looked silly.
Just as Anming placed the napkin on Colleen’s head, Zach locked his hips into her. “RRAAAH!!” His feeling was so fierce, his release so utter.
A moment of hushed silence with the couple. A squeak from Alexis as she shuddered and tried to orgasm as softly as possible. Colleen heard it and knew if she scolded Alexis for masturbating on duty, Zach would spank her more. She would deal with it some other time.
Zach stroked some lube from his pocket on and into Colleen’s pucker.
Anming, back watching with the others, grimaced as she watched this part.
Colleen managed, “UUUUUH!” as Zach forced his entire cock through her tight anal sphincter.
Anming covered her eyes, swore something in Chinese, and added, “in front of everybody.”
Ayana and Khushi showed up to the crowd, as did the men, Jason and Mateo. Charisse was tucked away somewhere in the back trying to look over or around the others.
Colleen, however, was unaware of the crowd that had gathered during her ecstasy. She could only feel herself held down tight and Zach’s penis deliciously punishing her back door. Ever since puberty she’d lived for this feeling. It was the hefty cock stretching her everything in painful pleasure. It was the firm control of her body as he dominated her and used her for his sport. And more than all this, it was his powerful demand that she banish all thoughts but of him and the powerful pleasuring he was giving her. She moaned long and low as a deep thrumming anal orgasm shook her whole body.
Zach, enjoying Colleen’s tight anus more than ever before, was delighted his plan was working so well. It had been so long since he and Colleen had really connected. It was all his fault. Before launch, there had been too much serious work. After launch, she had been in the bubble. There, he’d felt the demand to spread his attentions around fairly. And since the bubble, worries about Colby with Jason and its implications had turned him into a zombie.
This week, he wanted to focus only on Colleen. Give her a real break from her demanding duties. Give her a home and a man to cleave to and feel secure with. In short, truly become for her what she’d originally asked of him as a lover, “I want us to keep each other up all night. I want you to make me forget I’m in charge of all this. I want you to make me your slave for an evening. I want you to kill me with this great big dick of yours.”
“I’m getting close, sweetheart,” Zach was forced to blurt.
“Haaaa finish me off!” Colleen whimpered. “Give me another.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Zach continued, taking her now with intense focus. “Any pleasure my lady wants, she gets.” The pounding continued as Colleen’s overwhelmed body tensed, relaxed, and tensed harder. Finally, “UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” from the bottom of her guts the orgasm came to set her ablaze.
Satisfied, Zach let himself go, and a moment later, locked his hips tightly, “RRRRRAAH!!” In his extreme enjoyment, he nearly climbed Colleen and the plotting table in his intense joining. He ended up with one knee on the table, bracing, his hips quivering as he unloaded. He sprayed shot after shot of his life force deeply, forcefully, and satisfyingly into her lovely ass.
Zach was panting in ecstasy, and Colleen was deep in erotic reverie when the applause started. At first it was only Alexis, but then the entire crew that was in attendance joined in.
Colleen’s eyes went wide as she realized every waking member of the crew was here. “Is this going to undermine my authority?” she complained. There was laughter.
“Like Zach said, you need a real break Colleen,” said Alexis. “You need to stand down.”
Anming piped up from the crowd. “Dear commander, when off duty you must obey your husband. This is your precious week to enjoy and sate his enormous thirst for you specifically. It is your solemn duty this week to give yourself to constant doses of his virile seed. Thus, you can be serene in your between times with only a few touch ups. For your own good, surrender your concerns and bask in your husband’s care.”
“I will, Anming,” said Colleen, “and thank you.”
With that, Zach gathered Colleen up in his arms. Amidst applause, he carried her towards Head A1. As he passed Charisse, he told her, "Your week will come directly after Colby's." She nodded in recognition. He shut the door.
“Can somebody bring me a mop?” asked Alexis.
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The next day, Jason passed Zach in the hall. Zach turned around and asked, “A moment? I want to thank you for taking such good care of Colby.”
“That’s generous of you, Zach. I’m glad Colby told you,” said Jason. “The situation as it stood made me very uncomfortable. And, as for getting into the whole thing in the first place, who could resist her?”
“Nobody,” said Zach. A quiet moment of meaning passed between them. “I remember her before the selection. Her workshop was right next door to the medical clinic where I worked. She was always so calm, saying ‘Everything will work out fine.’ And we kept our distance, because, you know. The last thing you’d want is to get involved with someone else in the selection pool. Either you’d go or they would. It would be brutal. Then the day after we were both selected, I visited her at her house. She threw me down on her entryway rug with one of her Aikido moves. She said, ‘Is it okay if I love you?’ I learned she had been crushing mightily on me for months. I never felt luckier in my life than in that moment. Since then, it’s been volatile. She’s already kicked me to the curb once. You seem to have no problem meeting her shifting and exacting standards.”
“Let me tell you this, Zach, and I want you to hear this.” Zach could tell Jason wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him. Such gravitas in the man, he didn’t seem a foot shorter. Jason continued, “I’m her piece on the side. She likes me just fine. She loves you, really loves you. I can tell better than anyone, wouldn’t you think? Never doubt it. Don’t lose her by default.”
“Thank you. I’ll do my best,” said Zach. He added, “I envy you the time you have with her.”
“I envy you the life you’ll have with her, the children,” said Jason.
“For the time being, I’m glad she has us both,” said Zach. And they shook hands and left it at that.
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It was Monday Mina 2, and Zach was running his week with Colleen up to the last moment. She was due to relieve Berte in a couple of minutes. He was having Colleen on the surgical table in Medical Bay A next door. They were face to face, eye to eye as he fucked her. He asked, “Are you sore enough now to remember me?”
“I’m sore in both holes, but I don’t need that to remember you,” said Colleen. “You’re not just a big dick to me, Zach. Or even just the father of our kid. I love you, lover boy. Never more than just now. Thank you for this week. Keep trying to outdo yourself; I can use it. You make me happy. Oh Christ, I can feel you. Let’s finish together. I’m ready. I’m ready. Ohhhhmmm.” With a reasonably quiet grunt, he ejaculated into her. He sighed with satisfaction.
Colleen was dressed and there to relieve Berte on the dot. “I relieve you.”
“I stand relieved,” said Berte. She looked over at Zach’s face, then back to Colleen. “Does he have a funny look?” Berte asked the commander.
Colleen glanced over at Zach. “Oh-oh.”
“You’re my wife, too,” Zach said to Berte. This was the beginning of his transition to the graveyard watch and his week with Berte. He patted the plotting table. “You deserve no less.”
“She certainly doesn’t, mister,” said Colleen. “But our control room shouldn’t smell like a whorehouse and need a swabbing every hour. Take it indoors, kids, please. Too much of this behavior, Zach, and people will start showing up to your shift changes for the entertainment value.”
“Sure thing, Colleen,” Berte giggled. She grabbed Zach’s hand and dragged him antispinward over towards Radial Arm Bay A1. “Byee!” Then she backed him out of Colleen’s sight back into the privacy of the instrument bay. She pulled his head down towards her face with a giggle and gave him a deep wet kiss. The kiss was filled with all her passionate honest uncompromising love for him.
Zach sat down and pulled Berte down into his lap in the secluded corner. They kissed ardently, unhurried. They had sixteen hours until the next graveyard watch. He was not worried about the circadian transition. He could count on her to fuck him to sleep, ample sleep, over that period.
Zach slipped up Berte’s pullover to expose her magnificent titties, recently nicknamed Frustration and Depression. They were more massive with milk than ever. He latched onto Depression and the colostrum urgently sprayed down his throat. She sighed and shared, “Ohhh I need this. Since you started sucking me, I’ve started to feel painfully full at odd times in my off weeks. So now I make Aiden suck ‘em dry from time to time. Now he’s a good little, or huh, big nurser.” Frustration was leaking a little in anticipation. Zach pulled a hand towel out of his pocket and held it to the other girl as he relieved the pressure on Depression.
Once both teats were lovingly drained, Berte slid off Zach’s lap, slipped out of her stretch pants and panties, and showed him her brimming wet pussy and prepared anus. “They’re so sensitive,” she whispered. “Your sucking nearly made me cum. C’mon you motherfucker, I want your dick while it’s still wet with her. Oh yeah, I heard you over there. Made me want to touch myself, but I waited, waited for this. Thanks to our darling commander, longer fuck for me,” she growled.
In a swift frenzy of passion, Zach pulled down his scrubs and crouched over Berte. His penis was plenty stiff, even to open her tight little puzzle of a pussy. And the way was slick. Lovingly he stirred, lodged. She bit her finger to keep from crying out as he entered her. He pressed, slid into her slick tightness, rocked her open wider and longer. Before he was even fully lodged, she writhed and mewed softly in orgasm. She was a hot little kitty this morning.
The nice hard deck surface made up for the Martian gravity. He slid in, pressed her hips to the deck, and enjoyed his length in her thoroughly as they locked eyes. She was giving him her famous eye job, a nice steady one. “You know I can hear you over there,” Colleen called. Berte giggled. Her eyes fluttered shut as she writhed again in orgasm, pinned tightly to the deck.
They finished passionately and quietly, and being quiet made it more intense. There was no way to scream the pleasure out. It was all bottled up, bouncing around. When Zach had given his gift, and they were tittering together about something, Colleen said, “The mop is over there, if you don’t mind.” They dressed, gave the floor a wipe like Colleen asked, and went to bed in Ethan and Aiden’s quarters. Ethan was with Aanya as usual, and Aiden was with the Breeding Bitches again for the week.
They had a quick dinner in Galley A. They had it to themselves. Berte upheld the Trigonometry tradition of bending over the dining table at the end of the meal. She did it with a giggle and a wiggle of her substantial ass. Zach loved gripping her ass. He had her in her anus, because Berte loved it, and he hadn’t had it yet. She’d prepared it before her shift began. It was all cleaned out, lubed, and awaiting his arrival. With a touch-up of lube from his pocket on her pucker, he slipped in smoothly and with delicious force.
Berte was no longer gossiping, but she was still a voluble texter. “You still don’t understand much about Anming’s work, Zach. What makes her so important.” Her phone now spoke everything Berte typed in real time in a pleasant woman’s voice. The woman kept going when Berte made the occasional mistake. It would say things like “...it’s-backspace-backspace-backspace...its grandeur...”
“I know she’s supposed to be the smartest person who ever lived,” Zach said.
“What does that even mean?” texted Berte rhetorically. “Anming is standing in a particular place in history that nobody else can look from. From the vantage of her deep understanding, she has a reasonable chance of solving the Unified Field Paradox. That’s huge, Zach. You just know her as your quiet and dutiful wife, but her work could change everything. Literally everything.”
“Not my love for you,” said Zach, giving her a good spank on one cheek.
“Aww! Stand by,” Berte texted. She had to stop to have a nice juicy orgasm.
“I’ll bite,” said Zach. “What is this paradox I should appreciate?”
“Let me try to explain it in layman’s terms for you,” texted Berte.
“You’re aware your tight ass is driving me crazy and I currently have only a handful of functioning brain cells,” said Zach.
“All right, finish up your desert, then,” texted Berte. “Leave the custard in me, though. Seriously, it’s that bad for you? Seems girls have a few more functioning brain cells at the end. I suppose that’s for avoiding nine months to eighteen years of lost expectations in the bad old days.”
“Oh sweetheart, I love you so,” groaned Zach.
“Aww. Likewise, you great big fuckbeast,” texted Berte.
“UHHHH!!” cried Zach, locking into her and squirting the custard she’d ordered. “RRRRR!”
“Okay, mmm, that was great,” texted Berte. “Okay now. Are you ready to listen?”
“Sure, okay,” said Zach, down on his elbows and nuzzling her neck.
“The unified field model has been a holy grail of physics since Einstein,” texted Berte. “I hope you know who he was.”
“Yes,” said Zach. “Ee equals em cee squared.”
“And so much more, Zach,” said Berte. “Not only did he relate mass and energy, but he unlocked how the three spatial dimensions we live in relate directly to time and gravity, among other things.”
“But not as smart as Anming,” said Zach.
“Who cares?” said Berte. “Science isn’t a footrace. But stop changing the subject. Much of the universe is understood in terms of his General Theory of Relativity. This theory depends on gravity having no fine structure. It states, in a nutshell, that gravity is merely a continuous bending of the space-time continuum where the gravitational force we experience is because time slows down the more space bends. Things naturally seek their lowest possible energy state. This is why stuff falls towards the center of a gravity well. This was the model of space time and gravity developed by Einstein and proven countless times since then down to an astounding exactitude.”
“I got completely lost there,” said Zach. “Please take it from the top.”
“Einstein said gravity bends space,” said Berte.
“You mean like gravitational lensing?” asked Zach.
“That’s an example,” said Berte. “Continuously bends it smoothly. No aliasing like when you’re looking at poor resolution monitor. Infinitely smooth. Got it?”
“Sure, makes sense,” said Zach.
“Okay, let’s move on,” said Berte. “Quantum mechanics says that everything is made up of bits of things, at least when it’s observed.”
“How about when it’s not being observed?” asked Zach.
“Then it’s just a probability of something,” said Berte.
“Okay,” said Zach.
“But everything is made up of bits of things, including mass, the property of matter related to gravity,” said Berte.
“All right,” said Zach. “I’m starting to see the problem. Things can’t both be made up of bits of things and be smooth.”
“That’s close enough, Zach,” said Berte. “That’s what Anming is working on sorting out.”
“When I have that kind of problem, I just warm it up,” said Zach.
“What do you mean?” asked Berte.
“Like butter. It’s bits, but then you heat it up, and you can spread it smooth,” Zach giggled.
“I will choke-a-bitch!” Berte yelled, chasing him around the dining table to tickle him.
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Around 3:30 PM, when Berte was down for her sleep cycle, Zach awakened from his short corresponding nap. He was always restless during the sleep cycle for several days during the transition from day to graveyard watches. He looked at Berte’s beautiful sleeping face, childlike in its innocence. He got up gently, put on his scrubs, and left her sleeping.
The night shift was off duty and awake at the moment. That meant Charisse, Alexis, and Mateo could probably be found together, as could Ayana and Khushi. Sleeping were Aanya and Ethan, no doubt together, and Colette and probably Aiden. Then there was Michaela down in the bubble on duty working with Anming. Colleen and Colby were also on duty.
He found Charisse, Mateo, and Alexis playing strip blowjob Foosball in Recreation B. They looked well advanced in the game, so he let them be. He called Anming. “How about dinner when you get off work?”
“Certainly, my husband. 6:30 PM in Galley A?” confirmed Anming.
“No, I was thinking more private. Galley B?” asked Zach.
“As you wish. So you have an urge?” asked Anming.
“Yes, a great one for you,” said Zach.
“Berte is treating you properly?” asked Anming.
“Very much so, but she needs sleep, and I’m wakeful,” said Zach.
“Is she allowing you complete freedom?” asked Anming.
“Yes, absolutely,” said Zach assured her.
“How many times have you orgasmed since she took you over at 10 AM?” asked Anming.
“A gentlemen shouldn’t say,” said Zach.
“I’m responsible for your well-being,” insisted Anming.
“Six,” said Zach.
“Six? In the last six hours? And you want more?” Anming asked incredulously.
“I want you,” Zach said. “I’ll be more ready. I’ll sleep more before then.”
“Michaela is asking… Michaela is now asking if you want the both of us,” said Anming.
“Nothing would please me more,” said Zach. “But she can’t come to Galley B yet. Tell her I will try to come visit her after we’ve had a chance to catch up.”
“Catch up how much?” asked Anming.
“Thoroughly catch up,” said Zach.
“Yes, my husband,” said Anming. “I will attend you in Galley B at 6:30 PM.”
After that, since everyone was more or less busy at the moment and his date with Anming was set, he took a cannabis cube, the kind that was high in CBT, and cuddled up with Berte. Those cubes knocked him right out. He was asleep within minutes.
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Aanya’s week started with a nice, juicy mock-rape on Monday, Mina 9. He overpowered her in Hydroponics Bay B6. He gagged and blindfolded her before marching her off to a secluded spot in Storage B5. There, he tied her up tightly and cut her clothes off. He used a voice modulator to make his voice sound like not his, a creepy man’s. Then he used her repeatedly in all three holes over the course of three hours. Sometimes he paddled her or used a light whip to spoil her orgasms. Sometimes he choked her to enhance their intensity.
When he was done, he was exhausted, and she was one seriously used little fucktoy hanging limply there. He cut her down and carried her to the head for a pee and a shower. She relieved her breast pressure by milking herself in the hot spray. They walked to their quarters where he gave her a massage. By the end she was dead asleep. Of course, throughout, he'd taken great pains not to stress her baby any more than a difficult workout would have.
Zach endeavored to continue the week like this. He gave her one passionate lengthy mock-rape a day that was over the top and at a random time. He focused on the aspects she loved. One aspect was the passion and intensity of the sex. Another aspect was the control and removal of her agency. This helped her with the self-blame or guilt from wanting the choking and so forth that she loved. Many sexual things she loved like anal sex were reviled in her home society. Doing these in the mock-rape shielded her from the guilt of the acts somewhat. It was a good thing that her consensual non-consent was easy to forget at an emotional level.
Their other sex, which Zach himself enjoyed more, was also passionate. Aanya served him desert at the table like the other wives. But perhaps this was the most outre romantic sex they had. A lot of it was just talking about their future, giving her oral sex, having her missionary style, and other things he loved. The mock-rapes seemed to settle her really firmly during the rest of their time together.
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Colby’s week with Zach started on Monday, Mina 16. A lot of things happened that day. When Zach came by to accost Colby at the end of her watch, Jason was there joking with her. Zach walked up to Jason and shook his hand. “I relieve you,” Zach joked.
“I stand relieved,” Jason chuckled.
“Enjoy her,” said Jason.
“I will,” said Zach. "Very much. I mean, look at how her tits are growing. That belly!"
“I’m not a sex toy!” complained Colby.
“Oh you aren’t, are you?” said Zach. “We’ll see about that.” He chased her in a tickle fight down the corridor. Then his medical alert went off. Khushi had gone into labor for real.
(To be continued)
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77: Monday, Mina 16, 231 1800 hours OST: Trifecta
Khushi’s baby was properly positioned. All there was for Zach to do was be in attendance in case things took a bad turn. Ayana was interested in doing everything. He made it clear to her she should be there primarily to comfort and encourage. If dilation or fetal heartbeat or anything needed to be checked, he could do that stuff.
Khushi had a very quick birth. She started having regular contractions after she was fairly well along in dilation. Everything was done in about an hour. Khushi gave birth to a healthy baby boy. He came out wide awake, not very upset, and seemingly curious about the world. His skin was much paler than Khushi’s. More like Zach, but he knew that would probably change. The boy’s eyes and lashes were as dark and beautiful as his mom’s. He had a surprised looking shock of dark brown hair. He did his Apgars, drained Khushi’s teats, and fell promptly asleep, as did Khushi. Zach was hugely thankful Ayana was an excellent nursing coach. Often that was the hardest part.
After Khushi and baby were thoroughly tucked in, Ayana spoke to Zach out in the corridor. “We’re not shutting you out, Zach. Visit anytime you like, but don’t feel obligated. We’re a normal couple with a normal baby. Day-to-day, we don’t need or want anybody else’s help to care for him.”
It was clear that Ayana’s plan for Khushi’s child was to limit Zach’s fathering purely to the biological. It was fine, for the time being, until he had a chance to talk to Khushi. He said, “If you need anything-”
“I know how to reach you, Zach,” Ayana assured. “This is your evening recreation, right? And a Monday, too. As I understand, you have a wife to get reacquainted with. Who is it this week?”
“Colby,” answered Zach.
“Mmm, Colby. She’s the only crewmate I haven’t had the pleasure of. I’ve had so many wet dreams about her,” Ayana confessed.
“Understandable. Who wouldn’t?” Zach offered amiably.
“If she ever feels the desire to convert me to hetero sex like Anming did, sign me up,” said Ayana.
“Ha ha, I’ll keep that in mind,” said Zach. “Wow, ten for eleven. All in all, I would say you’ve been extremely lucky at finding crewmates willing to play with you.”
“I can’t complain,” said Ayana. “Anming was sooo sweet,” she growled. “Having you rut at my tender holes all night was a small price to pay for that sweet nectar. If you two ever want a rematch...”
“It’s all about what Anming wants, as well as I can decipher. So I’ll let you know,” said Zach. “You are definitely not blaming me for your ass hurt, though. That’s all you.”
“Ha ha, fair enough,” said Ayana.
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Zach found Colby in Recreation B. She was all dressed up, sitting wearing a fetching short navy blue skirt. A lemon yellow top covered her giant belly. She looked ripe and citrusy. She was engaged in deep discussion with Jason over cannabis smoothies. “Oh… Zach...” she said. “Don’t you have to go back? We were just talking.”
“I can see that,” said Zach. “You are pretty stoned.”
Colby panicked, “Is Khushi okay?!”
“Khushi is all done,” Zach said, sitting down with them. “She made it look easy.”
“Will you have one?” asked Colby.
“A baby? No thank you,” said Zach. It was kind of a lame joke, but Colby and Jason collapsed in hysterics. They were stoned.
“No a smoothie!” Colby squeezed out between hysterics.
“Thanks,” said Zach. They composed themselves, such as it was. Colby shook the thermos, then poured him a smoothie.
“So, deets,” said Colby.
“It’s a boy. Six pounds ten ounces. Very healthy,” said Zach. “Did I interrupt a discussion?”
“Not really,” said Colby. “Cannabis makes me babble on about seemingly profound things.”
“It wasn’t babble,” insisted Jason. “I thought it was very poetic.”
“Watch out for him,” said Zach. “He’s a charmer.”
Colby giggled, “You don’t know the half of it.” She stroked Jason’s face. She leaned forward as if to kiss him and then sat back, remembering Zach was right there. She was stoned and feeling very affectionate. It wouldn’t have bothered him much if she had kissed him. After all, they all knew that she and Jason were doing a lot more than that in private.
They’d probably both justifiably assumed Zach would be gone all night. Jason was trying to maintain decorum around Zach, but he was stoned and now disgruntled. “What if I am a charmer?” said Jason. “Isn’t it time for you to bend your wife over that Foosball table and stake your claim? You wouldn’t want to treat her unfairly compared to your other wives.”
“Well, if you insist,” Zach joked, which got a worried glare from Colby. “But no. That was a particular thing for Colleen’s benefit that got out of hand. I didn’t realize the noise would attract literally everybody.”
“I was stunned to be walking along and then see something so sexual and primal,” Colby purred. “It made me wet. Don’t get any ideas though, Zach. Not being on show for the whole rest of the crew like that.” She said it like she wanted to work her way up to exactly that.
“But now, it would be just me watching,” Jason coaxed, teased. “Nobody comes by here.”
“Oh no I just couldn’t, Jason, wouldn’t,” Colby giggled. Her preference was clear, but she was also clearly excited by the idea.
Zach picked her up and carried her over to the couch. “Zach! Haha,” she panted nervously. He laid her down and pinned her hips there gently but firmly with his body. He kissed her then, deeply, wetly. During that kiss, Jason came over to sit on the floor next to Colby’s head. He stroked her hair. “Zach, please,” she moaned.
“What?” Zach said. “I’m just saying hi.” As he kissed her, he felt her body. She was stoned. She felt excited to him. Her body was presenting, her hips cocked forward and grinding against him. She and Jason had been talking, probably had been just about to go to bed. Zach’s hard cock was pressing on her bare leg through his pants. He needed her!
He broke the kiss again to feel under her skirt. “Zach,” she said soberly. Her panties were wet through. She writhed when he touched her there. He moved her panties to the side and plunged in one finger, felt and stroked her g-spot. She struggled, writhed under him, “Can’t.” She stiffened, arched tight against his pinning weight, “Oh ho!” Climaxed. “Uhhhh! Huhooooooh!” she whimpered. “Please, baby, can we...”
Zach moved off her to remove her panties. She mewed, “Please-” Jason got on his knees and kissed her deeply on the lips. She grabbed him around the head. She allowed Zach to remove her panties, made it easy. Zach pulled down his scrub pants. He positioned himself and stirred his cock head on her wet, slick vulva. This was so hot. So hot! Jason and him having her together! They would keep her up all night!
Colby pushed Jason back. “Guys, no!” she said adamantly. Zach sat up, sat back away from her. He was so hugely urgent he’d barely heard her. Jason looked surprised, rebuked, and stoned. Colby was just lying there, unmoving, looking confused. Her legs were still spread where Zach had left them. One heel was stuck atop the back of the couch. The other was dangling off the couch. Her skirt was up, displaying her tousled muff and wet, open lips. Her juicy little pink bullseye was on full and yummy display. “Not like this,” she said softly, looking away.
Zach was embarrassed to have crashed their party like this, uninvited and unexpected. It had been crass. He also felt beyond desperate now, jumping out of his skin. He stood up and pulled on his scrub pants over his raging, bulging erection. He didn’t even want to sort this out right now. He had no brain cells left anyway, beyond what it took to follow simple instructions. He walked off spinward past Head B2. “Zach,” Colby called hesitantly after him. He kept walking towards the radial arm bay. Michaela would sort him out, no questions asked.
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Three hours later, Zach woke up suddenly in the fuckspace with Michaela. The emergency signal on his phone woke them. He climbed out quickly, hunting in the faint light for his floating clothes. It had stopped by the time he fished it out. It had been Colby. As he looked at it, a text message came through from her. “Where are you?”
Zach was now feeling calm enough to deal with whatever mood she was in over this. He had misjudged her and the situation terribly. Maybe he didn’t know her at all. “Where should we meet?”
If text messages could sound hurt, hers did. “Home. Come home. Home to bed. To our quarters. Where else?”
“One for the road, nai-skup?” Michaela was out the top of the fuckspace, holding onto it with one hand. She held her wet labia apart to flash him. “I want it again, dearest honey,” she said, smiling sweetly at him, playing her lovey-dovey persona to attract him.
Michaela must know that otherwise he was out of there on other business. It seemed she did really, really want it again. She was insatiable tonight. They’d already done it three times. But it was two really, because his first had been lightning quick. Even so, she’d enjoyed it, the semen meant for Colby. There was nothing she liked better than a nice big shot of hot semen up in her. It didn’t matter how quick. No doubt that’s why she’d loved getting gangbanged so much back on Earth. She’d have to wait several years to have that on Mars, the poor woman. “Sure,” he said, and climbed back in with her.
Michaela thrilled and stretched luxuriously as Zach entered her needy cunt. She stretched her stubby legs and tiny feet apart out their opposite leg holes. Good reliable Zach began railing her nice and hard. From her perspective, he was the best fucker of the men along. Lucky, because the others probably wouldn’t be around too much after landing. Oh, here was one. She moaned out a nice big long satisfying one.
Zach would be an even more precious resource once they got there. She considered her options, because she would need her daily visits, morning and evening, ideally. Zach was so softhearted, though, of course he would comply somehow. They’d better send more men soon, or Zach would die young. Nobody could keep up with all these demanding bitches and not suffer for his health. But maybe it wouldn’t be so easy to get him. Just to keep him visiting here, she’d had to smile more than in her entire life before. Her cheeks actually hurt sometimes. It was gruesome. Oh here was another one. Oh, yessssssss…
“You will visit me on Mars, yes?” Michaela asked.
Zach replied, “Mmm. Huh. Sure, uh, yes. Oh Mihuhuh… oh honey...”
Here it came. Zach never called her a nickname unless he was out of his mind and just about to cum. He knew she hated it, but he just couldn’t help it by then. Privately, she had come to enjoy the silly names Zach grunted at her at the end. Some men cried, which depressed her, and Zach rarely did. His strokes shortened as his body demanded release. She pulled her legs in from the holes and dug them tightly into the sides of his rippling muscular ass. He beat the holy mother out of her cunt with his giant dick. He was never gentle at the end, too excited. She would hold him in her tightly from now until his balls were drained dry.
“RRAAAAAH!!” Hot jets forced their way relentlessly throughout her fully stretched cunt. She bet the baby could taste this one! So hot. So filling. So… she moaned out another one and squirted a little. Sometimes that’s all it took to set her on fire. Something to remember until she could manage to lure him down here again.
Zach jerked out of her, sending her into quivering aftershocks. His spume poured from her tingling battered hole. “I’ve gotta go,” he muttered, and crawled up past her.
She thought of swallowing Zach’s dick for him as he went past and delaying him longer. He could never resist her oral skills. But instead, she would have mercy on his busy schedule. She was too good to him. “Fuck off, then,” she muttered bitterly as he dressed and left without another word.
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When Zach arrived after showering, Colby started crying. “What did I do to deserve this, baby?” she wailed.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Zach said, and meant it. He was an idiot. “I missed you and was so hot to start with you this evening. I got carried away and catastrophically misread your signals. Jason did too, I think.”
“Not that,” Colby bawled, “you and every other woman on the ship!”
Zach was caught off guard with this line of reasoning. She was suffering about the open marriage thing. And he had probably brought it up to her by dawdling with Michaela. Or maybe it would have happened anyway, the crazy bint. Well, okay, it was white lie time. “I’m sorry I got delayed. I had to handle some things for Ayana because she’s busy with Khushi.” It was close to the truth. Michaela would have been nearly as well handled getting fisted by Ayana, he figured.
“What things?” Colby challenged.
Zach was prepared. It felt a bit icky, but he reminded himself she’d asked him to do this. “The temporary vacuum in the core damaged some containers. That’s been cleaned up, but we’re making sure.” All true, essentially. Just not so urgent.
“Well...” said Colby. That took the wind out of her sails. But she tacked effectively. “I said I didn’t want it, and you pinned me down, him too.” She became shrill, agitated, “I pleaded, but you held me down anyway, and you made me… made me show him! And then he kissed me while you got ready to show him more. You were both acting crazy, like wild animals, not yourselves.”
Well, this was upsetting. “Nothing he hasn’t seen before,” Zach jibed, feeling pretty abused. “But you’re right, I’m a monster. I’ll go now. You can turn me in tomorrow. I need some sleep.” He turned around to leave.
“Wait,” said Colby softly. “I didn’t want it like that.”
Zach didn’t turn around. “I know that now.”
Colby said shyly, “Not us all stoned. Not in public. ‘Cause I would have woke the whole crew while you were showing him. And he was showing you. And I don’t want you to make me. I want you both to be sweet like usual.”
Zach turned to face her and asked,“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I don’t know,” said Colby. “What am I saying?”
“That you want us both at the same time,” said Zach.
“Well, not exactly the same time,” she giggled. “Just one of you in there is bursting full.”
“Well, you do have two holes down there,” Zach pointed out.
Colby frowned. “No, not that. I want you to show him, and him to look at me. And then the other way.”
Colby thought for a minute. Maybe she thought he looked disappointed? “I’m not saying never. I’ll do the mouth and… some, if you guys really want it.”
“Well, set it up, then,” said Zach.
“You set it up,” Colby giggled.
“Are you kidding? I barely know the guy,” said Zach. “Where did you leave it with him?”
“I sent him away to sober up. I was pretty angry,” said Colby.
“Well, I should fix that at least,” said Zach. He texted Jason a priority override message, “All is well. Everything resolved happily. She wanted some things and didn’t want other things, is all. She will tell you about it tomorrow.” Then he said to Colby, “I texted him that you’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
“No! Now that I’m not stoned to the gills, I’m embarrassed,” said Colby.
“You don’t have to talk to him about that,” said Zach. “But the guy needs to see you’re not angry anymore. You sure scared the crap out of me. Not that I didn’t deserve it, but still.”
They sat and regarded each other for a minute. Zach had nothing more to say. He was thinking about where he should sleep tonight. She’d made it clear she wanted him to stay. He was not sure it was a good idea for either of them.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry for scaring you,” said Colby. She sat up in bed and held her arms out to him. Her breasts were irresistible, swelling with milk, nipples tight and erect. “Come to bed, baby,” she implored. “Let your chocolate bunny give you the sugar you need.”
“You don’t need to do that.” Zach hated it when she handled him. She used his addiction to her to manage him. She thought it was her body he was addicted to. But he really did love her, and it was being so hard right now. Michaela had just drained him. Colby had just put a scare on him. This was a rare moment he just wasn’t in the mood.
“Baby, I want to,” Colby said. “I’m sorry about all that.”
“No you don’t,” said Zach. “Let’s be honest at least. I’m sorry I interrupted your bonus evening with Jason.”
“I’m not going to lie and say he wasn’t hoping for something. But you know you’re my number one man, baby,” Colby argued. “I was hoping for you.” She sounded genuine. What was he doing? He didn’t want to be jealous anyway. There was nothing to be jealous about. If he really believed Colby didn’t want him, wanted to hurt him, he should leave her and divide her time among the others. So what was it going to be? He realized she had expended as much energy managing him tonight as he had expended managing her. He needed to start being a man instead of a pussy. Demand what he needed. Be clear about what he wanted. Take what was given. Or leave.
Zach undressed. Colby breathed a sigh of relief.
Still, it riled him. She’d never dressed that way for him. But that wasn’t true. That first afternoon, my word. He’d never been body-thrown by a woman dressed to the nines. “I want you to dress up for me,” he told her. “The way you looked for Jason made me jealous.”
“So that’s what it was,” Colby smirked. “It didn’t seem you ever responded to that kind of thing. And the way you dress… I thought we were the casual couple. Painter’s shirts. Workout clothes. But you see how natty Jason dresses. I try to harmonize.”
“Understandable,” Zach offered. He sat on the bed and lifted the blanket to climb in. He was transfixed by the sight of her smooth dark skin. Even grossly pregnant as she was. Even with the little stretch marks that now marked her lower belly, well-earned carrying his child. His cock helplessly grew turgid at the sight of this woman he loved.
Colby grinned at his rising cock. “You really wanted to rape me on that couch, didn’t you? I’m still waiting. You want to rape your black bitch just like your little Indian skank? You want to show her who’s boss? She won’t fight any more, you'll see. Unless you want her to. Here it is. Take it as hard as you want. You want to fuck my ass hard, don’t you? Hand me my wand and the lube. Spank me. I’ve been your bad, bad cheating bitch, Zach. Punish the fuck out of me.”
Makeup sex was better than regular sex.
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The rest of the week with Colby was a mending one on both their parts. She stayed close to Zach and looked for ways to show her devotion to him. He treated her like the queen she was, the queen of his world. She mended things with Jason but apparently didn’t tell him what she wanted to do with them. The next day, Zach brought her two squares of chocolate. It was a sly way to remind her of her horny wish, what she’d said she wanted. And he kept it up. “You’re going to make me fat,” she said. “Well, fatter.” She already looked like a balloon ready to pop. After the week, he switched back to one square. Her special chocolate had to last two Earth years, or a Martian year, without resupply.
That day, Khushi named her boy Aaron.
Colby’s week ended and Charisse’s test week began on Monday, Mina 23. That morning, Zach woke and had sex with Colby. It felt especially intimate as she shared her horniness over the idea of Jason watching them do it. Colby orgasmed readily under Zach describing how Jason would get excited and touch himself while watching them. Her plan was that Jason should spill his seed on her face as Zach ejaculated in her vagina. By the end of her narrative, punctuated by her own frequent orgasms, Zach did ejaculate into her vagina. He filled her to the brim. He loved watching her sidle up to her idea and gain courage, all while orgasming fiercely under him.
They were resting afterwards. Zach asked Colby to describe what she and Jason would do together when the men switched places. She shared that she was excited to have Zach ejaculate on her face, perhaps multiple times, while Jason did it to her. The idea of Zach finishing on her face while Jason finished in her vagina made her restlessly horny.
After describing all this to Zach, Colby was revved up and grinding her vulva on his bare leg. He suggested she masturbate while having her fantasy about how Jason would be inside her. She got started with her high-tech vibrator. Zach got on his knees and started masturbating himself over her face. She orgasmed harder and harder grunting out how Jason would feel in her. Zach would be watching them just like this. It was a big turn-on for Zach to watch Colby’s shrill excitement and orgasms over this.
Zach hadn’t jerked himself off in so long, it felt weird to him. Colby orgasmed harder and harder. Finally, she arched her back off the bed and opened her mouth in a raw animal cry. He filled her mouth with his semen and spent the rest on her face and chest. She gritted her teeth, swallowed, and had another long shaking orgasm on her vibrator after that.
After morning sex, they showered, worked out, and had breakfast. Their breakfast conversation turned into Colby giving Zach more of an education in financial, economic, and business matters. The beginning of their watch completed their week of wedded bliss.
Zach spent the first four hours of the day watch working. At 2 PM, Charisse woke up, got his text message, and invited him to her quarters. She’d slept alone after having sex with her usual partners Mateo, Alexis, and Colette. To her great pleasure, Jason had also joined the fun. It had been eight hours since then, and she needed a good fucking to start her day right. Zach was happy to oblige.
When Zach knocked on Charisse’s hatch, she answered it dressed only in that Miss America smile of hers. Looking up at him with a conspiratorial grin, she shut the hatch after him. She got on the bed and rolled onto her side, showing him her sexy back and ass. Then over her shoulder, hit him with that Miss America smile.
“What are you up to?” Zach asked, dropping his clothes.
Charisse rolled onto her back. Hands on thighs, she pushed her bare mound up at him. “Feeling playful,” she sang. Boom, that Miss America smile again.
“Well, my week is starting out right,” Zach enthused. His cock filled, an exclamation point for her beauty. She rolled away from him on the bed, shook her ass at him again. She lifted a cheek, showing him both holes, wet vulva, oily prepped anus. She lifted her cheek a little higher and looked over her shoulder, making sure he’d noticed the anus part. Zach swallowed. His cock was straining hard already.
Charisse smiled. “Zach, you’re always so easy,” she giggled. “So ready to go. All I have do is a little dance and show you my holes. You forget all about my huge unsightly elephant belly and have a huge fucking cock stand. I love it! I mean, I haven’t even touched you. Never change. Scratch that. When you’re ninety, I might have to touch you before you’re ready to hammer me. I bet not much. I’m planning for the long term now.”
Zach was touched by her statement like Cupid had just shot an arrow through his heart. “It’s a date then,” he said. He was actually tearing up. And he wanted badly to fuck her, all at once.
Charisse lifted her leg. “Maybe when I’m on my side like this? Even with Martian gravity, it’s a heavy load.” She started singing a little made-up ditty, “Oh I’m gonna get Zach’s big dick now! Oh I think he’s gonna show me how! To cum, cum, cum, on his big fuckin’ dick!”
This is why he loved Charisse so much, this way of hers. It seemed much of their time together had been rushed and practical towards her needs. One of a milling set of desperate Breeding Bitches needing quenching. This was different. He was loving this, and he could see she was, too.
Charisse rolled onto her back, knees up, legs spread, presenting snatch in the standard form. “Or this if you want. But hurry soon, Zach.”
Zach loved Charisse rolling around and giving him a show, but he wanted to hurry too. He drew her to the side of the bed. With a couple of firm hip thrusts, he filled her vagina deliciously tight and commenced to pound her. She gasped with excitement, regarding him with bedroom eyes.
Her vocalization started with a low grunt, being opened. Now she was singing notes of pleasure, higher and higher. He felt the tension rise in her body and her cunt as she sang to the top of her range. Then she crashed into orgasm. She was hot and ready as he’d ever seen this morning. And a little different. Could it be the beginning of daring to love, he hoped? Her eyes regarded him with intensity as he pounded and owned her slick cunt.
Round two immediately followed round one. Drooling cum from her pussy, Charisse got on her knees and shoulders in triangle position. Her baby belly filled in the triangle. It was obvious what she wanted next. It took ten slow firm rocking thrusts to straighten her rectum for her while she said, “Yes! UGH! Onmygod! I always- UGH!” Here, she reached back with both arms to spread her ass cheeks wide. “Forget how big you are! Ohfuck! Yes fuck my asshole! Fuck me Zach!”
Afterwards, she was all smiles. She stood up on the bed and stretched. She bent over and showed him her dripping holes proudly. “Yes, thoroughly fucked!”
“Only the beginning,” promised Zach.
Charisse jumped on her bed as she shared, “This whole lovey-dovey thing, I dreamed of it as a child. I could never make it work. Not that men didn’t want to be in a real relationship with me. But it seemed I destroyed a few. And it hurt too much to destroy these people I cared about and not be able to help it. That’s why I decided to stop getting close to men and opted for convenience only.”
“What made you want to try again with me?” asked Zach.
“There are the practical reasons,” said Charisse. “I want my child to have a father like I never had, a real one. Not one who lives somewhere else. That was my secret dream when I first spread my legs for you, actually. That’s always my secret dream, unless it’s a gangbang or somebody’s husband. But I was afraid.”
“Your father never lived with you?” asked Zach. “Your parents seemed like a close couple.”
“They’re amicable, but they’ve never been a couple. My father Jedidiah has always been devoted to me, just the same. They always came to my things together. I’m very grateful for that,” said Charisse. “That’s one of the things that motivates me in the father department. I had enough of a father to want to get it right for my little one. But I had that dream long before you came along. What really started me on this now is having confidence I won’t damage you. I’ve been very afraid of doing that because of how much it would hurt everybody on the mission and all our kids. Risking it required me to be certain of this. I’ve watched you.”
“Charisse, you’re so thoughtful,” said Zach. “You should have a husband.”
“People have actually told me that,” said Charisse. “Before now it’s been annoying.”
“Congratulations,” said Zach. “Welcome.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” said Charisse. “I think I’ll be hard on you, maybe impossible. I’m willing to let you be the judge of that. You have your other wives to go to for comfort if I hurt you. I think that even if I’m so hard on you that you stop wanting me, I won’t hurt your life too badly. You’ll have them.”
“I want you right now,” Zach said, and they made love again. This time it was spooning, and loving and gentle, as gentle as anal sex can be construed. He didn’t want to break the moment by going to wash. “Can I get you a vibrator or something?”
“No, I like this,” she said, cuddling in his arms, sighing. Near the end, she had a really deep one. Her baby was doing back flips after that.
Charisse lay in Zach’s arms and said, “I think you can be mine as much as anyone’s if I let you. And that’s a lot for me already! For starters. The relationship that is, not the sex.”
Zach chuckled at this.
Charisse continued, “You’re the kind of nice, optimistic, high-quality man I want. I don’t want a man who accepts me because he has no other choice. I don’t want a man who doesn’t really care about me and therefore doesn’t care that I go with other men as a matter of routine.”
“Do you want me to care about you going with other men?” asked Zach.
“Please no,” Charisse said. “Let’s talk through any jealous feelings, though. I’m ready to help you though it.”
“I’ll try to be low maintenance about it. It’s not like I don’t know what I’m getting into,” said Zach. “You fascinate me, Charisse.”
“I don’t want to be so cynical about men, about myself, about relationships,” she said. “I don’t want to subject my little one to all that growing up. I used to hate my mom for being that way. Then I hit puberty, and I finally began to understand her. Most of the boys in my middle school had me as their first.”
“I thought I could be better than her, succeed with relationships where she’d failed. During my university years, I hurt several young men. The more I tried to hide my activities, the more I would hurt them. So I stopped hiding my activities. And men lined up for sex, which was good, and didn’t want more, which was better. So I settled on the same formula my mother had.”
Charisse continued, “Then you came along. You said you were in love with me. I was skeptical. I still am. How can anyone fall in love so easily? It’s abnormal. I thought once you got to know me better, you’d stop your foolishness and keep your emotional distance, like a good boy. And you have, or it seemed like it, but not because it was what you wanted. It was because you saw well enough that it was what worked for me. You loved me enough to leave me alone if I preferred it.”
“I like the past tense on that last part,” said Zach.
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Ayana came to Zach and complained, “I’m a wreck. I’m working all the time, or the baby is up and Khushi needs to sleep. Khushi seems to be doing okay with it. But I’m withering.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Zach. “How would you like me to help, because before...”
“You know what, Zach?” said Ayana. “I give up. It’s clear to me that Khushi needs to love at least one man and one woman to stay healthy. I don’t want her to leave because she’s lacking needs. I want to be her one woman. She’s been an angel to me, but I know she’s dying to see you all the time. I’m going to stop being cruel and let her have you. Please share nicely. And please help.”
“Wow,” said Zach. “That is an about face.”
“Motherhood will do that to you,” said Ayana.
Zach took the request to the day shift wives. Aanya and Berte deferred to their judgment. “Really, Zach?” said Colby. “Another one? Really?”
“This is great news,” said Colleen. “Until something like this happened, there would have been more pain and volatility in their relationship. We’re much better off without the drama. This is a windfall, actually.”
“This is getting crazy,” said Colby. “I might need a double share of Zach’s time, or some other arrangement.”
“Our duty is to obey our husband’s wishes, and our commander’s,” said Anming. “The decision is easy.”
“We’ll think of something to restore your time with Zach, Colby,” said Colleen. “You’re the number one wife, and we all respect that. So is it unanimous?”
“Yes,” said Colby.
Zach kissed Colby passionately and told her, “I don’t want to spend more time apart from you either. We’ll find a way.” He also hugged and kissed Anming and Colleen.
“Tell Khushi and Ayana they have the week of Ares 16,” Colleen said, looking at the calendar in her phone.
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The uniqueness of Charisse and Zach’s time together wasn’t about the sex, though the sex was great. Charisse didn’t know how to have sex with a man she could keep. They tried to learn together what seemed automatic to Zach. Their conversations about what she wanted and what she was going through to bury her ghosts were deep. These conversations led to even more profound sex, which in turn led to more profound conversations. There seemed to be no limit to how deep they could go. Zach was engaging with things about relationships he had never considered. There was so much sex and deep conversation between them that neither of them had the inclination to have sex with anyone else. This unprecedented behavior of theirs caused some concern among their crewmates who expected both to be prolific. Not just concern, but fear that the bee had found his one and only flower.
Regarding their new arrangement, Alexis crowed, "Hah hah! I knew it all along."
During their watch, Zach sat with Charisse as much as possible. He enjoyed it so much he decided to try it with his other wives as well. He was around while she moved from plant to plant and garden to garden, nurturing all her little plant babies. As she worked and sang, he would sit nearby with his laptop and work. She could kiss him as she passed by him in the garden. They shared random thoughts together. They discovered they shared a love of classic literature. Since she hadn’t read it, Zach began reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being to her as she worked. He sat with her in her gardens as often as he could. If he had to check systems or people, he would go do that for a few minutes. But he always came back. There were always more reports for him to write while she gardened.
Off duty, they shared breakfasts and dinners with Alexis, Ayana, Khushi, and Mateo. Charisse bent over the table for Zach morning and evening, telling the others it was a solemn Trigonometry tradition. She was lying about the morning part. Alexis watched them and masturbated unless Ayana got annoyed with her for not helping tidy up. Khushi sometimes masturbated too. She nursed Aaron after meals, and between the nursing and the visual stimulation, she couldn’t help it. Mateo generally had enough sex a day, so he was happy to clean up after the others. One evening, though, he had Charisse suck him to orgasm while she was bent over taking Zach. Khushi orgasmed particularly hard while nursing and masturbating that evening. She pulled Zach down to her and breathed hotly in his ear, “Be ready for Ares 16.” That was the glorious day they’d start sleeping together with Ayana’s blessing.
Other than meals and workouts, it was a honeymoon for Zach and Charisse. They spent their remaining recreation hours in their quarters talking and having sex.
Sadly, Charisse and Zach’s first time together lasted only two days. It was for a good cause, though. After five hours of labor, Berte gave birth to a healthy eight pound one ounce baby girl on Wednesday, Mina 25. She had her parents’ blonde hair, but just a wisp. Her eye color was gray blue but would probably change. Berte named her girl Anna after her mother as she’d planned to. In the corridor outside, Charisse told Zach, “I enjoyed my two days owning you. I liked our whole time together. I liked showing you off at dinner, dressing you. For whatever reason, I enjoyed not having any other men for two days. I got some concerned text messages.”
Zach laughed, “So did I.”
“You didn’t either?” Charisse asked.
“No, you were all I wanted,” said Zach. “They can wait.”
“That is truly frightening, but I feel strangely okay about it,” said Charisse. “Will we finish our week or have another after the dust clears with Berte?”
“Do you want to?” asked Zach.
“What impression have I left you with, Zach?” said Charisse. “Yes, I want it. Clear? Yes.”
“Well, I didn’t want to crowd you,” said Zach. “Your wish is my command.”
“That’s so great. I’ll have to get used to that,” said Charisse. “Have fun with Berte and the baby.”
Zach and Berte slept while the baby slept. Berte mostly just slept, recovering from the birth. Zach often stayed close but took breaks from visiting while they slept to work or reacquaint himself with his wives and other crewmates.
Mateo had to switch to the graveyard shift to pilot in Berte’s absence. Charisse grabbed Berte’s usual squeeze Aiden to substitute. The Breeding Bitches had some experience with Aiden from Zach’s former weeks with Berte. They were able to use him hard enough to barely satisfy themselves without breaking him. Zach had a chuckle thinking about it. He bet that none of these renowned mining engineers ever imagined that on the way to Mars they’d be mostly fucktoys. He didn’t hear any of them complaining, though.
Only three days later, on Saturday Mina 28, Aanya gave birth to a seven pound eight ounce baby boy. Her labor was an eleven hour marathon. Zach and Ayana tag-teamed each other. Aanya stopped progressing until Khushi came to talk to her, which was Ayana’s idea. Aanya identified, discussed, and alleviated her fears during the conversation. By the end of the conversation, she was more dilated and kept dilating. By the end of the labor, the baby was coming fast. They had to use techniques to slow it down and prevent Aanya from tearing.
Aanya had names ready to go. She named her boy Ares for the month he was almost born in. Ares had pale skin, at least for starters, and strikingly dark hair and eyes. He had fantastic eyebrows.
Suddenly, Zach had his hands even more full with two recovering wives and their newborns. Three mothers and babies, really, because Khushi and her baby also needed help, and Ayana needed respite. Colette pitched in to help him in the around-the-clock activities. She did everything from washing the nappies to draining Zach’s balls when he got too pent up. She enjoyed being useful. She especially loved it when Zach was overtired and just needed some convenient sex to fall asleep. She orgasmed hard, because it was good for both of them. She loved being used as a convenience, and so found Zach's desperate use of her very satisfactory indeed. Other crew brought the new moms meals or helped other ways.
The blur ended for Zach on Ares 16. The week had been promised to Khushi, and as a respite for Ayana. Excitingly, enough time had passed since Aaron’s birth that Khushi was feeling sexy, vaginally sexy again. Ayana was overjoyed to have the week off. She planned to work her way through the rest of the crew to assuage her nervousness about Zach taking thorough care of Khushi.
Transitioning from the graveyard to night watches, Zach came to wake Khushi at 2 PM. She was asleep, nude, with Aaron sleeping in his crib nearby. Zach gently roused her. She stretched and sleepily spread so he could enjoy her holes with his mouth. As she jerked and awakened from the pleasure, Zach got to check out how she was healing. Her vaginal opening looked good as new. He slipped in a finger and found her to be not much looser than she had been. She was still recovering and looked to be on track for a speedy one. “Been doing your kegels?” asked Zach.
“All the time since the birth,” said Khushi. “Double time since Ayana told me she’d let me have and keep you. Triple time anticipating this morning.”
“I can tell,” said Zach. “You’re recovering quite well. It’s sad a lot of women don’t have the patience.”
“It takes dedication,” said Khushi. “How often do you do your kegels?”
“Not as often as I should,” said Zach.
Not disturbing baby Aaron was paramount, so Zach gave Khushi a rolled up hand towel to bite. He then went back to licking and sucking her with much glee. She allowed a few minutes of this activity, orgasmed, and then said, “Zachary, I’m concerned the baby will wake. Please have me. I’ve been waiting so long to feel your cock and strong pulses of semen deep inside me again.”
Acceding to her wishes, Zach rocked into Khushi without delay, saying, “Does this feel okay? Tell me if you have discomfort.”
“I always have discomfort you are so big,” said Khushi, “but much more pleasure than discomfort.”
With that, he was fully nestled in her slickness. First gently, then with increasing firmness, he enjoyed her warm welcoming vagina and embrace. It felt so much closer to lie on her. Everyone else was huge right now. That she was slightly looser made her feel like he was having a whole new woman. Her vagina didn’t choke the blood out of his cock, as she often had, especially near the end. Instead, the friction was different, and her excitement still very lively. Men are always suckers for variety, and so it was that he felt himself getting close. Very close.
Khushi bit her rag and dug her heels hard into his buttocks as she orgasmed again. He entered his short strokes. Khushi’s body was gripping, stroking, pleasuring him, teasing and eliciting his seminal offering. Almost…
Then Zach’s medical alarm went off. He couldn’t stop. Baby Aaron woke and began crying at the scary noise. Reflexively, Khushi’s hand shot out towards the baby and both her brimming knockers shot out milk like squirt guns. In the midst of all this distraction, Zach locked his hips rigidly into Khushi, groaned, and filled her deliciously with four great big shots of cream.
Freed of his imperative, Zach went for his phone to see what was up. At the same time, Khushi, released from underneath, went to comfort and feed Aaron with her still dribbling titties. She used her hand towel gag now to catch spraying milk.
On Zach’s phone was the message that Colby had gone into labor.
(To be continued)
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78: Monday, Ares 17, 231 0030 hours OST: Inside Out
Colby gave birth at half past midnight into Ares 17 after a harrowing ten hour labor. She pushed out a healthy baby girl. She was a big baby for Colby's size, especially for a first baby, at eight pounds, four ounces. The baby was healthy, well developed, and vigorous. Her eyes were a depthless dark brown to match her mother’s. Her skin was the beautiful color of coffee with lots of cream. At eight and a quarter pounds, there was no doubt any more what had made the delivery so strenuous.
Ayana was there to help mother and baby nurse. Zach desperately needed to replenish himself after the long harrowing delivery. He raided the galley ravenously for a quick meal. As he ingested the calories, he thought. Now he was just as desperately craving sexual release. Given his exhaustion, convenience was key. He could just lie down and masturbate before sleep, but a more thorough release was probably available.
He called Colette, who should be getting ready to go on duty. She was eating breakfast alone in Galley B while the men ate together in Galley A. She routinely serviced them in their evenings after their watch. It gave them good sleep. She was happy to accommodate Zach’s urgency.
Zach arrived moments later. As he dropped his scrub pants, Colette rose, bent over the dining table, and flipped up her short skirt. As required by her slave contract, she wore nothing underneath. He grabbed her skirt, holding it in place, and thrust into her expectant vagina firmly. As always, she was ready for use in either hole.
She noticed that he was exhausted, cranky, overtired, and in desperate need of release. “How long has it been?” she whimpered between strokes. His perfunctory attitude thrilled her to the marrow.
“Only ten hours,” he replied, “but it was a desperate, hardworking ten hours. It was hard for me to see Colby struggle so. But never fear, mother and baby are fine.”
“That’s not all,” said Colette. She felt from his demeanor that something else had happened.
“The call interrupted me right in the middle of making love to Khushi. It was the first time in I don’t know how long,” he said.
“Oh Zach,” said Colette, knowing how this must have stung him.
“Now the week I’d planned to spend with her is on indefinite hold,” he said.
“Still, it’s such a good thing Ayana is letting you in,” said Colette, trying to cheer him.
“There is that,” he said. With a grunt, he orgasmed and released his pent-up ejaculate into her. Colette, surprised and thrilled by his horny unexpected finish, was brought within a whisker of climax. He waited a beat to enjoy her welcoming feel. He pulled out and forced his glistening and stiffly erect penis into her tight and well-prepared anus.
As Zach opened Colette’s tight muscular asshole, she spilled into a strong shivering climax with a low moan. She knew Zach preferred his women vocal. She tried to be vocal for him. It was against her training to be noisy.
He straightened her rectum out rapidly. Soon he was slapping his balls wetly against her inseminated pussy as it dripped and bubbled out his cum. “Oh, your butthole is so tight on me, Colette. It’s magnificent.”
“Thank you Zach,” she said shyly. “And you have a magnificent cock to fill it. I want to thank you for wanting me so badly the other day. I should be punished for saying so, since it spoiled hours of my senpai's careful edging of me. But I thank you. It was the most ecstatic few orgasms I’ve had in a long time.”
“You’re very welcome,” said Zach. “You know I love giving you pleasure.”
She didn’t correct him. Her focus was always his convenience. He should know by now that what she liked best of all was to be used like a bathroom fixture. It thrilled her to be used just like he was right now doing before bed. It was sublime. If asked, she could now perform an orgasm on command for him. But he was tired and distracted. He wouldn’t ask her or tell her to orgasm. So she held it in. She could never describe the thrill of this to normal people.
He stiffened and grunted again. She felt his penis throb and spread warmth in her backside. She had to focus not to climax at that point. He relaxed for a beat, and then withdrew his cock to rinse it in the sink. It felt like he’d abruptly left two wet empty holes in her. It was heaven.
“Thanks, Colette,” he said. He waved as he tied his scrubs and walked off towards the head to shower.
“You’re welcome, Zach,” she called after him, content and humming with erotic intensity now. “Take care.”
For Zach, the next six hours were a blur of waking and sleeping with Colby and her newborn. Whenever the baby awakened, he would hand her to Colby to breastfeed. Once the hungry little beast had drained both tits, he would check her diaper and change her if needed. He’d make sure she was all burped, which she always seemed to be. Then he would tuck her back in her crib. Once, Colby wanted to keep her next to her, and that was no problem. He checked his girl’s diaper and found it didn’t need changing. He had an eye out that mother and baby were getting good sleep. They went through a couple of feeding cycles. These girls wanted to stay close together.
At 0630, Zach felt well rested enough to pay a desperately wanted lovemaking visit to Khushi. He left Colby and her baby sleeping snug as two bugs close together. Once outside the stateroom, he called Khushi.
“Zachary.” She spoke softly to not wake the baby, and was completely chuffed to hear from him. “We had settled down to bed, but it’s no problem, we’re flexible, right?” Evidently, Ayana was right there. “Come right over,” she whispered lustily.
When he arrived, Khushi greeted him at the hatch of her cabin and let him in, all smiles. Aaron was sleeping peacefully. Ayana had cleared out. Zach whispered, “You know, she could have stayed if she wanted to. I’m comfortable enough with her.”
“No, Zachary,” Khushi whispered back. “Ayana wants this, but she is getting used to the notion of you being a permanent fixture in our lives. Consciously, she’s there, and I’m so happy that she is, but emotionally, she’s struggling. She’d rather not think too hard about it for now.”
Zach began, “If I can do anything-”
“We’re all well aware of this, Zachary,” Khushi interrupted. “Well aware you’ll turn yourself inside out and upside down to solve everybody else’s problems. I believe we’ve caused you enough distress and work. I’d instead rather have this opportunity to make you the happiest of men.” She smiled shyly and shimmied her hips. He felt for the first time the intensity of her love and devotion to him. It was something that must have grown while she’d been locked away from him in Ayana’s rhetorical castle.
He kissed her then, and she kissed him back with double the ardor. The kiss got excruciatingly horny, abandoned, slobbery. Zach came up for air and pleaded, “Undress for me.”
Before Zach could reach the waistband of his scrubs, Khushi dropped her robe and stood naked before him. She was a bronze goddess with glorious milk-swollen knockers. Her pudenda sported growing stubble. “I know you prefer a touch of hair on your women,” she whispered lustily. “I spoke to Ayana about it, and she won’t mind. A little thing to show you I’m serious about us.”
“I love little things,” whispered Zach.
“Then, here,” Khushi said, dropping to her her knees before him and slipping down his scrub pants. She took his half erect cock and slicked it with spit from her mouth. She worked it deeper and deeper into her lively throat. Zach’s cock filled out and grew stiff readily. She disgorged him and lay back on the bed, offering either hole to him. She whispered, “How may I please you?”
“You’re doing the ass now?” he asked. “I recall it used to give you the heebie-jeebies when we first met.”
“Ayana likes ass play so much, I’ve grown quite used to it,” she explained. He touched up Khushi’s anus with lube from his pocket. He rocked into her tiny coppery pucker and gently, firmly opened up her rectum for his sex. She exclaimed, “Oh gosh... oh my word... I didn’t think… so big...” He could tell she was struggling to take his girth without waking the baby.
“Should I slow down?” asked Zach.
“No, no,” said Khushi. “Please enjoy it. I’ve worked hard on it. The cramping is subsiding. I’m glad you chose this way. I spent time preparing, hoping you’d try me. Are you pleased with it?”
“Yes, very much. You seemed interested in me trying it out,” said Zach. “In fact, this is so stimulating, I fear I won’t last long.”
“I’m happy,” said Khushi. “Please squirt. I’ve never felt it before, and I want to. Squirt your seed in my backside, lover! I know there will be more times. You’re an early and often kind of man, Zachary. I delight in making you lose your cool and pop off in me again and again.” She smiled. Her eyes danced.
And she did make him pop off, again and again. Three times in a row, all into her rectum. It appeared enjoyable to her, but she especially wanted to feel him growing excited and finishing. She didn’t want the distraction of her own excitement during this episode. She marveled at the feel as he shakily let loose his hot fluid in her. The feel, as she described it, was exquisite. It made her feel powerful.
They visited the head together, Aaron in a sling. He washed his lower half thoroughly. She expelled his surprisingly prolific ejaculate comfortably into the toilet. Afterward they returned to her quarters. He had her three more times, this time in the vagina. Now, the stimulation was so intense as to make multiple orgasms unavoidable, and she had several. Between times, as he was slowing down, they laughed and talked about anything. They joked about the stupid made-up details from Aarav’s book.
Zach returned to Colby’s side around 0830 and lay down with her to rest.
At 0930, the three were awake and the baby was nursing. Colette came by with a wonderful breakfast for them. She asked to hold the baby and was thrilled with her. Her nipples let loose and soaked the front of her shirt, which gave them a chuckle. “What’s her name?” asked Colette.
“I think it’s Mina, after the previous month,” said Colby. “I’m rolling it around in my head, making sure.”
“Mina’s a great name,” commented Zach. “Or perhaps Mocha.”
“She’s a girl, not a spaniel,” Colby said.
“As I said, Mina’s a great name,” Zach replied.
They finished breakfast and walked the short distance to Head B2 for a shower. Zach held the baby in his arms while Colby showered, and vice versa. Understandably, while she was showering, the baby fussed about the lack of mama’s touch.
Afterward, it was back to bed for more nursing and a nap for the three of them. “I’m feeling so wonderful about being a mom,” Colby told him. “Thank you for Mina. Thank you for how you’re taking care of me.”
“You did all the work,” said Zach.
“And come to think of it, what am I thanking you for?” chuckled Colby. “You put a bowling ball up in me.”
“Sorry about that,” Zach smiled.
“She’s so healthy and curious,” said Colby more seriously, smiling at the babe in her arms. “You just keep on putting in those bowling balls. I can take it.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“You know, those first few times you came by the motor pool, I was already imagining our babies,” said Colby.
“Weren’t you worried they’d come out all pasty?”
“Hah, I have enough melanin for both of us,” said Colby. “For my beautiful cocoa-colored Mina. And now she’s here, just like I dreamed. I’m so blessed.”
Zach woke up an hour later with a hard-on he couldn’t do much about. He got up quietly, leaving Colby and Mina to sleep more.
He went to check up on Berte. He found her in her quarters with baby Anna, working on her pad. The baby was healthy and gaining weight quickly. Berte was recovering nicely. “You’re getting your meals, everything?”
“Yes,” Berte texted from her pad. “Colette was just by with dinner. Earlier, Colleen held Anna while I took a shower. Anna LOVES Aunt Colleen.”
“That’s wonderful,” said Zach. “Call me or text me any time you need anything.”
“You’re busy with Colby,” said Berte.
“You’re my wife, too, and Anna’s my daughter. Call me,” said Zach.
“If I need anything, I will,” texted Berte.
They kissed romantically. Anna woke up and needed to nurse. Zach left them to it.
He looked in on Aanya. Their boy Ares was healthy as an ox. Mother was healing, but clearly had a way to go. Aanya’s labor had been even longer than Colby’s. As they concluded their checkup and talk he kissed Aanya passionately. She wanted two, three, four kisses. She glanced over at Ares, asleep in his crib, and then snarled softly to Zach, “Rape me in my ass please. I need it.”
“You need to heal some more before that,” Zach whispered. “Have you got a vibrator? Have you been masturbating?”
“Yes, Michaela gave me one,” said Aanya. “I don’t use it for that. I’ve never done that. It’s unnatural.”
“Says the girl who likes to be mock-raped once or twice a day,” said Zach.
“I don’t need to do it myself,” whispered Aanya firmly. “I have men. I have you.”
He hadn’t meant to start an argument. “Suit yourself.”
“Can’t you do anything?” begged Aanya softly. “Stick in a finger? Either place? Oral me? I’ll be such a good girl and cum so readily. Then I can sleep.”
“Do you have any pain when you make BMs?” asked Zach.
“No.”
“Okay,” he said. Aanya got out her vibrator. Zach put some lube on it and on her clitoris and hood and lips around it. “Put it on your clitoris,” he said, and she did. She didn’t look happy about it. Then he put her on her side. He spread her butt cheeks with one hand. He teased her anus with his tongue, and she responded urgently. She had a powerful orgasm and cried out. Ares woke up. She said to him, “Stay.”
She nursed Ares to sleep and put him in his crib. Aanya whispered, “I want you to do it, to.”
“What?” asked Zach, “Have an orgasm?”
“Yes,” breathed Aanya. “In my mouth?”
“Keep playing with yourself,” he said.
She deep throated him and choked herself repeatedly on his cock, which gave her shivers. Aanya’s head was the best. With a grunt, he shot two big dollops of semen into her mouth. She showed him half of it, swallowed it down, and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered. She snapped off her vibrator and snuggled herself into her bed. Zach pulled on his scrub pants and left her there to drift off.
He got back to Colby’s stateroom. She was awake. He gave her a square of her chocolate. Colette arrived with lunch. Colby ate as she nursed. There was a knock on the hatch. It was Jason. “Could I see the baby?” he asked.
“Jaaa-suuun!” Colby held her arm out to him excitedly, baby on teat, and gave him a kiss on the lips. Not an out-and-out tongue kiss, but not a peck either. Zach was kind of happy they felt more comfortable in his presence. It remained a bit awkward among the three of them. Zach believed it shouldn’t be, and tried to deal with any such feelings in himself. It seemed Jason and Colby were doing the same.
“Her name is Mina,” Colby said, beaming a wide smile. She held the baby up. “Say hi to Uncle Jason!” she cooed. Jason took and held the baby. Clearly he was a past master at it. Not a surprise, with two daughters. Mina calmed instantly for him and looked at him with fascination.
Zach took the opportunity to leave and get some work done. When he got out into the corridor, he texted Colby. “Text me if you want me to stop working and come home. Otherwise, I’ll be home when I need to rest.”
Zach got ninety minutes of work done. Then it was time to wake up Charisse with as much lovemaking as she needed in the morning. Plus, it was a kind of honeymoon time for the two of them. Her desire was even more pumped up.
“Zach, if you can, I want you to wake me every day like this,” said Charisse.
“We’ll give it a try,” said Zach.
Zach went to check on Colby. She was dozing, with Mina asleep in her crib. As soon as he appeared, Colby sat up and whispered excitedly, “Jason is so good with Mina! She already adores him. You wouldn’t believe how effortlessly he can change a diaper! Just boom! He’s such a great daddy, Zach.”
“It doesn’t surprise me,” said Zach. “He’s the most experienced parent on board. There’s nothing like clinical expertise. He’s more qualified to handle these babies than any of us.”
At 4 PM Zach met Khushi for dinner in Galley B. It was easy for Khushi to request that Ayana dine apart in Galley A. Galley B was quickly becoming the galley where sexy things might happen during meals. This afternoon was no exception. Even before they sat down to eat, Zach took Khushi bent over the table. Aaron was rocking in a sling on her chest, drinking from one teat. The baby seemed to pay no attention to his mommy crying out and shrieking in orgasmic pleasure. Her milk gushed out strongly during sex. Between the rocking and copious milk supply, Aaron was one happy and satisfied little dude.
Anming was there fixing meals for the new mothers. She was distracted by Khushi’s cries. “Zach-ree-ah! Huh-AAH!” Khushi cried out a long string of Hindi punctuated with more cries of “Zach!” Anming was even more distracted by the rhythmic slapping noise. It signaled that Khushi was taking Zach’s virile cock firmly and balls deep again and again in her cunt. An erotic shiver ran through Anming at this thought. She grabbed the meal tray and headed off spinward to deliver it. She breathed a sigh of relief as she left the urgent distraction behind for a time. Hopefully, Her virile husband would be done enjoying his latest bride before she returned to pick up the next meal.
“RRRRAAH!” Zach’s spume splattered hot and deep into Khushi. Her eyes crossed and she gurgled her intense satisfaction at his finish. They rested. She shifted Aaron to the other teat. She braced herself in anticipation.
He realized, of course, she wanted it again without stopping. He half suspected Berte was going around to the crew making them promise to insist on this. Just as well. He wanted them to know the service was available if wanted. He withdrew halfway from Khushi’s thoroughly basted cunny and resumed.
Slap! "Huh!" Slap! "Zach!" Slap! "Mmm!" Slap! "Ugh!" Slap! "Haa!” There was a hoarse string of Hindi, in rising tones. Aaron was swaying in rhythm to the strokes, latched onto the teat. Mommy’s milk was gushing again, so he was in hog heaven.
While they continued their enjoyment, Anming came and went with another tray.
Soon Zach was finished again and resting with a vast look of satisfaction on his face. Aaron was full to the eyebrows with milk and conked out. Mommy was not far behind. “Zachary, you murder me with pleasure!” she moaned. “You ruin other men for me! Never change!” With that, they sat down to their meal.
Soon Anming returned from her delivery. Zach caught her looking over at him a few times with heavy-lidded eyes. She was one horny kitty, though she was keeping quiet.
Zach stood up and grabbed Anming from behind, breast and crotch. “Pull down your pants and bend over,” Zach whispered to her.
“Please, my husband,” she whispered. “I couldn’t bear intruding on Khushi’s bliss.”
“Your quarters at 9 PM, then,” said Zach.
In more normal tones, Anming said, “As you say, my husband. I’ll leave this tray for you to take to Colby.”
“Thank you, I will,” said Zach.
Anming left to return to her work with Michaela.
“She wants you, doesn’t she?” Khushi said.
“Yes,” said Zach. “She doesn’t want to intrude on your happiness, though.”
“That’s sweet,” Khushi said, “Let’s meet daily for this meal if you can.”
“It’s supposed to be our honeymoon,” said Zach. “Nothing could stop me.”
Zach brought Colby her dinner and held Mina while she ate. Mina was a little fretful seeing him. “You should have seen her with Jason,” she said.
“I get that I’m unworthy,” said Zach.
“That’s not really it, Zach,” she said, looking at him quizzically.
After this, the three rested together until Zach’s wristwatch pulsed on his wrist. It was time to meet Anming. He left quietly and showered on the way. He had brought Colby’s dinner directly to her, so hadn’t had the opportunity to shower after Khushi.
Anming let Zach in. She was fully dressed as she had been when making the meals. Her eyes were shyly downcast, as if they’d never met. He decided to have some fun with her. “Why did you call me here?”
Anming ignored the question. “My husband, I’m so happy you’ve arrived.” She turned away from him and shut off the light, throwing the room into pitch dark.
“Light on,” said Zach impatiently. She wasn’t going to get away with hiding herself away from him. The light came back on, dimly. She was still turned shyly away from him. “All the way up.” Her hand trembled, but she complied, and turned the light all the way up. She was playing the embarrassment game pretty hard tonight, and this after coming on to him earlier. She must want some real discipline tonight. This should be fun.
Instead of undressing her while kissing her, as he usually did, he stood apart. “Remove your top,” he said sternly. She faced him and complied, eyes downcast. Her dark tan nipples were erect, her breasts bulging with milk for her coming child. Her belly was huge and round. She carried the extra weight effortlessly in the Martian gravity. Zach said another silent thank you for the banning of bras. “Your shoes and socks next.” She sat on the bed and removed them, looking at the deck. “Now your leggings.” She complied. Still sitting, she exposed her slender, flawless legs and white cotton panties.
“Spread your legs,” he said. She trembled, hesitated. “Spread them,” he ordered again. She complied, trembling, still looking at the ground. Her breathing was agitated, excited. There was a big wet spot on her panties. “Look at that nasty wet spot on your panties. You really are a nasty slut, aren’t you?” Anming was silent, trembling, sighing. “Remove your panties,” he said. Anming seemed to not be listening. “Take off your panties,” he repeated sternly. Slowly, trembling, she complied, and then crossed her legs, looking away, trembling.
Zach took her panties from her before she could lay them aside. He held them to his nose, filling his senses with Anming’s inimitable musk. It had been percolating fiercely between her legs all day, and had that rich smell. He wanted to spread her and force himself on her that very instant. To Anming, this was a husband’s right, was it not? He could do it. He wanted her so badly. But he could control himself, wait, make it better for her.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. Anming fidgeted. “Open your slutty legs!” he ordered. Anming buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. Immediately, Zach dropped the pretense and knelt next to her, held her. She flinched at first, then relaxed. “What’s wrong, my love?” he asked softly.
Anming sobbed. She said, “Since the incident...” This is what she called the explosive decompression in the core she’d barely survived. “Since the incident, the nightmares have returned. Often, I’ve been alone. Like during the rape. And then what you said tonight. And the bright light. It was too much like what he said. I’m sorry, my husband. I know you are not him. But my body is so very afraid.”
“Isn’t Colleen sleeping with you?” asked Zach.
“She is often away,” said Anming.
“Away?” asked Zach. “At night?”
“She has so many duties throughout the ship,” said Anming. “She has no able-bodied engineers, and we approach Mars.”
Anming was apologizing awfully hard for Colleen. That was beside the point. “I’m sorry, my love,” he said, hugging her fiercely. She was so competent, so controlled, so obedient, so Anming. It was easy to forget, and he had forgotten, damn him. She had all too recently suffered a long period of brutal sexual torture and rape. “I had no idea you were suffering.”
“I know you didn’t,” said Anming. “I wanted to be strong, to be obedient, an able and healthy wife for you. You have such a difficult time with all these new mothers and babies to care for. I didn’t want to add to your burden. And now I have.” She burst into tears again.
“Sweetheart,” argued Zach. “You are the most precious thing to me. If you’re having nightmares, you need to tell me.” Saying it, he knew it was futile. Anming needed to project the able, obedient wife, the perfect wife in her mind. It was that or bust, and at the moment, it was bust. “What can I do?” asked Zach.
“Kiss me,” she sobbed. Zach did, and though her sobbing stopped, her hot tears flowed from her face onto his. She lay back on the bed, and he followed. He dragged her fully onto the bed. She lay on her back and he faced her, arms and legs holding her close. Still kissing him, she tugged at his waistband. Without a word, he tugged off his clothes and returned to hugging her tightly, skin to skin. They kissed passionately.
As they kissed and she continued to cry, Zach grew erect. His intention was to comfort. But the feel of the smooth skin of Anming’s hip and haunch sliding across his loins excited him wildly. This seemed to be part of Anming’s plan. She lifted her near leg and maneuvered as if to push onto him. He helped her. His cock head found her tunnel.
“Erase his presence,” Anming moaned. She was tight as ever, but splashing wet and slippery. Urgently, she impaled herself as best she could, and he thrust to meet her fully, wrench her open, fill her. She grunted in satisfaction into his mouth, between their flicking tongues.
Zach broke the kiss and rose to top Anming, turning her on her side. He pounded her swiftly, fiercely, urgently as her body demanded. Her angry, desperate sobs renewed and redoubled as he took her. He trusted she was doing what she needed and stayed the course. He thrilled in her loins. Laughing, crying, or any way, her delicate body could bring him to orgasm again and again so swiftly. She was intoxicating.
“Huh! Huh! Huh! Arrrrrr! EEP!” She shuddered, a full-body shudder.
“RAHHHH!” He poured all his love, his healing energy, his semen into her. He filled her with the hot wet warmth of his love. They were still. Through his hand, he felt her baby moving, excited.
“How do you feel?” he ventured softly.
She answered quietly, sleepily, “Whenever my entire body is stretched like this on your giant prong, he never existed.” She fell into a slumber, drifting, utterly relaxed, and exhausted.
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Zach, with Anming in tow, entered the quarters he shared with Colby. Mother and baby were nursing, cuddled together. “Anming has been having nightmares, sweetheart,” he said. “I invited her to sleep with us.”
“That will be fine, baby,” said Colby. “I’m sad to hear it, girl. Why didn’t you speak up sooner?”
“I’m abject,” said Anming, “with apology for not confiding in you, my dear, true, and close sister.”
“You’re damn right,” said Colby. “We’re sisters. Don’t forget it.” Colby was feeling the calming and happy effects of nursing Mina. Not that she would normally have been less welcoming, but she was ecstatic at Anming’s arrival. To Zach, she said, patting the bed next to her, “Here, baby, cuddle up next to me between us. We’ll need to get a third bed in here tomorrow,” she chuckled. So they all cuddled in close and fell asleep.
“Baby, baby, baby,” Colby whispered, rousing Zach. He realized he was straining erect and had been dry humping her hip with increasing urgency. She felt his rampant penis gingerly and said, “It’s time for Mina to nurse anyway. Why don’t you put this to good use, baby. I have my vibe right here.”
“Sweetheart, you need to heal,” whispered Zach.
“Not me, silly. I’ll watch and nurse and play with myself, okay, baby?” said Colby. She nodded in Anming’s direction. Zach looked over at Anming, who was sleeping peacefully. “You know you want to ravage that innocent graceful China doll of yours,” Colby whispered. “Open her up. Erase that aloof expression of hers and make her whimper with pleasure. Put your jizz deep up in her. And get on the other side of her, would you baby? So I can watch you do it.” She held Mina to her breast. Her vibrator clicked on, and she moaned gently.
Anming was asleep on her left side facing Zach and Colby with her big belly. He gently lifted Anming’s right leg and straddled her, checked her. She stirred sleepily. She was juicy and slippery from their earlier times together. He didn’t wait for her to awaken, and urgently lodged his cock head in her slippery hole. Gods! She was every bit as tight as she ever seemed to be. How tightly it opened! But for the slippery juice forced out as he pressed his advantage, he could imagine her vagina had never before taken a cock.
Anming whimpered sweetly and awakened to pleasure. Slowly, Zach lovingly forced her slippery slit into a wide straining O of acceptance inch by straining tight inch. Watching him open Anming for his pleasure, Colby moaned and shuddered in orgasm, holding Mina tight to her breast. Her orgasm played out, Colby switched Mina to her other breast and continued masturbating.
As Anming awakened, she startled as she realized her surroundings. “My fellow wife, I’m sorry, I’m abject,” she whimpered.
“Anming girl, relax! I love seeing how much you please our husband. Now do your duty,” Colby told her with mock sternness. “Yes,” Colby groaned, “Serve our husband. Satisfy him completely. I’m watching to make sure you do.” Colby rocked with her own pleasure as she reached for her next climax.
Thus freed from some concern, a guttural animal sound of pleasure burst from Anming, “Urrrr! EEP!” Her hips jerked in pleasure as Zach held her tightly to him.
Colby said, “You let it all out, girl. You’re beautiful.”
Zach was lost in pleasure as the women had their dialogue. It was becoming increasingly nasty. Colby muttered, “Yeah, take that big cock, you dirty slutty theorist. There’s a unified field for you.”
Anming shot back, “Rut on your pleasure toy, you bitch dog of ten thousand whorehouses.”
Colby said, “Oh yeah, he’s getting close. Breed her, Zach. Nail her fuckin’ pussy to the bed, baby! Ahh!” She was orgasming in waves on her vibrator now, more and more intensely, as she watched.
“You hah!” cried Anming, as she felt Zach reach his short strokes. “Oh my love! Take me! Use me for your sordid pleasure! AHHHHH! EEP!”
“RRRAAAAAH!” cried Zach in orgasm. He bathed Anming’s insides thoroughly with hot semen.
“Ooh, baby!” Colby cried, shaking in a final long orgasm on her vibrator.
“WAAAAAH!” cried baby Mina, who’d had enough of the cries of everybody orgasming. Luckily, Mina was placated with a teat, and all soon returned to a restful quiet.
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And so the days progressed, with Zach now sleeping at night with both Anming and Colby. He moved a third bed into the room so there was plenty of room for everybody. Mina soon fell in love with Auntie Anming, giving Colby welcome respite. Anming being right there at night, Zach was hornier. During each of Mina’s nighttime feedings, he would almost always put a load into Anming. Colby would watch and masturbate, or if she was feeling tired, face the other way and doze.
Anming complained constantly to Colby that Zach was beating her womb to a pulp. Despite this, she seemed more relaxed and happy than at any time in recent memory. She continued to spend her watch with Michaela in the bubble. Her recreation and sleep time she spent happily with Colby and Mina. Zach made a mental note. Despite her solitary nature, Anming should never sleep alone. At least, she shouldn’t until her rape was only a distant memory.
Zach continued to check in on Berte and Aanya daily. Both women were, apparently strong, happy, and pain free, but both were recovering slowly from their births. Aanya’s labor had been long and hard, so no surprise there. Berte’s slow recovery was more perplexing.
Zach continued to wake up Charisse with sex every afternoon at 2 PM. Charisse was insatiable, and usually wanted it several times upon awakening.
It was everything Zach could do to muster a nice hard ride for Khushi at their regular breakfast/dinner at 4 PM. She usually got one nice long railing as she nursed and orgasmed, which suited her well.
Not wanting to lose touch, Zach and Colleen got together for sex and conversation every other evening or so. He didn’t press her on the Anming issue. Clearly she had more than enough critical concerns.
This routine continued for about a week until Wednesday Ares 25, when all hell broke loose. Zach and Charisse were resting in post-coital bliss together. He had awakened her in her favorite way and nutted in her. She told him how horny she was feeling and how she felt like going and going. Then she started having labor pains, hard, regular labor pains. She’d had a couple of false starts, but there was hardly any doubt this time that she was in labor.
A few hours into Charisse’s labor, Berte fell gravely ill with flu-like symptoms. Zach turned Charisse over to Ayana so he could look after Berte.
Upon imaging Berte’s uterus, Zach confirmed his diagnosis of Postpartum Endometritus. This is when some placental tissue is left in the uterus and becomes infected. There was no fooling around with this. He started Berte on IV antibiotics immediately. Sadly, this affected baby Anna’s digestion, but everyone’s digestion would improve once the series was complete. As a result, the ship suffered its first bout of truly stinky diapers. It was a small price to pay for Berte’s healthy and speedy recovery.
Colette sat with Berte, ready to alert Zach to any changes. Zach returned to look in on Charisse’s labor. It was progressing wonderfully well. Ayana was happy to remain available and sit with Charisse.
Zach was just in time for his meal with Khushi. Before they even started preparing the meal, Zach bent her over the table and had her passionately. “What is going on with you, my premee ladaka?” Khushi grunted as he took her enthusiastically from behind. His hands roved, enjoying her ass, her breasts. In response, her milk shot into baby Aaron’s mouth as fast as he could drink it.
After a groaning, forceful orgasm where he overflowed her creamy cunny with his seed, he sighed. “Charisse has gone into labor,” he told her. “Berte has fallen ill, but we know why, and she’s on the mend. That’s since 2 PM.”
Khushi chuckled, “I’m surprised you were able to make it here.”
“I had to. I needed to,” said Zach, roving his hands on her luscious curves under her sari. “This is being so good for me,” he moaned, and started up in her a second time.
“What, did you not finish in Charisse?” Khushi asked. Zach startled. “Yes, I know your visiting schedule thoroughly, my big rutting bailon. All pent up?”
“Only once,” he moaned. He couldn’t keep a secret while enjoying Khushi’s tight vaginal embrace.
“With you like this, no wonder she started labor,” Khushi giggled. Zach, her excited breeding oxen, relentlessly churned his first offering out of her onto the galley deck, preparing to fill her with another. She gritted her teeth and orgasmed as baby Aaron enthusiastically suckled to keep up with her squirting teat. It seemed Charisse’s loss was her gain. She’d take it all gladly. She was so happy Ayana had relented. She was in heaven.
Eventually, Zach was reasonably sated and Khushi was a limp rag. Baby Aaron was all full of milk and dead asleep. She staggered back to her quarters for a good long nap. She put a clean dish towel in her panties so she didn’t drip all over the deck on the way.
Zach called Colleen. “Berte has had a complication, but she’s getting IV antibiotics now, and she’ll be fine.”
“Yes, I heard,” she said. “Thank you Zach.”
“Charisse is in labor,” said Zach. “Everything is progressing normally.”
“I’m aware,” said Colleen. “Why are you calling, Zach?” She always had his number.
“I want you this evening,” said Zach.
“You know I’ve been very busy,” said Colleen. “We saw each other just a few evenings ago. It’s not that I don’t want you, Zach, I always do. I haven’t been seeing anyone else either, this past while, in case you were feeling jealous. It’s just that I’m so busy.”
“You need to relax,” said Zach.
“I understand,” said Colleen. “The insatiable Charisse is suddenly off the table. Ergo, it’s time for me to serve it up and take her creampies.”
“Not all of them,” Zach demurred. “But you really do need to relax.”
“I sleep to relax,” said Colleen. “I read a good book. When I want more pleasure than my body can contain and get slightly crippled in the process, I see you. Different categories.”
“Thanks for the positive review,” said Zach. “Please?”
“Very well,” said Colleen. “My quarters, 2200.”
“Every evening?” begged Zach.
“You savage,” she said, and sighed heavily. “Very well. On one condition.”
“Anything,” Zach promised.
“You finish me off every evening with a nice hard ass pounding. Put your hot juice deep in my rectum.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Make me your anal slave bitch.”
“Done!”
“Yes, and say the usual things,” panted Colleen.
“Like, how you’re my dirty little cum dump?” asked Zach. “How you’re made just for sheathing my dick?”
“Yeahhh...” Colleen breathed urgently.
Since Colby and Anming had each other to sleep with, he arranged to sleep with Berte. He wanted to stay close for a couple of days in case there were any complications.
That evening, just as Zach’s semen was boiling in his first bout atop Colleen, his phone beeped. He finished in short order, “Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! RAAAAH!”
Colleen, resting on her side underneath him, finished together, “Hah! Oh yeah Zach! Uuh! Uuh! Uuh! Uuh! AWWWWW! Hah! Ohfuck! Ohgod!” She always forgot how magnificent it was for him to cum hard and deep into her cunt. Lately it felt like he was getting even deeper. In the stillness, she felt her baby dancing in excitement and pleasure.
Zach looked at his phone and saw Charisse had given birth to a healthy baby girl, seven pounds, six ounces. He dressed and promised Colleen to return for her anal. He sped off to see the new mom and baby.
The baby was lively and healthy, and scored 10 on her Apgars. Charisse was beaming. Baby was suckling well. Ayana handed off to him. Charisse was thinking of the name Vrishika. She considered the prettiest sounding Martian month that wasn’t already taken. Alexis was happy to stay the night with Charisse so Zach could attend to Berte. She had instructions to call Zach if anything came up.
When Zach got back to Colleen, he found her under her blanket. Her vibrator was whirring on high. She was shaking, panting, grimacing, and red-faced. When he pulled back her covers, he found she had inserted a butt plug. He rocked it out while she continued to vibe herself and orgasm. He pushed into her anal canal, firmly straightening it.
For Colleen, this was about surrender and subjugation, giving up the control she normally was called upon to assert. It brought her back to her undergrad and midshipman days. Then, she was often some instructor’s or upper classmate's sex toy. But always her ass or mouth. She saved her vagina for her eighteenth birthday. She used to tape it shut with medical tape. Since she’d grown out her bush for Zach, she’d given up that kink for the time being. She missed it.
Zach cried, “Sweetheart, take it, take it deep!” He unloaded into her rectum.
Colleen whimpered and shook in orgasm with him. Nobody could give a good hard ass fucking like Zach. So intensely satisfying. “Totally worth being your spillover bitch every evening,” Colleen moaned in pleasure. “I’m going to fall behind in my book club, though.” She grimaced.
His commitment to Colleen discharged, balls thoroughly drained, Zach showered then lay down gently beside Berte. Mother and baby were both asleep. He was careful enough not to rouse them.
After Berte was out of the woods, Zach stayed with Charisse and baby Vrishika. The mining crew was not uninvolved. Mateo spent time waiting on Charisse. Aiden often saw to Berte. Ethan looked after Aanya. And Jason waited on Colby, much to her delight.
Michaela left the bubble on Sunday, Mesha first. She had been exercising diligently, but she was still weak. Regardless, she was dead set on throwing a bubble emergence party. The festivities were two hours long, from 2 PM to 4 PM. It appeared everyone shared Michaela’s strong opinion there should be a party. The graveyard shift crew went to bed late.
The command deck was monitored in half hour stints by Mateo, Alexis, Colleen, and Michaela herself. This was to insure they all had ample time to enjoy the party. Alexis was, of course, the master of ceremonies.
“All right animals and girls, listen up!” Alexis shouted over the many conversations already buzzing in the party. “Our first game is an icebreaker. It’s called ‘Who’s the Best Kisser?’ In this game, each of the mining crew will make the rounds kissing each of the women. Then each of the women, by silent ballot, will vote for the best kisser. The winner will be announced when all votes are in. But here’s the kicker, and listen carefully. Each time you are kissed, except for the guys obviously, you must consume at least one cannabis wafer. So it’s kind of a drinking game as well. Sorry you’re not included, Zach. The organizers, consisting of the Breeding Bitches, felt it would unfairly skew the voting. Okay, off you go!”
Zach was sitting next to Charisse and holding baby Vrishika so Charisse could enjoy a few minutes of respite. She was enjoyably giggling conspiratorially with the other Breeding Bitches about these games they’d developed. Mateo walked up and interrupted Charisse with a rough and passionate tongue kiss. He held her hair tightly with one hand as he kissed her and choked her with the other. After he was done, he asked, “Was that the kind of thing we were talking about earlier?” Charisse smiled at him and nodded. Zach was sitting right next to her, so he heard Mateo’s whisper over the din of the party. “You know I’d pee in your mouth if it wouldn’t attract too much attention.” She beamed at him. She opened her mouth and put both hands under her chin as if to catch a urine stream. Then she blew him a kiss as he backed away to go kiss the next woman on his list.
“I'd bet that kiss got high marks,” Zach smiled at her. Charisse smiled back and nodded. Zach added, “Sounds like you’ve been training him.”
“He doesn’t know all the knots and things. He tries to please me by doing some of my kinks sometimes,” Charisse said. “He’s very sweet. He struggles with some of the same things you do, sweetheart, and with less experience. It’s fun to get an occasional random this or that from him.” The only real domme they had on the mission was Alexis. They were lucky to have her. It was a good thing, though, Zach thought, that Charisse was cultivating her options. For Charisse, being dominated occasionally took the bleakness out of reality and made it shiny and exciting.
Zach turned to Khushi, who was sitting on his other side. “We’re on for our four o’clock?” he asked.
“Certainly, my love,” said Khushi. “I’m trying not to get too stoned by this game. I need to dance after this.” Baby Aaron was laying calmly in her arms, examining the milling, chattering people around them with fascination.
“Oh that reminds me, I need to eat another cannabis wafer,” said Charisse, and wandered off toward the food table. Luckily, baby Vrishika was asleep and didn’t, for the moment, miss the near presence of her mom.
Michaela walked up to Zach and got on her knees. “Apologies from Breeding Bitches for not including in game,” she growled. She stroked his swelling penis through the fabric of his scrub pants. He turned to Khushi to see what her reaction to this development would be. She was busy getting a deep-tongued kiss from Mateo. It was a pandemonium of kissing and happy chatting and laughing all around them. Occasionally a baby would fuss and get a placating teat.
“Ass up,” Michaela ordered.
He looked over at Alexis. “The least we could do,” she said. “C’mon, don’t be a party pooper.”
He opened his mouth to say something, he never found out what. Michaela popped another cannabis wafer into his open mouth and pressed on his chin to shut it. There was no fighting the wishes of the Breeding Bitches, especially with a sleeping baby in his arms. Delicately, so as not to wake baby Vrishika, he raised his ass off the chair. Michaela tugged his scrubs down to his ankles and latched her mouth wetly onto his swelling cock.
Soon Michaela was grunting and choking. She pumped Zach’s straining cock farther and farther down her throat. He sat as calmly as he could manage. He closed his eyes and tried to remain calm and enjoy the blowjob. Inevitably, he helplessly tensed and raised his hips as Michaela’s mouth and throat pleasured him. This disturbed the baby, who fussed.
Michaela disgorged him and said, “Here, give. Time for me to try.” She lifted her black knit top, took little Vrishika, and put her to one teat. Vrishika knew the routine. “Ow! You sadistic monster!” Michaela grunted, but not harshly. Feeling a baby suckle for the first time was an overwhelming feeling. Vrishika was now happy as a clam given the new source of milk, or colostrum at least. She dug in quite enthusiastically. Michaela didn’t have her milk control down. Her free teat dribbled Zach’s leg with colostrum. Baby pacified, Michaela returned to forcing her tiny spitty mouth and throat onto Zach’s cock.
Soon afterward, Zach groaned long and hard. Legs shaking, hips straining, he surrendered all his available seminal fluid down Michaela's gullet. The part she managed not to swallow, she showed him in her open mouth. Then she swallowed it with a smile. “We all love you, our precious Zachary,” she said with real affection.
Michaela stood up holding Vrishika tight on her teat atop the ledge of her huge tummy. “Now feel unbalanced,” she said. “Will take her for while.” She gently took the baby off one teat and put her on the other. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Vicious little goblin!” she complained, though not unkindly, as she walked away.
Zach’s attention was drawn to Anming moaning behind him. She was across the room telling Jason in a shaky voice, “I can’t, I reserve it for my husband.” Jason was kissing her neck and had one hand under her party dress. By all appearances he had hit pay dirt. Her hips were pumping in ecstasy as she whimpered and complained quietly. Her speech was a little slurred. She was quite stoned and extremely horny. Well, he had left her alone to go tend Charisse these last several days. As he watched, her legs shook, and she grunted in orgasm as quietly as she could manage. As soon as she recovered, she pushed Jason away, slowly but firmly, and he backed off.
Anming stood up and straightened her rumpled clothing. Zach turned away nonchalantly, trying not to let on that he had seen the exchange. This was different from a situation where he himself had pressed her to explore her sexuality. When he was the cause, she never blamed herself. In her mind, obeying her husband, however depraved, was always virtuous and trumped all other concerns. She must feel bad about this, though.
He didn’t want to exacerbate her self-destructive and morality-driven self hate. He would feign ignorance. He expected Colleen might have some vigorous therapy to do. Alexis would likely have some vigorous whipping to do as well. The poor woman. He’d as much caused this himself by inviting her into his bed then abandoning it to help Charisse.
Anming’s strong nervous grip closed on his hand and he turned to look up at her. “My husband,” she whispered urgently, “I beg you to cripple me between the legs with your ardor.”
As nonchalantly as he could manage, he answered, “Certainly.”
She nodded nervously and grimaced. “Privately, away from here,” she added hastily. He saw she suddenly dreaded the possibility of being taken right here in front of everybody. Luckily, he knew this was a time she needed comforting, not boundary stretching. He stood up, holding her hand firmly, and led her away. The party was raging in Recreation B. He took her into Colby's quarters right next door and shut the hatch.
Anming’s hand reached for the light switch and faltered. She compromised by turning the lights way down in brightness. This was fine with Zach. The lights off was a holdover of her prudish upbringing. The low lights were a way for her to distance herself from the circumstances of her rape. Bright lights overhead were a reminder of the torture room.
He helped her off with her dress and undressed himself while she removed her underwear. She climbed under the covers, again reflexive modesty. He pulled the covers back to expose her nakedness. She didn’t resist, but looked at him expectantly. He checked between her legs, and she was gushing wet. He decided to spare her the usual fretting over cunnilingus and push directly in.
Although she would allow him practically anything without complaint, she did fret about him going down on her. Previous lovers had rarely done this to her. She felt the area was dirty with her juices, which she considered unsanitary. She was of the opinion it was debasing and humiliating for him to do it. He loved it, though, and usually did it anyway. She orgasmed readily and frequently from it, despite her objections.
He put her on one side and straddled her. He held up her leg to gain access to her vagina. She orgasmed twice as he opened her up slickly and deeply in this position. She was on a hair trigger. Nothing aroused her more than situations like what had happened. It had embarrassed, humiliated, and greatly aroused her to be coaxed to orgasm publicly. Everyone who cared to notice could have noticed, including her own husband. It was nasty. It was slutty. It had whipped her into an erotic frenzy. Her growls and shrieks came furiously as he pounded her. She would grapple with her self hate regarding it as soon as she fully recovered her senses. Hopefully Colleen and Alexis could help her grapple successfully.
As he took Anming, Zach said, “My wife!” a lot. This reassured her. Also “You’re serving me so well!” He didn’t say it more than usual, for fear of activating further guilt over the matter with Jason. With a roar, he ejaculated deep and hot. Her tight hole squeezed and pulsed on him wetly.
After a momentary pause, Zach rolled Anming over to her other side and took her a second time. His first load squirted out of her around the edges as he filled her. As he gleefully punished her orgasming cunny, a desire came over him to take her anally. He would not do it this time. His intention here was to comfort. Though she was growing more comfortable, it was something she had never experienced until her rape. It was confronting for that reason, though she orgasmed readily from it. Though tolerable, he couldn’t see it as comforting at this point, so it was off the agenda.
Zach had a long satisfying time plowing Anming’s tight womb and listening to her ecstatic growls and shrieks. With a satisfied roar, he unloaded a second time in her overflowing vagina.
They rested for some time together, in and out of sleep. He roused to return to the party. She said, yawning, “Please give my excuses."
"Sure thing, but I'm leaving the hatch open. That way you'll hear the sounds of the party and know you're not alone. Join us later if you want." She was already dozing, sleeping off the cannabis wafers she’d consumed.
Zach returned to the party. He noticed that Colette was laying on her back between Colby’s legs. Jason, sweaty, was pumping furiously away in Colette’s dripping vagina. Colby was masturbating and watching them intently. Colby said to Jason, “Your dick feels so good in me, baby.” This must be playacting. Colette whimpered, and orgasmed. The pleasure wasn't playacting.
“You're getting close, aren't you baby? Go ahead and finish, any... time... you... want. Stay in and give it all to me,” Colby growled. She'd just made herself orgasm on her vibrator.
“What’s all this?” Zach asked an onlooking and furiously masturbating Alexis.
“There you are, Zach,” Alexis moaned. “We planned a special treat for the four women who are currently too baby-ripped to fuck. Colette is standing in for each of them and getting fucked in the women’s place, under her direction. You should have seen how Berte begged Aiden to ass fuck her at the end. Colette took a nice big creampie up her ass in her place. Yummy! Berte is good with her nasty taunts.”
Zach nodded. “Colby picked Jason, eh? I’m not sure if this is good news for me or bad.”
“I hope you’re joking, Zach,” Alexis said. She paused to moan and orgasm on her wand. “You know Colby loves you all to hell and back.”
“I know,” said Zach. “But look at him go. How long has it been?”
“Over half an hour,” Alexis purred.
“Exactly. And look how often Colette and Colby are orgasming. It’s intimidating,” Zach said.
“Hah!” said Alexis. “You’re intimidating. You two must have a mutual intimidation society. Calm down, Zach.”
“I am calm,” said Zach. "I bet Jason won the kissing contest"
"That he did," said Alexis.
"Intimidating," concluded Zach. "And he's the best baby wrangler we have."
"That's not all he can wrangle," said Alexis.
“Get ready,” warned Colby. “Here it comes! Put it in me, baby! Put it deep!” Colette flinched and orgasmed as Jason’s squirts hit her insides. Colby followed suit. “AAAAH!! Hah! Hah! Oh that feels so good deep in me, my sweet baby!”
Intimidating and red hot, he had to admit. Zach applauded along with everyone else.
(To be continued)
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79: Monday, Mesha 2, 231 1800 hours OST: They Should Make a Musical
“Thank you for agreeing to help me, Zachary,” said Khushi, smiling sweetly. “It’s my first day back at work, and there’s so much to do. Berte and Colby are still out, so I have everything, and the work has been piling up for weeks. We need to get this done quickly.”
They were up in the core to drain the water out of the bubble and stow it. They pushed their way into the interior. Khushi sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “It doesn’t surprise me that Michaela would leave a rank smell in here.”
“Come on,” said Zach. “Be nice.”
“We must wash it out a second time,” said Khushi. She clipped her sling carrying baby Aaron to the top of the fuckspace. She unzipped her flight suit and pulled off her shoes.
“What are you doing?” asked Zach.
“Haven’t you ever cleaned in here before?” asked Khushi impatiently. “You’d better take off all your clothes or you’ll get them wet.”
Zach shrugged and started undressing. Floating there next to the fuckspace, Khushi pulled her flight suit off her shoulders. Her knockers flew free to float deliciously in zero-g, swollen with milk. Her dark brown nipples were hard in the chilly air. The sexiest thing about her, about the moment, was that it was entirely candid and innocent. Without even noticing, she next revealed her pudenda and thighs to him. She pulled down her utilitarian white cotton panties along with her suit. Popping out the hem of her panties as she struck them down was her sprouting black bush. She was growing it for him, just because he liked it, just to show her devotion.
While stunned with her curvy bronze beauty as it was revealed, Zach was trying to keep up. When he pulled down his undies, his dick made an audible slap as it sprang out erect against his belly. Khushi’s eyes landed on it and she paused. She regarded him for a long moment midway through pulling her clothes off one ankle. She licked her lips. “That won’t do,” she said.
“What?” said Zach. More urgent instructions from the harried engineer?
Khushi looked over at the sleeping Aaron and then back at Zach. “You’ll never be able to work with that. Here...” She floated over to him and grabbed his dick to stop herself. She bobbed down on it with her mouth. With the other hand, she slid an index finger between her engorged dark vaginal lips and stroked herself.
Zach twirled her so that her glorious pussy with its dark lips and pink bullseye presented to his face. Gently, he moved her hand to the side and wetly tongued and sucked her. Slowly, he worked his way from clitoral hood to urethra and back as she shuddered in pleasure. “Oh Zach, UUUH!” she cried. Aaron was perfectly calm in response to her cries. He’d been hearing them a lot.
“Zachary, I need you,” Khushi whimpered. “Let’s get in.”
He spun her back around and they squeezed together gently into the fuckspace. She spread her glorious legs out the leg holes, impossibly wide. She was so limber! He stirred his cock head in her juices and pushed deliciously into her warm channel. She clutched his firm ass, dug in her fingers, and orgasmed, shrieking out something in Hindi.
Aaron noticed his mommy’s cries, made sucking motions with his mouth, and complained gently. It appeared he wasn’t bothered by the noise. He simply knew his mommy’s milk flooded out strongly during sex. She often fed Aaron during sex. She reeled him in and put him to a teat. Whether he thought it was the dinner call or associated the noise with a good meal was unclear.
Zach and Khushi cradled their suckling child between them as they kissed and continued their lovemaking. Zach felt his semen boiling and entered his short strokes, pumping himself into her with desperate intensity. He moaned as he poured himself and his soul deep into her pulsing womb. She gritted her teeth and growled something no doubt very nasty in Hindi. She orgasmed wetly on his dick with a moan.
Panting, curious, Zach asked, “What did you just say at the end?”
“I was half crazy with lust. I’m embarrassed to say,” said Khushi.
“Now I have to know what you said.”
“You won’t be offended?” asked Khushi.
“After that orgasm, how could I be?” said Zach. “People say all kinds of fucked up shit during sex. Whatever gets you over the top is fine.”
“Okay...” said Khushi. “I said, ‘Paint my open cunt, you pasty-assed mother fucking son of a donkey.’ You see? I didn’t want to say it.”
Zach was delighted. “Even with you translating what you said, I can’t imagine you saying such a thing with the emotion you did. I think of you as such a nice girl.”
“I am.” She switched Aaron to the other teat and smiled. “The nicest girl who ever learned how to do the vertical splits and pop her yoni lips open in the face of a man.” She giggled and looked at him with some anticipation. "And you really are endowed like a donkey."
Zach realized again he wasn’t picking up on all the signals. She was tensing and angling her pelvis forward, waiting for another bout. Through Berte or some other influence, his crewmates universally expected a double shot from him now. It was his own fault. He grinned and started pumping.
Khushi’s breath caught and her eyes fluttered shut with pleasure. One of her hands caught his ass cheek, the nails digging in. Her other arm held Aaron firmly to the teat. She moaned nastily and said something that sounded even viler in Hindi. It was too nerdy to ask her everything. He would simply have to use his imagination.
Zach awakened from a doze after their third bout in the fuckspace. A priority message had come through his phone. He gently slipped out of the fuckspace past sleeping mother and baby. He retrieved his phone and saw it was from Alexis. She was asking for a video chat. This was her watch. While he was keeping night watch hours, he worked for her. He brought her up on video. “Hi, Alexis.”
“Why are you naked?” she asked.
“We’re cleaning the inside of the bubble,” said Zach.
“Is that Khushi behind you asleep in the fuckspace?” she asked.
“Ooh… yeah,” answered Zach.
“Well, not only cleaning,” Alexis snickered.
“Depends on how loose your definition of scrubbing is,” he retorted.
“Is it going to be stowed before Colleen wakes up?” asked Alexis.
“I’m quite sure we’ll be done by then,” said Zach.
“Good,” said Alexis. “Report to me in Control A when the job is complete.”
“Sure thing,” said Zach and closed the link.
Late in the night watch, approaching 1 AM, Zach arrived in Control A. “It’s done,” he said. “Khushi has now moved on to servicing the ion injectors.”
“I know,” said Alexis.
“Why did you want to see me?” asked Zach.
“I think I have a medical problem,” said Alexis.
Zach grew immediately concerned. Alexis was well along in her pregnancy. He rested his hand on her tummy, felt her baby move restlessly. “What is it?”
“Horniness,” Alexis snickered. “The bigger my belly gets, the hornier I get. Is that normal?”
Zach breathed a sigh of relief. She was just kidding him. “It’s not abnormal.”
“I think the case is so serious it may be fatal if not treated immediately,” said Alexis. She grinned and lifted the front of her faux black leather miniskirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her labia peeked moistly out of her slit.
“We can’t do this again,” said Zach. “Colleen will kill us, or at least court martial us. You’re piloting the ship at the moment.”
“Colleen’s asleep,” Alexis pointed out, grinning. “Anyway, I want to be the first astronaut drummed out of the service for having sex on the bridge of a NASA spacecraft during duty hours. It would be a singular distinction. And what are they going to do to me as punishment, send me back to Earth?”
“Colleen would be angry enough to find something worse,” said Zach.
“It’s out of your hands,” said Alexis. “You’re working on my watch under my orders. Now, get on your knees and lick it.”
“This is workplace sexual harassment,” joked Zach.
“You know you love it,” Alexis replied.
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Zach continued to work a night watch schedule and use Charisse’s quarters as a home base. He tried to cover Charisse and baby Vrishika’s every need. This way mom and baby could relax and mom could heal. But there was one obvious need of the new mother that couldn’t be satisfied, her insatiable need for dick. She was used to it twice a day at least. “I’m going crazy, Zach,” she whimpered.
“You’ve been using your vibrator, right?” asked Zach.
“Hours and hours. It’s not enough,” she complained.
“How can I help?” asked Zach. “We need to keep your genital area as clean and undisturbed as possible.”
“I don’t know,” said Charisse. “Anything would be better than this. Here.” She crawled on her knees over to Zach and pulled down his scrubs and undies. “Cum inside me, Zach. Cum down my throat. Choke me with your splooge- UCK!”
“Enough talking,” said Zach. “Let’s try it and see.”
At the end, she pulled it out and splashed his cum over her face and breasts. Sensuously, she rubbed his cum over as much of her face and body as it would cover.
“Can I get you a towel?” asked Zach.
“No, I want to smell it,” said Charisse. “I think I can fall asleep now. We need to do this more. I’ll text you.”
“And I’ll come running,” said Zach. “I bet some variety would help. I can probably get the guys to drop by your place and unload every once in a while.”
“Sounds wonderful. You’re so thoughtful, Zach,” said Charisse.
“Well, I know you, my little orchid,” said Zach.
“A floral reference, even,” she purred. “Okay, well, you organize it. I’ll text you when I’m thirsty for another dose.”
“I’ll arrange it,” said Zach. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get handled every time, and with as much variety as possible.”
Charisse smiled and drifted off into happy dreams. As usual, to aid her slumber, her vibe was on low, still gently tickling her genitals as she drifted off.
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Later during their sleep cycle, Zach awoke restless, and Charisse was dead asleep.
First, Zach thought of Khushi. But by cordial agreement, Ayana had Khushi to herself that night. So far, everything was working well in his sharing arrangement with Ayana. It was being good, by all accounts, for all three of them. He got as much time with Khushi as his busy schedule would accommodate. Ayana was also getting plenty of Khushi time, with the welcome addition of time to cat around more broadly. So both women were getting their relationship itches well scratched.
Zach thought of his other fuckable crewmates. Alexis, the only other woman on night duty, would normally welcome him with open legs. But currently, she was busy having all-night sex with Mateo. Now that Michaela was back to pilot the graveyard shift, Mateo was newly back on the night shift. Alexis was making a point of welcoming him.
Graveyard watch was off limits. They were on duty. Despite Alexis breaking the rules, Zach himself would do his best to honor them.
That left the day watch. It was their morning recreation time. Colby was still healing, but Colleen or Anming might be available. He texted Anming. Always succinct, Anming texted back “Galley A.” He headed there.
Jason and Colleen were seated across from Colby and Anming at breakfast. Zach sat down at the foot of the table. Colleen asked, “Shouldn’t you be asleep now, Zach?”
“I was restless,” he answered.
Anming stood up from the table, eyes downcast. “I will humbly serve to calm you, my husband,” she said. “We may retire to my quarters nearby.”
“Don’t leave on my account,” said Jason. “I’m family now, aren’t I? And don’t you ladies usually serve him right here at the table? I believe Colby invented the practice, didn’t you? I understand that it symbolizes your respect for Zach. How far you’re willing to go to take care of him. I think it’s quite a beautiful practice. Don’t change it on my account.”
Anming sat back down in her seat, eyes still downcast. She gritted her teeth, no doubt trying to steel herself to do her duty despite putting on a show for Jason.
Colleen stood up and unzipped her flight suit. She shucked it off her shoulders and pulled it down and off one leg, along with her shoe. She bent over her breakfast. “Right here, Zach,” she said.
Zach stood up and walked around behind Colleen. He bent over, kissed her neck lovingly, and checked her wetness with his fingers. She was a little moist, but not ready. He got on his knees and bent in close to take in her clean scent. He ruffled her blonde muff with his fingers. He teased her vulva to excitement with his lips and tongue. He gently wet her inner lips with his tongue and tugged them with his lips. He licked and tongued her urethra and around her clitoris. As she vibrated with sexual tension, he wetly flicked and teased her throbbing erect clitoris with his tongue. She moaned out a long shuddering orgasm as he drank in her juices.
“You showoff,” Colleen panted with a smile. “Get to your business.” Zach slipped down his scrubs and undies. He stirred his raging erect cock in her slippery juices and rocked firmly into her. Despite her snappy tightness, she accommodated him swiftly. It was a matter of expectation, he supposed. As he pumped earnestly in her delicious cunt, she moaned low in orgasm.
The rest of the table had finished with their breakfast. Anming was turned away, dealing with the dishes. Colby and Jason held each other. Perhaps it was just Zach’s horny imagination, but perhaps they were doing more. Only one hand of each was visible. It looked like Jason might be rubbing Colby’s button under the table. Colby perhaps had her hand on his, wondering whether she should stop him. Mina fussed and they separated. Colby put her to the teat.
“Well, I should go,” said Jason. “It was nice having breakfast with all of you.”
Colleen moaned out another orgasm and shuddered. Zach was not going to last much longer at this rate. A good thing, because Colleen still had to finish up her breakfast before Anming could clear her plate.
“C’mon, Zach. Yes, there you go,” encouraged Colleen as Zach entered his short strokes. “Let it all out, Doctor. Oh feels good. Let’s cum together, darling. Oh-OWAAAH!”
“RAAAAH!” growled Zach. He basted and blasted all his cum deep into Colleen’s slick, teasing, and forcibly upsized twat. The upsizing was only temporary, though, Zach knew. Even a baby pushing through there probably wouldn’t make her any looser. Those pussy muscles of hers could milk the semen out of him like nobody else. So satisfying. He sighed. Suddenly he was very sleepy.
He looked up to see Anming bent over, looking embarrassed. Her skirt was flipped up and her panties pulled down. “My husband,” she said, “I despise my earlier cowardice. I am now ready to serve. Please take me forcibly and without lubrication. I deserve to be punished for my behavior.”
Zach slid out of Colleen’s slippery slot, catching their product in his hand as best he could. As Colleen redressed herself, he washed his hand off in the sink and spoke to Anming. “My perfect wife, it’s not cowardice to be modest. Never let anyone force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Scratch that. You need never let anyone but me force you to do something you’re uncomfortable with. I’ll guide you.”
Zach came up behind Anming and felt her. She was gushing wet. “Take you without lubrication, eh?” Zach chuckled. He rocked into her, opening her tight nervous vaginal canal easily given the slickness of it.
“Ugh!” Anming croaked as Zach rearranged internal organs already beleaguered by her growing baby.
“Watching me enjoy Colleen got you worked up, didn’t it?” Zach said. “You naughty little slut!”
Anming groaned as Zach’s cock continued to ravage her. She managed to grunt out her excuse between his forceful thrusts in her. “My husband, UGH! As a wife should, your virility excites me, UNNH! Watching your muscular ass ripple powerfully as you take our wife, OW! Watching your back and legs pump as you endeavor to fill her with your cream, AIEE! Why shouldn’t it gift me with the slickness to enjoy this heaven myself, NNNH! Why shouldn’t it fill me with resolve to enjoy you myself no matter who looks, HUH! And I am! HUH! So very much! HUH!”
“Knock her up twice, Zach!” Colby cheered, moving baby Mina to the other teat. Colleen had her mouth full, finishing her breakfast.
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“We should have been throwing parties all along,” Alexis told Zach gravely. She said it as if they’d forgotten to scrub the air supply.
“We’ll have to always remain vigilant,” said Zach. He tried to match her air of seriousness and not burst out laughing. He’d had one too many cannabis wafers. The cannabis Charisse had grown in Hydroponics Bay B5 was outrageously potent. “Upon landing, a serious party schedule must immediately be drawn up. The consequences of unfun are too great.”
“There’s medical stuff about that, right?” asked Alexis hazily.
“Oh yes, people are healthier and live longer if they have regular fun, and not just the bed kind,” said Zach.
“Also the bent over the dining table kind, eh tiger?” she joked, smacking him on the ass.
“So what are we supposed to be celebrating?” asked Zach.
“The theme is ‘Summer Fun’,” said Alexis. “It’s the middle of summer on Mars.”
“Yay, dust storms,” said Zach.
“Those don’t come on Mars until the end of summer,” said Alexis.
“Well, that explains why you asked me to wear my ratty swim trunks instead of my Lawrence of Arabia outfit,” said Zach. “Who picked this music?”
“It was Khushi,” said Alexis. “They’re from her collection of late 20th century American classics. This one is called… let me see… Rock Lobster.”
“It’s catchy,” said Zach.
“Dance, Zach,” said Alexis. “Have another hot dog.”
“What are these made out of?” asked Zach.
“The food preparer does most of the work. I think the raw materials are pinto beans, oats, a bunch of different seeds, different seasonings,” said Alexis. “Do you know they used to make these out of pigs back on Earth?”
“The pets?” asked Zach. “Ew!”
“I thought doctors weren’t supposed to be grossed out by anything, Zach.”
“Well, you were wrong, Alexis.”
The room darkened, because they were now listening to a classical music concert. Later, there would be fireworks, video ones at least, on the big screen. In the semi-darkness, everyone was cuddling up under blankets. Zach saw that Charisse and Vrishika were alone and went to cuddle up with them.
As the music played and the fireworks streaked around on the screen, Charisse leaned over to Zach. “I want your semen spread on my face and up my nose so it burns. I want it on my tits. Could you, I don’t know, get ready? I can duck under the blanket for a minute and catch it when you’re ready.”
“I don’t generally masturbate to classical music and fireworks,” said Zach.
“Let me tell you then,” she said, freeing and stroking him with one hand under the blanket. “Let me tell you what I’ll have you do to me once I’m healed. I want to find a way for you to play hide and seek with me on the ship. The idea is, you chase me down and catch me. Then I want you to carry me somewhere, a storage area perhaps. I saw an interesting stress pose recently. My wrists are tied behind my back, like I’m your prisoner. Facing a pole, you bend me all the way over so my head is pointing down. Then you tie my wrists to the pole to keep me bent over that way. You bind up both my naked tits really tight and tie them to the pole as well. You fuck me nice and hard, maybe a couple of times, in the pussy. You strap a vibrator to my pussy. Then fuck me nice and hard in the ass a couple of times while whipping my ass and tits. Oh yeah.”
“I like how you think,” said Zach. “I know this is the kind of thing you like sometimes, though I’m into gentler stuff.”
“Oh, but I’m not done. I know you’re a great big nasty voyeur, Zach. So then you’ll line up all the men. They’ll churn your jizz out of me and put in their own as you watch and jack off. It will drip down onto the deck and run down my legs. As each man cums in me, as he pulls out, his cum will splash out of me because I’m all full. Mateo and Jason and Aiden and Ethan. They’ll all orgasm, ejaculate in me, and pull out. You’ll whip my tits and ass until I agree to take you all again. Then all five of you will take me again...” Her description got nastier and nastier as she smiled, watched, and jacked him.
“Hmm… huh,” answered Zach. His hips were thrilling and thrusting in Charisse’s hand. She ducked beneath the blanket. Within a minute, he stifled a moan as she caught his ejaculate with her face and breasts. She surfaced with a triumphant smile, painting and spreading his cum gleefully across herself in the semi-darkness.
Soon after, baby Vrishika grew restless amid the gaining din and flash of the fireworks show. Charisse had to leave with her. Zach escorted them back to their quarters. Other moms and babies had also left or were preparing to leave.
After Zach tucked Charisse and Vrishika safely in, he decided to go see Khushi. He had seen her leave the party with baby Aaron. At her quarters, he indeed found her at home alone with Aaron. She greeted him with a kiss and let him in. They lay on the bed and kissed while he gently fingered her and stroked her vulva to a couple of nice orgasms. In the midst of their petting, she admitted to some soreness from the day before and begged off intercourse. Her consolation gift was a literal booby prize. She gave him a spectacular boob job that ended in him grunting and shooting onto her tits and face. After kissing and petting her to another whimpering orgasm, he took his leave to return to the party.
Zach returned to the party. He saw by the firework flashes in the near total darkness that a lot of bumping was going on under the blankets. Everyone seemed to be occupied having sex. Nearest him, blanket cast aside, Ayana had a painful-looking grasp of Colette’s hair. She was holding Colette’s face tight to her cunt. Ayana was bucking her hips into that face. She was orgasming with a series of grunts.
It was easy to see that it was Aiden that Alexis had under her. She was riding him reverse cowgirl while they tried to watch the fireworks.
Colleen and Mateo were cuddled face to face under their blanket, kissing and whispering to each other. They were necking and perhaps doing more under the blanket. It didn’t appear that they had as yet moved on to intercourse.
It appeared that Michaela had already enjoyed Ethan once. They were both disheveled. She was down sucking him to another cockstand.
Anming and Jason were laying together under a blanket watching the fireworks. Colby had been with them earlier, but she’d had to leave with baby Mina. It appeared at first glance innocent. As he watched, it became evident that a subtle contest of wills was taking place. Anming’s eyes closed, she whimpered, and her hips pumped. Her eyes opened and she sat up whispering to Jason, scolding. She then looked around furtively, seeing whether anyone had noticed her orgasm.
Seeing everyone else otherwise occupied gave her relief. She orgasmed on Jason’s fingers a second time as she sat there, this time with a louder whimper. Again, she turned to him and lay into him in a whispering tone. She did not, however, remove his hand or remove herself from her seat next to him.
She sighed and lay down. This time she really let loose. She sighed and quivered. It was so erotic and horny Zach practically died. At the end of this, she was breathless, laying next to Jason. Quickly, he moved his hips up to her face, pointed his dick into her gasping mouth, and unloaded a couple of thick shots of semen into her mouth. This surprised her, but she swallowed them with a moue of distaste. Then she sat up, stood up, and walked away spinward, teetering, disheveled. Her bikini bottoms were halfway down her thighs as she staggered hastily away.
Zach was hiding on the antispinward side of the room, peeking through the threshold from the corridor. He guessed Anming was headed toward her private quarters at A1. He set off antispinward, the long way around, to meet her there.
A minute later, Zach got a text message from Anming. “My husband, I need you.”
“Where are you?” he replied.
“My quarters, A1,” she texted. He had guessed correctly.
Zach met Anming at her quarters. This was the place she ostensibly shared with Colleen. It wasn’t Colby’s quarters, where she had been sleeping and spending time most recently. She was wearing her bikini. The bottoms had been pulled up into place. It appeared she had stopped by the head to wash her face. It looked scrubbed. She let him in, then shut the hatch. “My husband, I...” she looked tortured, upset.
“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” he asked.
She wiped a tear, “My husband, I need to be punished, and Alexis is unavailable. I beg you-”
“Can we talk about it?” asked Zach. “Maybe it would be healthy to talk it out?”
She grabbed him around the neck, pulled him down and kissed him fiercely with full tongue. The toothpaste and mouthwash had washed away or masked the taste of Jason’s copious load. “I know you don’t enjoy punishing women, even if they deserve it,” said Anming. “Alexis told me this, but please. Perhaps just a little? I can’t live with myself for a moment longer.”
“Perhaps talk a little, punish a little?” asked Zach. “Get it out of your system.”
“My husband, I don’t want my, bad hmm… thoughts… to intrude on our happy domesticity. Part of my punishment time with Alexis is to fully confess my… hmm… bad thoughts. A good wife should always be completely honest and forthcoming with her husband. But right now, I am a bad wife,” she said unhappily.
“You feel like a bad wife, I think you mean,” said Zach.
“As you say,” said Anming. “You’re so sweet and good to me.” She kissed him fiercely. He tasted the toothpaste and mouthwash in her mouth. It reminded him of something else. Was it wrong for Zach to be turned on by this? Now, it appeared, both of them were feeling guilty.
Well first, he needed to sort himself out before he could help her. “Now, let me collect my thoughts for a moment,” he requested.
“Certainly, my husband,” she said. She held his face in her delicate hands and stroked his cheeks.
Was it a wrong thing for him to be sexually excited by this situation? That is, seeing his overly loyal, decidedly monogamous wife misbehave? Was it wrong to enjoy seeing her candidly cheat, at least in her own mind? Orgasm on another man’s fingers? Take another man’s load into her mouth?
Certainly it wasn’t wrong for him to be sexually excited by practically anything, as long as it didn’t hurt others. Jason certainly hadn’t been hurt. Anming seemed genuinely disturbed in the aftermath of this. Clearly she’d gotten herself into the situation deeper than she intended. She took care of herself and walked away, though. But nobody had forced anybody to do anything. She’d swallowed that cum willingly. Okay, he was not going to feel bad for enjoying the sight of that.
Now if he had eavesdropped on them where they had an expectation of privacy, like he had with Colby and Jason, that would be wrong. This was not that. They did this in a public area of the ship. Nothing to feel bad about there.
It probably wasn’t the healthiest of sexual expressions for him. Anything that had him slinking around and peeking around corners couldn’t be all that healthy. But now he was splitting hairs. He had nothing to feel guilty about. Moving on.
“Okay, let’s do this,” said Zach. “Will spanking you work?”
“Whipping with this is preferable,” said Anming. She went to a drawer and retrieved a short stick with a bunch of leather tassels on one end. “It hurts more and damages the skin less. These are the despicable things I must learn from Alexis, my husband. It’s only appropriate for me to learn these things.”
“Okay, I’m going to pull down your bikini bottoms and whip you with this,” said Zach. “You’re going to tell me everything you’re feeling guilty about. And I will just listen. I won’t argue with you.”
“Everything would take forever, my husband,” said Anming. “Certainly I will say many things that are bothering me greatly. Yes, please just listen and whip me with no comment.”
“Fair enough,” said Zach.
“A slow, even pace is good,” Anming said expectantly.
“Oh, right,” said Zach. She wanted to get started. He pulled her bikini bottoms to her knees, then turned her to the side. He began gently at a slow pace. He increased the force until she seemed to be getting the right amount of pain. “Okay, confess.”
“My husband, I always begin any- AH! -of this with a confession of my guilt- AH! -in the matter of my own subjuga- AH! -tion and impregnation in my home coun- AH! -try. You westerners call it rape. I know- AH! -it is rape. I know it was not my fault- AH! -but I feel guilty that in my arro- AH! -gance, I didn’t believe I would ever- AH! -be arrested. In my arrogance, I- AH! -believed I was special, untouchable. AH!”
“Also, I felt pleasure under him. I- AH! -even orgasmed. In this way, my own- AH! -body was complicit in my subju- AH! -gation. With so much loneliness, I grew- AH! -to secretly look forward to his at- AH! -tentions. Pain or pleasure, it made no diff- AH! -erence to me. In these and many oth- AH! -er ways, I feel complicit in my own- AH! -rape.”
“Now, AH! To the matters at hand. You may whip my- AH! -legs and back as well- AH! -if you wish. AH! I’ve had lustful thoughts of infidelity- AH! -with the mining crew. Specifically… AH! Specifically… specifically… AH! -Jason. But more than Jason, all of them. AH! But almost always Jason. AH!”
“I fantasize that he lures me with that- AH! -syrupy voice of his. I dream of kiss- AH! -kissing his big fat lips, wet kisses. I- AH! -dream of giving him my mouth, my breasts. I- AH! -dream of giving him my fertile hole to- AH! -touch and lick. I dream of taking his seed- AH! -in all my holes. Painfully in my dirt- AH! -hole. Especially in my mouth. AH!”
“I know these thoughts are wrong. They plague me es- AH! -pecially now so that I can’t sleep. Col- AH! -by has now invited Jason to sleep- AH! -with us in our bed at night, you see. It’s- AH! -hard not to dream of him with the smell and- AH! -heat of him right there. He has been a per- AH! -fect gentleman. But Buddha protect me- AH! -I sometimes don’t want him to be. AH!”
“I have now made my confession,” said Anming. Hearing this, Zach stopped before he landed the next stroke. “Now I want you to hurt me, mark me, cripple me with your virile passion.”
“I was hoping you’d ask for that,” said Zach. “If you weren’t, I was. Can I ask you for something?”
"Anything, my husband," said Anming.
"Would you join me in Charisse's quarters at night? I know this involves a change in hours for you," he said.
"Gladly and with relief, my husband. Michaela and the others will understand," answered Anming. She smiled joyfully. "I had hoped you might ask me."
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Zach was about to pin Khushi down by her wet pussy when there was a knock on her hatch. Zach covered his crotch with his shirt and went to answer it. It was Ayana. Even with the covering, she noticed his straining erect penis and looked pointedly away. “Forget something?” he asked.
“I’m tired,” said Ayana. “And I’m big as a whale. Once the men were situated for the night, there aren’t any women to sleep with.”
“My darling love, I want to sleep with you,” Khushi insisted from the bed.
“Thank you, love, I had that idea, too,” said Ayana. “Can I stay here?” she asked Zach.
“What about my night with Khushi?” asked Zach.
“Don’t leave, stay,” said Ayana. “Stay and keep staying. We both want to sleep with Khushi. I realize that avoiding each other makes it harder on all three of us.”
“You said it made you feel sick to think of me with Khushi, much less witness it,” said Zach.
“I’m sick all the time anyway these days, and plus I may have exaggerated,” said Ayana. “You’re a fine man, Zach. You know I think that. And I need to warm up to things. You know that.”
“Well, come on in at least,” said Zach. “It’s cold in the hallway.”
“My loves,” said Khushi, “it would mean the world to me to sleep together with both of you.”
“Whatever Khushi wants, she gets,” said Zach. “But I’m concerned. I don’t want anything to backfire on us. Our present arrangement is working.”
“I agree,” said Ayana, and hugged Zach. “I promise to be a good bed mate to you, Zach. I promise to make it good for all three of us.”
“As do I,” said Khushi.
“Me three. Okay, well, okay. I can drag in an extra bed tomorrow,” said Zach. “Do you think we can fit into the double bed tonight?”
“Let’s try,” said Ayana. “I don’t want to rearrange the bedroom tonight.”
“I can’t say I’m displeased to find an additional woman in bed with me tonight,” said Zach.
“I certainly don’t want to seem unfriendly, Zach,” said Ayana. “But you know I like women.”
“I’m merely saying I find you to be pleasant company,” asked Zach. “There are no obligations here.”
“Think of me as another man in a threesome with Khushi,” said Ayana. “That said, it was not my intention to crash your party tonight. I know Khushi has been missing you and anticipating this night. I don’t want to let her down, or you. I might participate some, if both of you welcome it. I’ll probably just sleep. I’m tired.”
“I’m fine with whatever either of you want to do tonight,” said Zach.
“I’m excited,” said Khushi. “It’s wonderful having you both here.”
“Before you arrived, I was just about to, um… make love to Khushi,” said Zach.
“Don’t let me delay you further,” said Ayana. “I’m sorry for interrupting the two of you.”
“It’s okay,” said Zach. “I’m happy you want to stay with us.”
“And I’ve botched things up. You’re drooping, Zach,” said Ayana, concerned. “Not your usual hardness I remember from the insemination… and stuff.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Zach. “I get excited very quickly.”
Khushi held Zach’s now hardening penis in her hands. She knelt and directed it toward her mouth. Ayana turned away from them. “I’ll be over here,” she said. She lay down at the edge of the bed in an attempt to give them as much room as possible.
Khushi used her skilled mouth and throat on him. Within a minute, he was erect and straining hard. With great excitement, she lay back and spread for him. As he rocked into her, she sang out, “EEEY! UNH! Oh you’re SO big, lover!”
Zach watched Ayana flinch as they started. He knew that women could be very territorial about their lovers. He appreciated the struggle Ayana was putting herself through to share their bed.
Khushi’s wet excitement grew, and soon she orgasmed under him with a guttural squeal. Zach enjoyed so much just covering her right now, laying on her. She was his only lover that was not either out of commission or big as a house. She was big and fit enough to take his weight, and he was making the most of it. He lounged and luxuriated his weight on her, thrusting hard. He noticed that Ayana had quietly rolled over. She watched Khushi hungrily as the latter was pinned, shaking, and whimpering in ecstasy under him.
Zach couldn’t stand it. “RAAAAAH!” he cried as he speared Khushi’s vagina with one final desperate thrust. His nether organs went to work pumping, pumping, pumping semen into her as he moaned in ecstasy. They fell quiet.
“It’s fascinating,” said Ayana. “The general consensus among my friends was that men can’t do it more than once. I’d never had any men before Zach. And Zach was trying to make it as painless as possible for me. So he only injected his stuff once and got out of there. I was recently in an FFM threesome and found out guys can have more than one. It made me feel a lot less sorry for them and their partners, I have to say.”
“Oh yes,” said Khushi. “I suppose it doesn’t get around to you. Zachary especially can continue tirelessly. His cream appears boundless as well. He’s a marvel.”
“Ha ha, don’t oversell me,” said Zach. “I’m here to try to sleep some, too.”
“How long does he have to wait?” asked Ayana.
“Oh, he can usually go again right away. In fact, get to work, Zachary!” said Khushi. “UGH! Yes! There it is! Yes, in fact, Berte made me promise to accept no less than two times in a row from Zachary. You hear that, my stallion? Never again less than twice! Ahh!”
“She seems pretty smug about it,” said Ayana. “Shall I shut her up, Zach?”
“Be my guest,” he replied.
Ayana threw one leg over and straddled Khushi’s face. Ayana’s back and lovely ass were on full display. Khushi’s whimpers did quiet down considerably, muffled as they were by Ayana’s vulva. Khushi did good work with her mouth. Ayana’s backside quivered in delight.
“Would you mind turning toward me?” Zach asked. “I’d prefer a face to look at.”
“I don’t want to look at you while I’m cumming, Zach,” said Ayana. “Nothing personal.”
“Just a preference,” said Zach.
“It’s really no problem, I guess,” said Ayana. “I’ll just close my eyes. It doesn’t bother me that my naked body excites you, Zach.”
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On Tuesday, Mesha 10, the crew got a copy of the Bollywood movie based on Aarav Acharya’s tell-all book. It was a wildly imaginative and fact-challenged account of his relationships with Aanya and Khushi. The Breeding Bitches insisted on a viewing party with all the trimmings set for the very next day, 2 to 4 PM. Mateo graciously agreed to watch the show from the bridge and pilot the ship so Colleen could attend. Alexis wanted to watch with Mateo, but Colleen persuaded her otherwise, citing the electrical hazard semen posed.
Zach remained on the night shift, sleeping some of the night with Charisse and some with Khushi and Ayana. They had to get up a few minutes early to get to the show. Alexis and Mateo were sleeping together on the night shift. Mateo went to relieve Colleen. An extremely antsy and horny Alexis regretfully went straight to the viewing party in Recreation B.
Zach cuddled up under a blanket with Khushi and baby Aaron. Ayana went off to look for someone else to cuddle with. The movie began.
The actress playing Aanya was a woman by the name of Riya Patel. Aanya hated the choice and jeered at the beginning of the opening scene. Khushi quietly insisted to Zach that Riya was pretty good. Riya portrayed Aanya as a very stiff and formal person in this opening scene. She wore a uniform intended to be a NASA flight suit. It was even more flattering, skin-tight, and revealing. Before the TV interviewer even got through half of his first question, as the opening credits were still appearing on the screen, Riya stood and burst into song. It was in Hindi, but there were English subtitles.
Riya, portraying Aanya, sang, “I’m dead inside.
The dean of my university
He took my virginity
In a most improper way.”
The interviewer, cameramen, and other men chorused at this point, “Women shouldn’t be treated so badly!”
Fictional Aanya continued, “We need to stop this,
In fact, sex is wrong,
And love is a joke,
A big, fat joke on all women.”
The men: “It’s awful she’s been hurt so badly.”
There was a dance break here where the men on the set try to console her. She pushes them all away.
Fictional Aanya sang some more: “I need to go to an empty planet,
For only it can hold my empty heart.
Mars sounds pretty good.
That’s why I signed up.”
The men warned, “Don’t run away from love, or it will only bite you harder.”
Fictional Aanya: “All men are despicable.
We are an all-woman crew,
We don’t need men to thrive,
There’s artificial insemination.”
The men warned, “Ha ha! The joke is on you.”
“I guess you don’t exist in this version, Zach,” joked Khushi.
“That’s revisionist history for you,” commented Zach.
“Are you my little test tube baby?” Khushi cooed at Aaron.
The woman portraying Aanya was gorgeous, sexy, and a wonderful singer and dancer. The story bore hardly any resemblance to what actually happened. It was catchy, though, and the dancing was great.
The next TV interview portrayed in the movie was another singing and dancing number. This time, it was a duet between Riya, the woman playing Aanya, and Aarav, who was portraying himself in the movie.
Riya, as Aanya, stood on her chair and sang, “There must be justice for women!
Men must be banished!
Love is nonsense!
It’s just to control women!”
Aarav, aside to the camera sang, “She’s so passionate,
But she hates men so much,
I dare not share my attraction to her,
But I can think of nothing else.”
Riya/Aanya: “There must be justice for women!”
Aarav: “But doesn’t justice include the heart?”
Riya/Aanya: “Men must be banished!”
Aarav: “But doesn’t justice include mercy?”
Riya/Aanya: “Love is nonsense!”
Aarav: “Allow me to prove you wrong.”
Riya/Aanya: “It’s just to control women!”
Aarav: “Why then, do you already rule my heart?”
Riya and Aarav circled each other in a dance break equivalent of a contest of wills. “Aw, I can’t help it, that’s kind of sweet,” said Zach.
“There are so many good songwriters in Bollywood,” commented Khushi.
What followed was a Montage of the actors excitedly visiting the notable sites of Delhi.
There followed another singing and dancing duet. Riya/Aanya sang, “Am I getting sick?”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “I think I have a fever.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “It’s getting more serious!”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “I’m sweating all over.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “I feel like taking my clothes off!”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “I feel sick when I think.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “Think of this night ending.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “I think I need to lie down.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “Lie down next to you.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “Lie down in my hotel bed.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “With the covers pulled up.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
Riya/Aanya: “Just you and me.”
Aarav: “Could it be love?”
“That’s not the way it happened!” Aanya shouted over the applause. This was met with hoots and jeers from her crewmates.
There were some scenes of Aarav meeting Aanya’s parents and family. They were not Aanya’s real family. They were some famous comic actors. What followed were many very funny scenes of Aanya’s family desperately trying to impress Aarav, the famous movie star.
“I need to go pee before I piss myself laughing,” said Alexis.
“That’s surprisingly accurate to what happened,” Aanya marveled.
Then there was another montage of the couple touring the city. This time they were kissing and groping each other. One or more of Aanya’s onscreen family kept appearing in the foreground trying to steal the shot.
There were some scenes of the fictional Aanya meeting Aarav’s parents. These were actually Aarav’s parents, who were famous movie stars in their own right. They portrayed themselves as perfectly charming.
Out of fictional Aanya’s presence, the parents warned their son not to get too involved. They reminded him that she was going to Mars. His heart would only be broken. They warned him to by no means go to bed with her. It was inappropriate for him to marry her if she was leaving. A baby out of wedlock would scandalize their family. Aarav insisted to them that he was a helpless slave to his love. He promised to wear a condom.
Fictional Aanya’s mother met with her. Fictional Aanya got quite the opposite advice. The comically portrayed mother urged her to get with child by Aarav. Such a child would make fictional Aanya’s family rich and famous. There was a song and dance routine accompanying this.
Riya/Aanya: “I know you won’t approve.”
Fictional Aanya’s mom: “Spread your legs for this movie star as soon as possible.”
Riya/Aanya: “My heart compels me to be with him.”
Fictional Aanya’s mom: “Wiggle your hips and entice him to mount you.”
Riya/Aanya: “It’s not just his wonderful smile.”
Fictional Aanya’s mom: “Make sure that he isn’t wearing a condom.”
Riya/Aanya: “It’s not just the way he talks to me so respectfully.”
Fictional Aanya’s mom: “Make sure to keep all his baby juice inside you.”
Riya/Aanya: “It’s the light shining in his eyes.”
Fictional Aanya’s mom: “See him right away, for this is your fertile time.”
Riya/Aanya: “When we speak of the future we can share.”
Fictional Aanya’s mom: “This may be your last chance to get knocked up.”
“Wow, Aanya, your mom was a hard sell,” guffawed Alexis.
“Shut up,” said Aanya. “She didn’t act like that.”
The scene where fictional Aanya and Aarav were to consummate their relationship started whimsically. Aanya’s fictional parents snuck into the hotel room and stole all the condoms. Then they vandalized the condom store down the street so the police closed it. They were a hoot.
Inevitably, the incredibly horny couple couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The inevitable happened tastefully offstage. Initially, they were shocked by their own behavior, appropriate given India’s social mores. But they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
To save her true love’s reputation, fictional Aanya decided to flee back to Houston. There was another duet, but with fictional Aanya on a plane back to the United States. As he sang, Aarav wandered the bleak and empty-looking streets of Delhi.
Riya/Aanya: “My love, I care about you so.”
Aarav: “How could you just leave?”
Riya/Aanya: “I don’t want to ruin your life.”
Aarav: “My love burns me so deep I’ll die.”
Riya/Aanya: “I must flee far away.”
Aarav: “Do you want me to chase you?”
Riya/Aanya: “Don’t try to follow.”
Aarav: “My love for you compels me to follow.”
Riya/Aanya: “Maybe I’m pregnant.”
Aarav: “For our baby.”
Riya/Aanya: “Maybe I’m not pregnant.”
Aarav: “And for you.”
Riya/Aanya: “I’ll disappear on Mars.”
Aarav: “I can’t simply forget you.”
Riya/Aanya: “Nobody will ever know.”
Aarav: “This can’t be the end.”
Aarav chases fictional Aanya back to Houston. There he finds Aanya at a wild dance party with her astronaut friends. Many astronaut women dipped under the table. It portrayed the comical expressions and mock orgasms of those that remained seated. Aanya, happy to see him and mad with lust, pushed Aarav into the women’s bathroom.
Fictional Khushi was played by Bollywood superstar Kiara Devi. Khushi cheered when she appeared on the screen, approving the choice. Fictional Khushi deftly locked fictional Aanya in a bathroom stall and had a red hot song and dance number with the protagonist.
Kiara/Khushi: “I want your phone number.”
Aarav: “Who is this woman?”
Kiara/Khushi: “I want a selfie.”
Aarav: “What kind of magic does she hold?”
Kiara/Khushi: “I want to see what you’re packing.”
Aarav: “I can see all her attributes shaking.”
Kiara/Khushi: “I want to make you happy.”
Aarav: “She’s driving me crazy.”
There was a dance break with some extremely suggestive and sweaty grinding.
Kiara/Khushi: “You don’t want a farmer.”
Aarav: “I’m so confused.”
Kiara/Khushi: “You want a party girl like me.”
Aarav: “I’m so perplexed.”
Kiara/Khushi: “Don’t get trapped by that moron.”
Aarav: “I feel so abused.”
Kiara/Khushi: “I can set your heart free.”
Aarav: “I’m utterly vexed.”
“Less hot than that actual party,” Zach commented.
“I did not climb up his leg like that,” Khushi insisted.
There were many more scenes and dance numbers after that one. Zach became increasingly distracted from the movie. After all, he was making out with the real Khushi.
The song and dance number with fictional Khushi sealing the deal with Aarav was extremely hot. It had a version of Khushi’s real life standing splits move, except with panties on. It was still red hot. Kiara performed the move ably and looked gleeful doing it.
Aiden commented loudly, “Khushi can actually do that.”
“We know,” said Colleen.
“Don’t rub it in,” said Charisse.
The scene where fictional Aanya finds out Aarav has cheated on her with fictional Khushi was suitably heartbreaking. Directly following was a catfight between the fictional Aanya and Khushi. In it fictional Khushi makes the point that Aarav wouldn’t have strayed if fictional Aanya hadn’t rejected him and run away.
This comical and action-packed struggle between the two women for Aarav ends in a massive catfight on the launch gantry. Each woman insists that she’ll be the only one to carry a baby of Aarav’s to Mars. The women are both knocked out by the crew and taken along. The last scene is Aarav crying and waving to the rocket as it flies away.
“I have to admit it, she sings and dances better than I do,” commented Aanya. “This wasn’t as awful as I expected. Completely wrong, but entertaining!”
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew so far. Five out of eleven babies have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
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80: Thursday, Mesha 12, 231 0600 hours OST: Just Roll With It
Zach returned to Charisse’s quarters. She was sitting on the bed with Anming and nursing little Vrishika. They’d been talking. Both women looked up at him somewhat sternly.
“Everything okay?” he asked, undressing to match their nakedness. “Are we all ready for bed?”
Anming sighed. “My husband, Charisse has begged me to mention to you my slight difficulty with your libido. I agreed to do so,” she said. “Every night, you’ve been availing yourself twice at bedtime, twice in the morning, and three or more times during the night. Even offering you both holes, I’m often sore in them both during my workday. Please understand, it’s never unpleasant to be under you. And you know I’m ecstatic to have such a virile husband. I remind you that you have many other means of calming your loins. There are always women who need to feel your hard penis fill them, your hot ejaculate. Mmm. My point is, perhaps you might spread your seed more? Perhaps before bed? Perhaps upon awakening? I am happy to continue to serve as you desire. I love waking up in your big strong arms and having you close at night. I would prefer less attention. Too much of a good thing is, well, too much.”
Zach realized immediately he’d been thoughtless. He’d forgotten Anming’s stoic nature and her desire to accept anything from him without complaint. In his intense and unremitting desire for her, he’d been beating her tiny vagina and rectum to a pulp. He sighed. He hated being clueless. It was just so good with her. It was not just her normally lean body. Even painfully inflated as she currently was, she was irresistible. It wasn’t just her always slick and impossibly tight vaginal canal. It was her way of saying “No, no, no!” while her body said “Yes, yes, yes!” He sighed. But, he must agree. He didn’t want her to be unhappy. He said, “Thank you for speaking up. And thank you so much Charisse, for getting her to speak up.”
“Sure thing,” said Charisse with a smile. “It’s the least I can do for our revered second wife. I want to contribute however I can to building a life with all of you.”
“You are definitely contributing, Charisse. Thanks also for letting Anming stay with us and fend off her nightmares,” said Zach. “Anming, you know I have both Khushi and Colleen twice every day. Of those who have opted in as wives, that’s everybody who is able-bodied at present. Soon, other wives will be healed enough to relieve some of your burden. That will be in a few weeks only. Perhaps I should sleep in different beds until then? The last thing I want is to hurt you.”
“Please don’t, my husband,” said Anming. “Charisse and I have been enjoying your presence during our sleep cycle. If that’s the alternative, I’m happy to continue serving as I have. Perhaps Charisse can help you more with her mouth?”
“Anming, I greatly enjoy having you in the mornings,” said Zach. “How about I try to settle myself before coming to bed each night? That should help some.”
“As you say, my husband,” said Anming, nodding. “Thank you. And now.” Anming lay back and spread her legs. “I know you were expecting my warm vagina at bedtime this sleep cycle. I’m not feeling sore. Please avail yourself with no further distraction.”
She looked restless, itching to be railed hard. She moaned, “Avail yourself fully. Let all your libido out in me, please, my husband. Don’t hold back in the least.” The talk had evidently started her engines. Once Anming got started, she was always a quivering screaming multiorgasmic animal of lust.
Zach was grateful for Anming’s recovery. Many women would have become frigid after being sexually tortured as she had been. It was all too common, unfortunately. She was an exceptional woman who deserved life and lovemaking on the most ideal terms for her.
His penis was already throbbing hard. He reached for her and kissed her mouth, kissed her throat. He positioned his face between her legs to tease up her juices. Charisse switched on her vibrator and played with herself as she watched this. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, “Give her all your libido, Zach. Mmm!”
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“What brings you to my humble abode?” texted Berte. Her phone spoke out the words for her.
“I hear you’re making baby carriages,” said Zach.
“I am,” Berte texted.
“Charisse heard about your baby carriages and sent me to fetch one,” said Zach.
“Did Charisse explain the price to you?” texted Berte.
“The price?” asked Zach. “No.”
“Those of us who are healing are desperate for some attention,” texted Berte. “The price is to… hmm, let me think. This time it’s tongue my asshole while I masturbate. I’ll tell you when I’m done.”
“Seems like a good cause,” said Zach.
Berte was dressed for success. She flipped up her miniskirt, revealing her naked holes underneath. Zach got to work rimming her. It was pleasant work.
“Mmm, you’re good at this, Zach,” texted Berte as she grunted in pleasure. “Aiden was by earlier to fetch a baby carriage for Khushi. He’s good with his mouth as well. Keep going. Keep going. Yes. And more. Yes very good. I’m having another. Thank you Zach. Please continue. Yes. Very good.” Her phone's calm monotone delivery of her little text comments during her excitement were such a bizarre turn-on. He barely heard the phone speak them over Berte’s loud whimpers, grunts, and moans. Berte always had a new way of driving him wild sexually by being so uniquely herself.
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Zach knocked on Colby’s hatch. A minute later she opened it. She wore a powder blue gym shirt and nothing else. It came down far enough to barely cover her slot. Her hair was wild. “Did I wake you up?” he asked gently.
“Not quite,” she yawned. He saw that she held her high-tech vibrator in one hand. So it had been a different kind of interruption. “Hmm, I was hoping you’d drop by. What made you think of me, lover?” She regarded him calmly and expectantly with her dark brown eyes, her head cocked to one side. It was that CEO look of hers. It always made him feel like she could see right through him.
“I’m here to give you a medical exam. Ayana is feeling low energy today and has been having random labor pains on and off. She’s due any day now. I’m taking over her rounds today,” Zach explained.
“So it’s a house call, is it doctor?” Colby said, licking her generous lips with her little pink tongue. She yanked him into her quarters and cycled the hatch after him. She climbed up on the chair where she sat to nurse Mina and stood up on it. “Do you remember our phone conversation after we were both picked? How I wanted you to play doctor with me?”
“Yes,” he chuckled. “But I’m sorry to be a party pooper. This is a professional thing for me. If I got all wrapped up in trying to fulfill your horny doctor fantasy and made the tiniest oversight, I’d never forgive myself.”
She danced for him on the chair, arms over her head, swaying her hips back and forth. “C’mon, doctor baby, examine this. Are my hips working you right?”
Zach chuckled nervously. “Yes. Now let’s get the exam over with, and then I’ll be able to concentrate on something else.” Despite his need to be professional, his eyes were drawn to her slender chocolate brown legs. The only reason why that little gym shirt covered so much was that Colby’s legs came all the way up to her ears. Well, that was an exaggeration. But they were at least half her teeny height.
She saw him ogling her and quirked her mouth. “Eyes up here, doctor,” she said. “Up to here.” She tugged her shirt halfway up her midriff. Her belly was toning up nicely postpartum. Her slot looked, hmm, nice, and tight, and lonely. Her slot peeked open tantalizingly as she parted her legs for balance. Her short black muff looked ripe. It looked like she’d trimmed it, no doubt in preparation for the big day. “Do I look healthy enough to you?”
Zach’s cock was filling with blood. “Seriously, heh heh. This is a kind of torture.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had a female patient come on to you?” asked Colby.
“Yes, but you and I are emotionally connected,” he explained. “And I miss you so badly, Colby, sweetie. So badly.”
She stopped dancing. “Okay, I can see I’m being mean. I’ll be a good girl.”
For good measure, he pulled out the checklist for the exam and began to go down it scrupulously.
“Hasn’t a woman ever come on to you during an exam?” she asked.
“Kinda,” he said. “But you know the drill. Exams are nervous matters on both sides. The more interested a woman seemed in those situations, the more nervous I got. So it is not sexy.”
As he continued his exam, she asked, “So have you ever made love to a patient?”
“No, never a current patient,” he said. “As I said, just a wrong context for stuff like that for so many reasons.”
“So an ex-patient, then?” she asked. “I bet you had ‘em lined up in the hallway.”
“I wasn’t in the habit of fucking my patients or ex-patients,” he said defensively.
“You know what I mean,” said Colby.
“If a woman expressed an interest and wasn’t just idly flirting, I would tell her we would have to get her a new doctor before we could contemplate anything like that,” said Zach. “It’s a bright line. You can’t be romantically involved with a current patient. There are all kinds of reasons to be scrupulous about it.”
“Baby, you’re blowing all kinds of holes in my pervy doctor molestation fantasies,” said Colby. “Okay, at least tell me about the best one, the best girl you ever picked up that you met through being her doctor.”
“Well that’s easy,” said Zach. “But it’s not a particularly happy story.”
“Why?” Colby grinned. “Did she dump your ass?”
“No, she died,” said Zach.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, honey!” Colby jumped up from her sitting position on the bed, grabbed him, and hugged him around the chest tightly.
“It was a couple years ago,” said Zach. “I’m a firm believer that grief changes a person for the better. I’d dealt with grief already with the death of my parents. Getting to acceptance with that tragedy helped me in grieving her. But I’m probably not done. It was so hard to lose her.”
Holding him tightly, Colby said, “Tell to me about her, baby.”
“I’d love to,” Zach said. “Her name was Aubrey. Aubrey Grayson. I don’t think anyone who ever met her will ever forget her. She lit up a room like you wouldn’t believe. And she was gorgeous. Chocolate brown skin, very similar to your tone. In fact, I remember when I first met you, I thought, ‘She reminds me a little bit of Aubrey’. Not just your look, but your spirit. She was only twenty-five when she died. I was twenty-nine at the time.”
“She’d been exposed to a high dose of radiation, which is why she was seeing me. She had leukemia. Her bone marrow had all died. She was getting blood transfusions while we were hoping a bone marrow transplant was taking root. In retrospect, I think I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her. She was captivating. But I fall in love a lot. I can stay professional.”
“She was otherwise healthy, so I sent her to a renowned leukemia specialist across town. He was better than me in treating this exact situation. But she wanted to keep seeing me, but now on a personal basis. I went through the whole thing with her. I was worried that it was not me she was interested in. That perhaps I represented survival. And she told me, ‘No, my interest in you is about living my life, and not giving up. And if I can choose anything, and I can, I choose to want to get to know you better’.”
“I was satisfied with that answer, and she wasn’t my patient anymore. So we met for coffee, and we ended up in bed. I was worried that she was expecting my aloof doctor persona, and not the flesh and blood man who was already smitten with her. But she wasn’t surprised. She knew it all already somehow.”
“Regarding her treatment, nothing worked. In three months, she had to stay in the hospital. I suspended my practice to be with her there. In four months, she was dead. She taught me to never hesitate to fall in love, trusting in tomorrow as little as possible. Never fear love. Feel it, always. Find every way to express it appropriately. Fill the world with it. We need more people like she was.” When Zach was done with his story, tears were streaming down his face.
“You would have stayed on Earth,” said Colby.
“In a heartbeat,” he said. “I’m not sad anymore, exactly. She wouldn’t want me to mope about it. I got to meet her. It was all good.”
The two of them finished the exam with only a few words exchanged between them. Zach was using the checklist now because he was feeling so emotional rather than his earlier problem of being distracted by Colby.
When he was done, Colby asked, “How am I doing, doctor?”
“You’re doing great,” he began.
“So am I all ready for action, perhaps? Early?” she asked hopefully.
“You have to understand, you’ll still be healing for a number of weeks,” said Zach. “It’s not a bright line. There’s no reason to move the date I gave you, the 17th. I know it’s frustrating, but it’s about giving your body a break.”
“I would just about chew my arm off to feel your dick in me right now,” she said.
“I feel you, and if it’s any consolation, I’m attracted the same way,” he said. “But my feelings as your husband and as your physician are in complete agreement. We don’t want to beat the heck out of your body. We want to be good to your body. And that means the 17th. It’s a good compromise.”
“Yes, doctor,” said Colby petulantly, but she understood.
Mina cried out for some milk, and Colby fetched her out of her crib. Zach packed up his tools. He sat on the side of the bed to give Colby a passionate hug and kiss goodbye.
Colby said, “I wanted to have another discussion with you, Zach.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
“I know you wanted to keep Anming close to you,” Colby began. “She’s one of the few wives available to you presently, so I don’t blame you. But for a few nights, before she left to reunite with you, she spent the night here with Jason and me.”
“Yes, she told me about that,” said Zach. “It made her feel a bit uncomfortable, I gather.”
“That’s just Anming being Anming, baby,” said Colby. “She’s going to call anything that’s a little sexy uncomfortable. Jason was a perfect gentleman.”
“She said that, too,” said Zach.
“You see?” said Colby. “But what I was trying to get to was, well. Here’s how I figure it. If getting comfortable with this open marriage thing we’re stuck in is good for me, it should also be good for her. And Jason’s a wonderful man, you know that, Zach. He’s gentle, respectful, the complete package.”
“You’re talking about-”
Colby put a finger on Zach’s mouth and continued. “So, therefore, I encouraged Anming to consider taking Jason to bed. Just to try out the open marriage thing. In the spirit of that.”
“What was her response?” asked Zach.
“Anming flatly declined, claiming it was disloyal to you,” Colby said.
“Sounds like her,” said Zach.
“But that’s just it, Zach,” said Colby. “I want you to encourage her. She needs to hear the arguments from you. By your own reasoning, it’ll be good for her.”
“I’m not as sure about that as you are,” Zach said. “Remember, here’s a woman who’s still recovering from a horrible rape and torture. We should feel grateful she felt comfortable at all around any man. It’s understandable if she’s not ready to have a succession of men between her legs.”
Colby scowled at Zach. “I’m not talking about a succession of men. I’m talking about Jason. There’s nobody sweeter, excepting you, of course, baby. You really don’t think it would be good?”
“I think if she were willing to try it, I’d be all for it,” said Zach. “Remember, although Colleen and I encouraged you to experiment, that’s all we did. We didn’t say who or what or anything. Maybe she’s simply not attracted to Jason. Women can be odd that way.”
“Oh, she’s attracted to him, all right,” Colby smirked. “They got hot and horny with each other a few times while I watched. She just wouldn’t let him go all the way. The first time, she had an orgasm on his fingers and then stopped him. The second time, she had an orgasm on his mouth and then stopped him. Both times, he finished in my mouth. I didn’t want us to tease him.”
“You shouldn’t be asking me whether this is a good thing for Anming,” said Zach. “You should discuss it with Colleen, who’s her therapist, and with Alexis, who’s her… uh… trainer.”
“But you wouldn’t be upset if she did it?” asked Colby.
“Not if she’s truly interested in doing it,” said Zach. “After all, we have an open marriage. It would be a double standard for me to say otherwise. Even so, I think any kind of coaxing or cajoling would be wrong. And in my opinion, inviting Jason into her bed, even though he was no doubt a gentleman about it, was wrong. Too pushy.”
“I just thought,” said Colby. “I wanted him there. And he’s a nice man. I knew he would treat Anming right. I suppose it was too pushy. I chased her away, didn’t I?”
“Kinda,” said Zach.
“Okay,” said Colby. “I’ll talk to Colleen and Alexis about it, then.”
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Colleen was all naked, wet, and ready to go. He had just spent a magnificent time tasting her vaginal juices and teasing her to multiple orgasms with his mouth and fingers. He was naked too, and rock hard, looming above her on her nice firm bed. She lifted her legs and made impatient coaxing motions with her hands, desperate to have him inside. He stirred his cock head around on her tight, abundantly juicy slot. His medical alarm went off.
“Oh for Christ’s sake!” he yelled, falling off to the side. Gritting his teeth, he fetched his phone and looked. Ayana was in labor. This couldn’t be wrong. She knew what a labor pain was. “Why does this always happen to me?!” Zach cursed at the roof of the cabin. As he did it, he realized the roof pointed in no particular direction. Fuck it. Heaven was at the top of all gravity and pseudo gravity wells, and that was that. So he was cursing at the fusion bottles.
“Why does this always happen to you?” Colleen chuckled. “Are you serious? It’s because you’re always having sex with somebody, Zach. Now get over there. Ayana needs you. It’s not like another doctor is going to show up.”
Perhaps because she’d spent so much time coaching other women to relax and let the birth happen, Ayana’s labor was short and went extremely smoothly. An hour after going into labor, she popped out a healthy and quite loud baby girl, seven pounds, one ounce. After consulting with Khushi, she named her baby Gaia, after the Earth. It was 11 PM on Sunday, Mesha 15.
Zach called Charisse. “Ayana has just given birth. I should stay over with Ayana and Khushi tonight. Please let Anming know. Oh she’s there? Good. She wants to talk to Khushi?” Zach was confused. “Okay.” He handed his phone to Khushi.
“Hi, hello, Anming,” Khushi said, smiling. “You know- what’s that? Will I have enough time to… okay, certainly. And in the morning? Yes, too. He hasn’t killed me yet. And during the night? Not a problem. Several times you say. Many times. Well, I’m sure I can handle it all. Yes, certain. Well, he might use my breasts. No, usually up inside. Well of course. No problem. Don’t worry, now! Goodbye.”
“What was that?” Ayana asked.
“Anming wanted to make sure I could handle all of Zachary’s virility,” Khushi chuckled. “She’s so sweet and looks after you so well, doesn’t she, Zachary? Does she ask all your bed mates such questions?”
“I don’t know,” said Zach. “But I do know that she takes handling my libido very seriously.”
“Quite,” said Khushi. “I am also to inform you that in the event you break my holes or otherwise incapacitate me, you should march straight over at any time and ravage her instead.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Zachary chuckled.
“Where do you find these women?” Ayana chided.
“Oh, yeah, the Nobel Committee picks ‘em for me,” Zach joked.
Ayana, baby Gaia, Khushi, baby Aaron, and Zach slept fitfully and at random intervals over the following twelve hours. While Ayana nursed Gaia, Khushi often nursed Aaron and always handled Zach’s relentless horny erections. Khushi knew incredibly well how to milk every ounce out of every coupling with Zach, both for herself and for Zach. Ayana was too tired from giving birth to participate in any way. She pronounced their lovemaking beautiful, always encouraging of anything bringing such obvious joy to Khushi.
Well into Monday afternoon, Zach was awakened by Ayana moaning long and low in orgasm. First he noticed she was nursing baby Gaia and thought, she must really get off on nursing. Some women did. But then he sat up and saw that Khushi had her mouth between Ayana’s legs. “It’s okay, Zach,” said Ayana. “She using a dental dam. Oh darling, you fuck me with your tongue so well!”
Khushi chuckled, “Hah. Minty.” And she went back to work.
“Yeah they’re… hmm-hmm-AHH! Flavored,” said Ayana.
“Well, I suppose,” said Zach. “Obviously you’re not in any pain.”
“Far from it!” Ayana barked, and shuddered her way through another orgasm. Little Gaia was having a bumpy ride on mom’s chest, but seeming to enjoy it. Baby Aaron was checked out in the crib.
“And no risk of infection,” said Zach. “Great idea, doctor.”
“Thank you, doctor… GNNN!” replied Ayana.
“Seems like you’ve been holding out on your crewmates,” said Zach.
“Had to… UNH! ...test ‘em,” replied Ayana.
“Yeah, sure,” said Zach. “You didn’t bring enough for everybody, did you?”
“This crew?” Ayana laughed. “Do we have enough room on board?”
“Very funny,” said Zach. “How many can you spare?”
“Ten?” squeaked Ayana. She was tensing up everywhere.
“I’ll get them from you later,” said Zach.”
“Kiss me,” said Ayana.
“What?” Zach asked, confused.
“Kiss me now, Zach!” Ayana fairly shrieked. So he did. What, he was going to pass up sucking on Ayana’s sweet mouth and tongue? Never. He was mystified, but she kissed him back urgently.
The kiss went on for a couple minutes, then her tongue went rigid and she spat him out. “UUUUUH! UUUUUH! Ohgod!” she wailed, shaking all over like an earthquake. Aaron woke up and complained. Khushi went to fetch him and put him to the teat.
“What was that all about?” asked Zach.
“I wanted you to ruin my orgasm, Zach, so it would build up more,” said Ayana. “And did it ever! Thank you, buddy!”
“You’re welcome, buddy,” said Zach. “It was good for me, too.” He didn’t know what his shifting role was becoming in his little nuclear family with Ayana and Khushi. Things were developing well, though, from his standpoint. He could roll with it.
“That was red hot, you two,” Khushi beamed at them, relaxing and nursing Aaron. “Watching my two favorite people in the world trading tongues rings all of my bells! And I’m a Hindu, so I have a lot of bells! Could you two kiss each other more in the future?”
“Sure my love, whatever you want,” said Ayana sleepily.
“How could I say no?” Zach shrugged.
Khushi beamed. “Next time, I want my vibrator handy.”
“Actually, I’m feeling rather urgent from that,” said Zach.
“Good,” said Khushi. “Get on your back.” Khushi straddled him and impaled her tight, slick, juicy yoni on his rampaging cock. It felt so damn good.
“Oh yeah!” Ayana groaned, watching her. “Fuck that fuckin’ drone. Fuck him ‘til he’s pregnant. Where’s my vibrator?”
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As Zach was working, Anming called him. “Did Khushi perform satisfactorily?”
“Yes?” said Zach. She called about this?
“Twice at bedtime? Twice in the morning? And at night?” she asked.
“Check, check, check,” said Zach.
“And she always had time and was ready to accommodate you?” asked Anming.
“Yes,” said Zach. “You needn't worry.”
“And Ayana? She’s satisfied?” asked Anming.
“I suppose so,” said Zach. “She’s a lesbian, darling. She doesn’t-”
“Don’t make her beg,” Anming scolded.
“She asked me to kiss her earlier, and I kissed her without hesitation,” Zach said.
“What did I just say?” scolded Anming. “You must promise me, next time that you see her, take her forcefully.”
“My love, she just had a baby,” said Zach. “It isn’t indicated.”
“Hmm, that’s true, isn’t it?” said Anming, gears turning. “Well, while she’s healing, fulfill any of her sexual needs without making her ask. Else how will she ever get a husband if you don’t help her, Zach?”
“I’ll get right on that,” said Zach. Apparently, Anming still believed that Ayana needed straightening out so she could get a husband. Because perish the thought that a woman could make do without a husband. That’s what Anming had grown up believing. It really was entirely well-meaning on Anming’s part, however misguided. And he was just the man for the job. Some of the social situations in which he found himself were truly bizarre. Here goes. “Darling, you know that Ayana feels sexy only towards women and not towards men, don’t you? She’s been that way for as long as she can remember. She’s not likely to change.”
“I understand that,” said Anming, as if to a child. “Just make sure she doesn’t suffer, Zachary, doesn’t have to beg you for it. Will you do that?”
Zach sighed. “I promise. Is this why you called me?”
“No,” said Anming.
“What can I do for you?” asked Zach.
“Please come to see Charisse and myself. Do you have time now?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Zach. ”I’ll come by right away.”
Anming opened the hatch for him excitedly. “Come in!” she welcomed. “Charisse has something to tell you.”
Zach entered and Anming closed the hatch behind him. “Hi Charisse,” he said.
“Hello, my husband,” said Charisse. Those words were shocking and mildly scary coming out of her mouth. “Thank you for coming.”
“My pleasure,” he said, not knowing what to expect. “I’m all ears.”
Anming looked expectantly at Charisse, who said, “Well, here goes.” She cleared her throat. “I am my husband's favored pet. I am beautiful beyond imagining. Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all lovers of women. I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. I own my exquisite self. I give my exquisite body to people I exquisitely choose, especially Zach. I'm here for Zach whenever he wants to feel loved, and I know he's here for me to love.” Charisse faltered. “And here’s the hard part.”
“Go on,” prompted Zach.
Charisse continued, “Zach owns my exquisite soul. Zach owns my exquisite spirit. I am content in my exquisite perfection.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of responsibility, especially when given by you,” said Zach. He was moved. “I’ll do my best to do it justice.”
“Thank you, my dearest husband,” said Charisse. “You’re so sweet.”
“We’re honest with each other, and we communicate. I trust we can live our lives as we choose without fear of harming the other,” he said.
“I’m betting everything that you’re right, my husband,” said Charisse.
Zach would have to get used to the whole “my husband” thing coming out of her mouth. He supposed she wanted to emphasize to herself the surrender in her pledge. So be it.
“I have a theory. Anming checks up on whether my virility is being handled. I think it’s because she wants me to drop by and make love to her,” said Zach.
“I don’t think that’s correct, Zach,” said Charisse. “In about a week, she’ll be itching for it badly, but not so far.”
“Then why does she check, do you think?” asked Zach.
“I know why. What she misses is sleeping wrapped in your arms, Zach. She lives for that. So if you’re not with her, she wants to make sure you’re not suffering,” said Charisse.
“Well, it’s not suffering, exactly,” said Zach. “Well, you know how it is. I think you’re a lot like me in this respect.”
“Not right now,” Charisse chuckled. “Only talking to Anming has kept me sane, I think. I fantasize about having a cock in me all day, a big juicy cock like yours. I dream about it all night. I’m going insane. I’ve tried every masturbation tool on the ship. I need a human touch, something.”
“Well, I do have these,” said Zach. He pulled out the ten flavored dental dams Ayana gave him. “These are all I have. Nobody is more deserving of them than you.” He handed them over. You have plenty of options. Colette is extremely good, I hear. You probably have a lot of willing tongues. I’d be happy to drop by.”
“Don’t worry yourself, my husband,” Anming interjected. “I will handle it.”
“Are you sure Anming? I know you don’t care for-”
“She is our wife,” Anming interrupted. “I see and feel her suffering deeply every day. And you are far too busy and likely to get even busier. I said I will handle it!”
“Okay,” said Zach. “Don’t flip them over or reuse them.”
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Bedtime was six in the morning for the night watch Zach was on. He arrived close to the hour at Ayana and Khushi’s to join them in their sleep cycle. Oh yes, and to enjoy Khushi with all the requisite lovemaking, since Anming might check up on them later. Khushi answered the door. “I’ve been told to send you straight to Colby, to wake her up.”
Zach remembered that this was Colby’s official day to be considered recovered for the purpose of sexual activity. Six in the morning was her wake up time. Clearly she had arranged to waste no time. Fair enough. He had a few minutes to walk around the rim to her quarters before it was six on the dot.
At the stroke of six, he knocked crisply on Colby’s hatch. After a minute, a sleepy Jason answered, yawning. “Excuse me, I just woke up. Yes, welcome. Today’s the day, isn’t it? It’s all she’s talked about.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Zach.
“Are you kidding? It’s good news for me too,” said Jason. “But this is your time, for the two of you. You’re the king of her heart. Let me dress quickly and get out of your way.”
“You’re leaving?” asked Zach.
“Quit it, Zach!” called Colby from inside the cabin.
Zach smiled and called to Colby, “You mean you haven’t-”
“I will end you!” Colby scolded.
“All right, all right,” relented Zach.
Jason said diplomatically, “I don’t know what that exchange was about, so I will leave it right there.” He let Zach in, dressed efficiently, kissed Colby passionately once, and left.
Colby’s nude body looked exquisite as she sat at the edge of the bed. She regarded him excitedly with her dark brown eyes. Her dark brown nipples were larger now than before pregnancy. Her areolae puckered around them just as tightly. They looked phenomenal in the Martian gravity, but when have her shapely B-cups ever not looked phenomenal?
“Are you okay to fuck me right now?” she demanded.
“Absolutely,” he said.
She pulled back the covers, lay on her back, and displayed both holes. She spread her slot with her fingers. It was dripping wet. “Then fuck me now, Zach, I’m serious. You know I orgasm best in missionary. Fuck me hard right here and let me cum,” Colby pleaded. “I need to cum on your dick so bad, baby. I need your hot jizz all up me nice and full.”
He got very erect hearing such plaintive begging from the normally calm and urbane Colby. He knew she was plenty healed enough that it wouldn’t damage her. He reasoned that if she felt pain as he entered her, she could always change her mind. Without a word, he slid down his pants and crouched between her legs. She held her legs up and as wide apart as she could manage. Her body quivered, anticipating the pleasure she would receive once he drove his penis into her.
She was so wet that his cock head made a squishing noise as it encountered her love hole. He rocked into her gloriously. It was Colby, Colby under him! Colby pierced on his cock! Hopefully forever now, he never wanted to be anywhere else but here, between her legs. She was his life. She was his everything! She grunted and puffed as she took his weight.
“Thank youooooOOOOH!” she cried in wet pleasure. Mina piped up and complained. Zach didn’t blame her one bit. It had sounded like mommy was getting stabbed to death or something. With incredible restraint, he slid out of her. The needs of their children must always come before theirs. At least, until their children were much older.
Zach carried baby Mina over to her mama, and she latched on. Zach positioned himself again between Colby’s legs, his penis, straining, glistening with her juices. “Any pain?” he asked. It was the time to ask. Once he was in her, it would be that much harder to stop himself.
“There’s often discomfort when you start, Zach,” said Colby. “Not really any more than usual, really. Now c’mon, baby, get in here, and let me cum like a woman for God’s sake. Open me! Make me cum on your painfully big cock! I want it deep in me so bad,” she growled. “AAAAAH!”
Zach fucked Colby and she screamed and cried out orgasm after orgasm. Mina didn’t appear disturbed in the least. The milk was flowing, and in fact, the teat Mina was not on was dribbling. At any rate, happy kid, ecstatic mama. He was feeling fine. So exciting to be in Colby once again! Her diminuative twat was, if anything, tighter than ever. Looking at her orgasming face as he plowed her was one of the great joys of his life. She was making an amazing recovery. Though, not so surprising, considering her great fitness and physiology.
Colby mewed out orgasms big and small. Her pussy quivered and clenched on him. Her slippery cunny teased him. He was forced to enter his short strokes. He couldn’t hold back. A tidal wave of semen was rising in him, for his homecoming between these legs.
He crushed her hips firmly underneath his, plowing straight down into her. “RAAAAAAA!!” He locked his hips to her and unleashed a torrent. He shuddered in massive delight and shot stream after stream of semen into her. He just kept orgasming, and his semen shot out again, two more strong wet pulses. “NNNNH!” he cried. It was almost painful, his emptying was so complete.
He held himself up firmly so as not to collapse onto her and the baby. His post-orgasmic bliss was great. Instead, he leaned slightly back and fell off to the side. Semen splashed out of Colby’s mommy hole to splatter artfully across the bed. Its flow slowed to a gloppy dribble.
“Thank you Zach,” Colby croaked. “That made me right.”
“Are you sore at all?” asked Zach.
“Certainly no worse than if I’d spent the whole night with you and you were at me the whole time,” said Colby.
“That bad, huh?” asked Zach.
“But in a good way,” said Colby.
“So maybe we should wait a week to do more,” said Zach.
“No way, mister!” insisted Colby. “The 17th is my official day, and I’m having you all day, all night, twice at bedtime, twice in the morning, end of discussion.”
“But darling, Ayana-”
“Khushi insists she can handle Ayana,” Colby informed him. “If anything happens, she’ll call you instantly. End of discussion.”
“Don’t you think I-”
“Get that fat cock back in my pussy and start pumping,” said Colby. “It’s Berte’s rules: two ejaculations in a row is the minimum number.”
“Doctor Lincoln has spoken,” said Zach. “Is this part of the Trigonometry rule book?”
“Damn straight,” said Colby. “Uuuuruh! Okay!” This as Zach pushed into her.
Much later, Zach got Colby all tucked in to bed with a towel between her legs. He gently placed a sleeping Mina, now full of milk, back in her crib. He got out a new blanket for their bed. They’d totaled this one.
“Zach, working with our wives, I’ve devised a new sleeping schedule for you,” said Colby.
“Darling, we’re due to land not long from now,” said Zach. “Colette is giving birth any day. Perhaps a new schedule is premature.”
“Perhaps,” said Colby. “We’ll see. But I’ve been waiting for this Zach. We all have. Now, I’ll have you on Tuesdays, like today, and on Fridays. Berte’s big day is tomorrow, so she’ll have you overnight on Wednesdays and Sundays. Aanya’s first day is Saturday, so she’ll have you Thursdays and Saturdays. And you’d better rape her hard, Zach, really, really hard. She told me to tell you that. And Anming is Monday night.”
“What about Colleen?” asked Zach. “What about Khushi?”
“Whenever, Zach,” said Colby. “This is a sleeping schedule.”
Zach shrugged. The first wife had spoken. Given the pandemonium likely to occur between the present moment and landing, he was dubious the plan would ever go into effect.
After visiting the head together for a pee and a quick shower, they settled down to another long nap.
Two hours later, Mina awakened, and they made love twice again as Colby nursed. “Aren’t you feeling pretty hurt?” Zach asked, worried.
“I’m orgasming, aren’t I?” Colby insisted. “I want it. I need it. Missionary again, Zach! Yes! Get in me! Aaaaaahh!!” So, they went a third time. Her loins were on fire for him. How could he complain much about that?
In another two hours, Mina awakened. Colby climbed on top this time and rocked sedately to several orgasms while nursing Mina. “Oh, it feels so good to have your dick deep in me, Zach! Oh, God, how I’ve missed it!” When he popped off, her next orgasm was close. She barely paused before grinding it out on him with a low cry of “Baby!” She wouldn’t stop until he’d helplessly popped off for her a second time. Then she grudgingly relented and climbed off his softening member, dripping white.
“I don’t care what you say,” said Zach. “You’re going at it pretty hard. I don’t feel comfortable going further until I give you another pelvic exam. I want to make sure you’re not beating yourself up internally.”
“Okay, sure,” Colby said. She was resting, blissfully nursing Mina. “It hurts so good Zach. I’m not saying that to be funny. I can feel your cock again now like it’s burnt into me. I feel whole again. It feels so damn good after so long without. I had no idea I was so addicted to your cock, Zach. I should really get some counseling.”
“What does it symbolize to you?” asked Zach.
“Not from you, lover,” she groaned.
“Sorry,” he said. “That was unsolicited.”
Zach’s medical alarm went off. It was 11 AM on Tuesday, Mesha 17. In the message, Colette strongly suspected she had gone into labor. "Gotta go," he said to Colby. "Looks like Colette's in labor." He threw his clothes on and closed the hatch gently after himself.
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew so far. Six out of eleven babies have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
Ayana bore a baby girl, Gaia, on Mesha 15, 231.
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81: Tuesday, Mesha 17, 231. 1100 hours OST: Getting Close
Zach walked from Colby’s quarters at B4 spinward around the rim to Colette’s quarters at A2. As he walked, his thoughts were drawn back to Colby. Wow, she had wrung him out thoroughly! Seven times in five hours! Owie! Much more of that pace, and he’d be the one confined to bed rest!
Zach knocked on Colette’s hatch and heard her cry, “Enter!”
He closed the hatch behind himself and asked, “How are you doing?”
“Wonderfully!” said the knockout and very pregnant French brunette, looking pleased. She lay on her back, nude, her belly huge. Her long slinky legs were stretched out on the bed. She was relaxed. Her eyes were closed. There was a towel under her. “Fluid came out. Water broke?” she asked.
“Likely,” he said, sitting at her side and feeling her belly. The baby was well-positioned, head down.
“Here comes one,” she grunted. He held her hand as the contraction wracked her body. Unlike any woman he’d ever assisted, it appeared she was enjoying the contraction. A woman’s contractions used the same muscles as during sex, but for a different purpose. It seemed that the mix of pain and sexual stimulation was arousing to Colette.
“Looks like you’re having fun,” he commented.
“Yes, very much,” she moaned.
Then the contraction was over. Colette sighed. “If this continues,” she sighed happily, “I will need to ask for permission.”
“That stimulating, eh? Well, then, I suppose I have good news for you. You have hours of this ahead of you. At least three hours, maybe more.”
“Mon dieu!” she exclaimed. “I will need to ask for permission many times, Zach.” She looked excited, expectant.
“A lot of women stand up during this part of labor and walk around,” he said. “It helps the labor go faster.”
“Is a longer labor dangerous to the child?” she asked.
“Not with me here to monitor the situation,” he said. “There’s no hurry. Listen to your body.”
“Therefore, Zach, I have a request, if you don’t mind,” she said. “Do it to me. Please use my body to slowly have your baby.”
“I see nothing wrong with that,” he said. “You’ll want to stay quietly lying down like you are.” He didn’t think there was much risk of Colette tiring, however slowly she took the birth. She was in excellent physical condition.
“Oh thank you, Zach!” she said. “Am I your brood mare?”
“You are my best brood mare,” said Zach. “I filled you with my baby juice whenever I wanted and knocked you up, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” moaned Colette. “You knocked me up so forcefully with your baby juice. It worked!”
“Sexy talk aside, are you excited to become a mom?” asked Zach.
“Yes, very much,” said Colette. “My husband and I had dreamed of having children for years. We dreamed of having me take surrogates and breeding me like a farm animal.
“This colony program was a dream come true for us. To get in, as we all did, we had to commit to a serious intention to have a family. I enjoyed the waiting before selection, not knowing what man or men my husband would breed me with. We originally planned a competition. My husband would enlist several suitable men to compete to impregnate me with their child. A paternity test after the fact would determine the winner.”
“Sorry to let you down.”
“Oh, no. There was some concern between us when you were the only man. My husband was pleased with you, and for me, it was even better. When Colleen encouraged us all to breed with you for practical reasons, it made me very wet. That aspect of no choice and everybody going along, that I would be one among many mares, felt delicious to me. And you proved to be such a powerful and horny stallion, Zach. I’m so proud to be propagating your genes. My husband is also very pleased.”
“Well, I’m still sorry you didn’t get all those hunky astronauts fucking you blind trying to knock you up. I know you would’ve had fun with that,” Zach said. “Are you concerned about keeping your sexual predilections a secret from your children?”
“I don’t see why it would be harder for me than for any parent,” said Colette. “I plan for the child to know that you’re the father. They should know I’m married to a man back on Earth. They’ll know that I have a close relationship with Alexis. The Alexis bond can be explained to them simply as a friendship. Later it may be appropriate to say more. You being the child’s father will be normal to this generation, though might need explaining later. The bond of love between my husband and I, the child can understand any way they choose.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m an idiot for thinking otherwise.”
“No, it was worth thinking about, Zach,” she said. “Rest assured I already have.” She grunted, “Another comes.” The contractions were about fifteen minutes apart. She writhed and grunted for about a minute as if she were receiving cunnilingus. Despite wanting to stay cool and professional, he couldn’t help getting aroused watching her.
Between contractions, they chatted amicably about the mineral deposits she’d found on Mars. He was relieved that she didn’t appear to know any more than he did about being a shareholder in the company they’d formed. “Luckily, my husband is conversant in these matters,” she shared.
A third contraction came, and the vibe in the room switched immediately from chatty to intensely sexual. Near the end of the minute, she was straining, reaching. Then she sighed.
“That looked like it felt nice,” he said.
“Mmhm,” she moaned.
Near the middle of her fourth contraction, she asked, “Please, Zach, may I orgasm?” Asking for permission to orgasm was not only a condition of her slavery, it excited her.
“You may.”
“UHHHH!” she cried. “Uhumm… mmm.” She became disoriented. The orgasm, or reflections of it, continued to the end of the contraction.
At the beginning of her next contraction, she asked, “Please, Zach, may I touch myself and orgasm?”
“You may.”
She reached down with her hand and flicked her fingers roughly across her clitoris. The orgasm was almost immediate. “UHHHH! Mmm…” The contraction ended. “How is the baby?” she asked.
He had his ultrasound on her belly. “The baby is doing fine. Strong heartbeat. I’ve heard about women orgasming during labor, but I’ve never witnessed it before.”
“I can’t see how a woman like me couldn’t orgasm. The mixture of pain and pleasure is incredible! More perfect than I’ve ever felt!” she sighed contentedly.
They talked or merely rested, or played games on their phones between contractions. The contractions themselves were getting longer and more intense. As each contraction came, with Zach’s permission, Colette rubbed her wet button and climaxed gloriously. Soon she was reaching close to a second orgasm by the end of these contractions. She was sweating.
In the third hour, contractions came more frequently, every ten minutes. They were reaching towards a minute and a half in duration. Colette was soon able to bring herself to climax twice during these.
Despite his recent extraordinarily satisfying time with Colby, he had a raging erection. What man could resist? It was inexplicably hot to watch a woman be so sexually excited by labor. For any other woman, he would ask before relieving himself in front of her. For Colette, it would steal some joy from the event, so he didn’t. When her next contraction started, he climbed out of his scrub pants, displaying his erection to her. He began to stroke himself.
“Please Zach, use my body any way you choose to satisfy yourself,” the French slave begged. “I can use my hands on you if you please. What do you want to use Zach? I’m your plaything. UH! May I climax?”
“Yes.”
“AAAAH! Je meurs!” Colette cried. “Hnnnn… again?”
“Yes.”
“AAAAHAHAHAH!” she bawled in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The contraction ended. He stopped masturbating before reaching orgasm. If he was going to cum, he wanted to cum along with her. He didn’t feel it urgently yet.
He checked the baby. The fetal heartbeat remained strong.
She said, “Please, but we are not handling you.”
“Where is your vibrator?” he asked. “I want you to orgasm for me often. Please masturbate for me. I think they’re beautiful.”
Zach got the vibrator and spread lube on his cock. Like many lubes, this one was antibacterial. She stroked him with her hands. He waited ready with her vibrator in case another contraction started.
When he was almost about to pop, another contraction started for her. He put the buzzing vibe on her clit. She asked for permission immediately. As she writhed in powerful orgasm, he jetted out a hefty load onto her face and breasts. This appeared to excite her even more. Her face turned beet red as she writhed and struggled her way through two more permissions and orgasms. Then the powerful contraction was done.
Zach got a towel, but Colette asked, “Do you mind if I continue to wear it? It arouses me to give birth with your spunk on me.”
“It won’t hurt anything,” he said. The baby’s heartbeat was strong. He checked her cervix and found it to be dilated about three centimeters. He noticed an odd shininess to her anus. “You’re not prepared, are you?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “Alexis requires it at all times. I’m used to it, Zach. Some women wear makeup and touch it up during the day. I do too. Similarly, I lubricate my anal canal every morning and touch it up throughout the day.”
After ejaculating onto Colette, he calmed down sexually, but couldn’t help continuing to watch her with interest. She continued to tease him, stroking the vibrator lasciviously over her wet hole. She asked for sighing, whimpering orgasms between contractions. She grunted out requests for moaning, writhing, powerful orgasms during contractions.
At around 3 PM, he called Khushi and canceled their regular 4 PM liaison. She was happy to hear that Colette was having an easy labor. She told him that if he needed sexual relief after he was done attending Colette, he should call her. He neglected to mention showering Colette with his semen.
After witnessing another hour of Colette’s orgasms, he struggled to remain somewhat professional. He was rock hard and desperate. She could see it on his face. “Please Zach,” she begged. “Permit me to fellate you to satisfaction.”
Zach didn’t see any harm, so he began fucking Colette’s slobbery throat. He made sure she had plenty of time to breathe between thrusts. “You don’t have to treat me gently, Zach,” she insisted. Then she quivered, for another contraction began.
“You may orgasm freely while I’m fucking your throat,” he told her.
“Guk!” she replied, which he interpreted as “Thanks!”
He always orgasmed quickly when thrusting his hips and enjoying her expert throat. Soon he was dribbling all the seminal fluid he could muster out between her greedy lips and tongue. She showed it to him, then swallowed the glistening white mess with a smile. “Thank you, Zach,” she gushed. “Thank you for relieving yourself in me during this special time.” He could tell she really meant it. She was such an exceptional and beautiful woman. He understood her and also didn’t understand, and it was all right. There was nothing wrong with her enjoying labor so much.
The hours of labor continued, and the contractions and orgasms mounted. Colette continued to be extremely aroused. She asked for all kinds of crazy things. “Zach, please fuck my cunt, please!” She was not usually this demanding. “It’s so nasty to think of your spunk going up me to slick the way for the baby coming down.”
“I’m not going to do that,” he said. “The cum might get into the baby’s eyes. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t like being born with cum in my eyes.”
“That makes sense,” she replied unhappily. “But then, you must bugger me. Yes, bugger me just as the baby’s head is peeking out of my cunt. It will be glorious!”
“I’m not going to do that either,” said Zach. “It would put additional strain on your vaginal entrance, and it might tear. No, we’re not doing that.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she frowned. “Oh, oh, this one!” Another contraction started. “I want to push out, Zach. Like they said. I want to push out!”
“No, not yet. Let me check,” he said. She was dilated eight centimeters. “Don’t push yet.”
“Oh it’s so intense!” she exclaimed, vibing herself and orgasming. The contractions were three minutes apart now and getting longer and stronger. Her orgasms also got more intense. “It’s so hard not to push!” she cried.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Zach, who was rock hard and raring to go again. “If you can wait until I say so to push, I’ll fuck your asshole, okay?”
“Oh thank you Zach,” she whimpered, orgasming. “You can do it anytime you want. I’ll be good,” she promised.
Colette behaved herself through another ten contractions and many orgasms. Zach measured her cervix to be at ten centimeters. “Okay, now you can start pushing,” he said. “And like I promised, I’ll use your ass for my enjoyment.”
“Merci, merci, Zach,” she moaned, orgasming on her wand. “UGH!” She was beginning to push.
This had to be the oddest thing, Zach thought to himself. He pushed his raging cock through her tight slippery anal sphincter into her rectum. As he did, blood and amniotic fluid dribbled out of her vagina onto him. He then commenced his thrusting. It felt nasty as hell. They were both extremely excited. This felt closer than he had ever felt to truly making love to Colette.
Colette was out of her mind, making grunting animal noises and writhing. She kept the vibrator pressed to her clitoris. He slid in and out of her ass with increasing horny pleasure. “I can feel it!” she screeched. “Put your jizz deep in my bottom, Zach! Unload yourself! Spunk me! Aah!” With this, she orgasmed again and writhed. He was driven to the brink and groaned deeply as he felt himself turned inside out by his orgasm. He gave her one dollop of everything he possibly could. This time, he was utterly spent.
Shortly after this, Zach called Colleen and canceled his 10 PM liaison with her. She was happy to hear about the progress of Colette’s labor. He told her the official version and left out the nasty sexual things.
Colette kept pushing and orgasming. The baby’s heartbeat remained strong as they made their way down the birth canal. About an hour later, Colette gave birth to a healthy six pound twelve ounce baby girl. It was 11 PM on Tuesday, Mesha 17.
Zach called Anming and Charisse and told them the good news. The bad news was that he would now be changing to the graveyard watch to care for Colette. It was somewhat of a relief to Anming that he would not be bothering her incessantly at night. He promised to drop by every day at 6 AM as their sleep cycle began. He could catch up with the two of them and enjoy Anming’s sweet cunt while Charisse watched and masturbated.
He set an alarm and slept like a rock for four hours. He hadn’t slept in 34 hours. He’d done a full day’s work. Then he’d been with Colby for five hours nonstop when he should have been sleeping. Then there had been Colette’s twelve hour labor. This was the way a doctor’s life went sometimes. Zach was used to it.
He dragged himself out of bed at 3:30 AM to bend Khushi over her dinner table at 4 AM. There, he canceled their 4 PM dining and lovemaking sessions. He had to move to the graveyard watch to monitor and sleep with Colette. He’d now be asleep, or at least trying to sleep, during that time. Khushi understood. She also knew how hard Zach was working now that Ayana was temporarily off the duty roster.
He came deeply twice into Khushi’s pussy, which she now expected, nay, demanded. He checked mother and baby and found them both in excellent health. Then he made his rounds of the ship, as he hadn’t had a chance to do the previous day. He checked the other women and babies of the night watch: Ayana and Gaia, Anming, Charisse and Vrishika, and finally Alexis. The day watch was still asleep. He could look in on the graveyard watch women at his leisure since he was now on that schedule.
At 6 AM, he called Colby. She didn’t answer. He left a message. “Hey sweetheart. Since I had to assist Colette in giving birth yesterday, we didn’t get to hang out much. I was thinking we could hang out for a bit today and you could accompany me on my rounds. I”m due to meet up with Berte for her day starting at 10 AM.”
Colby texted him back half an hour later. “Sure, swing by, and we’ll go.”
He knocked on her hatch. She opened. She had Mina in a sling on her chest and was all ready to go.
“Not so fast,” said Zach. “Part of my rounds are checking you and Mina.”
“I’m fine, Zach,” Colby said irritably. He knew darn well that she and Jason had probably been at it ever since he had left to attend Colette. It was fine. He didn’t want to embarrass her further by pulling out his speculum and examining her raw, cum-filled pussy. He did a quick fully clothed exam of mother and baby and left it at that.
Oh, what the heck. “I hope you’re still not embarrassed about Jason. I know you guys were probably going at it like minks while I was with Colette.”
“Not minks,” said Colby. “You beat up my vagina bad, lover. But no, not embarrassed. Just kind of a Trigonometry golden rule. Need to know and all that. But lover, you know that if we had a choice, you’d be my one and only, don’t you? You know I love you desperately, baby.”
“I know that you do, as I love you,” said Zach. “It’s just that, I don’t know, maybe we should talk about it more? Or maybe not. Sometimes it seems uneasy between us.”
“You know it’s just the messed-up circumstances of our marriage, not between us,” said Colby. “And I promise, I’m never going to keep anything like that from you ever again. Once it started, it was a nightmare! I should have known and trusted you’d be understanding. I will never doubt you ever again, baby. That’s what you really need to hear, isn’t it?”
“It’s a good thing to hear,” said Zach. “I know you work hard on our relationship, sweetheart.”
“And oh, about that,” said Colby.
“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” asked Zach.
“You know that after landing, in about three weeks, the mining crew will be halfway across the planet. We probably won’t see them again,” said Colby.
“That’s right,” said Zach. “That’s sad for you and Jason. If you want to take more time with Jason-”
“Listen to me!” said Colby. Zach shut his mouth. Colby looked embarrassed, conflicted. “They’re all going to be gone in a few weeks, and...” Colby sighed. “I’ve been flirting with Mateo...”
“Yes?” asked Zach.
Colby screwed up her face at him. He wasn’t making this easy. “Can I please fuck him? Get it out of my mind.”
“You don’t need my permission,” said Zach.
“How difficult are you gonna make this?” Colby whimpered.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “You have my complete and unconditional permission.”
“Thank you, baby. I love you so much. I treasure you so much!”
“You know I love you too, sweetheart. Thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. Now, here’s how I would like us to work together to complete my rounds. You call the next patient, while I do the exams.”
They visited Colleen, the only other day watch patient at present. Zach did a whole examination. Her pussy was a bit worse for wear and adorned with semen. From the stress, he’d guess Jason. Colby probably couldn’t notice these details, though, luckily. She probably expected Jason got around. After the accident and Colleen being found with Jason, she must. He hoped it hadn’t caused much friction between them.
Just Colby and Colleen were it for the day watch these days. Anming was sleeping with Charisse on the night watch. Zach was currently on the graveyard watch. But really he was the ship’s physician twenty-four-seven. Ayana was out of commission at present.
Zach and Colby next called on Colette. The two moms cooed over each other’s babies. “I’ll name her Mesha if that’s all right with you, Zach,” said Colette.
“That sounds like a great name to me,” said Zach. He checked both mother and baby, and they were doing fine. “I’ll be back with you at 10 AM, hopefully with Berte in tow,” he said. “Are you going to be okay in the meantime?”
“I could use a shower, actually,” said Colette.
“Colby, could you assist her with that while I visit our next patient?” asked Zach.
“Surely,” said Colby. “In that case, I’d better send you to Michaela next.” She said it with a wry grin.
It was common knowledge that Michaela needed a good hard fucking at least twice a day, ideally. Clearly, Colby didn’t want to cunt block the hugely pregnant Bulgarian if she needed to avail herself. Or worse yet, Colby didn’t want to stand around and watch while Zach plugged that needy hole.
“Got it,” said Zach, and left. No further explanation needed.
Not surprisingly, Zach found Michaela to be healthy, dripping wet, and exceedingly horny. “All watch, waited for you to pass by bridge and satisfy me, but no,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” said Zach. “I was delivering Colette’s baby, then a short nap, then catching up on my rounds.”
“No sorry, no excuse,” snarled Michaela. “Get in and stay in until satisfy!” She climbed up on her table and lay on her back. “Yes, right into pussy, yes! Nice and big this way! Yes good stretch, wonderful! Okay all slippery in and out? To the balls? Oof! Yes! Okay, squeeze legs together. Ufh! Good! And push legs hard against belly. Hard, Zach! Ugh! Yes!”
Zach held her in position on her table and fucked her as hard as he could, the way she liked. Many moaning crying Michaela orgasms later, Zach began to receive low priority text messages. “Other bitch need you. No fret. Over soon. Ugh!”
After getting another fairly thick rope of Zach’s white slime in her, Michaela relented. “Fuck off,” she told him. “No more sorry. No more excuse. Do or don’t do, then fuck off.”
“I didn’t know you were a philosopher, too,” said Zach. He pulled up his scrub pants and left. She lay exhausted on the table, his cum dribbling out of her.
Zach and Colby met up to see Aanya. She was even more wet and horny than Michaela. Mother and baby were healthy. “Your day where you’re cleared for sex is coming up in a few days, Saturday I believe,” he said. “The good news is that it looks like you’ll be ready.” They left it at that.
Last, they checked Berte. Mother and baby were healthy. Zach asked, “You are hereby cleared for sex.” Berte let out a whoop that startled Anna. Berte and Colby hugged. “Colby has it all planned out, as you know, for you to be my bed mate tonight. Are you excited?”
“Yes, ecstatic,” texted Berte. Her phone spoke the words for her in an unexcited way, but the way one corner of her mouth turned up conveyed her urgent enthusiasm. “Aiden is at least as excited as I am.”
“Good to hear,” said Zach. “Please come to Colette’s quarters at 10 AM and hang out with Colette and me. Bring any games you want to play. Colette loves your games. We have a second crib in the room for Anna.”
“All right,” texted Berte. “I’ll gather up Anna and our things and meet you over there at 10 AM.”
Zach called Colette. “As we discussed, Berte and baby Anna will be spending the night with us.”
“She’s settled with the idea of having sex in front of me?” asked Colette.
“Any worries about having sex in front of Colette?” Zach asked Berte.
“No,” said Berte. “In fact, she can join in, as much as she’s able. I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“Did you hear that, Colette?”
“I did,” she replied. “So it goes forward.”
After Zach and Colby left Berte’s quarters, he said, “We have a few hours to hang out together. What would you like to do?”
“How about a visit to Rec B and a nice cannabis smoothie?” proposed Colby.
“That would put me right to sleep,” said Zach. “I have a young, active, and voraciously horny big-titted German woman to satisfy before I can do that.”
“I’m aware,” said Colby frostily.
Why had he said that? Had it been the Mateo thing? He really needed to check himself. He knew how Colby wanted to be treated.
When they got to Rec B, Zach sat Colby and baby Mina down at a table. He made the cannabis smoothie for her the way she liked it and brought it to her. “Thank you, baby,” she said.
“Here’s your square of chocolate for today,” Zach said, giving it to her.
“Mmm, perfect,” she said. “Come back to the day shift soon, baby. I have this for you.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it onto the crotch of her stretch pants. He slid his finger up and down her cameltoe delightedly.
“Colette should be healed enough right around the first of Taurus,” said Zach. “I’ll be back then. But until then, we’ll spend two days a week together, right?”
“Count on it, baby,” Colby smiled. All was forgiven. Also, the cannabis smoothie was doing its work.
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At 10 AM precisely, Berte knocked on the hatch of Colette’s quarters. Zach answered it and said, “Welcome, welcome.”
Berte texted, and her phone spoke, “Hi guys! Nice to see you, Colette. Congrats on the baby girl. Look at her, she’s wrinkled.”
“Hello, Berte,” said Colette. “Thank you. And thank you for agreeing to sleep with Zach under such unusual circumstances. I need the support.”
“Worry not! We’ve all needed our postpartum support from Zach,” Berte texted. “As for the unusual circumstances, heck, we used to sleep with Zach eight to a bed. You remember that, surely. Women bawling out and cumming at all hours; it was great fun. Very horny. I was always super ready by the time it was my turn. Even so, I think each of us having Zach to ourselves for a while is better. But maybe we should have a reunion every once in a while. I learned a lot of nasty, dirty things to say in bed during those times.”
“Yes, I remember,” said Colette. “You all shared your bed with me. I’ll never forget your generosity.”
“You,” said Berte. “You’re delightful.” She laid the sleeping Anna down gently in the crib. Then she lay down in the bed and hugged the nude Colette to her tightly. She texted, “It doesn’t seem we’ve seen much of each other lately. I miss watching you play your fun game.”
“You mean slavery?” asked Colette.
“Ya, that,” said Berte. She switched back to having her phone speak for her. “I guess you play it with Alexis now, but I don’t see you doing it. Not like when we were all sleeping together. Where you were charging money and getting yourself all gangbanged and stuff. Fun times.”
“Assuredly. Yes, I suppose it is a game of sorts. As much as anything is a game,” said Colette.
Zach joined them on the bed. He hugged himself to Berte’s back as Colette was hugging her front.
“Wow,” said Berte, grinding back against Zach’s erect penis through their clothes. She started texting again, and her phone spoke for her. “All of a sudden, I’m afraid it won’t fit anymore! It’s easy to forget the scale of Zach’s dick. Aiden’s is smaller but fills me just fine. Many of my other lovers have been a little or a lot smaller. But I know Zach is not too much. Maybe it’s because he was the first to get in there. I mean, I knew his dick was big even that first time because of all the men I’d sucked off at the lab. But for some reason, I was calm.”
“You were no doubt calm because Zachary is an excellent lover,” said Colette.
“Thanks, Colette,” said Zach. “That means a lot coming from you.” He undid Berte’s pants and slid them down, and then her panties.
Berte sighed, mumbled, and groaned while Zach continued to undress her and himself. He stroked his bare cock against her naked butt excitedly. She texted, “You know, it’s not bedtime yet. I thought we were going to play a game. I think Zach is about to enter me. I’m so excited, because it’s been many weeks since I’ve had a man’s cock in me. Also, Anna broke my cunt, but she can break my cunt anytime! Well, you know what I mean. I’m happy she’s here. Zach says my cunt has healed. Oh, yep, he just checked me and found out I’m all ready to go. He’s not going to wait and go down on me.” He pulled her towards him by the hips, bending her to provide better entry.
“Congratulations!” said Colette. “I can’t wait until my cunt has healed.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry to rub it in,” texted Berte. Her whimpers and moans grew more excited as she typed. Zach stirred himself in her wet, thrust in a tentative inch. “Any minute now. There he goes! Thank you Zach! Yes, feels great.” Then she cried out in a loud voice, “Oh you’re so fucking big, daddy! Oh stretch my little pussy! Fuck my nasty slutty cunt! AAH!” She continued to vocalize inarticulately while texting, “I’m quite aroused, Colette. Would you mind if I kissed you on your mouth and breasts? I invite you to do the same to me. Standby, orgasm.” Vocally during this time, she sounded like, “A-HAH… AAAAH-HAH… EEEEAH! Mmmm! MMMMPH! MMMMAAHAH!!”
“UGH! Hah! UGH! Hah! UGH! Hah! UGH! Hah!” This vocalization from Berte continued as Zach fucked her spoon fashion from behind. At the same time she texted, “This is wonderful! I’m sure I’ve never had a nice chat with a girlfriend while getting the top of my head blown off by Zach’s big fuck rod. Standby, orgasm. Oh yes, that was a good one. So how’s the baby? How did the birth go?”
“Well, er...” Colette was dealing with Berte’s incongruous communication style. Here was a woman grunting, moaning, and cumming on Zach’s cock. At the same time, she was calmly chatting by text message, eyes completely closed. “The birth was wonderful,” Colette replied uncertainly. “I orgasmed quite spectacularly throughout.”
“No shit?” texted Berte. She would have seemed more incredulous if her eyes hadn’t been squeezed shut. Her mouth was slack and moaning in ecstasy. “I wish I could’ve done that. Now we’re both envious. How did you manage it?”
“You may not know this, but certain pain arouses me,” said Colette. “I orgasmed once spontaneously. After that, I asked Zach’s permission to masturbate.”
“That’s very thoughtful towards your baby,” Berte texted. She moaned Zach’s name over and over while having a big orgasm. Her beautiful ivory skin flushed deeply from the abdominal strain and strength of her orgasms.
“Also, Zach became aroused and availed himself of me during the labor,” Colette said.
“What, serious Doctor Zach fucked a patient during delivery?! Hold a second while I cum hard to that mental image.”
“No, I asked him to have me vaginally, but he refused. Said it wasn’t healthy for the baby,” said Colette.
“So what did he do then?” texted Berte, grunting and whimpering, stretching towards her next orgasm.
“Well, I gave him a handjob. I left his semen all over my face and tits while I gave birth,” said Colette. “I could smell it as the baby was coming out.”
“That’s hot,” texted Berte, groaning in orgasm.
“Then he ejaculated down my throat,” said Colette.
“I love it when he does that to me. I mean, he didn’t during labor, but next time, I’ll demand it! Talk about a morale booster!” texted Berte.
“Exactly!” agreed Colette. “And he promised me if I could keep from pushing during the time I shouldn’t push, he would fuck me in the ass during the pushing part. And he did.”
“Oh God! Orgasms to that,” Berte texted as she cried, “EEEEEAHHH!!” and climaxed with a shudder. She continued to grunt and moan excitedly, “Just so nasty to think about Zach ass-fucking you while your baby was sliding out. Nasty!”
“He did,” said Colette.
“God, I wish I could see a video of that,” texted Berte as she groaned her way through another climax.
“As it happens, Alexis records everything that happens in my quarters,” said Colette. “She uses it to quickly check whether I need to be punished. You have my permission to view it if you have Zach’s.”
“UUUUUUNNNH!” cried Zach as he jetted his hot heart and soul into Berte’s snappy and slick mommy hole.
“That sounds like a ‘yes’ to me,” said Colette.
“Let’s play a board game now,” Berte texted brightly as she moaned out her final orgasm.
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Zach woke up at midnight with a raging hard-on. Berte was gone, probably off somewhere eating breakfast with Colette and the babies, since they were also gone. It was good to see that Colette was already up and about. Berte’s sweet pussy fumes lingered in the room, and it was driving him crazy. They had fucked like minxes all night, but still, his body craved more. He slipped out of bed and into his clothes.
Colleen picked up her phone sleepily. “Bruno.”
“Got company?” asked Zach.
“Carson!” she said angrily. Then, more softly, “Hmm… Zach my love, it is the middle of the fucking NIGHT!” she was trying to be gentle with him but wasn’t quite managing it.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he pointed out.
“No,” she sighed.
“I’m almost there,” he said.
“F… hmm… okay.” She closed the call.
Quite a wet and horny hour later, Colleen rested in his arms. “Zach?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m very busy right now organizing the landing,” she said. “And also, I need my sleep. Can you hold off on your next visit for about a week? I know Colby and Berte are both back online. Surely that’s plenty of available pussy to keep you occupied in the meantime.”
“Your wish is my command,” said Zach. “But surely you don’t think I’m interested only in the sex.”
“No, just being flippant,” she said. “I know you care, Zach. By ‘pussy’ I really meant ‘companionship’ because I know you care about them, too. My time is just so tight right now. I’ll have plenty of time for you after we land.”
“Fair enough.”
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After breakfast, during graveyard watch, Berte accompanied Zach on his rounds. She had Anna in one of her baby carriages. She also wore a sling in case she needed to nurse. “You’re going to fuck a fair number of your appointments, Zach, but I’ve tried to space those out in the schedule,” she texted. Her phone dispassionately repeated everything she typed, a little too loudly for his liking. “You know how much I love to watch a good dismount. Try to make sure your semen spills out when you dismount. Don’t push it all the way in as you ejaculate. I love watching your penis throb as you ejaculate into them. I never get to see it go into myself.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” said Zach. “I remind you these rounds are to make sure everyone is healthy during this critical time.”
“I know,” texted Berte and her phone bawled. “But, c’mon, what’s not to love about a good dismount? Anyway, we need to hurry.”
“We do?” asked Zach.
“Oh yes,” said Berte. “My online scheduling system informs me that you need to boink Alexis as soon as possible. Here, this way.” They walked spinward toward Alexis’s quarters.
“How do you figure this?” asked Zach.
“First priority is the night watch crew. They will only be up until 6 AM,” Berte texted. “I know you have a meal and a fuck with Khushi at 4 AM, so I’ve scheduled her then. You’ll need some semen for her, so you need to fuck Alexis right away. Remember to do the checkup first, or you’ll get your speculum all goopy! Hah hah!” Sex was all fun and games to Berte. Not a bad attitude, reflected Zach.
“Why don’t we do Alexis afterwards?” asked Zach.
“Because Anming is expecting you at 6 AM. By then you should have recovered enough from Khushi to have some more semen,” explained Berte. “We’ll check both Anming and Charisse at that time, since Charisse can’t fuck yet.”
After her exam, Alexis got full cunnilingus until she couldn’t stand it, then two loads in the cunt. Alexis insisted she was already ready, but Berte insisted on the cunnilingus. She didn’t want Zach developing any bad habits. Berte masturbated and approved of Zach’s performance. There were thanks all around. They quickly moved on.
By Colby’s new schedule, it was one of Aanya’s nights. The problem was, Aanya wasn’t cleared for sex yet. He was going to get a considerable sexual workout with Berte’s whoring him out at two hour intervals. Even so, he didn’t want to go all sleep cycle, 2 PM to 10 PM, without anybody.
Zach and Berte caught up with Aanya in Hydroponics Bay A1. “Are you sure you should be working here?” he asked.
“I’m not working,” she said. “Merely checking on a few cultures. They’re like my other babies.”
“Well, let’s check you,” said Zach.
“Yes, I got Berte’s form,” said Aanya. “I know I’m not officially cleared, but I prepared my asshole nevertheless. See Zachary? It’s all slippery. It would be so easy to push into.” She dropped her pants and panties and showed off her oily anus. The crotch of her panties was wet and had crusty, though healthy-looking, product on it.
The scene reminded him of that first time she’d dropped her drawers for him in the cargo plane. The actuality of that matter had been tragic. She’d been a woman who’d had her sexuality ripped away from her by coercive rape. His memory of the scene was overwhelmingly emotional, though. It was of the hot horniness he’d felt as she'd exposed herself and bent over submissively for him even though they'd just met.
And this time, now, was a kind of full circle. Here was a woman who sought pleasure on her own terms. It was a kind of completion. It was such a shame to have to turn her down for health reasons.
“It’s not in the schedule,” snapped Berte. “If Zach goes in, I doubt he’ll get back out without leaving a little white gift. He needs to save his semen for his checkup with Anming at 6 AM.”
“At any rate, please check me, Zachary,” smiled Aanya. She put Ares in his sling. He could keep suckling, and she had both arms free. “Check anything, doctor,” she added suggestively, sitting up on a workbench and spreading her legs. “How deep will you like to check?”
“I don’t want to get your hopes up,” said Zach. “But we know you’re close to recovered. How do you feel? Any pain down there?”
“Not for a couple of weeks,” said Aanya. “Take a look.”
Zach joked, “Well, you’re ready for something.”
“I’m so ready,” said Aanya. “Clear me, doctor. Clear me nice and hard!”
“It’s cute, the stuff you’re saying,” said Zach. “But this really is a serious medical exam. Normally, Ayana would be doing this, since we’re married.”
“Do anything you want, but I won’t fake any orgasms for you,” said Aanya. “I insist on only real ones for my husband.”
“That’s very nice. I’m serious,” said Zach.
“Fucks for you are not in the schedule,” Berte insisted to Aanya. “You must be cleared medically and sign up in advance. Zach does not have the semen for any unscheduled fucks.”
“Now spread your legs,” said Zach. “Good. Both heels up on the bench. These plastic speculums aren’t so cold, and they afford a better view. Wow, you have tightened up very nicely. Verrry nicely.”
“Thank you,” Aanya moaned. She was quite excited and pent up. “Maybe you can help loosen me again now?”
“That’s what we’re checking,” said Zach. “Hold still. There. Still comfortable?”
“I’ve never been excited and had one of these in,” said Aanya. “It feels nasty. Where’s my vibrator?”
“Hold on a minute,” said Zach. “Let me move this around and look around a little.”
“Feels good,” said Aanya. “Now you’ll have to help me climax after this.”
“Gladly,” said Zach. “Hold still. Be calm. Be calm. Okay, you look good.” He collapsed the speculum and gently withdrew it.
“What does that mean, good?” said Aanya. “Will you fuck me now?”
“Remember, you have weeks to go to recover fully,” said Zach. “But you’re only two days away from the date we set to clear you for sex. And, I have to admit, you’re healing faster than I anticipated. I can’t in good conscience forbid you from having sex today.”
“I demand it now, Zachary!” Aanya shrieked. “I can’t wait another moment! Now!” Ares, sensing his mother was agitated about something, started to cry. While switching him to the other teat, Aanya said. “I’ve been waiting so many weeks. I have to have it now!” She raised her legs, displaying both holes to him. “Now! DO IT!”
“This is unscheduled,” insisted Berte.
"Sometimes, relieving a patient’s suffering is more important than the schedule,” said Zach, undressing quickly. Then, to Aanya, “How do you want it?”
“Any way!” she insisted. Then she said more calmly, more invitingly, “Any way. But I suppose in the vagina first. I want to know it still works.”
Zach got his face between her legs and did a smell and taste test. She was very excited. She smelled and tasted like a healthy woman a decade younger. “Very nice.” She was quivering. “Seems like you want to get right to it.”
“Yes Zachary, please hurry!” she whimpered.
He stirred his cock head in her juices and pushed it into her tight vaginal entrance. She’d been doing her kegels, that’s for sure. That was one great thing about being a doctor to astronauts or a husband of astronauts, either. They took excellent care of themselves. “Push in!” she cried. He rocked into her. “AH! AH! AH! That’s it! Oh Zachary! I missed you inside! AHH! AAAAAAAAH!!” Her body shook in a strong orgasm as he began pumping. “I’ve wanted this!” she cried. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Ares was not used to such a bumpy ride. After several minutes, he complained. Zach thought it was probably time to finish up. He’d been ready awhile, given Aanya’s excitement was through the roof. He’d been able to hold on because Aanya so clearly wanted to continue. “I’m going to finish,” he warned her.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh! OOOOOHAAAAH!” Aanya cried. “Hunh!” she whimpered, “Very well. Fill me!”
With a grunt, he climaxed and filled her vagina to bursting with hot semen. “UUUUUHHNN!” she moaned when she felt this, and climaxed again. She was aflame. “Good, it still works,” she gurgled.
As they rested together, Ares now calm, Zach asked, “Would you meet me after duty, 10 AM, and sleep with me tonight? With Colette in her quarters?”
“She won’t mind?” Aanya asked.
“No,” said Zach. “We’ve discussed it. With the schedule Colby made, she’s expecting you all to stay over.”
Zach slid out of Aanya with a splash. “That was unscheduled,” said Berte. “But still, I like a good dismount. Congratulations, Aanya.” She turned to him. “We need to hurry now. We only have a few minutes to make it to our meal with Khushi, and it’s halfway around the rim.”
Khushi insisted Ayana had already taken care of preparing her thoroughly for Zach’s penis. Even so, Berte insisted Zach give her at least one orgasm with his mouth before commencing. As Zach had assured Berte, he had no trouble orgasming twice in a row in Khushi’s tight toned yoni quickly enough to keep to the schedule.
They next checked on Ayana and baby Gaia. Both were fine. “You certainly prepared Khushi wonderfully well for her fucking, Ayana,” remarked Berte.
“Thank you, Berte,” said Ayana. “Any time you want some more of that sugar yourself, just drop by.”
“I might do that after 10 AM when I’m done helping Zach on his rounds,” said Berte. “Watching him check up and then fuck these women is making me horny. He’s only fucking the ones that are cleared for sex, mind you, and not even all of those. But even so. I can’t masturbate hard enough to entirely scratch the itch.”
“I expected no less,” said Ayana, smiling at them.
It was good to check in on Colette and make sure she was doing fine. Baby Mesha was healthy and hearty as well. Colette’s milk was coming in strongly, and Mesha was enjoying it.
From there, they visited Anming, Charisse, and their babies. “Welcome, my husband,” said Anming, ushering Zach and Berte into the quarters she currently shared with Charisse. Turning to Berte, Anming said, “I have performed the disgusting and degrading procedures you outlined in your memo.” Turning to Zach, “My husband, I’m prepared… hmm… in my dirty bathroom hole, if you wish it.”
“I would like it very much. Thank you,” he said. It seemed to him that she had taken such care, it would be a shame not to partake.
He checked Anming and her fetus. When he was done he said, “Darling wife, would you prepare yourself further by masturbating with your vibrator while I check Charisse?” Silently, Anming got her vibrator, spread her legs, and tickled her clit with it.
Charisse and baby Vrishika were healthy. Anming was orgasming on her vibrator by the time Zach was done with the checkup.
“I insist, Zach,” said Berte. “Don’t skimp on the cunnilingus, no matter whether you plan to take her vaginally.” Zach licked and sucked Anming to some astounding wet orgasms since she was already well stimulated.
He put Anming on her elbows and knees, baby bump in the triangle, and entered her vaginally from the rear. While she screeched in spectacular orgasm, he took her twice vaginally. Anming’s excitement and cries of pleasure were contagious. Berte and Charisse looked on and masturbated.
After his second ejaculation into Anming’s vagina, he switched to her anus with a series of firm pushes. Being prepared for the intrusion, she did well with this. She grumbled only a few phrases in Mandarin. She was masturbating with her vibrator as he did it and quivering near orgasm. Her face had an expression of disgust on it. But he knew she often orgasmed well when pushed to such extremities.
Even after unloading in her twice vaginally, it was fairly short work to orgasm in her tight anus. It was like an oily vice. Anming didn’t orgasm this time, but she said it gave her good feelings and was not a chore, merely an abomonation.
After Anming and Charisse, it was time to check Colleen. She and her fetus were doing fine. She looked overworked in more ways than one, but he didn’t comment.
As they passed Head B2 on their way to Colby’s, Zach stopped for a shower to wash his cock. Berte said, “The next half hour is for checking me and Anna.”
He dried off from his quick shower and examined them. Zach observed, “Anna is healthy, and you are healthy and very aroused.”
“We have no time in the schedule,” Berte texted.
“Nonsense,” said Zach. “Text Colby and tell her we might be a few minutes late.”
Berte whimpered and texted as Zach licked and sucked her nether lips and love button. “NYAAAA!” she cried in satisfied orgasm. “Mount me, stud," she moaned as she recovered.
He rocked into her tight wet pussy and thoroughly enjoyed it as she cried out multiple orgasms. She was so horny and energetic that he was driven quickly to orgasm. The moment he ejaculated into her, she pressed the send button on her phone. “I’m more concerned about the schedule than I am horny. Let’s get going.” They pulled up their pants. She put some tissues in her undies to catch his product.
They arrived at Colby’s hatch right on time. She and baby Mina were both healthy. “I prepared my ass just like you specified, Berte. And while I was preparing it, I realized I haven’t had it up the ass in a long, long time. And I want it bad, baby. Would you?”
After cunnilingus, Colby stimulated herself with her vibrator while Zach pushed firmly inch by inch into her anus. Once he was in, he pumped her slowly and firmly as she stimulated herself to a series of profound moaning orgasms. He finished twice in her this way as Berte watched and masturbated.
Finally, it was time to visit Michaela. She was another crewmate who had specifically requested lovemaking. “Use your good words with Zach,” Berte insisted by text. “No telling him to piss off.”
“But darling babushka,” said Michaela. “Is way of me not missing him too much until next time.”
“I understand,” texted Berte, her phone voicing it eerily. “Curse him out all you want, then.”
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew so far. Seven out of eleven babies have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
Ayana bore a baby girl, Gaia, on Mesha 15, 231.
Colette bore a baby girl, Mesha, on Mesha 17, 231.
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82: Friday, Mesha 20, 231. 0200 hours OST: Reentry Heat
The next day, Zach took Aanya with him on his rounds. They used Berte’s scheduling system. It kept them on schedule checking their crewmates. It gave him sufficient time to rest between the women who expected sex. It gave him enough extra stamina to make love to the few more women who decided on the spot. Aanya stayed with him and masturbated happily as she watched him take her crewmates. They had enough time left over to check in on all of Aanya’s beloved bacterial, mold, and fungal cultures.
Zach’s Friday recreation time and sleep schedule belonged to Colby. She did him a great favor by coordinating with his graveyard sleep schedule as much as she could. She was used to napping at all hours, anyway. She was still wakeful during the sleep cycle since it was during her usual daytime hours. She tried to lay there with Zach and Colette and quietly read, but she could only be so quiet.
Zach felt her presence near him strongly, even while asleep. He woke up more often than usual. Sometimes he found himself already pressing or thrusting his straining erection against her as he awakened. By the time he was awake, he was impossibly urgent. His loving was quick, fierce, and passionate, almost a continuation of the dream state. Colette often roused, especially near the end, and fingered herself gently as she watched.
Colby found it gratifying, but exhausting. Zach seemed to desperately crave her that night. She felt good about giving herself to him. She switched to reading erotica and vibed herself to a climax here and there. Thus she stayed prepared and juicy for his next fierce needy ravaging. He was like clockwork that sleep cycle. It was comforting, his fierce sleepy lust for her. It made her worry less that her time with Jason and Mateo was eroding her relationship with Zach.
Resting cuddled between Colby and Colette, Zach asked, “Have you confessed to Jason?”
“No,” said Colby.
“Time is running out.”
“I’m aware.”
Colby went on his Saturday rounds with him. Berte’s scheduling system used the Latin phrase “Coitus post consultatio.” It indicated tastefully when their crewmate wanted a good solid railing to accompany her wellness visit. When Colby saw this come up, she either stayed behind to help a crewmate or went ahead to visit with her next crewmate. It was disturbing to see how often this came up in his schedule. It would be even more disturbing for her to stand there and watch him do it. It amazed her that he could be at her all night and then do something like this the next day.
Saturday recreation and sleep cycles were Aanya’s. To celebrate her recovery, Zach had long planned an elaborate mock-rape for her. At his command, she spoke to the mining crew about her penchant for mock-rape. She believed he merely wanted to embarrass and humiliate her. The mining crew learned that Aanya consented to and enjoyed these mock-rapes. Secretly, he enlisted their help.
Zach started Aanya’s mock-rape by binding her and carrying her to Storage Room B5. He tied her legs apart, gagged her, and blindfolded her. Then the men arrived. Each of the five of them enjoyed Aanya at least once in her vagina and once in her anus. When Zach wasn’t participating directly, he whipped her, extending her orgasms, or choked her, bringing them about.
Aanya quivered in orgasm frequently and made guttural animal sounds through her gag. Blindfolded, she didn’t know which man or men were taking her. It was a blur of thrusting dicks, sending her to new heights of mock-rape abandon. She had never imagined a mock-rape could feel or be so disgustingly perverted. She could feel the semen spill out of her holes constantly as she was railed. She was in heaven.
Monday Mesha 23 was Anming’s first night with Zach on Colby’s new schedule. She came over and slept with him and Colette. She gritted her teeth and handled his virility all sleep cycle, orgasming too many times. Although he’d been checking in with her daily, they both missed sleeping with each other. It was challenging for her, but she’d truly missed being overdosed by his savage loving virility.
The next day, they both had their own duties to perform. Anming could not accompany him on his rounds. She had work to do with Michaela.
He couldn’t keep his appointment schedule purring along so well without an assistant. Embarrassingly, he dropped in on Colby at an inopportune time. Mateo was there. It was obvious they had been in the middle of something. Their clothes were hastily thrown on. Mateo was obviously hard in his pants as he left them. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and she didn’t need lube for the speculum. She was gushing wet. He apologized for the intrusion as soon as the exam was over and left hastily.
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Zach was anxious to see Colleen again. The day her requested waiting period was up, he called her at 6 AM. He knew she always woke up on the dot.
She answered, “Carson? Oh… yes. You’ve been waiting patiently, haven’t you, lover? You must have missed me, to be calling me at the earliest possible moment. I’m so sorry to have made you wait, Zach.” It sounded like she covered her phone hastily. Zach heard her in the background saying, “No, you have to leave. No...” Then she returned to the phone. “Just give me a few minutes to wake up, lover. I’ll see you at 6:30.” She closed the call.
Zach felt a bit hurt or jealous from the exchange. He tried to be philosophical about it. Colleen was a woman who liked a little spice on the side. The terms of their open marriage were well-suited to this. She demonstrated her long term commitment to him with her huge belly, swollen with their child. These other men, he knew darn well she didn’t prefer them. It was just that they were all about to disappear, probably for good. No more spice on the side for at least two years, for her or any of the women. In this context, Colleen’s behavior made perfect sense.
Zach was sure there was a feeding frenzy for the mining crew among his crewmates. It was only eleven days until the colony crew landed at their base south of Mons Olympus. The mining crew were headed instead for a landing site just south of Elysium Mons, forty-six hundred kilometers to the east. It was unplanned and unlikely that the two crews would meet in the seven hundred and eighty days they would share on the surface of Mars.
Zach knocked on Colleen’s hatch at 6:30 as requested. She answered it naked, let him in, and shut and locked the hatch. They kissed. The room stunk of her excitement and a whiff of semen. She rubbed her hands on him as he undressed. She did it as if she missed him. He was being too hard on her, and on himself. She probably really did miss him. He needed to lighten up.
“I’m looking forward to settling down on Mars with you, Zach,” Colleen told him, looking deep in his eyes. “You know that’s what I want.” She had evidently picked up on his sourness and assumed correctly he felt abused by her. “It’s the right thing to do, but it’s hard to be apart from you so much,” she said. “Anytime you’re feeling lonely, you call me, okay?”
“Okay,” he said. He didn’t know quite what to say to that, but he figured it was a safe answer.
They kissed again. As soon as his pants fell, she stroked and pumped his half-erect cock with one hand. She stole some slick goop from her overflowing pussy, her own mixed with somebody else’s. She stroked it onto his cock to masturbate it slickly. She got down on her knees and put some of his penis in her mouth. As she tongued him, she expertly stroked his shaft with her hands. She was getting to be a better cocksucker. She’d been getting a lot of practice, he guessed.
She fell back on the bed and opened her arms and legs. “I’m ready for you, lover.”
He got down on his haunches and sidled his face up to her vulva.
“I’m already ready.”
“Berte insists, you understand.”
Colleen nodded and looked away, blushing. “In that case, go ahead.”
She smelled and tasted like a skanky, slutty, sweaty version of Colleen compared to the usual clean one. She hadn’t had a chance to shower between men. He tasted the semen, fairly invisible on the outside, but still coating her vaginal entrance. It was kind of voyeuristic, and he felt himself harden. Colleen was quiet, flushed. That, too, was a turn on. So strange that a thing could be so disturbing to him on one level, and yet, a turn-on.
What was healthy was to talk about it. “My attitude is uncalled for,” he told her. “I’m trying to correct it.”
“It’s my fault, Zach. I cut you off. You were hurt. I was selfish.”
“I’m the one who’s being selfish.”
“Shut up while I explain this. To me, Zach, sex with you is an addiction. It’s so fucking pleasurable I can’t get enough of it. I want it badly, and I want it all night long. But like all addictions, there’s a downside. I climb out of bed the next morning with a very tender crotch and usually a very tender anus. I walk around like a cripple, and don’t even want to think about sex. If another man approaches me during that time, I want to choke him before emphatically telling him no.”
“I wish I didn’t hurt you. It’s not my intention. Perhaps more lube?”
“You don’t get it, Zach. The pain of it, the punch of it, is part of it for me. The incredible pressure. The incredible force deep in my vulnerable insides. It does something profound to me, Zach. Especially up the ass. I’ve had a lot of men in my ass, but none of them come close. It’s not your size, or shape, or athleticism per se. It’s all that and the love as well. I feel your love coursing through me-”
“-I really do love you, Colleen.” His eyes filled with tears.
“I know you do, lover. I feel your love coursing through me, and your childlike delight in me, enjoyment of me. All those hearts and rose petals coupled with the extreme force throughout my body just does something indescribable and, like I said, addictive.
“I’m very busy right now, with limited recreation and sleep time. You know I think the mining crew are all sweet men. I wanted to give them, and let’s be frank, myself, a good sendoff. The problem was that there were many inconvenient bowlegged gaps in my availability. And I got frustrated. And I’m sorry.”
Zach replied, “I forgive you, and I get it. I already got it, but not entirely. Thanks for explaining a little bit more about my place in your world, sexually at least. I feel more confident in our relationship now. And you should know that you’re so-”
Colleen put a finger to his lips. “Shush now, I know. Fuck me, Zach. I want my fix. I want it hard. I want it now. And then in the ass.”
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On Sunday, Taurus first, Colette was healed enough to sleep without a doctor’s supervision. Zach returned to the day shift.
On Tuesday, Taurus third, Colby returned to work. It was also her night with Zach. Right before bed, she spoke to him. “I was thinking baby, now that we’re all on the same schedule again.”
“What is on your mind, sweetheart?”
“I told Jason. I told him about what I realized I’d wanted that day.”
“That’s great! We’ll all be parting ways in a few days. Don’t leave anything unsaid.”
“I was thinking, if it was okay with you… hmm...”
“It’s very okay for you to think, sweetheart. In fact, I demand it.”
“Be serious. If you agree, I’ll invite him to spend the night with us on Friday.”
“It wouldn’t be just a fantasy anymore. Are you sure you want to?”
“No, but I’m sure that I want to get you and me and Jason together. I’ll see how I feel then.”
“I approve and agree. Anything you feel like doing or not doing with us is fine with me. Make your dreams come true.”
“Okay.” Colby hugged herself nervously. “Would you call him, Zach? I don’t think I could even hold the phone at the moment, I’m so nervous.”
“Sure, but you have to talk, too. We’ll both invite him, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Jason, it’s Zach. I’m here with Colby. I understand that she recently told you what she wanted to have happen that night everything kind of blew up.”
“She did.”
“I believe we want to invite you to meet with us Friday night after work,” said Zach.
“Yes, Friday after work,” said Colby.
“And hang out with us and see what Colby wants to do.”
“Sounds great. 6 PM at Colby’s place, then?”
“Recreation B,” said Colby. “I predict I’ll need some liquid courage.”
“And be prepared to spend the night,” said Zach. “Anything might happen, including and up to that.”
“How probable, do you think?” asked Jason.
“Based on how excited she gets when she talks to me about it, I’d say fairly probable.”
“Probable, Colby?”
She giggled, beaming. “Maybe.”
Zach closed the call and asked her, “Are you excited?”
“C’mere,” she said, and jumped him.
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The next day, Wednesday, Berte returned to work. But more importantly, Charisse was cleared for sex.
Zach was back on the day shift, so it was no problem for him to show up just as Charisse’s sleep cycle ended at 2 PM. Anming answered when he knocked on the hatch. “She’s been restless for hours,” Anming confided. “I’ll hold little Vrishika. You’re well rested I trust?” She shut the hatch behind him and pulled off the blanket. Charisse was naked and vibing herself to orgasm. Anming cried, “Apply your fearsome virility thoroughly, my husband! Break her Caucasian counterculture twat!”
Charisse smiled her Miss America smile and spread her wet cunt lips for him suggestively. “Yes, plow my blooming flower, my dear husband! Ooh, it feels good to call you that!” She cried out excitedly as he rocked into her.
“Feeling okay?” Zach checked.
“It feels SO GOOD ZACH! GOD how I’ve missed it!” She sang excitedly in rising tones.
Vrishika fussed when she heard her mom’s emphatic tone. Anming put her to her own breast. “I’ve been nursing her too, Zach. She likes it. It feels good.”
“AHHHHH!” Charisse reached a crescendo and an orgasm. Her scales went faster and faster. They grew in volume from whimpers to cries to shrieks. Her face was beet red, her brow pulled down. Spittle flew from her lips as she shrieked.
Zach held her down tight as he pumped his semen deep into her. So satisfying! Charisse glowed beatifically in the pause after their mutual orgasm.
Anming, masturbating furiously, spanked Zach’s ass. “Ravage our wife’s thirsty cunt a second time, my husband! Give that freaky flower child’s cunt no respite! Get to work!”
“Wait, Zach. I really need it next in my asshole, from behind, hard, while you pull my hair.”
He rolled her over to find her anus oily and prepared. He gripped her crew cut fiercely enough to make her wince and drove his cock powerfully into her quivering little pucker. She took it with an overwhelmed grunt. Her excited scales began anew.
“I will prepare a warm washcloth for our husband,” said Anming. “This way, his plundering of your holes will be virtually uninterrupted.”
“THANK YOU!” Charisse shrieked, then orgasmed again as Zach plowed her firmly. He pulled her head back smartly in his grip. Her back bowed, presenting her anus for his deep, excited thrusts. He stood up to a kneel and nailed her even harder and deeper. She climaxed again with a moan and decorated the bed with a tiny spritz of girl cum. His balls went splash, splash, splash, against her dribbling, pulsing cunt.
“Here it comes.” Zach grunted and strained his last few short strokes.
“Yes! Plant it deep!” Charisse screeched to the ceiling.
“UNNNNNH!” Zach grunted as he unloaded. “UNH! Uh!”
All was still for a moment.
“Mmm, oh thank you, Zach. You plant your seed in me so well! Anming, I can take the baby while you wipe him, if you don’t mind. My teats are suddenly bursting!”
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On Thursday, Zach had his weekly visit with Colleen. This time, they didn’t say anything, but not for lack of trying on Zach’s part. During their lovemaking, Zach thought it would be nice to tell her how much he loved her. She’d said it was part of her whole experience of being solidly railed. So he started by saying, “Oh Colleen, I- Ow!” This because Colleen hit him in the arm. Not this time, apparently. Well, he was flexible. He shut up and fucked her harder.
Afterwards, as they rested in each other’s arms, Colleen said, “I want to keep flying, Zach.”
“Then keep flying.”
“You don’t realize the implications.”
“So, tell me.”
“After about four years, I’m going to be gone for two out of every four years until I’m sixty-five or so. That’s a lot to ask of a husband. And you’ll have to raise our children. But you’ll have a village for that, especially Colby. It’s a lot to ask. I hope you’re not angry I want to do this.”
“As long as you’re off actualizing yourself, I’m satisfied. I’ll miss you. Will you come back to me?”
“I’ll always come back, Zach, always. You satisfy me so well, lover. I never want to lose you.”
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The next day, just after the end of the day watch, Colby met with both Jason and Zach in Recreation B. Zach and Jason greeted each other with a friendly handshake and an exchange of pleasantries. She made them all cannabis smoothies, then sat down shyly and quietly between the two men. Things got quiet. Baby Mina slept on peacefully in her baby carriage.
Colby was dressed simply in a green blouse, stretch pants, and deck slippers. She was a foot shorter than Zach at five feet one inch. Her short tightly curled locks hung down and framed her doll-like ebony features. She smiled shyly, radiantly, framed by her full lips. She was three years older than Zach, but looked good enough to be decade younger, in her twenties. It was that perfect, dark, glowing skin of hers.
Jason looked natty as usual in a cream turtleneck, slacks, and loafers. His hair was close cut. He was an awfully nice looking older man. He was only slightly taller than Colby, but his presence made him seem taller. He was black as Colby, maybe a little darker. Close cut hair. A noble face with a strong nose. About a decade older even than Colby, so, mid-forties. He’d had a rough and tumble life, so he looked his age, and therefore, distinguished.
Zach was sketchily dressed in scrubs and deck slippers. People told him he looked handsome and intelligent. He was awfully pasty compared to these two, especially since he’d had no sun in six months. His eyes were a nice blue, though. And he was tall, lean, and muscular.
Zach rubbed Colby’s back as she sucked down her smoothie. He nodded to Jason, who was thereby encouraged to join him in touching her. She didn’t look at either man, still evidently feeling shy about the whole thing. The look of pleasure and happiness on her face from their combined touch said everything, though.
Colby leaned towards Jason and kissed him. The kiss grew passionate. She turned to Zach, her eyes pleading, and kissed him. She needed reassurance. Their tongues tussled for a while. They kissed each other passionately, lovingly, reassuringly.
Without a word, Colby left the drinks behind. She led both men gently by the hand to her quarters adjoining the recreation area. Zach pulled Mina in her carriage gently along behind them. Once they were all in, she shut and locked the hatch.
She sat down on the bed, looked up at both men, then down shyly. “I’ve never done it with two men before.” She looked up at them. “You need to be really nice, like you usually are, both of you. I mean, I don’t know what I mean.”
She looked up at them. “That last time, I wanted the two of you badly. I was also frightened and needed to talk about it more. Then you,” she nodded to Zach, “started acting like a caveman and you,” she nodded to Jason, “helped him. It felt wrong, and I stopped it. Don’t act like cavemen, is what I mean. Ask a lady.”
Colby continued, “You’re already hard, Zach, like always.” She smiled at Zach’s bulging scrub pants. “And Jason, baby, you want to spend some time in my mouth, don’t you? But first of all, I want you boys to strip for me.”
Jason did somewhat of a strip tease while he took off his clothes. It was goofy and delightful. “Oh, yeah… oh… yeah… yeah shake it!” Colby cheered. “I should have put on music.”
Zach just wiggled his hips a few times. It was quick for him to get undressed. “You need to wear more clothes next time,” Colby complained. “And Jason, uh, classy. Yum. Yum to you both. Now, you see what I have to deal with? Zach is always ready.” Sure enough, Zach’s penis was straining at attention.
“Now you undress for us,” said Zach. No shoes were allowed on the bed, so she had already kicked off her deck slippers. Colby stood up and pulled her blouse off over her head, revealing her bulging titties with dark erect nipples. Full of milk as they were, they were at least a size larger than usual. They looked huge on the tiny woman. Next were her stretch pants, revealing her long legs.
Now she was wearing only her sky blue panties and a luminous wide-lipped smile. She got on her knees on the bed, butt towards the men. Then she slowly slid her panties down to reveal her anus, wet with lube and clearly prepared. Next she displayed the sweet dark folding lips of her snatch. She popped them apart with her fingers to reveal her glistening wet pink. “As you can see, I’m ready as Zach, but I suppose you want to use your mouth on me, baby.”
“I do,” said Zach.
She lay down on the bed on her back and pulled off her panties the rest of the way. She was newly shaved bare and smooth. Jason climbed on the bed up toward her head. She grabbed his limp cock gently when it came into range and began to stroke it.
Zach spread and grabbed Colby’s legs and put his face between them. He smelled her musky, excited aroma. She smelled a bit more like cannabis and spices tonight. He lovingly pleasured her dark labia and pink jellyroll with his tongue and lips.
“Ugh!” she said, then her mouth was full of Jason’s cock. She sucked it, stroked it. She quivered from the pleasure Zach was giving her with his mouth. It made her suck Jason with urgency. Suddenly, she popped Jason out of her mouth and sang out a high note in shuddering orgasm. After a deep breath, she went right back to bobbing wetly on Jason’s penis.
Mina slept on in the stroller. It seemed she was now so familiar with her mama’s orgasmic cries that they were a comfort. It helped that she was sleeping much longer between feedings.
“Be my guest if you want to go first,” said Zach to Jason.
Colby disgorged Jason again. “No, I want you to go first and him to watch. Well, not just watch. This is fine, baby. I’ll suck you,” she said to Jason.
Two moments later she cried out in orgasm as Zach rocked into her excitedly. Then all she could do was cry out and hang on for dear life to Jason’s semi-hard cock. Zach opened her slickly and stroked his cock in her tight lively mommy hole with extreme enjoyment. Jason bent down to kiss her as Zach fucked her.
Colby’s hips twisted and thrilled under Zach’s battering hips as she kissed Jason. She orgasmed frequently, gasping into Jason’s mouth. Her bucking legs and hips were held still only by Zach’s pinning arms.
Zach knew it was Colby, but since he and Jason were both on her, it felt vaguely impersonal. It felt almost like he and Jason were fucking some random smoking hot black chick. It was sexy, but he wanted to feel connected.
Colby seemed to sense this. She put a hand on Jason’s chest to sit him up and grabbed his semi-erect penis. She looked up at Zach and coaxed him with her hand down to a position covering her. This was how they usually finished in missionary. Looking down at her, he felt completely connected now. She looked up at him expectantly.
Zach moaned as he pushed his love into Colby. “UUUUH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH!” She whimpered in climax with him as she felt his hot flood. She beamed her brilliant smile up at him.
In the stillness that followed, Colby sucked Jason’s cock back into her mouth and stroked it towards hardness.
“Mmm, I get to be next!” said Jason.
Colby popped him out to talk. “Zach usually goes twice in a row without pulling out. It’s a rule Berte made, heh-heh.”
“I’m fine to step aside. Jason can go.” Zach pulled his erect cock out of Colby’s tight snatch with a splash of cum and juices. He rested on his haunches then lay down on his side next to Colby as his penis softened. He felt satisfied. It was good to let Jason make love to her for a while.
As Jason patiently and firmly pumped his cock into Colby, he kissed her deeply. Zach was envious that Jason was only slightly taller than Colby. Jason could fuck her and kiss her at the same time. Zach could see her muscles flex under Jason as she felt the pleasure of his loving. What Zach had stolen before, they were now allowing him to see close up and in person. They were showing him everything. Colby was at a higher pitch of ecstasy.
As the couple continued to make love, Zach couldn’t help but reach out to stroke her arm, her leg. His hand resting on her hip felt her pump as she climaxed under Jason. Their unbreakable kiss made their tussle quieter.
It was so beautiful, so arousing for Zach to watch Colby pleasured to orgasm after long orgasm like this. Inevitably, his cock filled with blood as he watched them writhe together passionately.
Zach crawled over to the other side of the lovers. Here, he could lie on his left side and masturbate while observing them. He jerked gently on his cock as he watched Colby strain and buck again in orgasm.
It didn’t take long, once he was stroking himself, for him to feel urgent. He got on his knees. Perhaps he could ask Jason to move for a moment so he could cum on Colby?
Colby saw him there and broke her kiss with Jason. “You want my mouth, baby? C’mon don’t be shy. C’mere.” Jason made way, continuing to pump in her.
She used her hands and mouth on Zach’s penis. She pulled it in and choked on it. As she did, she orgasmed, and it slipped in further. He could feel her whole body shudder around his penis as she orgasmed.
That was it. His semen sluiced into her throat. As he backed up so not to choke her, he went again in her mouth. Then he withdrew and splashed out a third one on the lower half of her face. Her cummy smile was radiant as she strained again in orgasm under Jason.
Stunned by his erotic reverie, Zach lay down beside the lovers. Jason fucked Colby all the more vigorously with her cum-spattered face. He used a finger to shovel the cum off her face into her mouth. He said, “Eat every drop, filthy slut, taking two men at once!”
Between orgasms, Colby retorted, “Feed me his cum, you nasty motherfucker!”
Zach rested happily next to them, watching them enjoy each other, watching them kissing. Jason pumped at his steady firm pace. Under him, Colby orgasmed harder and harder it seemed. She was on fire.
Jason started looking urgent. Zach helplessly became rock hard and urgent again himself, seeing this. Jason looked over at Zach and then at his penis. “Holy fuck, how often can this guy pop a boner?”
Colby struggled to form words before orgasming spectacularly with a moan. “He-he’ll be at me all night, lover. When he gets worked up like this, HNNN! I’ve had him do me ten times overnight.” She whimpered in orgasm, took several sharp breaths, and continued. “He takes longer and longer, where you start out that way.”
As Colby orgasmed under him, Jason told her, “I get only one or two chances, doll. I want to do something special now.”
Jason slipped his fat penis out of Colby’s snappy twat with a wet slurp. Immediately, she shuddered in orgasm and expressed a splash of girl cum onto the bed. She curled up into a ball, continuing to moan and shake.
“Here,” said Jason to Zach, wrestling Colby onto her knees. “Let’s have her do you cowgirl.” The men helped her climb onto Zach and impale herself on his penis. The first several inches slid up her wet cunt easily. She tightened on Zach’s last few inches with a grunt. This was more! “Hold her there,” said Jason. Zach held Colby tight to his chest while her snatch continued to squirm and thrill on his cock.
Jason came up close behind her and held her hips.
“Now wait one damn minute,” said Colby.
“I’ll go really slow, and you’re all prepared.”
“I said I wasn’t-” Colby blurted. Then she confessed, “I’m frightened.”
“I’ll go very slow.”
“Stop if I tell you to.”
“Absolutely.”
“UGH! Oh Christ that’s a lot!”
“It’s just the head-”
“Holy fuck, Jason! Oh- OH! The pressure! Holy Jesus!”
“Should I stop?”
Colby wavered. “No. OH! Christ! I didn’t say ‘Go’ either!”
“Calmly does it,” said Zach.
“You can say that next time YOU have two giant dicks in you!”
“Is he in?” With his long arms, Zach felt. “Wow. You go, Jason, and I’ll hold still for now.”
“Oh… fuck! Oh… you fucking motherfuckers! Fuck me! Christ!”
“It’s going in and out more easily now,” said Jason.
“I’ll start moving now.”
“Holy fuck! Holy Christ! Wait!” Colby cried out and shuddered in a long orgasm. At first, Zach had thought they’d hurt her. When it became obvious to them both that she’d had her pleasure, they continued. Jason fucked her ass in long, slow strokes. Zach fucked her cunt in rapid forceful jabs. Colby confirmed their choice by orgasming wetly again with a cry that emptied her lungs. She shuddered soundlessly as they continued to fuck into her energetically.
Colby came like a juggernaut, nipping and squeezing Zach under her, twisting as she climaxed with a cry. He felt her slick wetness splash his tummy. He felt every stroke as Jason thrust into her rectum, which was just too goddamn weird. It felt like Jason was very excited, like he was about to pop. He was making little grunting noises, too. It was so intimate, feeling it with his own penis. He felt Jason pump his fat cock into her with increasing abandon.
Zach was surprised by his own climax. He grunted and unloaded one squirt and then another into Colby’s splashing puss. It was pulled out of him, teased out. Both of the others felt it, evidently, because they jerked. He saw Jason over Colby’s shoulder. He gritted his teeth and then moaned as he pressed firmly into her ass. Zach could feel Jason’s cock pulse, one, two, three, four times deep in Colby’s ass. Then Jason shuddered and coughed, and he was done.
Colby collapsed back onto Zach’s chest. It was stillness and quiet, then, except for heavy breathing. Colby said, “We couldn’t have planned this! Oh my fucking God, I’ve never, I mean, oh my God, baby. Jesus.”
“You’re a filthy slut for having one man in your pussy and another in your ass,” teased Jason.
“Says the degenerate with my shit all over his dick,” retorted Colby.
“Well, I guess I’d better go wash, then.” Zach could feel Jason sliding out. Colby’s body fluttered and shuddered as he left. Jason threw on his undies and left.
Colby rose to a sitting position on Zach, braced herself with her hands, and started moving her hips. She smiled down at him, as if to say, “I know you can already go again, so I’m not even going to ask.”
“Was it good?”
“Fuck! I never imagined!”
Zach existed in a haze of pleasure as Colby rode him. She paused to orgasm, pumping her hips helplessly. Then she resumed her ride. She brought herself off over and over with her slow ride. She slickly pressed down on him, opening herself wide.
Somewhere in the haze of this pleasure, Jason let himself in and lay down beside them. His eyes closed, and soon he was asleep.
Zach’s semen slicked the way for her to fully press and deliciously open herself on him. She was so fucking tight on him, stroking his pole with her quivering open twat. She pressed her extent fully down on him, stroking, squeezing, teasing.
She was shuddering, getting close, when he popped off in her with an urgent squirt. He shuddered all over, and she joined him in orgasm. When they’d finished, Colby pulled a cooing Mina out of her stroller and nursed her. Zach fell asleep holding mother and baby.
As Colby predicted, Zach awakened more times than usual that night. His fierce pounding enthusiasm could not help but elicit orgasms from her each time. It seemed every time he had another squirt for her, he woke up hard and desperate to deliver it.
One time in the middle of the night, Jason woke up, too. He was erect by the time Zach was through and replaced him in her slippery slot. Zach fell heavily to sleep only to wake up much later to intense moans from both Jason and Colby. Jason was finishing in Colby, grunting and grimacing. Both of them were drenched in sweat and must have been going at it for a long time.
Zach was as hard and desperate as usual upon awakening. As soon as Jason rolled off, he thrust into Colby vigorously. She took it with a weary groan. More orgasms were then wrung out of her exhausted sweaty body. Zach took longer than usual, but eventually finished with an intensely satisfying thrust and squirt. He slipped out of her cummy cunt with a squish and rolled over happily to resume sleep.
Zach awakened when he heard Colby say, “It couldn’t work as well as it worked last night. How do you even want to?”
“I would get it up again for that,” Jason said.
“I thought it was delicious, too, lover, but give me a break. I was up all night.”
“How many times?”
“I lost count.”
“Wow.”
“And you, too. How did that happen?”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“That’s what Zach usually says. And I need to work today. And Zach usually needs it twice when he wakes up.”
“Twice more?”
“At least. But I love it. I can’t explain it. I love giving it to him especially when it’s not easy for me. It feels really giving.”
“Mmmph,” said Zach. He was rock hard and couldn’t bear to quietly eavesdrop any longer.
“Speak of the devil,” said Colby, handing baby Mina to Jason.
Zach spread her and entered her.
“Ugh! You need your chocolate girl bad this morning, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes!” he moaned into the pillow as he thrust urgently.
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On Saturday, Aanya went back to work.
On Monday, the eve of their landing on Mars, their crewmates bustled about the ship. They were packing the excursion vehicles. There was not only the one carrying the colony crew and another carrying the mining crew. There were several unmanned computer-controlled excursion vehicles carrying various supplies for both bases.
Anming stayed out of their way. She began her Monday recreation time with Zach up in the core, in weightlessness. Mars was clearly visible through the telescope there even at 1x magnification. It was as big as her thumbnail at arm’s length. At 1000x, given the stabilizers, she fancied she could see traces of their base just south of Mount Olympus.
As she observed, she felt a hand stroke her ass. She flinched in surprise. It didn’t feel like her husband’s hand. “Darling, I invited Jason to view with us.” Sure enough, when she looked behind her, it was Jason. He was smiling that winning grin and stroking her ass through her stretch pants.
She should be angry at him and slap his hand away. She found she couldn’t, not given that smile. Instead she scolded him gently. “Please desist. Such touching is only for my husband.” She was even more embarrassed that Zachary was right there, watching the exchange.
“Does it feel good?” asked Zach.
Anming looked at her husband. It couldn’t be! “Yes...” she admitted.
“Then allow him,” said Zach.
“As you wish, my husband,” said Anming. Inwardly, a nasty sexual thrill filled her at this instruction. She was allowed! Still, it was perverse and wrong. She sighed. Jason’s smile was captivating. She was resigned to her husband forcing such activities upon her to “broaden” her. They were embarrassing, humiliating, and often unsanitary activities. Zachary had saved her soul, and so he owned her, body and soul. That was that. Everything she did now, even her chase for the Unified Field Theory, was for him, and happily done.
Shyly, she turned back to the telescope to view further. Jason’s hands stroked her loins maddeningly. She tried to feel confident about the new attention. Her husband wished it. And given her husband wished it, she was free to wish it also. And she did wish it, and not just for her husband’s sake, she admitted.
Did this mean she was a filthy whore? Certainly not! Her husband had ordered it. Her conscience remained completely clear and pure. It must continue to remain so for her to retain the will to live. Her husband gave the premise, and Colleen and Alexis helped.
She had dreamed of Jason’s touch. She had even allowed... improper things. When she had faltered like this, Alexis had punished her, absolved her completely, removed the improper mark from her. Those matters were forgotten.
As she observed the surface of Mars, she felt Jason’s hands rove teasingly over her own surface. She felt his hands lovingly caress her body through her stretch pants and knit top. He rubbed her huge belly and felt her baby kick strongly. That part was comforting. Her baby could feel that she was excited at Jason’s touches.
She glanced over at Zachary and saw him watch Jason appreciatively. Her husband’s excited, approving gaze reassured her. She was finding this extremely enjoyable, comforting, exciting. She was actually becoming quite wet.
As she stayed shyly glued to the eyepiece, Jason kneaded her swollen breasts through her knit top. He stroked her sensitive nipples. It sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine that made her arch her back and press into him.
Jason gripped her ass cheeks hard as if he were about to penetrate her. She thrilled. She had to work desperately hard to remain passive. Then he stroked between her legs. He caressed her well-trimmed bush and lady parts through her stretch pants and panties. This was too much. She whimpered with the pleasure of it and blushed deeply. She drifted away from the eyepiece, telescope forgotten.
“Should we retire to our quarters, my wife?” asked Zach.
“Yes, if you please, my husband.” She was desperately horny now. She needed Zach’s virility to thoroughly douse the flames of her passion. She quivered.
“Shall I ask Jason to join us?”
“My husband, if we could have privacy, I have a matter.” This was the euphemism she used in public to convey she needed his lovemaking.
“Perhaps Jason could join us and help.”
“I live to please my husband,” said Anming meekly. “If my husband wishes anything, I will comply.”
“I’m asking, would you find it enjoyable if he helped?”
“I find it enjoyable to do my husband’s bidding, no matter what.”
“You’re ducking my question. So I’ll ask another. How often do you masturbate?”
“My husband, that is such a personal question in front of our guest, and with people wandering by.”
“Answer.”
“At least once a day,” Anming admitted, blushing deeply.
“And how often have you thought of Jason while masturbating? Jason and his thick black dick, which I know you’ve held in your hand?”
Anming hesitated, blushing. She would not lie to her husband, and she must answer such a direct question. She sighed, and whimpered, “Countless times.”
“So I gather you find him sexually attractive?”
“Yes, my husband.”
“Are you wet right now?”
Anming gritted her teeth. “Yes, my husband.”
“You’d like to know what his thick dick feels like inside you, wouldn’t you?”
Anming was speechless. After a brief pause, she hid her face in her hands and nodded once, abruptly. She kicked off to float over to Radial Arm A2. Zach and Jason kicked off to follow her.
She led them to what was officially Mateo’s and Jason’s quarters at A3. It usually lay empty since both men were in constant demand as bed mates. Anming was embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to know she was with Jason, not even her dear friend Charisse.
She had been planning on bringing Zachary back to the quarters she shared with Charisse. Her newly recovered fellow wife could have helped her deal with Zachary’s insatiable night time virility. Now, to protect her reputation, she would have to handle both these virile men all night by herself. She had no illusions that if she lay with Jason, Zachary would give her any respite.
Her dirty cunt, probably both her dirty holes, would no doubt burn for days after. It would be a delicious discomfort, though. With Colleen and Alexis’s help, she was getting stronger since the rape. She could handle her husband’s perverse desires now, no matter how he made her “broaden” herself. And in the deepest, most secret part of her heart, she wanted Jason. She was dripping wet for Jason. She knew that she would not be able to help orgasming. She would make embarrassing, unflattering noises for him. She would grunt and orgasm for him shamefully and repeatedly.
Once the three of them were safe from view in the privacy of Jason’s assigned quarters, Anming lodged a mandatory protest. “My husband, I feel compelled to mention that what we are contemplating is perverse and unnatural.”
“Noted,” said her husband simply. He never argued anymore.
Zachary turned the lights low, how she liked. They fell on her in a flurry of excitement, both undressing her and themselves. Their passion was fierce, but their touch was gentle. She could have fun with this. She could. “You’d like me to have fun, wouldn’t you?” she said to Zach.
“Please, darling, we shouldn’t do it unless you enjoy it.”
“Well, hmm… enjoying it is not the same as having fun.”
Now they were stroking, kissing her naked body. Both men were all over her, poking, stroking, both penises rubbing lewdly against her. She froze up. “I’m afraid!”
The men stopped immediately. “What is it, sweetheart?” Zach asked.
“It’s too much like the incident,” she said.
“How about if I just lie over here while Jason makes love to you?”
“You would enjoy that?”
“I would. I think I would always enjoy watching you enjoy yourself, or have fun, or both.”
“Then what?”
“Then I would take my turn,” said Zach.
“Lord Buddha, no. That’s just how it was.”
“We could let you rest for a while, then-”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know, but I should try to do more for the two of you,” said Anming. “If I was their communal bathroom fixture, surely I should be yours. But I’m afraid.”
“This is not about you lowering yourself. This is about you enjoying yourself, having fun.”
“Two men are a lot to handle. I have no experience except when I was forced. And then it was not handle, but suffer, survive.”
“We don’t want that. It’s enough for you tonight just to accept another man intimately overnight. I’ll leave you two to have fun together,” said Zach.
“But what about you?” asked Anming. “I want to please you both. But not one in the mouth. That also has bad memories.”
“Another time,” said Zach. “Like I said, this is enough for tonight, my wife. Don’t worry about me. I’ll get myself handled tonight. Now, will you completely, thoroughly handle Jason?”
“Yes, my husband.”
“Satisfy him in every possible way?”
“Yes, my husband.”
“Hold nothing back?”
“As you say, my husband.”
“And Jason, she has nightmares. Can you stay with her all night? Make sure she’s comforted?”
“It would be my great pleasure,” said Jason.
“I’d rather find a way to handle you both,” Anming fretted.
“Next time,” said Zach. “Baby steps, okay?”
“Very well, my husband.”
Zach threw on his scrubs. “Then I’ll leave you to it.” He heard Anming whimper in pleasure behind him as he shut the hatch on his way out.
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew. Seven out of eleven babies have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
Ayana bore a baby girl, Gaia, on Mesha 15, 231.
Colette bore a baby girl, Mesha, on Mesha 17, 231.
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83: Tuesday, Taurus 10, 231. 0900 hours OST: Landing
The crews held their goodbye breakfast at 9 AM on the big day, Taurus 10. By the end of the day, they would be down on Mars. Berte had brought extra tables into Galley A. Everybody would have a place to sit.
Zach arrived on the dot with Charisse and baby Vrishika. Almost everyone was already seated. Mateo was the only other man. He was sitting next to Colby and baby Mina, talking and holding hands. Good for her, Zach thought. He’d been worried about Colby’s reaction to Jason being missing on the eve of the landing.
“Zach, you’re barely on time,” said Colleen. “Where’s your lovely wife-of-the-day Anming? It’s unlike you to forget your dessert.” This brought laughter from the crew. She was referring to their practice of him bending the “official” wife over the dining table at meals. Usually it wasn’t done so publicly, but everybody knew about the practice.
There was a round of applause when Jason arrived, and cries of “You’re late!” Everybody knew he’d undoubtedly had company last night. There was a buzz of conversation. Only one other of their crew was still missing.
Colby looked up from her sweet nothings with Mateo and beamed when Anming showed up a minute later, with her huge belly. She expected to be inconspicuous. What she got instead was a loud cheer from the women and cries of “You get it, girl!” She turned beet red, hid her face in her hands, and put her head down on the table. That was all anyone needed to confirm their suspicions. Clearly, Jason had spent the night between Anming’s pale delicate legs. Everyone was buzzing about this. A few were poking Jason and asking pointed questions. Being a gentleman, he didn’t confirm or deny anyone’s suspicions.
“Now that everyone is here,” Colleen said, looking at Jason pointedly, “Let’s go over a few logistical things. Our six drones will undock within a minute of each other starting at 1240 hours. The mining crew is next, and will undock at 1257 hours. The colony crew, the rest of us, will undock at 1307 hours.
“This means that the mining crew must be strapped into their excursion vehicle no later than 1220 hours. The colony crew must be strapped in no later than 1230 hours. That includes babies swaddled in slings with neck braces on.
“Does every mom have her neck brace? Good. The g-forces should never exceed one Earth gravity. But that’s two and a half times the weight we’ve been feeling for the last six months. And our babies have never experienced that. Plus, only a few are barely holding their heads up yet. That’s why a properly adjusted neck brace is so very important. If you have any questions or concerns about the neck braces, see Berte after breakfast.
“Reentry will be quick. If everything goes according to plan, we will touch down at 1329. That’s a twenty-two minute trip from undocking to touchdown. The mining crew will touch down at their base three minutes after us. Remember to adjust your watches, gentlemen. You’ll be on Elysium time rather than Olympian.”
Everything was packed into the excursion vehicle by noon. The colony crew began taking their seats shortly thereafter. Colleen, hugely pregnant, was in the pilot seat. Colby was next to her with baby Mina on her chest in a sling. Behind them were Berte and Khushi at the engineering panels. Ayana and Zach took up the third row. Alexis and Michaela were behind them. Then came Anming and Colette. Aanya and Charisse were in the back two seats.
The clock counted down as Colleen and Colby checked systems. The drones detached and headed down like clockwork. At T minus ten, the mining crew undocked. Then ten minutes later, it was their turn.
Reentry was fast and rough. It felt worse than reentering on Earth. The babies fussed a little, but were suckled to calm them.
Right at the peak of reentry, Anming cried, “Water leak! No, not water! Salty!”
“My cunt is exploding!” Alexis cried. “Oh motherfucker! It hurts! My water musta broke!”
Anming looked green and hyperventilated into her barf bag.
Alexis was one row behind Zach diagonally. She yelled, “Give me the special sauces! The gas! Anything!”
He looked back at her. “This should help with the pain. I’m afraid it’s not very strong. We don’t want to risk harming your child. Lay back, now.” A robotic needle appeared at the neck of Alexis’s chair and injected her.
“Oh! I’m crapping! I’m shitting everywhere! I don’t want to get shit on my baby!” Alexis complained. “Oh motherfuck! N-nuh! Jerfuck? Cocknosel! Mothaffer cung sniggoocksmuntraingin! Shollshorenilk?”
Alexis continued to spout gibberish. Anming was holding it together, nauseous, breathing into her airsick bag. They were moments away from touchdown.
The gravity went back to normal. The vibration stilled. There was a bump as they landed and then stillness.
Colby left Mina with Colleen. She climbed down the ladder and put on her space suit.
Zach unbuckled and went to examine Alexis. Her vitals and those of her baby were strong. The drug had made her a bit dissociative, a common side effect. “Fucknuttit,” she said to him lovingly. She would have to be more aware to disembark. He gave her an injection to clear her system of the first drug.
A moment later, Alexis asked him, “Who the fuck are you?!”
“I’m your doctor and the father of your child.”
“Come closer so I can kill you!”
“We’re going to unbuckle you and climb down a ladder in a few minutes.”
“What the fuck do I have?!”
“You’re giving birth, Alexis.”
“I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I’m going the fuck home!”
“Calm down, Alexis. We’ll be in the dome soon.”
Colby went out through the airlock onto the dusty Martian surface. The dome was fifty feet away. There was a flexible tunnel attached to the side of the dome. She climbed aboard and drove it to mate with the excursion vehicle. She tested the seal as the corridor filled with air. It was a good seal with no leakage. She took off her helmet and tested the air with a sniff. “Good.” She radioed Colleen, “The corridor is sealed to the hatch. I have my helmet off in the corridor. It’s safe to disembark.”
“Could you bring up the gurney, Colby?” Zach requested. He climbed down the ladder to the hatch. Alexis was positioned directly above him on the ladder and came down it as he came down. He lifted her and laid her down on the gurney. He gave her an injection for the pain.
“Dipenilk?” she said, and closed her eyes.
He rolled her into the voluminous dome airlock. The construction of the dome required only one of these doors to be open at any given time. He shut the door leading to the pressure corridor and the excursion vehicle. He opened the door leading into the dome.
There was a medical bay adjoining the airlock. Zach examined her as the others disembarked and carried in supplies. She had made a small BM. It was easily cleaned up. She was eight centimeters dilated. He felt the baby’s head crowning the cervix.
Alexis’s eyes popped open. “I’m not a cow! You don’t need to put your whole arm up there!”
“Chill, Alexis,” said Zach. “How do you expect the baby to get down? More importantly, how are you feeling?”
“Much better, now that I’m not giving birth while getting crushed by two and a half times my weight.”
“Wonderful.”
“I want to push.”
“Don’t push yet.”
“Crap!”
A few wild contractions later, she was fully dilated. She pushed. Soon, a baby girl was crowning, and slid out as easily as babies are ever born. He cut the umbilical cord and handed baby to mommy. The baby looked startled. They cooed at each other. Alexis sniffed and said, “She smells like she’s from my cunt, all right.” She weighed eight pounds, seven ounces.
Soon the placenta was born, and appeared to be intact. Alexis said, “Be honest. Did one of my kidneys just fall outta there?” He had to tell her about the placenta.
The birth had been abrupt and sometimes violent. Alexis’s vaginal opening had torn. He gave her a local and a few stitches. She said sleepily to him, “Don’t make me a virgin. I don’t want to go through that.” She and her baby fell asleep.
The excursion vehicle had gotten partly unpacked. Most of the women were resting after the stressful journey. Ayana jumped in while he was busy with Alexis. She gave post-flight checks to the babies first. They were fine. She checked the moms. Zach checked Ayana and then helped her check the others.
When Zach got to Anming, they found an out of the way medical bay where she would have privacy. As he checked her, he asked, “How was last night?”
“I performed as you asked me to. Jason was virile. Not as virile as you. Less excitable, as befits a mature man. He enjoyed me several times. He assured me this morning that he was completely satisfied.”
“That’s wonderful. How was it for you?”
Anming blushed. “It was mortifying at breakfast that everyone strongly suspected.”
“How was the lovemaking?”
“He was far too solicitous, though I suppose that’s part of western culture. It didn’t disturb me.”
“So, he was ‘not annoying.’ Hardly a rave review.”
“It’s embarrassing to discuss. He performed well. Can we leave it at that?”
“You fantasized about making love with him. Did the reality live up to your expectations?”
“Oh, greatly exceeded. Except all the ‘may I?’ this and ‘how are you?’ that. In my fantasies, hmm, he forced me quite violently. But in real life, it would be unacceptable. And it’s not in his nature.”
“Are you yearning for a mock-rape like Aanya gets?”
“Certainly not, my husband. There’s a difference between fantasy and reality. Objectively speaking, his concern was actually quite sweet.”
“Wow, ‘greatly exceeded.’ That paints a whole different picture.”
Anming smiled enigmatically.
He returned to check in on Alexis. Colby grabbed his hand and led him to the main building in the dome. It was a concrete building six stories high. Zach knew it was only three real stories. It had three floors of high-ceiling split-level apartments. From seeing the diagrams, he knew it had a water plant and a swimming pool on the roof. The thick glass triangles of the geodesic dome provided enough shielding to more or less shield them from radiation. The “less” part was that more high energy particles got through than on Earth. The swimming pool on the roof helped to alleviate this, at least indoors.
Colby and Zach went into the building. It was organized around a central courtyard. The bottom of the swimming pool was made of glass, just as the dome panels were. Muted light filtered down through it, giving the inner courtyard a calm feeling. Here children could play with much less radiation exposure. Around this central courtyard were the entrances to the various apartments. These buildings were designed with the intention that crews would be mixed fifty-fifty and pair up into couples. Each apartment had two large bedrooms, one for the couple and one for their future children.
“Instead, we’re going to combine four of these apartments, Zach. We’ll knock down some walls separating them, which are not structural walls.” They walked into one of these apartments. They were split-level affairs, with both bedrooms and a master bath and communal bathroom upstairs. A stairway and landing overlooked downstairs. Downstairs, in the front, facing the courtyard, was an open area intended to serve as an entryway and dining area. In the back, with bay windows on the outside of the building, was the living room. In the middle, against the same wall as the bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs, were the kitchen and utility areas.
Each apartment was a mirror image of the one next door. For the apartments with adjoining kitchens, they would open the downstairs wall separating the dining rooms and living rooms. This would leave a long communal corridor of space along the fronts and backs of the four units. For the two apartments in the middle, they would knock down the entire split level wall between the two living and dining rooms, leaving just two structural pillars. This would provide a large open split-level communal living and dining area in the middle of the group of four apartments.
“I hope you love it baby. Berte and I are going to start knocking down walls tomorrow.”
“I love it.”
“And me, too?”
“Absolutely you. I should be getting back to Alexis. Ayana is watching her for me, but she shouldn’t be working yet.”
“I was wondering whether I could tag along. Could we look for a spare moment to be alone together?” This was Colby’s way of telling him she was horny and wanted to make love.
“Didn’t Mateo satisfy you last night?”
Colby scowled at him.
“Did I just say that? It must have been my evil twin.”
“Yes, Zach, he did. Since you’re so anxious to hear, I’ll tell you it feels real, real good to be under Mateo. He’s nearly a decade younger than you, Zach. And, sure, you’re in good shape, but he’s a real athlete, serious fucking astronaut corps. He could have easily been a star professional athlete, and you’d better believe he stays in shape.
“He fucked the ever-loving bejezus out of me, with barely a pause, all night long. Literally. I think I got an hour of sleep. Thank you Jesus for coffee and post-coital highs.
“And he gives unbelievably good head. He made me want it, need it, time after time. It seemed as though whenever I just couldn’t take any more pleasure, he would put a great big steaming hot batch of semen up in me, and I would cum again.
“It was so good, I contemplated stowing away on the mining crew excursion vehicle. Well, I wouldn’t have had to stow away. They had eight empty seats. I’m sure they would have given me a lift if I’d asked. Now, is your curiosity satisfied?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll see you around.” She walked out of the apartment and shut the door.
With Colby, it wasn’t tit for tat. It was tit for nuke. Well, he deserved it for that numbskull comment. Hopefully, by the chocolate hour tomorrow, it would be forgiven on both sides.
He walked to the medical bay next to the airlock. It was full of arguing Breeding Bitches. “It is perfectly fine name if she wants to call,” Michaela was arguing.
“Zach, perhaps you can talk some sense,” said Charisse. “Alexis is going to name her little flower Anarchy.”
“That’s the most original and cool sounding name I’ve heard yet.”
“You see!” said Alexis. “Zach, I present you, Anarchy Carson Warren.”
Zach took the amazed-looking tiny bundle of wrinkles. “Hello, sugar boots!” he cooed. “Is baby going to stick it to the man? Yes she is!” Then, to Alexis, “Have you been able to nurse her?”
“Not yet. My milk hasn’t come in. It was definitely earlier than my body expected. Ayana says soon.”
Tiny Michaela reached up and grabbed his arm. “I must show Breeding Bitch Saloon. You will visit often, yes?”
Zach handed Anarchy to Alexis and looked at Ayana. “Sure, go,” she said. “Really, I’m just sitting here relaxing with Gaia. I’m letting Khushi do the heavy lifting. I’m fine.”
Zach walked with Michaela until they came to a two story concrete building. The buildings in here were concrete. They walked inside, and he got an idea of the scale of the place. The ground floor was huge, twenty-one meters by fifteen meters. It was intended to be a factory with offices upstairs. Offices ringed an upstairs walkway. The few dozen offices were small, but they could be bedrooms. There were two restrooms downstairs and two upstairs. The great big empty factory floor was going to become a saloon.
“You’ll serve drinks here?”
“Yes, drink, food, place to sleep for weary traveler. There will soon be many such travelers. Adult entertainment downstairs and upstairs.”
“You mean prostitution?”
“Such a harsh word. Nobody does anything they don’t want. Some people want comfort, have money. Others want money, have comfort to offer. Simple.”
“Do you think that’s a good example for our children?”
“As long as every people is happy and is fun, da.”
Zach knew this was historically a successful business model for a frontier town like theirs. “We need regulations and regular testing to keep everybody safe. Let’s have no STDs on Mars, okay?”
“Yes, regulation, like any good capitalism.” Michaela looked around. “Not any table in here yet.” The tiny redhead pulled down her stretch pants and panties and braced herself against the concrete wall. She wiggled her ass at Zach. “Am horny from flight,” she said simply.
Zach got on his haunches and lovingly tasted her pussy. She was already excited and climaxed easily. He had to take a very wide stance to match her height from behind. It amazed him every time that despite the size disparity, his cock fit into her. After several thrusts, it fit all the way in. It was like a magic trick. The tight, lively feel of her stretched impossibly around his cock was its own kind of witchy magic pleasure. He slapped his balls on her dripping mound as he railed her. She moaned low in orgasm. He was not far behind.
Zach hadn’t done it in hours. He came hard and long. He shook and shuddered as he gripped her tiny hips and filled her. She loved catching him pent up and full of cum like this. She orgasmed hard as he filled her.
After a minute, he started again, churning his first batch out onto the concrete floor. He lasted twice as long this time, while Michaela came several times. Then he put another big hot batch in her. She loved getting her pussy filled with cum and almost always orgasmed when she felt it.
They didn’t have anything to wipe up with, but there were the restrooms that had running water. They tidied up as best they could and headed back to the others arm in arm.
Khushi grabbed him next to show him the place she and Ayana had picked. It was the upper floor of an unused auxiliary power station at the edge of the dome. She and Ayana had thought about just taking one of the apartments, but the couple wanted a distinctive place of their own like Trigonometry and the Breeding Bitches had. And so, the substation.
Khushi and Berte had started up the 3D printing machines. These machines would be used by the colony when they needed to make only a few articles of something. One machine was at work turning out hard black plastic furniture parts. One machine wove and sewed blankets, sheets, and pillow cases. A third turned out foam mattresses and pillows. Khushi was already at work on a comfy bed for herself and Ayana. She had already printed comfortable cribs for Aaron and Gaia.
Khushi kicked off her shoes, slipped out of her pants and undies, and climbed onto the bare mattress. “Help me bless it, Zachary.”
“I’ll do anything you want if you show me those titties.”
She did. Now that they were full of milk, they were at least double D’s. The low Martian gravity made them look better than breasts could ever look on Earth. He kissed them, teased them, and licked them, all of which got Khushi hot and horny. Sadly, he shouldn’t nurse and steal milk from Aaron, who was growing fast. Then again, hungry babies got routinely passed around to full-titted moms in this crowd. All the babies always had abundance. But even so.
His idiot exchange with Colby had stung, and this felt like healing. He kissed Khushi all over. He did all the things he knew she liked. Earlobes as well as labia. Then there was that deep, warm penetration they both enjoyed. She rode him, which was her favorite, but they also did missionary. They took their time and enjoyed each other.
Late that night, Alexis and Anarchy were asleep and doing fine. Charisse and Vrishika were cuddled up on a waiting room couch next to them. Everybody was now asleep, it seemed. Zach crashed out on a surgical table nearby.
Berte gently shook him awake half an hour later. She led him, half dressed, to the apartments, to a bedroom. In it were a great big black plastic bed with all the trimmings. It had sheets, pillows, even bedside tables and reading lights. She’d apparently made them all in the 3D printing machines over the last several hours. Then she’d dragged the manufactured parts up here and assembled them. It was a magnificent gift.
Berte threw off her clothes and climbed into bed. Zach got naked as well and climbed in with her. They made love, turned off the reading lights, and fell blissfully asleep.
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew so far. Eight out of eleven babies have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
Ayana bore a baby girl, Gaia, on Mesha 15, 231.
Colette bore a baby girl, Mesha, on Mesha 17, 231.
Alexis bore a baby girl, Anarchy, on Taurus 10, 231.
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84: Wednesday, Taurus 11, 231. 0600 hours OST: Startup
Dawn was showing through the window when Berte rolled Zach onto his back. She straddled him, her warm cunt slipping tightly onto his turgid morning wood as he awakened. She smiled enigmatically out the window as she rode him. Her firm pink-nippled DD milkers bounced and swayed hypnotically. She made quick, high, guttural sounds of satisfaction. No text to speech this morning. She was in her own world, as usual, but also entirely with him.
Anna started to fuss. Berte smiled down at him and sped up. She knew his body well and knew he was close. With a grunt, he caught her as he orgasmed and thrust his hips up. His semen shot very satisfyingly into her as she moaned.
She climbed off, spilling it, grabbed Anna, and nursed her with a sigh of relief. Berte switched her to take the pressure off the other breast as well.
They took turns showering and holding the baby. Berte had generously unloaded his personal items from the excursion vehicle. They had fresh changes of clothes, therefore, in the bedroom. And Anna had fresh baby clothes. “Alexis texted out an invitation to everyone to breakfast, 8 AM, at the Breeding Bitches Saloon,” Berte said.
The tiny curvy blonde engineer and the lanky blond doctor walked there. They strolled their cute bundle of joy Anna in her black plastic baby carriage, arriving well ahead of time. Alexis was in a big comfy black plastic bed right in the middle of the ground floor. Beside her was a black plastic stripper pole. Michaela was assembling black plastic tables and chairs. It appeared that the beginning of a black plastic bar was growing out of one corner.
Zach checked Alexis and baby Anarchy. They were fine.
“Zach, I want you to take over Colette while I’m incapacitated,” Alexis said.
“There’s only a month when she’ll be back in action but you won’t be yet.”
“She needs attention during that month.”
“I’m not going to whip her or anything. Orgasm denial is as far as I’ll go.”
“Fair enough. If she needs a whipping, it can wait until I’m on my feet. Will you do it?”
“Agreed.”
“I’ll have her report to you as soon as she’s ready for sex,” Alexis concluded.
Once everyone was present and breakfast was served, Colleen stood up. “We have a number of matters to discuss and hear about in no particular order. Khushi, why don’t you start, since you have by far the most wonderful news.”
“Allow me to demonstrate,” said Khushi. She put Aaron on the table on his tummy. With coaxing, he rolled over by himself onto his back. This elicited applause from those assembled. Khushi was such a marvelous dancer. Zach was gratified but not too surprised that Aaron was showing early signs of dexterity.
Khushi continued, “I’m about to start leaving Aaron at home with Zach during the day. I will initially be focusing on getting the semiconductor factory set up and working. This facility will take months to initialize. We need it at a high priority.”
“We certainly do,” said Colleen. “Anming, you go next.”
“I will be sitting with Zach as he cares for babies, or staying with the babies if he goes out to treat an injury. Michaela will be with me. We’ll be working on the theory and caring for any babies old enough to need to crawl around. Once they can move it’s no longer feasible to carry them in a sling all day.”
“That makes three caregivers,” said Colleen. “I will also be involved in caring for babies at some point. I am also our benevolent dictator, police department, and legal system, to the extent we need one. I’m appointing Alexis to be the mayor of our fair village. The judicial and executive branches should be separate. Until we have more than half a dozen babies in daycare, I’ll help Charisse and Aanya in the farm dome most of my shift. I have to get used to calling it a shift instead of a watch.
“The most important thing I have to mention will happen four years, or two Martian years, from now. Around about Colony Mission Three landing, I will be leaving to fly spacecraft again. I’ll be back every seven hundred and eighty days, and I’ll stay for seven hundred and eighty days.
“This is probably as good a time as any to bring up the subject of time, namely years. A year here is about two Earth years, six hundred and eighty seven Earth days, to be exact. So we need to stop using Earth years for most things and start using Martian years, or it will get too confusing. This means the age of consent is ten. That’s actually eighteen point eight Earth years, but we won’t tell the young ‘uns. And most notably, Zach is only seventeen.” Hoots and catcalls to him accompanied this revelation.
“You’re next, Ayana.”
“I am on maternity leave until the first of Rishabha,” Ayana said. “As soon as I’m back, I will be making the rounds instead of Zach. I’m available for infant care as that expands. Until then, it’s the agriculture dome unless someone needs me for something else.
Ayana continued, “I want to bring up an important point. For our own emotional health and our children’s development, we need more color in our environment. This black plastic everything is fashionable in its way, but we need more variety.”
“I can modify the 3D printers to add color,” said Berte. “I can also manufacture paint and dyes.”
“That will be great, Berte,” said Colleen. “Colby, please go next.”
“In seven hundred and sixty-nine days, I’ll be gone for seven hundred and eighty days,” said Colby. “After that, I’ll be back and forth to Earth just like Colleen, except on a staggered schedule. When Colleen’s here, I’ll be there, and vice versa.” She looked at Zach.
This was news to Zach. It made sense, since she was the CEO of everything. He could give her the benefit of the doubt. She had probably intended to tell him in private the previous day. Then the argument had happened. He didn’t know what expression to have. “I’ll miss you,” he said. “I hope you’ll come back.”
She came over to him and hugged him tightly around the head. “I’ll always come back, baby,” she reassured him. “And when I’m not here, Colleen will be, so you’ll never have to miss us both.”
She stood up to address the crew as a whole. “And since we’re on the subject of Zach having his nut sack properly fondled, I’ve made a new schedule. At first, this chart might look confusing. Well, I agree, it is! It comes from interviewing everybody to find out how they’d like or need Zach. There’s one day apiece for each of the seven wives to spend our shift doing childcare with Zach. Or in the early days, Zach can bring Aaron and watch us work. The Breeding Bitches get him at breakfast and dinner. Berte and Aanya share him at lunch. We each spend the night with him on the day we spend our shift with him. But there’s an important improvement. Some of us get a bed buddy to help us with Zach’s overnight horniness. You all know that I love Zach dearly. But I, for one, like to be able to walk the next morning. Our bed buddy will share Zach’s, heh, loads, and also take him in the mornings.” Colby beamed at them. “Oh, except for Charisse, Colleen, and Khushi. That brave trio want him all to themselves all evening, night, and morning long. Charisse, of course.”
“Woo-hoo!” cried Charisse.
"Colleen, well she said since she's not flying right now, she can afford to be a happy cripple once a week." There was laughter and applause for Colleen.
"And Khushi, as we all know, can handle anything."
"I'll attest to that!" Ayana piped up.
There was applause. Khushi accepted their attention in good spirits.
“In summary,” Colby said, “I believe my new plan will satisfy all our urges without crippling anyone.” She received a well-deserved round of applause.
“Was Zachary consulted in this?” asked Anming.
“Hell no,” said Colby. “This is for us. Plus, allow me to demonstrate. What do you think of my plan, Zach baby?”
“Sounds good,” said Zach.
“See what I mean?” said Colby.
Anming didn’t see, but she sat back and folded her arms.
“That’s everything for me,” said Colby.
“Michaela?”
“Will continue to work with Anming on Unified Field Theory. That’s it.”
“Berte?”
She texted out her response and let her phone do the talking. “As you can see, I’ll be fucking Zach’s brains out at lunchtime, and also one evening a week. Oh, and yes, I’ll be running our automated construction equipment to build new buildings, domes and power plants. That’s probably more what you were asking, weren’t you? But anyway. Caring for Anna. Building shit. Fucking Zach. Reading fanfic. Sleeping some. That’s about it.”
“Thank you,” said Colleen. “Alexis?”
“As your undemocratically elected mayor, as soon as I climb out of this hospital bed, I plan to shamelessly pander to all of you. Meals will be here for the time being. And any objections to putting Zach to work during meals? You know what I mean. Since we aren’t in mixed company anymore excepting Zach.”
“My digestion would be better if you spared me,” said Ayana.
“Oh but Ayana, you know that Zach almost always elicits pretty songs from our comrades. And I know you’re partial to a song from a pretty girl. Zach just makes that one grunt or roar at the end. Simply face the other way and ignore Zach’s ending noise, and you’ll have pleasant mealtime accompaniment.”
“Very well. I can always wear headphones like I did in the bubble.”
“I also object,” said Colby. “It’s not a good precedent to set. Soon enough, we’ll have a crowd of bright little tots running around learning everything they can see. This is adult business, and I don’t think it should take place in our public spaces.”
“I have to agree,” said Colleen. “We had our share of wild public sex on the Interplanetary Vessel. I contributed to that. But it’s well past time to tone it down in public.”
“Aww, here I am, stuck in this bed for weeks,” said Alexis. “I’ll miss all those sweet, sweet opportunities to watch and jill off under my blankets.”
“I feel your pain,” said Colleen. “I imagine we can set Zach’s meals in the room at the top of those stairs. As soon as you can climb them you can go up and watch.”
“Fair enough.”
“Anyone else who’s interested can go up there to eat and watch,” added Colleen. To this the women muttered and waved away the suggestion. Almost all of them would watch passively if presented the opportunity. Some would even openly masturbate if it happened. None of them other than Alexis were interested in announcing their voyeuristic tendencies so boldly.
“Thank you. As your mayor, I’m here to smooth every irritation, however slight. And you know that we all love Zach,” said Alexis. “But as matters stand, we won’t see another man in seven hundred and seventy nine days.” There was a collective groan. “I’m not promising anything, mind you, but we’re hatching a plan to bring the miners here.” There was applause for this. “I’ll keep you posted. Like I said, I’m here to fix all your problems.
“And aside from being mayor, I’ll run our mining operations. I’ll continue to assist Colette in making her next motherlode find. Don’t give me that look, girl. You know you deserve the credit. Just live with it. Okay, that’s all for me.”
“Zach?”
“As you heard from the others, I’ll be focusing on childcare. I’m doing rounds until Ayana is available. I’m on call twenty four seven for medical emergencies. As the colony grows, we’ll get other folks in to educate our children. As time goes on I’ll focus increasingly on being a physician and surgeon.”
“Colette?”
“As Alexis mentioned, I’ll be working on mining.”
“Charisse?”
“Aanya and I are responsible for the farming dome and our food supply. At this point, we can produce far more than we consume. We have no stockpiles at present. We’ll be doing our best to create some large stockpiles. There’s no doubt we’ll need these at some point in our growth curve.”
“Aanya? Anything to add?”
“We’ll be setting up our labs and facilities to produce our lifeforms designed for Mars. At some point in the near future, we’ll begin some limited testing.”
“Thanks for coming everyone,” said Colleen.
Many people, including Zach, got up to leave.
“Not so fast,” said Charisse, grabbing his right arm.
“Waited patiently,” said Michaela, grabbing his left.
They led him up the stairs to Michaela’s bedroom.
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew so far. Eight out of eleven babies have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
Ayana bore a baby girl, Gaia, on Mesha 15, 231.
Colette bore a baby girl, Mesha, on Mesha 17, 231.
Alexis bore a baby girl, Anarchy, on Taurus 10, 231.
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85: Wednesday, Taurus 11, 231. 1000 hours OST: Getting Into the Groove
Khushi plucked a sated and sleeping Aaron off her left teat and placed him gently in the crib. “You four have fun. I’m going to miss him!” Aaron was Zach’s first official day care baby, and this was his first day. She ran her fingers through the sling that she would normally carry Aaron in. “See you at lunchtime.”
Zach sat on the play mat in Trigonometry’s main common area. Colby’s workstation was against one wall, and she was working on it, answering endless emails, making endless business decisions. Mina was asleep in another crib next to her desk.
Anming and Michaela were debating quietly together on the other side of the common area from them. He couldn’t see them, sitting on the floor as he was. There was a couch and other furniture in the way. Ayana was right. The place needed more color. He liked the black furniture with the gray concrete, but it was too much of a good thing.
Colby sighed and stretched. “Hey, Zach, the structural members we’re using to build our new interplanetary vehicles are going to cost less than we thought.”
“That’s good.”
She stood up and walked over to where he was sitting on the pad. She hugged his head into her midriff. “I’m sorry about not telling you my travel schedule beforehand. I meant to tell you, then we got into that tiff. I should have told you sooner.” She held up his face. “You know I love you, Zach. I’m going to miss you like my own heart.”
“I know. I’m sad, but I understand.”
“I don’t want us to fight anymore,” she said. “Is all that behind us, baby?”
“It had better be. We’re supposed to sleep together tonight. I wouldn’t want to break your brand new schedule.”
She snickered. “I’m game if you are.”
“I said something awful, and I got what I deserved. The rest is us taking care of business. If I didn’t have things to do here, I would go with you. So it’s really both of us deciding to be apart.”
“Thank you,” she said. “And it’s not just tonight.”
“What about tonight?”
“This is my day with you, lover boy. Which I know, is why you’re sitting here next to me with Aaron.” She continued in a whisper, “I hope you understand, baby. You’re my sexual plaything throughout the day.” She hiked up her skirt and glanced at Anming and Michaela, gauging the privacy of the moment. “I need some CEO stress relief, so get between my legs and suck my CEO clit, plaything.”
“Oppress me, baby,” he said, pulling her panties down and off one leg. She grabbed him by the hair and ground her vulva forcefully on his lips and tongue. The smell and taste of her excitement, oatmeal, cannabis, and slutty anticipation, filled his mouth and nostrils.
“You know how I like it. All around and around. That’s it.”
With surprising quickness, even for the excitable Colby, she held his head hard against herself and trembled in orgasm. She held his sucking mouth and teasing tongue on her clitoris as she grunted and continued to orgasm. She relaxed blissfully, her hands dropping onto his shoulders. So did he. “Is madame satisfied?”
She glanced over at the sleeping babies. She glanced at Anming and Michaela to make sure they were lost in their abstractions. She whispered, “Get your pants down. I’ll enjoy a ride. Don’t dare cum before I finish, slut.” She was really playacting this!
“I wouldn’t dare, madam,” he said. She rocked her slick, snappy tight cunt down, down, down onto his shaft. She grunted and forced herself open as she did it, straddling him with her little space boots. It was suddenly all he could think about. He recited the bones of the body in his mind to distract himself, starting with the hand.
She undulated her hips and stroked her cunt on him in the exact way she liked best. Her sweet velvety cunt teased his semen so powerfully he shook with the effort to hold back. She settled on him for a moment. Her vaginal walls fluttered as she profoundly and quietly orgasmed, hissing through gritted teeth. She started riding again, plop, plop, plop. The bones of the foot: medial cuneiform, intermediate cuneiform, lateral cuneiform… a moment later, she froze on her down stroke and had an even more profound one, thighs quaking. Grunting with satisfaction, she continued her ride. Inferior articular process, pedicle, mammillary process... another stop, and this time she was pressed hard on him. He could feel her vagina writhe and flutter so tightly. She was on fire.
He was finished with the bones of the hand and foot and spine. She said, “Give me your load now.” He grabbed her hips desperately, stretched tightly into her, and shot his hot gift forcefully. He grunted a little too loud, causing Colby to glance toward the women conversing across the wide common area. She bit her thick sexy lip as she quietly whimpered and quivered in orgasm atop him, feeling his load fill her like a hot geyser.
She fell on him and rested on his chest for a minute. Sighing deeply, she slid up and off him, catching their product on her panties. She walked over and pulled two tissues from a box on her desk and held them to her sex. She wiggled into her sticky panties, leaving the tissues in place, and sat down to attack her next email.
Staying prone to avoid being seen, Zach wrestled his underwear and pants up. He stood up and walked casually over to Anming and Michaela. Their discussion stopped. “Greetings, my husband,” said Anming. She was hugely pregnant. Michaela was definitely showing these days. As he regarded Michaela, she rubbed her tummy and smiled at him happily and contentedly. The look that flew between them said everything of their joy she was finally carrying his child. To speak would spoil the moment. The little fiery-headed Bulgarian had to stay tough, or bitter, or something he didn’t quite understand.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he announced. “I just need to examine you both. So, chat away, and you know the drill. Bare kitties, ladies.”
Michaela snickered. “Go ahead play and sniff our cunts, man whore.”
Anming frowned disapprovingly at her colleague’s remark. She dutifully slipped off her stretch pants and panties in a smooth motion. All elegant, graceful Chinese beauty even though her belly was giant with child. The shock of her carefully shaped fluffy black bush sprang forth. She cultivated it lovingly for him. She said, “But there’s another implied dimension or meta-dimension that describes which dimensions are collapsed and which are expanded.”
“Disagree,” said Michaela. She flipped up her skirt and slouched her tiny form in her comfortable chair. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her nether lips were sloppy wet. A new dribble of Zach’s own semen rolled slowly out. Proudly, with a smirk, she displayed this little trophy to his wife, Anming.
Michaela was shaved so smooth you couldn’t tell she was a natural redhead. “Only meta-dimension if it matters which are expanded and which collapsed. If no uniqueness among dimensions, no information content either.”
Zach took Anming’s and her baby’s vitals, all healthy. He settled down between her legs with his speculum and penlight. She said, “But time has unique and identifiable properties distinct from the three other uncollapsed dimensions of our own universe.”
Her dark labia were modestly folded together. As he gently parted them to stroke on the lube for the speculum, her eyes closed briefly in pleasure. The raw-looking dark pinkness of her night with Jason had disappeared. He inserted the speculum. Her vaginal canal was expanding to prepare for her baby’s passage. She would deliver any day now.
Michaela interrupted her conversation with Anming to taunt him during her internal exam. It seemed to be one of her great joys in life. “No lube for me, nasty doctor! Already your own brand of lube between my legs, eh? Yes, yes, you orgasm nice and hard between my legs at breakfast table. Your husband enjoy my tight cunt, Anming. Make your grunt for me again, man whore, as you push it in.” She held her slimy labia taut for his inspection.
In contrast to Anming’s washed freshness, Michaela hadn’t even wiped since their morning sex. Her vulva was slick with Zach’s cum and her own pungent juices that wafted out temptingly at him. She grinned at him lasciviously and licked her lips. The speculum slid in easily, and expanded to reveal a healthy wet cunt. “Yes, stretch it,” she grunted in pleasure. There was still a noticeable pool of his semen. She was slick and throbbing with excitement. “You’re welcome, Zachary, moeto momche,” she growled.
He slid out his now creamy speculum and smiled at her. Even though Colby had just fucked him into submission, he was hard again. Michaela grinned when she saw it in his pants as he stood up. “You’re both perfectly healthy,” he said in his best professional tones. “I won’t bother you ladies any further.”
“Piss off, useless man,” said Michaela, frowning, flipping down her skirt, and sitting up straight. Anming, looking away from her excited, disgruntled colleague, shimmied into her stretch pants.
It was perfect timing. Aaron awakened. Zach lifted him out of his crib and put him on his tummy on the play mat. He grabbed a couple of tissues from Colby’s desk to wipe up a few drops of his semen on the play mat.
Zach and Colby parted ways temporarily at lunchtime. She ate down in the saloon. He handed Aaron to Khushi to breastfeed and went to the private dining room upstairs.
Berte and Aanya heard him coming. They were standing bent over their places with big grins when he opened the door. Their babies nursed in slings. Their asses were bare. They were giggling to each other conspiratorially.
He shut the door behind him and approached the two women. He gave each a gentle spank. These two were already back at work. No exams were needed before he obscured their two tight cunts with his semen. “Should I decide who’s first?”
Berte’s phone spoke, “Aanya is always the more impatient one.”
At the same time, Aanya said, “Me please.” He got down and tongued her vulva. She was quite excited, no doubt anticipating this event. Berte looked on and grinned as he licked the quivering genetic engineer. Aanya groaned and strained in orgasm. “Now, Zach,” she breathed, “rough.”
“You want the ass?”
“No, in my cunt, uuhUUH! Thank you!”
He held her head back smartly by her short hair and fucked her vigorously. He spanked her ass as she whimpered out frequent climaxes. Since Colby had drained him earlier, he had staying power. But his tummy was empty. “Berte my love, do you mind if we do it after lunch?”
“Well, I won’t mind, but Alexis might,” said Berte’s phone. Zach glanced up and locked eyes with Alexis, who had just walked in. She clicked on her vibrator and sat down, watching them with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Are you okay to climb stairs? I don’t want you opening your stitches,” said Zach.
“I’m not a weakling, Zach,” said Alexis. “Mars gravity is only 38% of Earth’s. Up is a lot closer.”
Aanya and Berte got one shot apiece, and he got a well-earned lunch. All three women had orgasmed several times during the action-packed lunch hour.
He examined Alexis. Her latest vibrator was working well for her, a good thing during this difficult time. She was slimy wet inside and out, having squirted during her masturbation, and was looking healthy.
He felt bad she had climbed the stairs. He gathered her up in his arms and carried her back downstairs to her bed. Baby Anarchy, who Anming was suckling downstairs, looked healthy and happy. Anming already loved to nurse.
Khushi handed a sleeping Aaron to him and left to get back to work. Zach set him gently down to nap in one of the saloon’s downstairs cribs.
“You look pale, baby,” said Colby. “But what am I saying? You’re always looking pale. It’s one of your delicious qualities. Meet you back at Trig?”
“Sure thing, love.”
Ayana and Colleen were at the lunch table chatting. He asked, “May I quickly examine each of you ladies?”
They didn’t even answer verbally. They kept chatting. Ayana was wearing a short skirt. She stood up and climbed out of her panties. Colleen was looking natty in khakis and a blouse. She dropped her drawers and thongs, sat down, and spread her knees. Neither missed a beat of their conversation.
Ayana had healed up very nicely. “Do NOT wake up Gaia, she’s fine,” she said.
“No problem.”
“I bet you’ll be sad when I take all this glorious cunt sniffing away from you.”
“I’ll cry myself to sleep. Now cough.”
Colleen was great with child. The fetal heartbeat was strong. The baby had not flipped, but she had at least a week to go. The angry pinkness of her vaginal opening showed the abandon of her night before last goodbye to the mining crew. She’d showered, so all other traces were gone. She squirmed as he stroked on the lube for the speculum. In a lull in the women’s conversation, he asked his young blonde wife, “Did you have fun?”
“It was sad, but yes.”
“Good. You know I want that for you.”
“It’s somehow kinky for us to talk about our relationship when you’re down there staring into my hole.”
“I’m done,” he said, smiling and slipping out the speculum. “You and your baby are healthy.” He called over to Alexis, resting in bed and nursing Anarchy. “Anybody else around?”
“Colette is upstairs in the mining workroom. Upstairs and two doors to the right.”
He opened the door and spoke to Colette, who was at a big workstation screen. It was a map with lots of activity on it, presumably drones. “I’m here to give you a quick exam.”
After so many daily checkups, these women were all casual about it. Colette swiveled her chair, spread her long pale slender legs, and lifted her skirt, revealing her bare genitals. Easier for exams, easier for her life. This way, she was never whipped for forgetting to remove her panties after hours.
“I hope I’m not interrupting too much,” said Zach.
“No it’s a comfort,” she said. She had a serious look.
“What’s going on? Everything okay with the drones?”
“The drones are fine. My husband is sick.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Is it serious?”
“His health has been failing for years. It’s hard living so long on an exovert. Perhaps it’s finally his time. I hope not.”
“I’ll write and wish him well.”
“He enjoyed the account of my labor. He said that while rereading it, with the help of a mutual friend of ours, he was able to achieve orgasm. That hasn’t happened for him in over a month. Thank you, Zach.”
The afternoon with Colby was spent much as the morning had been. Zach played on the mat with the babies while she went through her emails. She asked his opinion on a few decisions.
At dinnertime, Aaron was handed off to Khushi. Both mother and baby were anxious to relieve her swollen DD milkers. Zach licked his lips in hunger for her teats and milk, but he wouldn’t steal from his son. Instead, he ascended the stairs to the private dining room. A small bed had been dragged in. He took immediate advantage and had Charisse and Michaela each twice missionary style, legs held above head. The women laughed and orgasmed frequently, enjoying his excitement between them.
Alexis struggled up the stairs again to watch and masturbate. She ordered Colette to attend, watch, and apply a vibrator to her loyal slave cunt. Alexis knew Colette needed some distraction and release. Colette’s husband’s failing health plagued her nightmares. But much to her delight, Zach put her over his knee and spanked her. He did so until his hand was sore while holding her vibrator in her cunt with the other hand. She asked for permission often, and Alexis was generous but not overly so.
After dinner, the whole Trigonometry gang gathered to watch a cheesy old science fiction movie in the common area. There were the original five, Colby, Anming, Colleen, Berte, and Aanya. Charisse lived with them now and was a full member. Khushi and Ayana were visiting, but lived separately. The babies were either asleep in cribs or in slings getting nursed. Aaron was on the rug in front of them playing with a few toys and scooting on his belly.
Colby, his official wife of the day, was cuddled up on his right. The hugely pregnant Anming leaned on his left, fanning herself. As they watched, he stroked and kissed both women. They would both be joining him in bed later. It was pleasurable for all and a good idea to stimulate them starting as early as possible. Anming looked overwhelmed and dutiful. Colby looked horny, like she was barely restraining herself from straddling Zach then and there.
After the movie, he said goodnight to each of his wives. He kissed Khushi, his copper skinned, curvy Hindu goddess. “Take good care,” he said as she and Ayana left to return to their place.
Short stocky blonde Berte came up to him, smiling and eyeing him seductively. She humped his leg as she kissed his nipple through his shirt: thrust, thrust, grind, wiggle, thrust. “See you tomorrow at lunchtime,” she said, and waved as she strutted away to her own bedroom.
Aanya’s delicate copper features and dark eyes were like Khushi’s. But she was petite and slight where Khushi was full-sized and busty. Aanya stood on tiptoes to grab his neck in her arms and kiss him on the mouth. “I’m helping Berte tomorrow night. You’ll let me help a lot, right?”
“Certainly.”
“We both need it up the ass,” she groaned to him quietly, plaintively. “We’ll help each other prepare, just like old times.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
Pale, blonde, intense Colleen kissed him passionately. “Night after next,” she whispered, “be ready to cripple me for a week.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Anming, all graceful Chinese features combined with a staggeringly huge pregnant belly, came up next. She made a kissing noise at him, but didn’t kiss. “I’m so huge,” she said miserably. “Like a fat sow.”
“You’re beautiful, and in just a few days, you’ll be holding your baby. Why don’t you go lie down until Colby calls you to us.”
“Yes, my husband. For sleeping. But you won’t… surely you’re not attracted.” She grimaced.
“Hmm. Seems like the more you speak poorly of yourself, the hornier I get for you.”
She scurried away.
Charisse, his crew cut hippie girl with the Miss America smile, came up and kissed him deliciously. “I’m so horny after landing, Zach, and with five more days to wait until I have you all to myself! Those two hard fucks at dinner after Michaela took her turn barely took the edge off. If you could save an extra batch for me at breakfast time, three that is, I’d be grateful.”
“Anything for you, my precious flower,” he assured her. Somewhat reassured, she danced away happily.
Now that the others had cleared off, Colby grabbed him tightly around the waist. She crushed her dark, dainty body against him. “I know it’s over two years away, but I’m already missing you so bad, baby. I’m so sorry. I don’t want to go.”
“Me too. Let’s get you to bed and I’ll show you how much.”
“Anming looks like she’s about to give birth to a large globe. Seems I’ll have to do all the heavy lifting tonight.”
“Oh, no. Anming won’t escape. She made the mistake of telling me surely I would not be attracted.”
“Ouch. Well, perhaps an easy night for me, then,” Colby chuckled.
“I’m so horny for you, my lady, that I doubt it.”
Both women staggered into breakfast. Anming was already staggering with the weight of her baby. She complained, “You were allowed to rise, while I was condemned to face our husband’s ongoing virile onslaught.”
“That’s morning duty for you, sister,” Colby commiserated. Although she was walking like a bronco buster, she was beaming and relaxed.
Berte was working in dangerous crawl spaces and high voltage areas throughout the domes. They wouldn’t have been safe places for Zach to be, much less Aaron. They remained in the Trigonometry common area, spending the morning with Colby and the afternoon with Anming and Michaela. The tiny Bulgarian redhead, who was always horny, gratefully received a quickie while Aaron was napping. The play mat was an excellent fucking surface.
The next day, Berte had added color to the 3D fabrication machines. The machines had been built for this, but there had to be materials collected for pigments. That evening, when Zach carried Colleen over the threshold of his bedroom, he stopped in surprise. Berte had replaced all his black furniture with dark blue that had streaks of purple. The purple ran through the dark blue like veins of ore. It was beautiful.
The day after, there was paint. With Aaron on the play mat in his bedroom, Zach painted his gray polished concrete walls and ceiling a pretty light yellow color. A few drops of paint got on Aaron, but they were easy to wash off.
It was Saturday, Anming’s special night. Zach had resolved to go easy on her. She really did look as if she was about to pop like a balloon. Colby would be there later as Anming’s regular bed buddy. They retired early, around 8 PM, because Anming needed a lot of sleep. He took her slowly and deliciously twice. She was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He stood behind her, not smacking in as hard as possible, just enjoying. He noticed that her pussy was getting big and sloppy, ready to birthe a child. Despite her grumbling, she was very horny and orgasmed multiple times quite easily.
They rested from Zach nutting in her a second time. Anming had just experienced a deep, satisfying orgasm with him.
A powerful contraction seized her.
They called Colby, who joined them. It might be a false start, so the three rested. In fifteen minutes, another contraction came, and her water broke, spraying onto his bed. Luckily, they had prepared. There was a plastic sheet under her.
It was a sleepless night for the three of them as Anming’s labor progressed. At five in the morning, a seven pound two ounce healthy baby boy slid out of Anming. She named him Zachary Yousheng Carson Tang. Yousheng means “victory” in Mandarin. Appropriate, since Anming considered Yousheng a victory in her fight against the Chinese government for her own body and future. It was the fourteenth day of Taurus.
Since Anming had been breastfeeding other children, she popped her hungry new baby onto her teat without any difficulty. The four of them lounged out in his big bed together and slept the sleep of victory.
At breakfast time, Michaela and Charisse showed up with breakfast. As soon as he finished eating, they dragged him off to Charisse’s bedroom for a quick romp.
Though mother and baby did well from the outset, Zach stayed close. He would drop by several times through the day and night. Michaela stayed with Anming during the day, though they didn’t work much on the theory. They talked about how strong and healthy a boy Yousheng was. They spoke of how strong and healthy Michaela’s baby would be. They talked about Zach’s virility, how Anming already missed it, and Michaela’s latest experience of it.
Zach decided to brighten up the common spaces. He got a gallon of green paint. He set Aaron out under the dome on a play mat. He used a fabricated roller to paint a segment of the ground floor outer wall of the apartments. He figured they could paint each segment a different color.
As he painted, Berte walked up with an odd contraption that looked like a power sander. It had tubes of red, yellow, blue, white, and black paint attached to it. As she ran it over the surface of the segment next to him, a beautiful mural took shape. The machine could take any picture and paint it on a wall. “You win,” he said. She snickered.
On Tuesday the 17th of Taurus, after breakfast, Zach went as usual to examine Colette in the mining workroom upstairs. He found nothing amiss, and cleared her for sex. Without asking permission, he leaned in and gave her an extended bout of cunnilingus. She desperately and futilely begged for release, permission to orgasm. He finally allowed her because he had to run to his next appointment. While she climaxed, she groaned French words he’d never heard.
For the next month, Zach would have to get inventive with Alexis’s and X’s help. Colette deserved loving care of her particular kind. He was determined to see to it. For starters, he put her temporarily into Anming’s slot on his nookie schedule.
That evening, Khushi pulled a large black plastic dildo out of her overnight bag. “I wanted to show you the special thing I gave to Ayana now that she’s cleared for sex.”
“Impressive. If you gave it to her, why do you have it?”
“Gave it to her, Zach.” She pulled out a strap-on belt to go with the dildo.
On Thursday Taurus 19, Zach’s second bout of crippling Colleen for a week was postponed. A new crippler arrived in the form of her baby boy, a seven pound four ounce bruiser by the name of Jackson. Her labor lasted all day. It was done just in time for movie night. Colleen, up in her room, slept through movie night. He stayed with her.
The next day, Colette’s husband, the mysterious X, died.
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July 15, 2044
Dear Zach,
Still no steady boyfriend, but I'm having fun. I had your kid the other day, on the 10th. She's a girl. I'm naming her Giselle. She is already my world.
Love and Kisses,
Becky Baines Esq.
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August 10, 2044
Dear Zach,
You are the biological father of our precious jewel of a baby girl. She was born August 4. We're naming her Alexandra. She's healthy. It's such a miracle to have her. Thank you so much for being part of our lives.
Love,
Beatrice and Eric
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew so far. Ten out of eleven babies have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
Ayana bore a baby girl, Gaia, on Mesha 15, 231.
Colette bore a baby girl, Mesha, on Mesha 17, 231.
Alexis bore a baby girl, Anarchy, on Taurus 10, 231.
Anming bore a baby boy, Zachary, on Taurus 17, 231.
Colleen bore a baby boy, Jackson, on Taurus 19, 231.
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86: Thursday, Cancer 20, 231. 1200 hours OST: Reunion
“Today’s the day, eh?” ventured Zach.
“Fuck you!” Michaela growled. She was having a powerful contraction. Her water broke and splashed out. “Oh… fuck!”
“That’s why we have the plastic sheet under you.”
“You!! You curse me with this!!”
Ayana said, “Maybe I should take over and let you know how it goes.”
“Make him die shitting cannon ball!”
“I love you too, Michaela,” said Zach. “I’ll leave you to it.”
He walked downstairs from Michaela’s bedroom into the Breeding Bitches Saloon. A bumpered off corner of the saloon was the daycare center.
They had ten babies in various states of zooming around. Aaron, the oldest, was crawling like a champ and flirting with standing. Anna, Berte’s baby, and the second oldest, rolled everywhere even quicker. Mina and Vrishika were becoming good crawlers. Gaia and Mesha wanted to crawl very badly and scooted after the rest. Sometimes they followed Anna’s example and rolled, but without her speed or dexterity. Anarchy, Victor, and Jackson were all sitting up and deliberating things like crawling or rolling.
Everybody called Anming’s baby “Victor” although his given name was Zachary Yousheng Carson Tang. This was primarily not to confuse father with son. The “Victor” came from the fact that Yousheng means victory in Mandarin. Berte had started the trend. Anming called him “Junior.”
Anming and Michaela had been having their Unified Field Theory talks amidst the young tumult. Colleen was there full-time as well. Michaela’s labor had cut their coverage down by two, Michaela herself and Ayana.
Alexis, who was downstairs covering Zach’s absence, said, “Bye all. Critical time in the mining business.” She bounded upstairs to the mining workroom two steps at a time. She was all business these days, versus when he had first met her, when she was 99% party. She really did love turning rocks into dollars. More than that, they were rapidly discovering amazing things about Mars’s geological history.
Though Alexis was now all business, it was a comfort to Zach that her sex drive remained strong. She gratefully spread for him multiple times at breakfast and dinner. And she kept a toe in the party. She was queen of the Breeding Bitches Saloon. Though frankly, it was more of a community center so far.
Aanya and Berte appeared smiling, hand in hand, for lunch and not only lunch. They were expecting their customary noontime tryst with Zach. A quick count of daycare coverage concerned them. Aanya said to Berte, “You go upstairs with Zach. Then you can come relieve me and I can go.”
“You first; you’re always urgent,” said Berte.
“Maybe we could just get down on the play mat?” said Aanya.
“Then we’ll all want a turn,” said Colleen.
“Fine with me,” said Zach.
“Your virility makes you so nasty, my husband,” scolded Anming. “For my part, heh, please don’t make me.” Anming was a horny one at the moment. She said this in a way that suggested she very much wanted him to make her.
“But seriously, we have rules about that,” said Colleen. “Take it upstairs, or I’ll arrest you for indecency. I’ll get to try out our new jail cell in the other corner.”
Aanya and Zach fetched lunches for the other three and headed upstairs.
At three o’clock, Ayana shouted out the door for Zach to help. He trotted upstairs to help with post delivery logistics and cleanup. In three hours, Michaela had popped out a healthy seven pound six ounce baby boy she named Radoslav.
Despite Michaela’s earlier curses, she was all smiles now, and tears. “Look Zachary! Our baby boy! I never thought! I never thought! I never thought empty-headed slut like me would make future, real future. But here he is. Almost makes me want husband. But need my space, else murder. But you, you will be here every moment for our Rad, no? Every moment!”
“I assure you, Michaela, I-”
“Best father! Always in Rad life! Raise him properly!”
“You have my word.”
“Oh, Zachary, here, here, here, here. If I could love you, I would. You are truly good man. Thank you for Radoslav. Hole in one. Hole in one! That is phrase, no?”
“I get you.” Darn it, now he was tearing up. He’d never seen Michaela this emotional. He hugged her tiny deflated form again, tightly.
“Enough, enough. Insides all everywhere. Get out! Get out… until later.”
“Sorry, no nookie for you at dinner.”
“Fuck off and die, funny man! Hah hah!”
A week later, after Zach handed back all the babies before dinner, Alexis made him wait to go upstairs. “I have an announcement!” she shrieked over the din of mothers reuniting with babies. She herself had little Anarchy on her hip. He smiled to see the babe in arms had a little scowl to match her mom’s. Ultra cute!
The din quieted, and Alexis continued. “The miners have made a deal to leave their company and join ours. Mateo likewise has resigned from NASA. They’re staying on Mars.” There were whoops and cheers from the women. Reactions to this noise among the babies ranged from giggles to upset.
After some baby calming, Alexis said, “They land here in their excursion vehicle on Leo 20. Mark your calendars. That’s exactly seven weeks, or forty-nine days, from now. That is all.” Lots of buzzing and chattering among the women. Zach tried to make out who was talking about what. Alexis grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the stairs, breaking his reverie.
Upstairs, Alexis handed Anarchy to Charisse and led Zach to the bed while undressing. “What do you think will happen to me now?” he asked.
Alexis sat him on the bed, looked up into his eyes, and patted his hand. “Well, my darling, I assure you that you’ll get as much dripping wet cunt as you want, from all of us. Right, girls?”
“I love being your wife Zach,” said Charisse. “You may have me anytime you like. Asleep in my bed. In one of my garden furrows. I’ll spread for you happily, wetly, anytime, anywhere.”
“Please make use of me at any convenient time, Zach,” said Colette. “I’m always ready for you to use me for your pleasure as much as you want.”
“Same with me, and I’m sure Michaela feels the same,” said Alexis. “But answer me, are you getting a bit more cunt now than you’d ideally prefer? You do a lot for this colony, Zach. Be honest.”
“Well, it would be nice to just relax and have a meal every once in a while.”
“Exactly! So, you decide what and how much to cut back on your schedule. We can handle anything you want to do.”
“Well, lunches are important. It’s hard to go from seven in the morning until nine at night. That’s fourteen hours. And I don’t want to miss you ladies entirely. So how about cutting back the three meals thing to a Breeding Bitch lunch?”
“Sounds wonderful. I’ll tell Colby.”
Thus the plan was set when the four miners arrived seven weeks later on Leo 20. They were weather-beaten. They were fierce looking. They looked like four men who had carved their fortunes out of the vast red sands of Mars. In other words, they looked like Big Damn Fucking Heroes. In contrast, Zach was a well cared for doctor, or glorified day care worker, actually. He was intimidated.
Intimidation or not, they met him with smiles. “Dude, we saw your fucking schedule. It made my balls hurt!” Mateo told him. “Respect. And some of those women, I know it, if they don’t get it, they go apeshit. You kept this colony running, my man. Single-handed. And we’ve also heard you’d appreciate some help.”
“And my friend,” said Jason, “we’d greatly appreciate helping!”
“You’re welcome, gentlemen, and well met,” replied Zach. They were all easy going, friendly, great guys. They all knew, unspoken, that some of these women might want to get exclusive in the future. None of them had been born yesterday. That was always the woman’s choice, and they had little say in the matter. In this first meeting under new circumstances, it was clear they wanted to stay friendly regardless.
“And I want to be emphatic that we aren’t going to cut you out of anything,” said Mateo. “We know these women all love and treasure you, Zach. You are not the kind of man who will ever really let that sink in, but it’s true. The best the four of us can hope for is that one or more of them will get thirsty for some unwashed peasant on the side. I mean, look at us.”
“And you rich as Croesus, and us merely millionaires,” Ethan pointed out.
Zach chuckled. “Mateo, you underrate yourself. Let me tell you what Colby said about you. I think I can remember it verbatim because, frankly, it stung at the time, as she intended it to. I had made an unkind joke at your expense, and I deserved this. But I have no doubt every word is honest.”
“Sounds kinda personal. Should you be sharing it?” asked Mateo.
Zach said, “She said it felt real, real good, two reals, to be under Mateo.”
Aiden punched Mateo in the arm.
“She pointed out that you’re a decade younger than me.”
“Ouch.”
“And that you could have been a professional athlete.”
“I could have, but ouch.”
“She said you fucked the ever loving bejezus out of her, with barely a pause, all night long. She says she got about an hour of sleep.”
Jason went to high five Mateo, but he waved it off. “Jesus, man, she must have been really pissed at you. I’m so sorry.”
“Fret not, it’s all forgiven. But, yeah, word to the wise. With Colby, it’s not tit for tat. It’s tit for nuke. So don’t be a tit like I was, guys.”
“Don’t worry, I like my balls,” said Aiden.
“And she went on.”
“Spare me,” said Mateo.
“Let me summarize and say she wanted to stow away with you guys.”
“Now that’s just her pulling your chain. It’s mission before men with all these ladies. Never forget it, guys,” said Mateo.
“I suppose you’re right.”
“I’m really sorry, man.”
“Forget it. It had nothing to do with you.”
Dinner that evening was incredibly relaxing and chatty. The Breeding Bitches were in attendance. Finally Zach was not stuck upstairs, on that damn narrow bed, making them scream. This was a fine thing. He would still get to see them at lunch. It was wonderful to have a simple convivial dinner!
There were lots of jokes over dinner that night about his sudden presence. The women within earshot laughed at them, however stupid. Aanya said, “Why are you here, Zach? Did the Motherfucker Society revoke your membership card?” Yes, stupid. A sense of relief pervaded the women, and toward him as well. Now, for him, it was all luxury. The women felt free to make fun of him. Before, they’d clearly been worried they were overtaxing him, and perhaps they had been. The matter had been too serious for any of them to joke or kid about.
Additional jokes were made at the mining crew’s expense. They hadn’t had the fancy clothing printers Olympus Colony had. Options had been few. “What, did you gents roll around on the ground over every square meter of Mars?” Colette chided. This was a representative sample of the humor. Their clothes were ridiculed. Their haircuts were ridiculed. Their smell was ridiculed, though that was only a joke, because they had showered. There were jokes about bachelors and bachelor pads. It was great fun for the women.
The miners were soaking it in joyfully. They were back in the middle of life, surrounded by women. They were fucking ecstatic, practically crying with joy. It made Zach feel good to be a part of it. These men had suffered through seven months of loneliness. Now both crews were more alive than they’d ever been.
Movie night was sparsely attended that evening. Colleen, his wife and bed mate of the day, was there, cuddled under his right arm. Khushi, looking disgruntled, was cuddled under his left. Ayana was not in attendance. Charisse was sitting on the floor, resting back between his legs. He couldn’t complain, surrounded by women as he was. Colby was gone. Understandable. Anming was gone! That fucking slut! He would have to sweat it out of her what she’d been up to. A remarkable move for Anming. Not surprisingly, Aanya was no doubt with EEEETIIIIIN!! Berte, similarly, was no doubt getting some of that sweet, sweet Aiden. More power to them all.
It was an absolutely terrible movie. They turned it off. Zach carried Colleen up the stairs early. He was surprised to hear Charisse inviting Khushi to sleep with her. It sounded more as a friend than hitting on her. He hoped everything was okay between Khushi and Ayana.
The next day, Saturday, was his day with Anming. He asked her at breakfast, when they had a private moment, “My wife, I missed you at our movie. Were you indisposed?”
“I had an errand.”
“An errand?”
“Jason asked me. Don’t be angry! Without a woman for seven months! A crime they didn’t send at least one woman with those poor men. Don’t be angry!”
“I won’t be angry, if you felt great pleasure.” He caught a hint of a smile before she turned away, blushing.
“How many times did you orgasm?”
“I do not count such things, you despicable nasty creature!”
“C’mon, estimate. Once? Ten times? A hundred times?”
“Hmm… more than ten times. Now stop it!”
“And did you satisfy him? Did he put his seed in your vagina?”
“I’m not talking to you anymore!”
And that was that. He got the picture. That put Colby with Mateo and Alexis with probably all of them somehow.
At lunchtime, Alexis, Michaela, and Colette were laid back, sipping on nearly frozen cannabis vodka. It’s basically pure ethanol except for the cannabis part. Charisse needed sex again and again. The others watched her take Zach again and again while they idly masturbated. She’d apparently wanted to make a statement last night by sticking with him. He was secretly unnaturally touched and moved by this. It had put her dangerously behind on her orgasm quota. He told her she would have been welcome to join Colleen and him. She demurred and told him to get busy fucking her in the ass.
That night, Anming was demolished and asleep by the time he called Colby in. In that timeless male ritual of reclaiming his wife, he’d fucked Anming twice in her vagina and twice in her rectum. It took nearly two hours. Colby was called in around midnight.
She found him in the shower. She disrobed and joined him. She scrubbed his back. “I guess you’ve figured out I was with Mateo last night,” she said.
“That was my guess, once I found out Anming was in bed with Jason, the filthy slut.”
“Zach!” she said. She punched his arm, a warning shot. “It’s hard enough for that woman to actualize herself without you teasing her.”
“So that’s what she’s doing.”
“What happened to my supportive husband? You give him back!”
“All right, all right. It was just a little humor. You know I don’t think that. I was thinking more that she’s being a filthy slut according to her own personal standards.”
“Zach, really, stop. She’s right out there in the bedroom.”
(To be continued)
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PS: A brief guide to babies born to the Founders crew so far. All eleven babies (in this batch of births) have been born.
Khushi bore a baby boy, Aaron, on Mina 16, 231.
Berte bore a baby girl, Anna, on Mina 25, 231.
Aanya bore a baby boy, Ares, on Mina 28, 231.
Colby bore a baby girl, Mina, on Ares 17, 231.
Charisse bore a baby girl, Vrishika, on Ares 25, 231.
Ayana bore a baby girl, Gaia, on Mesha 15, 231.
Colette bore a baby girl, Mesha, on Mesha 17, 231.
Alexis bore a baby girl, Anarchy, on Taurus 10, 231.
Anming bore a baby boy, Zachary, on Taurus 17, 231.
Colleen bore a baby boy, Jackson, on Taurus 19, 231.
Michaela bore a baby boy, Radoslav, on Cancer 20, 231.
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87: Tuesday, Simha 24, 231. 0800 hours OST: The Tides Change
Aaron was cruising up a storm. Anna was crawling and indulged in rolling for recreational purposes. Ares was trying to cruise. Most of the babies were crawling, except Rad, who was four months younger than the rest.
There was an agitated murmuring among the women at breakfast. Zach asked Colleen about it. She assured him it was nothing serious.
That evening, he found out from Aiden. Khushi had told Aiden the fuss was about Ayana getting her period. “Oh, understandable,” said Zach. “Everybody’s worried about getting pregnant now, even though they’re still breastfeeding. Breastfeeding is good but not perfect birth control, depending on how it’s done. Well, luckily, most methods of birth control are safe while breastfeeding. Since it’s a woman’s health issue, they’re probably all going to Ayana. Funny that Colleen didn’t just come out and tell me. I guess it’s a fairly personal issue, one in which I am perhaps more spouse than doctor.”
“I wasn’t aware these women may all be popping out eggs,” said Aiden. “I think I asked once and Berte told me not to worry about it. What if I’ve accidentally knocked her up? I hope you wouldn’t be angry.”
“Certainly not,” said Zach. “It would be an accident. The morning after pill works for a while. I guess I’d better suggest to Ayana that all the women take pregnancy tests. I’m going to wait a few days to see if anybody tells me anything, though. This is just too damn strange. There must be some sensitive matter I’m as yet unaware of.”
The next morning at breakfast, Ayana took the miners to task. “Your excursion vehicle is a pigsty! Here are box lunches for the four of you. The cleaning supplies are next to the door. You need to clean that thing to NASA launch standards, do you hear me Mateo? If you get started right after breakfast, you may be able to finish today.”
“Why are you telling us this, and not the Governor or Mayor?” Mateo asked.
“Because it’s a health hazard!” said Ayana.
It was no surprise that the four miners were missing from the saloon at lunchtime. Zach mounted the stairs to the private dining room. The Breeding Bitches, Alexis, Charisse, Michaela, and Colette were there talking agitatedly. As he swung open the door, they fell silent. “Well, speak of the devil!” said Alexis. “Michaela is first.”
Halfway through lunch, Zach ejaculated deeply into Charisse’s rectum with a shudder. “Oh that was heaven, my husband,” she raved.
Zach pulled out with a splop and started pulling on his scrub pants. “What are you doing?” asked Alexis.
“I’m just going down to wash up in the bathroom.”
“No need for that, Zach. Colette, go fetch us some wet wipes.”
“I was going to pee.”
“Here, pee in this.” Alexis produced a hot pink plastic bucket that looked like a child’s toy.
“Seriously? You’re acting strange.”
“Humor me. I want to see your powerful stream. It makes me horny.”
The next day a general meeting of the entire town was called. It was scheduled for 3 PM in the saloon. The women arrived early and plucked their babies out of day care for some breastfeeding time.
“Is everybody here?” said Colleen. She looked around and satisfied herself. “Take it away, Ayana.”
“As I’m sure you’re all aware, I got my period two days ago. The time for us to exercise reproductive choice is upon us. And we have concerns. Children of different mothers both fathered by Zach are too related, ideally, to intermarry. So the question arises, who is this generation going to marry?
“Colby made the excellent point that over the next fifteen Martian years, we should see a great influx of genetic diversity coming to Mars. But I made the counterargument that we’re all smokin’ hot and rich, including you miners. This will tend to lower genetic diversity. And we can’t discount the influence of Zach alone. I mean, he’s proven to be a one man baby storm.”
“Me alone? You can’t be serious,” protested Zach.
“Zach, you are not in the newsgroups I’m in. The women astronaut candidates are largely in agreement. They figure it’s an excellent success strategy to get knocked up by you.”
“Seriously??”
“Oh yes,” Ayana said. “Think about it. They get a genetic foot in the door, get in on the ground floor of the founding of Mars. If they succeed, their kid will be strongly related to the first dynasty, if you will, of Mars. They’ll have the right pedigree. They’ll be one of the in crowd because Zach is their dad.”
“Good Lord.”
“We haven’t been discouraging them, because that would only encourage them, if you know what I mean," said Alexis. “It would look like we’re hoarding you. They like their chances, too, because you’re such a slut.” She snickered.
“All men are sluts to a greater or lesser extent.”
“And there’s the fame factor,” said Ayana. “You’re quite the famed Don Juan figure on Earth now, Zach. There are movies and TV series about your exploits. All your, ahem, accomplishments are famous. So are all of ours. There’s tremendous interest in Mars. People are starry-eyed about us making billions here and doing an effective financial takeover of the colony program.”
“But they’ll be after all of you as well, then.”
“Yes, but we take nine months, really a year or more. What does it take you, five minutes?”
There were some titters of laughter at this.
“I’m sorry, five minutes if you’re hurrying. I can attest to the fact you’re an excellent and caring lover, Zach. I by no means intended to impugn that.”
“No offense taken.”
“But my point stands. So we collectively need to do what we can to foster genetic diversity in the early generations. It’s important for the future genetic health of Mars.”
“I concede your point.” The gravity of the moment was starting to sink into Zach’s heart. He knew what genetic diversity implied.
“Thank you, Zach. To that end, I would have Mateo as my next surrogate, if he's willing.”
Mateo startled in his chair where he had been half asleep. He and Ayana smiled shyly at one another. “Uh, sure,” he managed to articulate. Men are designed by nature to lose all traces of intellect under such circumstances.
“We have other announcements. Alexis?”
“If he doesn’t mind, we’d like to have Jason come live with us in the saloon and be our mascot, at least myself, Michaela, and Colette. Charisse?”
“Zach, I’m going to join them, sweetheart. You know I love you. But I’m also a geneticist. If I don’t do the right thing and follow the science, it will be an incredibly bad example. And it’s only for two years, and then the game starts over. Love, Vrishika binds us together eternally as parents. And maybe more children in the future, who knows? I loved doing the first one with you. But this diversity thing is important. I’ve done the math.”
“I believe you,” said Zach. “I’ll get over it. We’ll remain friends if I have anything to say about it.” Being a wife had always been an experiment for Charisse. He’d had the impression she might change her mind at any moment, so he hadn’t gotten too invested. What really had him terrified were the others who hadn’t yet said where they stood. He braced himself.
“Is that all for Jason?” asked Charisse.
“Yes,” said Alexis. “The four Breeding Bitches. But Jason hasn’t said he would.”
“Fuck yeah!” cried Jason. The four Breeding Bitches got up and hugged him close. Alexis sat on his lap. They kissed passionately. It escalated quickly. Soon he was kneading her tits through her shirt as they kissed.
“Aanya?”
Oh, shit, Ethan, thought Zach.
“I’m choosing Ethan, Zachary. You know, he’s wonderful, and I love him too. And he takes very good care of me and is very nice. And I’m a geneticist! This diversity is so important. It’s really very crucial. But I feel terrible. I hope you won’t be too hurt. I never meant to do it. To hurt you, I mean.”
“You know, I’m proud of you, Aanya,” said Zach. “You came to me a woman who saw no potential, no pleasure, in relations between men and women. By your own courage, you’ve blossomed. You go do what’s best and come back whenever you want. I’ll always love you, truly. You’re always precious to me. And I know you don’t mean me any harm or hurt.” He’d always known Aanya’s needs might shift dramatically as she found herself. That exploration was still unfinished.
He had to really open up to this process, be brave, be his best. This was no time to air hurt feelings or tearful recriminations. Even if he was left with no one, he’d had such an embarrassment of riches. And there were condoms. He could work something out with someone. He swallowed hard.
Berte stood up. Oh no, Aiden. Zach’s heart sunk a level lower. She said, “She knew she wouldn’t be able to say what she needed to say in English.”
“What? Who?” he asked.
“Anming?” said Ayana.
Holy fucking fuckstorm, he thought. I want to die.
Anming, who had seemed completely carefree up to the moment her name was announced, burst into uncontrollable sobs. Growing up under an authoritarian regime, she had mastered the art of giving nothing away.
She seemed to be speaking Mandarin between sobs. Berte translated, “I love you. So much. But in our culture. We are taught. Everything for the child. Everything, everything for the child. And so. I can’t condemn. My progeny. Through my own weakness of heart. The science is clear. A man cannot have two masters. My master is science. I’m so sorry, my husband. Always, my husband.”
“Should I ask what her plan is?”
“She’s going to live with Aiden,” said Berte.
“You too?” winced Zach.
“Oh, no. I’m staying in Trigonometry,” said Berte. She switched to having her phone speak for her. “I don’t feel comfortable parenting with anyone else, Zach. Sure, all men are interesting for at least one fuck. Some are worth fucking more than once. But only you, you or Ben, can really communicate. And that’s important for raising children. And Ben isn’t here. Communication between parents is more important than genetics. I argued and won.”
“I’m so happy we’ll be together.” He hugged her to him tightly. He couldn’t help it. He started to cry. And then bawl. Babies got upset. Hands fell softly onto his back in support. Men’s hands. Women’s hands. Lots of hands, perhaps everyone’s. He hugged Berte tightly and bawled his guts out.
Often, a really good cry doesn’t last even as long as bad sex, and such was the case here. Before long, Zach was down to hiccups and sniffles. When he was able to look up, almost everyone was crowded around, but Anming and Victor were gone.
“The rest is good news, Zach, good news,” soothed Ayana.
“Colleen and I are sticking with you, Zach,” said Colby. “We’ll be gone half the time. Our children need the continuity, a real family to grow up in while their mom is gone. Throwing a bunch of fathers into the mix and scattering kids all over the place would mess that up. And we don’t want to drag kids around the solar system. So our idea is, one of us will always be here. It will be like having one full-time mom! Except more sexual variety for you, baby! Num num! But seriously, it’ll be much more stable for all the kids to share the same continuous dad. Super important. Our need for continuity won out over the genetics argument.”
“I love it,” said Zach tearfully. “Thanks for staying.”
“All I asked,” said Khushi, “was to be forever with the two people I fell in love with. Now all these other things come up. And it’s just too much. You ask me to lose him when I’ve just found him? I won’t! Zachary is more than a spurting penis to me! I’m staying with Ayana and Zachary! I didn’t win any argument. But I refuse to have anyone else’s baby.”
“That will be fine,” said Ayana. “Nobody is going to force anybody to do anything.”
“Welcome,” said Zach.
“Incidentally, I’m going onto birth control, Zach,” said Colby. “There’s no time for me to wean a second child before I’m gone for two years. But I’ll be baaaack!” She kissed him experimentally, trying to judge his level of upset. She kissed him gently on the lips and left him some space to deal with his emotions. Berte, Colby, Colleen, and Khushi, the remains of Trigonometry, surrounded him and hugged him tight.
“You’ve still got all three engineers and the planetary governor in your harem, baby,” noted Colby. “Not a bad haul.”
Zach stood and slipped out of the gentle arms of his lovers. He caught Aiden by the arm. “You need to tell her to live.”
“Okay?” said Aiden.
“She has a problem with it. If she can’t find something to live for, you need to help her find something to live for.”
Aiden realized Zach was serious. “I’ll tell her. I’ll make sure she has a good answer, keeps having a good answer. I’ll remind her about Victor, how he needs a mother.”
“And make sure she attends her sessions with Colleen and Alexis every week. Make sure.”
“I will. I promise, Zach. I will take care of her. She’ll live to see this through.”
(To be continued)
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88: Wednesday, Kanya 25, 231. 2100 hours OST: Second Wave
The twenty-four months of the Martian year in order: Sagittarius; Dhanus; Capricornus; Makara; Aquarius; Kumbha; Pisces; Mina; Ares; Mesha; Taurus; Rishabha; Gemini; Mithuna; Cancer; Karka; Leo; Simha; Virgo; Kanya; Libra; Tula; Scorpius; Vrishika.
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None of them were watching the sexy romance movie anymore. Zach couldn’t take his eyes off Colleen. The petite test pilot, astronaut, and genuine hero had been sitting between his legs watching the movie. Now she was turned toward him, with her blonde crew cut, her high forehead, and her naughty smile. She stroked and mouthed his cock through his pants. Her wide bright blue eyes swept him, monitoring his growing excitement. She knew by his trembling he was close.
Colby, his ebony delight, the ringleader, tinier even than Colleen, was kissing his neck with her thick sexy lips. She smiled her dazzling smile at him, seeing, as Colleen did, his excitement. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and smooth as silk. These days, she sported tight jet curls, close cropped, that framed her delicate features. Her small strong graceful hands, those of an engineer, a builder, rubbed his hairy chest and stroked his hard nipples.
Berte, short as Colby, pale as Colleen, with wild short blonde hair, was naked from the waist down. The petite sturdy engineer’s tight pussy was pointed at the high ceiling of the split level Trigonometry common room. As usual, her expression was vacant. She was autistic, and thus connected to reality in her own special way. Khushi’s tongue and lips were definitely rocking her world. She was grunting, quivering, and trembling, near another sweaty orgasm.
Holding her legs high, mouth locked on Berte’s sex, was Khushi, the copper-skinned amazon of the group. She was a head taller than Berte, but still fit neatly under Zach’s chin. Her impressive milkers jiggled as she worked on Berte’s quivering vulva with tongue and lips. Seeing her from behind like this, Zach wanted so badly to reach out and knead her muscular dancer’s ass. He chuckled to himself, realizing that he’d retained the two biggest titted women in the crew in his family.
Berte grunted under Khushi and cried, “I need it! Oh-ahh-ahh-ahh!” as she orgasmed wetly.
Colleen said to Colby, “If I tease Zach any more, he’s going to pop in his pants.”
Colby stood up and pulled on Zach. “Onto your feet, baby.” They had his pants down in a moment as Khushi got out of the way. Like a demon possessed, Zach pounced on Berte and squished his straining hard penis into her teased, orgasming cunt. Berte wailed and climaxed immediately as he pounded her wildly. Quickly, he reached his crisis as Berte orgasmed again, "OHwaaaah! OHauunn! Ohmygod!" It was a long, throbbing orgasm for them both. He roared in satisfaction as his ejaculate flowed and flowed.
Colby checked. “He’s overflowed her!” Dribbles of semen ran down from their joining down along Berte’s ass crack. There were high fives among the three standing women. Colby rubbed Zach’s ass gently and lovingly. “Good going, baby.”
This was Berte’s fertile week. The five remaining members of Trigonometry, including Zach, were pulling out all the stops. Next week, Colleen and Khushi would alternate.
The five of them had been perfecting this practice for two months now. They kept Zach excitedly shooting copious semen into the most fertile of them. This meant Colby got no semen, since she was on birth control for her upcoming voyage. She partly made it up to herself by being the ringleader of their vigorous breeding program. The other way she made it up to herself was by discreetly seducing the miners. All men loved variety. Thus, it was not hard to attract them away from the women they should be putting their semen into. The hardest was Jason, since he had all the Breeding Bitches to satisfy. They kept him drained.
Because of the specific nature of the program, Colleen especially was greatly missing her ass fuckings. For many formative years, ass fucking was all of sex to her. It remained nostalgic and a great comfort. The rougher, spankier, and more vigorous it was, the better.
It was mainly Colby that had to listen to Colleen winge about missing her ass fuckings. Anal sex was more like extra spice on the side to Colby. Even so, Colleen’s eloquent expressions of desire made Colby begin to long for it herself. She started daydreaming and masturbating about Zach soon pounding her own pucker again.
Berte’s favorite way to finish sex with Zach was for him to flip her over and deliver his semen deep into her rectum. They had found this at random more than a year ago during the dry run voyage. She swore she felt his semen squirt out better this way. It always made her orgasm, and often squirt. She missed it deeply.
Khushi was not missing anal sex. Ayana, her lesbian lover, had taken the copper skinned engineer and dancer’s anal virginity. Khushi had since allowed Zach her anus. It was not a regular part of their sex life. And it was not missing now for her. Ayana routinely had Khushi in the ass with her strap-on fuck rod. Ayana rammed Khushi hard while kissing her neck and stroking her sensitive nipples. Thus, the lesbian doctor never failed to supply Khushi with massive grunting anal orgasms.
None of the women were missing the taste of semen. It just wasn’t Zach’s semen they were tasting.
Berte was especially the one who loved delivering her blowjobs. For many years, her only sexual interactions with people had been blowjobs and boob jobs. These were done furtively in out-of-the-way places at CERN, her old workplace. From nerdy grad students to nearly dead old researchers, she’d drained them all at one time or another. She especially enjoyed the guilty married ones. But her top favorite ones were the forceful face fuckers.
Colby had made Berte solemnly forswear swallowing Zach’s cum until Trigonometry was all knocked up again. Berte hadn’t promised about the miners, though. And who could resist a ride between little Berte’s pale firm DD milkers or down her silken throat? On more than one occasion, the miners had no semen left to impregnate the women they should.
Khushi was also an excellent cocksucker, but it was more a matter of style than desire for her. She had no difficulty eschewing the practice for the time being.
As for Colleen and Colby, they had gotten better since the beginning of the mission. Zach never needed head; he was excitable. In the present circumstances, allowing Zach into their mouths was a waste of good semen. But others, most notably Jason, needed a fair amount of head to get fully erect. It had primarily been Colby and Colleen’s interest in Jason that had helped hone their oral skills. For now, when they craved a gooey white snack, they got it from one of the miners.
“I want to move again in her,” said Zach. “I need to push!”
“No, get out of there,” scolded Colby. “You know the drill. You need to save your semen. There are plenty of your sperm chasing her egg for now. You can ejaculate in her again in a couple of hours, after you sleep a bit. Okay, sit on the floor. Time to feed you.”
Zach sat on the floor. Berte would remain motionless with her hips elevated for best results. “Here, drink this half liter of water,” said Colby, handing it to him. They had to keep him well hydrated. “Are you hungry?”
“No, thank you,” said Zach.
“Have a protein bar anyway. You need the nutrition.” Colby watched as he ate it all. “Sleepy?”
“Yes, you ladies have been wearing me out.”
“We’ll go up to bed, then. You stay right here, Berte. We’ll come get you in half an hour.” By then, Zach’s semen will have had the maximum effect on the young blonde engineer’s fertile womb.
The other three women took him upstairs to get their pussy juice all over his mouth and nose. This served a dual purpose. The smell of them would excite him tonight and cause him to awaken more frequently and vigorously. It was also an opportunity for the three women to be licked to orgasm. The breeding program was a horny business. The three needed regular relief they weren’t getting from Zach’s creampies.
They found it a good idea to all sleep with him and stay excited themselves. That way, there were a lot of pheromones in the air to keep him horny and full of semen.
A week later, a victorious Berte sat with her enigmatic smile in the midst of her pregnancy party. The celebration was held in the Breeding Bitches Saloon. The whole town was in attendance. “Congratulations, you two,” said Jason. “The Breeding Bitches have been all over me day and night, and still you beat us.”
It was true, Jason had been hard to get to. Colby, Colleen, and Berte had only managed to corner him once in the agricultural dome. Jason and Colby were especially sweet, so she had approached him and started kissing him. As soon as he was putty in her hands, she called in Berte. The petite blonde engineer quietly satisfied her oral urges by sucking him to full hardness. Then Colby took Jason’s creampie with a low, shuddering, satisfied moan. Colleen then appeared to enjoy Jason’s still rigid cock to a few profound anal orgasms. Jason was not unhappy at being used by the three yearning Trigonometry women. He explained away his tiredness to the Breeding Bitches that evening. After all, he was getting old!
“And Aanya,” said Ethan. “She keeps me constantly drained. Still no results.” Though it was true Aanya was a little firecracker, the Trigonometry women found several opportunities to enjoy him in the ways they were missing.
“Anming doesn’t feel comfortable with me discussing such things, especially around Zach,” said Aiden. “I can report that we have been trying without results yet.” The Trigonometry women had gotten no pillow talk from Aiden either. He felt guilty banging Zach’s other women on the side. Berte showed the other two how Aiden liked to be stroked with a gentle finger on the bottom of his scrotum. Then he had been putty in their hands.
“For a lesbian, Ayana is amazing with me,” offered Mateo. “But still no results. We’re envious, Zach.” Mateo had been the easiest for the three women to seduce. It was a morale project to do it. Nailing the three women gave him the strength to keep trying with Ayana. It was much more satisfying for him to be inside women who craved rather than suffered his presence. Berte enjoyed his semen down her throat with her characteristic blank look. Colby loved him in any orifice he chose. Colleen groaned in ecstasy at his nice firm ass fuckings.
“Don’t be envious, Mateo,” said Zach. “There’s a lot of random chance involved.”
Zach spotted Anming glaring at them from across the room. It was the first time he’d laid eyes on her since she broke up with him on Simha 26. When she saw he was looking in her direction, she hastily looked away.
Anming pushed through the crowd, leaned down, and hugged Berte fiercely. The hug lingered. Then abruptly, she pushed through the crowd and left the building. She hadn’t said anything and had faced away from Zach the whole time.
“Don’t take it the wrong way,” said Aiden. “She’s still hurting very hard. She says that not seeing you at all helps some with the pain of it. She still cries about it. I tell her she should forget about genetics and go back to you. She punches me and tells me to shut up. Oh well.”
“That must be hard to put up with. I’m sorry,” said Zach. “Thanks for your support of her.”
“I’m happy to put up with it,” said Aiden. “I feel your hurt, Zach. Because I’m in love with her, too, now. Head over heels, I’m afraid. I remember how you cried, and I absolutely understand, my friend. But unlike you, I don’t think she even likes me. Sure, she thinks I’m a decent fellow. But mostly, she’s dutiful. She needs a lot of attention. I’m smitten, though, so bring it on.”
“Well, thanks for taking care of her, and hang in there,” said Zach. “The most important thing we can bring Anming is freedom of choice. She lived without it for so many years.”
Seeing that Berte was pregnant, Trigonometry redoubled its efforts with Colleen and Khushi. Then, more success. Two weeks after Berte’s success, on Libra 24, Colleen got a positive pregnancy test. The town had an even bigger party that evening. Two for three for Trigonometry right out of the gate! Needless to say, the Breeding Bitches especially were envious. At the party, the five members of Trigonometry agreed to now go all out to impregnate Khushi.
The monopolization of Khushi’s time soon made Ayana angry. The four Trigonometry women went to smooth things over. Ayana agreed to relinquish Khushi when asked provided another Trigonometry girl “replaced” Khushi in her bed. This deal disturbed Khushi, who didn’t like sharing Ayana with anyone, though she knew it happened. Colleen and Berte, especially Berte, didn’t mind being the replacement. Colby was a hard no.
Finally, the miners started chalking up some results. On Tula 3, Charisse found out she was knocked up by Jason, who was ecstatic at their party. A few days after, a test showed that Mateo had delivered the goods to Ayana’s womb. Ayana breathed a sigh of relief. Sex with men was the best way to get pregnant, but it gave her the heebie-jeebies. She was glad the chore was complete.
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May 17, 2045 (Tula 21, 231)
FOR IMMEDIATE PUBLICATION
“Unified Theory of Everything,” Tang, Petrova, et. al.
Abstract: Physicists have long sought a simple self-consistent set of mathematical equations that describe all forces in the universe. Here we put forth mathematical formulas that accurately explain all quantum forces, including quantum gravity, and the relativistic effects thereof. The remainder of this paper describes an assortment of experiments whereby this theory can be supported as being a complete and accurate model of possible universes including our own.
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A month to the day after publishing her long-awaited paper, Anming received a positive pregnancy result. Reluctantly, she agreed to attend a town party in her honor.
Trying to spare her, Zach stayed away from the party. According to accounts he heard afterward, she acted angry and erratic.
The next day, Aiden approached him. “I mentioned to Anming that she could rejoin you now, no harm, no foul. She called herself a ruinous demoness, and that she would sooner cut her own throat than cause you more pain. I immediately called over Colleen. You should know, Zach, that I take any mentions of self-harm from her very seriously. The three of us talked. She’s convinced that you hate her and should kill her. She knows you’re too nice to do that. I don’t know what to do. I think she’s acting against her own best interests and happiness. I love her, so it hurts me to see it.”
“You can tell her from me that I would welcome her back,” said Zach. “I don’t think she’ll ever come back. She’ll never overcome her feelings of guilt enough to communicate with me.”
“You don’t think she’s guilty of anything?” asked Aiden.
“Certainly not,” said Zach. “Arguably, she did what’s best for that kid she’s carrying, your kid, Aiden, and congratulations. I didn’t get a chance to say that at the party.”
The next morning, both Berte and Colleen were decidedly under the weather. Maybe it was morning sickness. Maybe it was bad food. Khushi’s morning insemination was left to Zach and Colby.
Zach was in fine and horny form. Khushi was feeling beleaguered after many weeks of constant attention from the other four. She was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He was giving her oral, and it was feeling fine, but she was still grimacing and struggling with her mood.
“Colby, I know it would be a lot to ask,” Khushi ventured.
“What? You name it, my sweet sister wife. I feel your struggle.”
“I know you’re not into lesbian things,” Khushi said with embarrassment. “Would you mind if I… gave you oral while Zach was having me? It would truly be a tremendous help.”
“Well,” said Colby, wincing. “I see you’re struggling. I don’t want Colleen and Berte to be cross with me later. Okay, I’ll do it.” Nervously, Colby shucked her pajama bottoms. Now Khushi could share Zach’s special private glimpse of heaven. Colby lay her tiny form down in front of Khushi’s face and spread her legs. With both hands, she pulled back her dark ebony nether lips to reveal her juicy pink vaginal opening. It was crowned, they saw, by her pink clitoris mostly concealed beneath its ebony hood.
As Zach entered Khushi, she went to work on Colby’s vulva. Gently, she teased the ebony engineer’s lips, her opening, and her urethra. Colby, embarrassed, looked up and away towards a corner of the ceiling. She looked like she was trying to imagine a man, not a woman, going down on her. She swallowed and kept staring at the ceiling.
This was impossibly hot to Zach. He barely kept from letting go into Khushi right then. He enumerated the bones of the hand to himself, waiting for Khushi to orgasm. He saw that Khushi was savoring Colby’s smell and taste. He felt Khushi’s vaginal walls flutter with excitement as she worked.
Colby was incredibly sensitive to oral stimulation. Even though it was a woman down there, within a minute, she was in heaven. Her hands held Khushi’s head to her for dear life. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing hard, and her hips bucked as she climbed rapidly toward orgasm. For her part, Khushi quivered with excitement at Colby’s smell and taste. Zach barely hung on watching the pair, going slow and enumerating the bones of the foot.
A keening wail squeezed from between Colby’s lips as she orgasmed. Her hips pumped helplessly, fucking into Khushi’s mouth. Khushi crashed into orgasm herself, moaning hard into Colby’s vagina. Her haunches quivered violently in Zach’s iron grip. Crying with relief, he locked into Khushi’s wet fluttering puss and filled it with hot joyous semen. The three sighed together with release and fulfillment.
“Well, I must seem lesbian enough to you, cumming so quick,” said Colby. “I guess Ayana wasn’t lying those one hundred times she told me lesbians do oral better than men.” She chuckled.
“You’re so delicious, darling Colby!” Khushi enthused. “What is that taste?”
“Oatmeal?” ventured Zach.
“That’s it!” said Khushi. “And cannabis.”
“I admit I enjoy my cannabis smoothie before bed these days. It certainly helped me loosen up tonight,” said Colby. “And you Zach, I gather you liked what you saw. I saw you quivering all over like you were about to explode. If I wasn’t so horny, it would have been funny. I think your eyes were bulging.”
“You’re darn right about that,” said Zach. “If I ever have problems, just spread your legs for Khushi again and I’ll be all fountains.”
“Well, you’re both in luck,” said Colby mischievously. “In about two hours, if Colleen and Berte are still under the weather, I’ll do some more nasty-ass lesbian shit with Khushi, okay?”
“Thank you, God,” said Zach.
“Bizarre western deities have nothing to do with it,” said Khushi. “Thank you, Colby.”
A week later, Khushi’s positive pregnancy test and party came. It was a raucous time, as raucous as it could be, considering there were so many toddlers in attendance. When the toddler contingent crashed into sleep, there were enough cribs. The music was very soothing, of the harmonic convergence style, so easy to sleep through. Khushi danced a lot, which always fascinated adults and children alike. Anming was nowhere to be seen.
Walking home alone after Khushi’s party, Zach spotted a shadowy figure trailing him. He stopped, thinking it was one of his wives trying to catch up to him. It was Anming approaching him. She threw herself on the ground at his feet and sobbed. “I can’t live on without you, my huh… my huh… my Zachary!”
“Then be with me,” said Zachary. “You’re all diversely pregnant now, as you felt was your duty. Now you can do what you want, at least for a time. I’ll be fine. I knew we’d have as many chances as you’d want.”
“I can’t betray my husband, my husband Aiden,” Anming gulped and choked, almost retching. “I can’t compound my cruelty with more cruelty, won’t.”
“It won’t be cruel,” said a voice from the darkness, Aiden’s voice. “Yes, I knew what you were up to when I saw you go after Zach. I love you, Anming, which means foremost I want you to be happy. Go with him, for God’s sake. I love you, but I’ll be happier for it.” Victor, who had been weaned by now, was asleep in a bassinet carried by Aiden. He handed the bassinet to Zach.
Anming stood up and dusted herself off carefully. As she dusted, she thought for a few minutes. She produced a wet wipe and wiped her face and hands, which were covered with dust from the ground.
She reached out slowly and clasped Zach’s hand. He felt her shaking like a leaf. She turned to face Aiden. “Very well, my husband… my husband Aiden… I will do as you direct. I will see you tomorrow evening so that we may discuss this further.” With that, she led Zach off toward the apartments at a rapid pace.
When the four women of Trigonometry came home later, they found Zach’s door locked. A woman was crying out shrilly and desperately in orgasm behind it. The screams were unrecognizable, more like those of a wild animal than a woman. “It doesn’t sound familiar. Who could it be?” Colby mused.
“It’s definitely Anming,” said Berte. “Definitely.”
“How could it be?” said Colleen. “It doesn’t sound remotely like her. It sounds unrestrained, abandoned, wild.”
“Whoever it is just shouted ‘fuck your dirty trollop’ in Mandarin,” said Berte.
“If that’s Anming, something fundamental has changed,” said Colleen.
“Sounds like a woman enjoying life to the utmost,” said Khushi.
“Exactly,” said Colleen.
The next morning, the sounds of unrestrained passion continued. Colby knocked to see if they wanted breakfast, but there was no answer other than continued cries of pleasure. At breakfast, they confirmed it must be Anming in there.
That evening, Anming and Zach emerged for dinner and to talk with Aiden. Anming vowed to both men she would prove a woman really could have two masters. She promised to resort to any depraved limits of human behavior required. As she described this, she licked her lips, and looked excited by the challenge, sexually and otherwise.
Practically speaking, this looked like Anming resuming her former place and duties around the Trigonometry household. During the day, she worked at a table next to Aiden’s in the mining workspace. Whenever Anming saw that Aiden wasn’t completely content, she would drag him away somewhere private for a “break.” This happened several times a week, but not every day.
Whenever either husband requested sex or anything else within her power, she supplied it immediately and joyfully. She made the same promise to each man. If they ever wanted sex at the same time, she would regrettably be forced to supply both at once. “How would you do that?” asked Zach.
“Any way you both wanted me,” she said.
“I remember us discussing this. Wouldn’t it terrify you?”
“Not with my two husbands.” It looked like the prospect thrilled her.
Colleen told both men that miraculously, Anming had forgiven herself, and no longer needed whippings or other torture from Alexis to assuage her guilt. “Perhaps I’ve learned that life is guilt,” said Anming on this topic. “To be human is to be guilty.”
Zach broached the subject with Aiden, but Aiden was shy about the idea. Zach didn’t push it. Such things had to be agreeable to all.
The following spring, Alexis’s pregnancy party on Capricornus 13, 232, Aanya’s on Makara 5, and Colette’s on Aquarius 6 filled out the crew’s second wave of ten babies. Colby was the only crewmate to opt out because of her upcoming two year journey to Earth.
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November 20, 2045 (Aquarius 7, 232)
Dear Zach,
Colby invited me to come to Mars on the next rocket. It leaves in three months. If I come, I will not be bringing a boyfriend. I will, however, be bringing your daughter Giselle. Do you think there’s a place for me there? Do you think I’ll enjoy it? I suppose if I don’t like it, I can come back to Earth after two years. What do you think?
Sincerely,
Becky Baines Esq.
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Aquarius 8, 232
Dear Becky,
Sincerely? Sincerely! I love you, dummy! Get your ass out here! I have eight bedrooms, and only five of them are occupied. That will dwindle to four by the time you arrive. Plenty of room! If you prefer, we can take it slow and date for a while. However, I think we’ll realize in seconds we click like we always have. However you want to proceed, there’s free childcare!
Love,
Zach
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In the succeeding months, ten babies were born, six girls and four boys. Berte’s came first, a boy she named Jan Carson Kaufman after her father.
In the midst of these joyful months, while Aanya, Alexis, and Colette were still pregnant, something happened. It was in the month of Taurus, on their one Martian year anniversary of landing on Mars, Taurus 10.
Jan was about five months old and being weaned. Berte came to Zach and said, “I want to go on a trip for a week. Can you take care of Jan while I’m away?”
“Sure,” said Zach. “We have plenty of expressed milk in the fridge, and the others will help. Also, Jan is taking well to formula. Where are you going?”
“Oh, just around a few nearby stars. I’m testing a new propulsion system.”
“Around nearby stars?!?! That sounds dangerous! Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Relax, Zach. I’ve tested a dozen robotic prototypes. The system works perfectly. It’s just that you can’t even navigate out of the solar system by remote control. The time lag is too great. I have to test it in person.”
“Okay… you be safe, okay?”
“I solemnly promise you I’ll stay safe. I’ll only be away a little over a week.”
Three months later, they heard from her.
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Dear Crewmates,
At first, I was tentative in planning my first voyage. I figured I would go slow and just perform an interplanetary maneuver here in the solar system. But at the last minute, I decided to make a serious test of my invention. The Spatial Aperture Propulsion drive (SPAP) is based on Anming’s Theory of Everything. In fact, it is experimental proof her model of reality is accurate.
Unfortunately, I was so excited to get underway that I failed to account for the effects of relativistic time. In my reference frame, the voyage will take a little over a week. In your reference frame, about fifty Martian years or a hundred Earth years will pass. I expect that most of you will be dead by the time I get back. Whoops!
I can’t change my flight plan now. Calculating a new path would take longer in my reference frame than staying the course, unfortunately. A tricky business, finding the perfect set of heavenly bodies to quantum entangle with.
Zach, I love you, and I’ll miss probably never seeing you alive again. Please raise Anna and Jan for me. Chances are good I’ll meet them again before they die, so that will be good. They’ll be able to tell me whether you did a good job, so I’ll check up on you!
The patents have already been filed on Mars and with the various Earth governments. These have been assigned to the corporation. Have fun raking in the cash! Speaking of cash, please hold my assets in trust for me until my return.
Feel free to send me messages. I’ll try to keep up, but since you guys are experiencing time about 5,000 times faster than I am, I could easily fall behind. I will try to get back to you in your respective lifetimes, but it may be difficult. Even so, send me the messages. I promise I’ll read them all eventually.
Have fun, and don’t worry about me. I’m having a great time!
Love and Kisses,
Berte Kaufman.
PS: Zach, upon my return, it is my tentative plan to boink one or more of your great grandsons. Please make sure there is a wide selection of them available to choose from!
(To be continued)
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89: Monday, Mithuna 15, 232. 1200 hours OST: Mission Two Landing
They’d received the note from Berte only two days before Colby was due to depart. Zach was a wreck. And now Colby’s departure cut that much deeper. He was relieved temporarily from childcare duty. Anming, Colleen, and Khushi stayed with him constantly. Often, they all went to the semiconductor fab with Khushi, since that project really could not wait. Ayana was sympathetic to Zach’s loss. She didn’t begrudge Khushi’s extra absences.
Colby had to leave. She left to do necessary and expected business on Earth. Mateo left to be the pilot he was born to be, starting with Colby’s ride back to Earth. They would be gone every two years for a long time. Then there was Colleen. She would switch with Colby in two years to go be the pilot she was born to be.
Zach had no illusions about fathering any more children with either of those women. Colby and Colleen were trying to be gentle with him, but c’mon. They both knew he would raise any child of theirs no matter who the father was. And they were scientists. They would choose genetic diversity when it came down to it. So easy to choose it, being away from Zach for two years at a time. Family cohesion was handled as long as they wanted it to be. Where they got their semen must entirely be their own business.
As he watched Colby and Mateo disappear into orbit, he had no doubt who would father Colby’s next child. The jets of flame for him evoked jets of Mateo’s semen shooting up into Colby’s welcoming twat. The jets might already be happening. Those excursion vehicles practically flew themselves. The pilots were there for emergencies only. And what could be more of an emergency than the first wet consummation of a long, intimate voyage? It would be just the two of them together for six months with nothing to do but fuck.
He realized he shouldn’t be bitter. He’d had his time with the petite ebony goddess. Now it was Mateo’s turn to provide the loving and the genes. He drew some comfort from the thought that Mateo in his turn would no doubt be cast aside. He hoped for Colby’s sake that donor number three would be a business type. She needed someone she could talk stocks, balance sheets, and cap tables with. Doctors and astronauts were shit at that.
He knew some employees of their corporation were coming tomorrow, Becky Baines being one of these. He knew there would be a crew of twelve astronauts assembled by NASA. This was effectively Mars Colony Mission Two, but they were employees of the corporation now. Some tourists were supposed to be showing up. The crew for the other interplanetary vessel was arriving, also NASA astronauts. A bunch of prospectors, miners, and geologists were arriving. Some were employees, some not.
The next morning, four excursion vehicles landed with eight passengers apiece. Zach was there by himself to greet them. Colleen was the planetary governor. Khushi was their last remaining engineer. Anming was overwhelmed caring for the kids, including Berte’s. His wives had important stuff to do. It was probably quite a relief to them to get away from his bottomless grief.
Colleen was busy, and had delegated the task of greeting the new arriving colonists to him. It was time for him to suck it up and slap on his professional smile. His heartbreak shouldn’t be anybody else’s problem.
The first biped to come down the pressure corridor was a woman with great big tits. Her flight suit barely restrained them. She was a brunette with long straight hair. She had a light complexion, and as she drew near, he saw mesmerizing emerald eyes. Upon seeing him, she burst into a smile like they were old friends. “Doctor Zachary Carson, I presume.” He couldn’t place the accent.
“At your service,” he said. It seemed natural to reach for her hand, to kiss it. “And you are?”
“Doctor Noa Mizrahi,” she said. She looked at him gravely. “I’m sorry for your loss, for Berte. I’m a psychiatrist, therapist, and counselor. And I’m at your service.”
“That name is familiar,” he said. “Not from NASA.”
“Yes, bestselling author. Internet celebrity. Sex therapist. No, not NASA. Alexis hired me.”
“Alexis?”
“Yes,” she smiled shyly. “I’m to be the Breeding Bitches Saloon’s first whore.”
Zach hardly missed a beat. “Then I will call you Dulcinea.”
“Oh my, Becky was right,” she said. “You are a charmer." She took both his hands between her small hands and gazed deeply into his eyes. How was it that women seemed able to know everything about him?
"I'm messing with you a little," she continued. "It's hard to summarize my position in a word. Perhaps 'courtesan,' but that's pretentious. No, I prefer 'whore.' Especially if you will call me Dulcinea.” She slid one arm around his waist and hugged him close. Her breasts rubbed deliciously on his side. “Will you escort me to the saloon, my gallant knight?”
“I will in just a moment. I’m waiting for someone.”
“Does she have everyone wrapped around her little finger?”
What had Becky been up to? “That’s not her style. Unless...”
“Is she now, by proud proclamation, two years and one month old?”
“You’ve met Giselle.”
“See for yourself.”
A small tot marched toward them down the pressure corridor. She held a toy in her hand, a small plastic animal. She stopped in front of him and peered up at him with golden eyes. Her coloring was halfway between his and Becky’s, very light brown skin, light brown hair. She opened her mouth, then clapped it shut and rushed to hug herself against Noa tightly.
Noa stroked her hair. “He is very nice, my angel. Already, I’m completely charmed.”
The tot glared up at the big breasted psychiatrist and addressed her sternly. “I see you already have him. Because we are the dearest of friends, Auntie Noa, you may share him with my mother. For sharing. Sometimes. If you are very polite.”
Noa laughed nervously, let go of Zach, and lifted the tot into her arms. “If you are arranging your father’s social life, don’t you think you ought to at least say hello to him?”
Clutching herself tightly to Noa, Giselle looked over and said, “Hullo,” defiantly.
“Hello. I’m charmed,” said Zach softly. Giselle reminded him a bit of Gaia, or a lighter skinned Mina. So talkative, though, and all over language, just like her mom. Berte would like-
Grief caught in his throat. He coughed and reclaimed himself.
Giselle said, “I must record messages to all my friends back on Earth and tell them I’ve arrived safely.” She flew her plastic horse between the two adults. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“Do you want to give your father a hug?” asked Noa.
Giselle shook her head.
“I see you’ve met my empress of the universe,” said Becky Baines from behind them.
Zach whirled. She looked uncertain, and young enough to be in high school in that flight suit of hers. She was loaded up with two big soft bags. Gently, he gathered her up in his arms, bags and all, and kissed her deeply. She dropped the bags and hugged and kissed him back.
When they finally came up for air, Becky said, “I never thought I’d see you again. Could it be this easy?”
“Yes,” said Zach.
“Looks like it to me,” said Noa.
“You carry mommy,” said Giselle, addressing Zach. “And you carry me,” she told Noa.
In this way, they set out for the Breeding Bitches Saloon and day care.
The day care part of the Breeding Bitches Saloon expanded on a daily basis. In one fenced-in area, a maelstrom of two-year-olds were running around and playing with toys. Colleen had Anna, Berte’s two year old daughter, sitting in her lap.
His grief over Berte crushed him. For now they had told the kids their mother was away on her trip. A far more serious conversation was looming. The thought of it destroyed him.
Along with Anna in Colleen’s lap was Mina, Colby’s daughter. Ayana was elsewhere settling some dispute between two tots over a toy.
The other fenced in area held the younger generation. Ages among these seven babies ranged from six to nine months. Anming and Michaela presided over this younger lot. The oldest, Jan, Berte’s baby, was crawling.
The boy would never know his mother. How could Zach ever be enough?
Noa said, “I’m in love.” She carried Giselle through the gate into the toddler section and set her down. Giselle clutched Noa’s leg and looked gravely at the other children.
“I want to show you your bedroom,” said Zach to Becky.
“Sweetheart,” Becky said to Giselle. “Do you want to stay here with Auntie Noa and play or come with mommy?”
“Mommy,” said the tot immediately, and held out her arms.
There were four bedrooms adjoining the central common area of Trigonometry. One was occupied by Zach, one by Anming, and one by Colleen. Khushi lived with Ayana. Zach showed Becky and Giselle into the fourth bedroom.
It had been Berte’s bedroom. Berte’s things were now in storage. Zach swallowed and continued living.
Becky peeled off her flight suit. “Both crews want to meet you, Zach. If it’s too much, I understand. You’ve just lost Berte. Her voyage has been all over the news the past two days. Everyone knows you were close. Everyone will understand. You don’t need to entertain me or anybody. Just be with your grief, first and foremost.”
“Mommy, he can see your naked bits!”
“Never fear, sweetie. He’s seen them before. That’s how I got you.”
Indeed, Zach saw Becky’s pert brown breasts and dark nipples, perfectly poised in the Martian gravity. Her mons was neatly shaved. The crotch of her panties was moist with anticipation, and stuck to her. His penis swelled in response to the sight.
Giselle spun to address him. “Get out anyway. Mommy is dressing.” She pushed him out the door. He didn’t resist.
Becky strode naked past them, covering her breasts. “Mommy needs to shower before the party.” She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked. He had never wanted more to shuck his clothes and climb in with her. With Giselle present, though, it wouldn’t be right.
Giselle’s duty as guardian of her mother’s nakedness was discharged. She wandered into the bedroom to rifle through the luggage.
Zach raised his voice from the hall. “They deserve to be greeted. This is their big day. And Berte...” The name caught him. He breathed and continued, “She’s not dead, only postponed, and that’s something. It’s actually kind of fun that she’ll get to meet my great grandchildren. And her own as well.” He thought it was better than her being fully dead at least.
He pushed into the bathroom and addressed her hazy form through the fog. It was his fault. He said, “I should have gone with her, into the future. The kids and I should have gone with her.”
“You had no way of knowing, and no, you shouldn’t have, Zach. You have more than a dozen other kids here who need a father.”
“Mommy needs you to stay,” said Giselle from the bathroom doorway. “They all need you to stay. They wouldn’t shut up about it.”
“What Giselle is talking about is that there might be a rescue mission mounted in a few years. It would be as soon as they can make more of these drives,” Becky said. “At least that’s what was conjectured on the news.”
“That’s a good thing,” said Zach.
They left Trigonometry to return to the Breeding Bitches Saloon. Everyone was there to greet the newcomers. Becky lit up the room in her business hentai skirt, subtle but effective makeup, and heels. All the founders and a few of the other new women had also dressed for the party. Most of the women and all the men who had landed still wore their flight suits.
Upon entering the saloon, Zach and Becky ran into a beautiful brunette talking animatedly with a slight, nerdy Indian woman. Both young women looked barely old enough for grad school. The brunette had a shirt, red slinky dress on and was carefully made up. She had a lovely face and some sizable titties, rivaling only Noa’s in size. Her dark hair and eyes contrasted greatly with her perfect skin, pale as ivory. The bespectacled young Indian woman had some luscious C-sized titties for her size and shape.
All women’s tits looked so glorious on Mars. It was a blessing. Eyes up, Zach.
“Zach,” said Becky, gesturing toward the brunette in the luscious red dress. “This is Martha." Pointing to the slight bespectacled Indian woman, Becky said, "And this is Adah." Becky turned to Martha and said, "You see, he is real. And like I promised, here he is, talking to you."
Martha didn't miss a beat. “You look like you need this,” she said, pressing her drink into his hand. It was an ice cold cannabis vodka, about half finished. Her lipstick was on the rim. “Let’s go get me a replacement.” She grabbed his hand and led him towards the bar, leaving the other women behind.
Alexis was tending the bar. “Ha ha,” she said. “I might have known. Zach starts his evening by escorting around the biggest cans on Mars. Nnhh!” This pronouncement appeared to give Alexis great pleasure.
“Alexis, isn’t it?” asked Martha amiably. “Another cannabis vodka, if you please. As you can see, Zach has taken mine. I hope he doesn’t stop at that.”
Alexis had a bunch of the drinks already set up. She slid one out to Martha, exclaiming, “Aah!” and gritting her teeth. With an intensely horny stare at Martha’s chest she requested, “Show me your titties!”
“I beg your pardon?” said Martha.
“For the drink! The first drink was free, but now, flash your tits! It’s an age-old custom,” Alexis assured her. She closed her eyes and groaned in obvious orgasm. She put her head down and pounded her fist on the bar several times.
“Just to you?” Martha smirked.
“Zach, can you come around the bar? And also, allow me to introduce you to my bartending assistant Jason.” The mature black miner appeared sheepishly from under the bar. He sported his killer smile. He must have wiped his mouth, thought Zach.
“Oh, hello,” said Martha, turning on her brilliant smile and taking Jason’s hand over the bar. “I was beginning to think this woman had a screw loose.”
“No, my screws are all very tight,” Alexis enthused.
“Are you under there all the time?”
“I wish,” grinned Jason. “Normally, I work for our illustrious mayor in another capacity. I prospect for minerals.”
“For being an assistant bartender, I pay him entirely in titty flashes,” said Alexis. “And I want to reward his extraordinary level of service. So?”
By this time, Zach joined Alexis and Jason behind the bar.
Martha carefully took the spaghetti straps of her red dress off her shoulders. From there, she folded down the front to unleash her sweet knockers. They bounced out in the low Martian gravity, looking massive, melon-shaped, with prominent, suckable nipples. Her areolae were light tan against the pale skin of her breasts. They were stiff with either cold or excitement, probably both. Zach, Alexis, and Jason gaped. The partiers nearby couldn’t help but glance over.
“Woo! May I feel?” begged Alexis.
“No, but Zach can.” Martha smiled and pointed her breasts at him encouragingly.
“Well, don’t keep the lady waiting!” Alexis said.
How did he get roped into these things? In for a penny, in for a pound. He reached out and gently stroked and teased her nipples. He grabbed her nipples firmly with his fingers. Gently, he dialed them back and forth like combination locks to Martha's heart: back and forth, back and forth. Based on her expression, he was getting closer to the correct numbers. She laid her tits down on the bar and closed her eyes, enjoying the attention thoroughly. When she opened her eyes to look at him again, he stopped.
With a smile, she somehow recaptured her bazookas with the top of her dress. Her iron hard nipples raked the front of it. She put her spaghetti straps up on her shoulders. Presentable? Her nips were so hard that her areolae were standing out against the tight red dress. He didn't know about presentable, but she looked great to him! Certainly the life of the party.
“Be sure to drop by for more drinks,” said Jason, entranced.
“Get back to work,” Alexis ordered, grabbing his hair and pushing him down under the bar.
Zach rejoined Martha on the customer side of the bar. When he arrived, she grabbed him and whispered hotly into his ear. “Now you’ll have to finish what you started, mister!”
What an enterprising woman Martha was, thought Zach. Now it would seem not just rude but cruel to refuse her.
As Martha turned around, he saw several nearby men, Ethan and Aiden among them, rake her chest with their eyes. He leaned on the bar and took a moment to look around the crowded room. It was filled with strange and familiar faces both. It bustled with raucous conversation, laughing, and the displaying of tots and babies.
His eyes were wrenched to an unbelievably gorgeous redhead talking to Colleen. She was of similar height and youth. She made the truly beautiful Colleen look plain. Her hair was a flame of deep coppery red. Her eyes widened, and she laughed at something Colleen said. She had some generous knockers on her, too. This appeared to be a generally well-endowed group of young women!
“I know, she’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Martha whispered. “That’s Stacy. She’s my fellow botanist, my colleague. And before you ask, yes, I’m certain that’s her natural hair color. I watched her shave her mound. Wouldn’t you?”
He thought he saw Berte out of the corner of his eye. His heart leapt for a moment, but it was nothing.
Then he saw this girl, stuffed into a corner, talking to a tall, quite handsome man. She was so entrancing it was like true love as soon as his eyes fell on her. Her hair was a light, almost silvery blonde. She was medium height, with a generous figure. So delicate!
“I might have known she’d catch your eye,” said Martha. “Heck, I am very cis, and I’d do her! That’s Sierra, the mission commander from the other vessel. I don’t know her. I understand she’s exclusive with Dallas, that mouth-watering hunk she’s talking to. What a handsome couple! Perhaps the four of us could swing.”
“You have things all planned out for me, don’t you?” Zach said.
Martha studied him. “Don’t worry, I know what you folks get up to here, and I'm okay with it. There are two paid cable TV shows about you back on Earth. Very racy!”
“And entirely conjecture,” said Zach.
“Never fear, I’m not the grasping type, Zach,” she smiled at him and stroked the back of his neck with one hand. “Finish your drink. If you promise not to neglect me, we can pick up Stacy on our way out the door.”
In that moment, nothing sounded better than to bury his face between Martha’s massive tits, fuck her brains out and forget the universe. Or maybe Stacy could ride his face while Martha took care of his nether regions. Then they could switch. A word would do it.
Forgetting the universe: that’s what he really wanted. It was all optimism, though. Even he could see it right in front of him. Martha’s straining knockers, now freed of the crushing gravity of Earth, would tempt mortal men to sell their souls. He was not a man, though, but a basket case. He would probably break down in tears at some point. He might mutter Berte’s name under his breath. Nice hopeful women shouldn’t be subjected to such things their first night on Mars. Even though they would probably understand and blah, blah, blah, that would only make it worse.
His wives equally should not suffer him. They had their own sharp suffering over Berte to confront. No, there was only one real ethical thing to do. He must hire Noa the whore and pay her extra hazard pay to deal with his broken, blubbering self. That was the only ethical thing.
“Zach? Did your brain lock up before you could answer me? Well, this ought to revive you.” Martha put her fingers under his nose, and he smelled mangoes, excitement, and athletic sex. He smelled legs spread wide and screams of intense passion. She had put her hand down into her panties and come up with a fragrant dose of her own wetness. He almost fainted from the shock of it. His penis reflexively sprang to life.
The shock cleared his head. And the scent, though unrelated, reminded him of Becky. This was the first night of the rest of their lives together. His inattentiveness in any direction would hurt her deeply. And it would hurt Giselle, which was too sad and scary a thought to contemplate. So what was he thinking? It was time for him to suck it up. He had miles to go before he slept, and promises to keep.
“I’m afraid I must neglect you tonight, just for tonight,” groaned Zach. He was still under the spell of Martha’s scent. His eyes locked on her hard nipples. “You know Becky Baines?”
“Oh shit, that’s right,” Martha said, dropping her hand. A momentary look of anguish crossed her features, then her smile returned. “And I don’t want to get on Giselle’s bad side. She will slap a bitch.”
His head began to clear. “Haha, yeah, she seems a little terror.”
“Oh yeah. Go, just go. If Giselle is still awake and sees me with you...”
“Can we talk more tomorrow?”
“I’d like that,” replied Martha.
“So would I,” said Zach. “Until then?”
“Yes,” said Martha. “Now go, before Giselle singles me out for retribution.”
They laughed and hugged, a nice long hug. From Martha's side, it was a full body hug, long, tight, and desperate. It really made him want to stay.
“One last thing, Zach,” said Martha plaintively. “You live up to your reputation.”
Then Zach turned to spot Becky. She was up against the wall near the door. A handsome Indian man, one of the geologists perhaps, had his arm on the wall blocking Becky’s escape. He was only Becky’s height, but he had a presence about him. He was saying something charming, and Becky was smiling and nodding appreciatively. His other hand plucked gently at the hem of her miniskirt.
As Zach approached, Becky made eye contact with him. She made some hasty excuse to her suitor and moved him firmly away with one arm. She marched away from Zach and toward the day care area where the toddlers were all sleeping.
Zach caught up to her. As he did, she said, “Let me check the arrangements for Giselle with Noa. You start off, and I’ll follow you over.”
“I’ll walk with you,” Zach offered. She stopped and turned to him, gave him a look. He knew that look from her. It came to him that she was trying not to hurt her hopeful suitor’s feelings. At any rate, she had other stuff to do. He amended, “I’ll see you over there.”
On the way out the door, the crowd parted for him. It was as if to say poor Zach, what he must be going through. Thankfully, nobody tried to engage him in conversation.
Abruptly, he was out in the deep dark of the Martian night under the dome. It was chilly. His grief for Berte ate a hole in him as he walked. Here in the dark quiet, it was inescapable.
Once through the door at home, he sat on a nearby couch waiting for Becky. He felt like sending Berte a message, but it was impossible. By the time they’d received her first message a few days ago, she had already been traveling for three months in their frame of reference. Basically, she had so much of a head start on any message they could send, she’d only receive it upon her eventual return.
Light, the fastest medium they could employ, only traveled fractionally faster than she did. She was three light months away from Mars right now. But by the time a message they sent reached her current location, she’d be nearly three light months farther away. So their message would never catch up.
Another way to think about this was that her trip in her frame of reference would take only a week. Light in both their frames of reference traveled the same distance in the same time. So in her frame of reference, given the messages would take the same time to travel, she would already be back before any of their messages had a chance to reach her.
Berte, on the other hand, could send them all the messages she wanted. In their frame of reference, they had 5,000 times more time in which to receive them. That’s relativity for you.
Zach sent Berte a message anyway. It said: “I miss you terribly.” He followed it up with a message to Colby: “I miss you, and I’m hurting over Berte. I know we planned this, but it’s hard. I won’t let this change me, make me bitter. I’m fighting back.”
Becky swept through the door with a smile. “We have the night to ourselves. Giselle is sleeping over at Auntie Noa’s.” She climbed into his lap. She smoothed her miniskirt up and out of the way. She ground her panties against his leg.
“What if Auntie Noa has a client?”
“Auntie Noa will handle it with her usual aplomb,” replied Becky. “And why are you so interested in Noa’s clientele?” She ground against him more. His penis, rubbed by her bouncing leg and ass, filled with blood. It had been easy to forget that she knew how to turn him on better than any other woman. She’d had years of practice, and she hadn’t forgotten them. She smiled victoriously as she felt his penis strain erect against her camel toe.
“I know,” she said, regarding him sternly. “You want to bury your face in those giant knockers, don’t you? Don’t worry. You can have ‘em. Noa’s a good friend, and besides, I’m not jealous. I learned my lesson back on Earth when I gave up and joined your crowd in bed. By coming here, I’ve signed up for the open marriage like everyone else. Can tonight be for me, please, and for these?” She pulled off her warm sweater to reveal her nakedness from the waist up.
Her breasts sprang up like twin fauns, all beautiful soft brown skin with tight, erect dark nipples. His lips flew to them. He had missed them so much. “Ahh!” she cried. Becky’s left tit filled his mouth and his senses.
He set aside thoughts of Berte, of her and Colby, and that neither might ever be his again. Then he spent a moment of guilty arousal thinking about Martha's prominent nipples.
At the beginning of his relationship with Becky, his conscience had been clear. He thought he wouldn’t be chosen for the mission. Back then, he dreamed of a life with Becky. He would have worked in the background of the space program. He would have come home to Becky every night. It would have been enough to keep him from becoming impossibly and catastrophically involved with his ephemeral coworkers. “You are staying on Mars, right?”
“Yes,” Becky cooed, holding his face in her hands. “I never want to be apart from you ever again, okay? And it makes sense for me to lead our legal team from here, where I can put my hands on our assets." She reached down to lightly stroke his hard cock through his slacks. "I’m never leaving you again, do you hear?”
“I hear.”
“Now, knock me up! I haven’t had sex in six months! I’ve gotten off birth control. Giselle wants a baby brother.”
“First, I want to taste where you’ve been.” With a whoop from Becky, Zach grabbed her up and carried her to his bedroom.
He shouldered his door shut and laid her down gently on his bed.
“I want you deep in me. You can skip the tongue bath.”
“I want to smell and taste you.” He pulled off her shoes and panties. She was down to only her miniskirt. He flipped it up and took a big whiff of her. She was dripping wet and quivering with readiness. She smelled of her own unique excitement, primarily. A pungent, insistent sweetness. He tasted that she’d had a drink and some of those spicy hors d’oeuvres at the party.
“Please darling!”
Zach thrust down his slacks and undies. His penis sprang out rampant. Her vaginal walls clutched him slickly and greedily as he forced her open. “Aaugh! Oh God YES!”
His thrusts were fast, hard, and insistent.
Every minute or so, she moaned and quivered, whimpered, “Ohmygod! My God?!” She seemed surprised by the bliss of it over and over.
After several minutes, Zach shone with sweat as his body tensed more and more.
“Let it out!” she shrieked. “Oh God fill me!”
“RAAAAAAH!!” Zach locked into Becky with a roar. His semen shot and spurted into her. Spent, he collapsed gently onto her as his semen oozed out around the edges of his softening penis.
“Get off, I want to lift my hips up,” insisted Becky. He did. The semen gushing down onto her ass crack stopped as she pointed her mushy puss toward the ceiling. “Sorry to be abrupt, but I’m serious, Zach. I think this is my fertile week.”
“Have semen, will travel.”
“Oh I forgot Berte’s advice. Get hard and in me, Zach. Don’t mess up my angle. Mmmff!” This last because he slid his cock into Becky’s mouth.
A few hours later, Zach quietly left a sleeping Becky in his bedroom. He was thinking about a snack when he heard gentle rustling downstairs in the dark.
He descended the stairs silently. A woman was wrestling on one of the couches with a man. She spoke some Mandarin, trying to be quiet.
It was Anming.
In the dark, he could make out she was half undressed. The man muttered back a terse reply in Mandarin and returned to his cunnilingual task. “Ohhhh, uh, eeeep!” Anming whimpered.
Zach slipped quietly up the stairs and into his bedroom. Becky was snoring gently. He dressed hastily and returned silently to the landing.
The man was now covering Anming in the missionary position, hips thrusting. Her legs were splayed wide to receive him fully. She whimpered and orgasmed with increasing volume and abandon as Zach watched.
He crept to the bottom of the stairs. The man covering Anming made his final ecstatic thrust into her and groaned with pure satisfaction. Anming whimpered something to him in Mandarin. Her toes curled as the stranger grunted with pleasure and pumped her full of his semen.
Zach snuck silently off to the far door over in the other condo and quietly let himself out. There was a little too much distraction in his house at the moment. He needed to think.
Outside, the cold fresh air of the dome felt wonderful. He smiled thinking of Anming’s frisky antics. Wouldn’t she be mortified if she ever found out he’d seen or known what she’d done? She was stuck in her Chinese social norms. On the other hand, she was relentlessly horny. Even handling two husbands didn't sate her thoroughly enough to prevent this.
Perhaps this was a burgeoning third husband? Anming wasn’t one for dalliances, though he supposed Jason had counted as this. Jason had to work on her with all the help Colby could offer to finally wear down her defenses, though.
So, perhaps not a mere dalliance. And this guy could speak Mandarin. Interesting. He would try to not be too curious about his identity, which shouldn’t matter to him.
He wasn’t offended she was exercising her open marriage rights. Anming knew he was busy tonight with Becky. He supposed Aiden must be busy tonight as well. What was a relentlessly horny Chinese girl to do? Snicker! And she’d done it right there in the common area. He expected she had been trying to avoid going all the way. Thus, she hadn’t led the man into her bedroom. It looked like she hadn't been able to resist him on the couch, all the same. Hopefully, she would have no regrets.
Well, good for her for getting some. And with a Chinese speaker to boot! No harm, no foul. God, what an erotic sight, seeing her toes curl like that as that stranger’s semen pumped into her. Zach was such a voyeur; it made him flushed and urgent to think about it. He wondered whether her toes curled like that when he finished in her. It was difficult to look behind himself and see. Plus, he was generally distracted at that moment. He’d have to ask Colleen. She’d seen them have sex.
Thinking of Colleen, he considered returning to the party. It was probably going strong. No doubt Colleen had already snuck off with some new stud from the landing. Alexis or others would be there partying hardy.
His feet led him to the door of the Breeding Bitches’ Saloon, and he entered. The toddlers were all gone off to bed by now. A raucous group of a dozen remained, crowding around the bar.
Aanya and Ethan were busy serving the drinks. Ayana and Khushi sat close together, part of the conversation. They both smiled when they saw him. The stunning platinum blonde Martha had called Sierra sat next to her sweetheart Dallas. They were having an exchange with Colleen. Everyone was listening in.
“Speak of the devil,” said Sierra. Zach realized she was talking about him. His heart fluttered. Goddamn, she was good looking! It almost hurt to look at her.
Colleen wore a fetching blue party dress, low neckline, or breast line, high hem. The skirt barely hid her panties. “Where’s Becky?” she asked.
Zach licked his lips. “She’s asleep.” Khushi was giving him those eyes. She was in a fetching gold skirt nearly as short as Colleen’s. He went over to Khushi and kissed her passionately. Both she and Ayana had been drinking. The kiss got wetter and nastier. Ayana giggled.
“Doesn’t that make you jealous?” asked Sierra.
“Dibs on the next kiss,” Colleen said. “To answer your question, it doesn’t make me jealous. Khushi is a wife, too, just like Anming and me. And now Becky. Becky Baines, attorney-at-law: that woman is so fucking smooth. She has this hypnotic effect to bend you to her will. It's scary, I tell you.”
“You know it,” said a short brunette with big tits that Zach didn’t know. She was cuddling nearby with a drunk-looking Indian guy. He had a spiritual face.
“You’re my first sweetheart,” said Zach, kissing Colleen as fiercely as he had kissed Khushi.
Colleen broke the kiss. “Am not.”
“I wouldn’t have come here without you,” said Zach, looking deep into Colleen’s eyes. She’d had a few as well, and was apparently turning maudlin.
“Aww. Okay.” They kissed wetly. He sat down beside her.
“With, what’s your name again? Khushi?” asked Sierra. “How does that even work?”
Surprisingly, Ayana answered. “She usually sleeps with me. A few times a week, she goes over to Zach’s to get a dose of dick. It’s her guilty perversion. Hah!”
Khushi slapped Ayana lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t be coarse. I love you both.”
Ayana continued, “I get it. I’ve had him, had his… it,” she said. “It’s not my thing, but I can imagine the appeal.” She hugged Khushi tight. “If she’s kissing me at the same time, and I can imagine it’s her, it’s not a bad sex toy.”
“You’re incorrigible,” said Khushi.
“We’re good friends, aren’t we Zach?”
“The best,” said Zach.
“Damn right,” said Ayana. “And if she needs to get pregnant, or Zach is feeling low, I give her up even more.”
“I’ll bear only his children,” Khushi said defiantly. “Genetics be cursed.”
“No, I get it. I mean, the only one father part, not the jealousy part,” said Sierra. “And Zach, is it true you bend Colleen or some other of them over the dinner table and… have them? Right in front of the whole family?”
“It tends to be more private,” said Zach. “But yes. It’s a Trigonometry tradition started by Colby. Trigonometry is the name of our marriage.”
“So I gathered,” said Sierra.
“Women are the strength of Trigonometry. It’s a practice, I believe, intended to welcome me home to the heart of the marriage. Work can get crazy for all of us. It’s a shared intention of theirs. Something they share in and provide for me, the only man, so I’m not left out. It’s also an acknowledgment that unlike them, sex is a requirement for me to feel okay about my life. It connects me to the heart of the marriage. This is my guess. You should ask them.”
“Well?” said Sierra, turning to Colleen.
“It’s not only for him,” Colleen said, looking at Dallas and wetting her lips. “Zach, your explanation moved me and reminded me of everything that’s great about our marriage.” She looked around at her audience. “I need a man tonight,” she said, looking straight at Dallas. She got up and walked to the bar. She dropped her black panties somewhat unsteadily. She clenched her pretty blue dress in one hand, exposing her haunches and backside. She made sure Dallas got a really good look, but she gestured to Zach. “C’mon, tiger. Please.”
Zach didn’t need to be asked twice, even in front of a dozen people, half strangers. He got down on his knees behind her and spread her lips with his thumbs. She was dripping wet and fragrant, smelling of vodka and spicy hors d’oeuvres. He dove in with his tongue and lips. A minute later, she came with a screech. She was out of control.
He stood up and pulled down his pants and shorts. His cock sprang forth. A few of the women startled. Colleen looked so petite, it looked as if his cock would split her. He had a big, hard one this time.
He wasn’t gentle. Colleen could take it, wanted it rough. He thrust deep in a single motion, eliciting a gasp. As he gathered himself close to her, she moaned and her legs shook. In a few strokes, he was getting completely in. In a few more strokes, he was pounding the living bejeezus out of her. God, her lively twat felt so delightful. She gripped him slickly and shuddered and pulsed as she came. She gasped, and cried, “Jesus fucking Christ!”
She continued to orgasm spectacularly. He continued to fuck her fast and hard. Becky had taken the edge way off him. He could give Colleen an especially good railing. And what better for her than in front of a crowd, especially Dallas, who she was clearly after? What a spectacularly responsive woman she was, despite the alcohol. Zach's guess was she had been desperately horny all night. It was raining men, and she was itching to feel the storm deep in her loins.
As Zach continued to plow the holy fury out of Colleen, he peeked surreptitiously at their audience. Sierra’s mouth hung ajar in shock and excitement. Her hand gripped Dallas’s thigh tightly, knuckles white. A halo of nasty excitement surrounded her. Dallas was looking at her encouragingly, then back to Colleen’s dripping gash being savaged. Colleen’s cries of ecstasy filled the room.
Khushi’s magnificent tits were out, and Ayana was suckling them as Khushi watched, panting with excitement.
Ethan was smiling from behind the bar. Aanya beside him was looking somewhat uncomfortable and desperate.
The other two couples and the lone woman looked on excitedly, cheeks flushed, some panting. The couples held each other and whispered. Some had probably never seen other people making love together in the flesh, having intercourse. Oh brave new world, that has such people in it!
Colleen grunted and climaxed wetly and excitedly on Zach’s slamming cock. He knew she wanted it as hard and fast as possible at this point in her excitement. Her eyes were heavy lidded. She was watching her audience’s excitement and getting off on it, too. She was cumming.
After all that athleticism, all those Colleen orgasms, their finish felt anticlimactic to Zach. He hit his limit, thrust reflexively, and groaned as his orgasm took him. Colleen’s magic twat danced and sucked the cum out of him. She whimpered as her ass bucked and danced, feeling his release. Because of Colleen’s over-the-top excitement, he helplessly shot until he was empty. He felt hollow. He panted, leaning on the bar so that he wouldn’t topple her, glistening with sweat.
Now if Alexis had been present, she would have started a round of applause. As it was, the crowd shifted uneasily, not knowing what to do with themselves.
“Well,” said Zach.
“Thank you my love,” Colleen breathed. She looked serene and smiled at her friend Sierra and at Dallas. They were vibrating with lust. Colleen shifted. Zach’s cock slid heavily out of her. A gush of semen splashed onto the saloon floor at their feet.
“Holy Christ!” exclaimed Sierra, itching with horniness as she regarded Zach’s dripping, glistening, softening tool. She shifted restlessly in her seat and remembered to let go her iron grip on Dallas’s leg.
Zach thought, this was a good dismount. Is Berte here? The knife of his grief stabbed and wrenched at him. He was sick with it.
He turned away as he arranged himself. “I’ll meet you over there," he said over his shoulder to Colleen.
“Zach,” said Aanya. They locked eyes over the bar. Hers were filled with lust. She punched a button on her phone, and his phone beeped. She’d sent him a text. It read, “Please tie me up and rape me repeatedly in both holes as soon as you’re able. Pull my hair. Whip and choke me thoroughly for being an unworthy cheating slut to you. I deserve your angriest rape. I want to feel it hard.”
“Sure,” he said to her. They smiled conspiratorially at each other like old times.
Zach saw that Khushi’s tits were out. He stroked her nipples playfully as he bent down to kiss her. “Tomorrow?” she moaned. He nodded.
As he left them, a short blonde pressed a small piece of paper into his hand as he passed. They shared a fleeting glance. She was absolutely ravishing, with a saucy look. She was Siri, one of the new doctors. She was from Sweden, he recalled.
As he left, the party broke up. His hand on the pressure door, he saw Colleen in close conversation with Dallas and Sierra. Colleen held onto the collar of Dallas’s flight suit. Sierra was smoothing Colleen’s hair, which had been mussed by the sex.
Outside in the chill dark of the dome, he illuminated the slip of paper with the face of his phone. It was a phone number. He punched it in. “Hi, Siri,” he texted. “It’s me, Zach.”
“Quite a show!” she texted.
Zach smirked and texted, “It’s even better from the vantage point Colleen had.”
“I can imagine!”
They left it there.
On his way to Trigonometry, he ran into one of the new crew, a man. He barely made the man out in the night darkness of the dome. The man said, “My condolences regarding Berte. I’m Lou.” He was a few years older than Zach, short and wiry, with a weather-beaten face.
It seemed polite to stop. “I’m Zach.”
They shook hands, a firm handshake. Lou smiled with amusement as if to say “Of course you’re Zach fucking Carson.” Out loud, he said. “I’m a reporter for the New York Times. I write travel pieces these days, puff pieces. I’m embarrassed Becky has to read ‘em all. They’re not exactly hard-hitting reporting. At any rate, earlier in my career, I was a war correspondent. Only a war correspondent would risk coming to the fuck-all of radiation hell for a story.”
“An apt description,” said Zach. The radiation was exactly why Zach was here, after all.
“I’ve lost comrades in the field,” said Lou. “The pain never gets better, but after a while, it stops surrounding you. You have to look straight back at it to feel it then. You’d better have a bottle handy if you do.
“Don’t worry about ever forgetting them. You won’t. I used to drive myself crazy worrying about that. Setting reminders on my phone and stupid shit. You’ll always remember them when you should. Well, a pleasure meeting you.” He walked away.
Zach walked thoughtfully the rest of the way to Trigonometry. Lou seemed like a good guy to know.
At home, it was quiet and empty downstairs. Berte was nowhere to be seen. But life somehow kept moving on, desperately reaching for something. The living room smelled faintly and distinctly of Anming’s excited cunt.
(To be continued)
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90: Tuesday, Mithuna 17, 232. 0800 hours OST: Naz
Noa’s office was her bedroom. It was cheery in a sexy kind of way. Noa ushered him to a seat on the bed. She sat at her desk. “What can I do for you, Zach?”
“I need some counseling.” He looked around at her things uncertainly. “Maybe we should find you a real office. Here I am, in your bedroom, sitting on your bed. I bet a lot of people who saw me come in here think I’m getting physical… heh... rather than conversational intercourse.”
“Regardless, this is how I prefer to work. Does it bother you, Zach?”
“In for a penny, in for a pound.”
They spoke for over an hour. After talking it out with Noa, he no longer believed that Colby intended to break up with him. Like he’d originally thought, she was taking care of business. If she wanted Mateo instead, she would say and get what she wanted honestly. That was the kind of woman she was.
He was certainly not numb anymore. Zach felt the pain of grief over Colby and especially Berte. It was a sting throughout his body. After his talk with Noa, it was more bearable.
Noa had a flirtatious clinical demeanor. She’d crossed and recrossed her legs many times during their conversation. His eyes were inexorably drawn to her generous breasts and her muscular thighs as they scissored restlessly. There were critical times when his words came tumbling out in a hot mess. At these times, she opened her legs and leaned in, as if to receive his confession into her body. His eyes were drawn to the clearly visible crotch of her red panties. They had a fascinating dent. Her entire demeanor left him extremely horny and urgent.
“You look much better than when you arrived, Zach, much more alive,” she said.
“You’re a good therapist,” said Zach. “And frankly, you’re a beautiful woman, Noa. It’s hard to ignore. Not that I’m complaining.” He chuckled nervously.
“We are talking about your comfort taking a serious hit, through nobody’s fault.” She opened her legs and leaned in. “Are you getting enough physical comfort during this difficult time?”
“Physical comfort?” he squeaked.
“Yes, touching, Zach. I’m asking about rubbing and hugging as well as more intimate contact. Berte and Colby supplied a lot of such contact, no? Would you like to lie down together? We could hold each other. I can give you a massage.”
“No thank you, I’m fine,” said Zach.
“Take care of yourself, Zach. I”m here for you. Please check in with me daily, or more often, if you have the desire. Text me at any time of the day or night.”
“Will do, doctor.”
Throughout the day, his phone beeped with new text messages. He ignored them. He’d been relieved of all duties, so he knew none of them were work related.
Even though he didn’t have doctoring or childcare work to do, he had promises to keep.
The agriculture dome was a huge place. It was filled with the greenery of many dense tiers of crops rising up into the mist. He walked the verdant rows of staggered tiers until he spotted four women in a tight group.
He stopped to regard them: two short and two tall women. The short animated redhead Stacy was there, listening and looking quietly and studiously at the other three. It seemed a halo illuminated her, she was so achingly beautiful. Her angelic face drew lusty attention to her athletic form, her generous bosom, and her dangerous haunches.
Her tall brunette buddy Martha stood nearby. Martha was more of a classic beauty. She was very put together today as she had been at the party. This time it was in a casual workaday way. She was unlike Charisse, who was Martha’s equal in height and beauty. Where Charisse was sun-kissed and wild, a wildflower, Martha was neat and urbane, a rose.
Little Aanya added a dash of exotic coppery spice to the quartet. She had a serious look on her face, like she was worrying about her microbes again.
“...And I guess our tour is going to conclude here because I see Zach approaching,” said Charisse. Martha looked his way and burst out in an excited smile. Stacy followed suit. It was blinding.
Aanya asked Martha, “So you think you can help my Martian fungi grow faster and stronger with no genetic modifications?”
Martha replied, “I think your problem is that spores don’t travel well in a vacuum. The tardigrades will act like bumblebees, spreading the spores and making the fungal substrate grow faster and stronger. They’re microscopic animals already adapted to Mars. They’re vacuum and radiation hard.”
“How can an animal manage that?” asked Zach as he walked up. “I’ll have to investigate these critters myself. They may hold important clues to how we could make humans more radiation hard.”
Martha grinned giddily at Zach. She looked ecstatic that he had actually shown up in her world as promised today.
Stacy, behind her, smirked with some satisfaction. Her perfect blue eyes flashed at him.
Aanya looked toward him hopefully. She looked tense and edgy. She clearly needed to be tied up and roughed up like she’d asked.
Charisse, ever calm and radiant, regarded him with her electric smile. “If it isn’t our favorite doctor.” She licked her perfect unadorned Miss America lips. She knew what he was here for.
“Time for that talk?” Martha said hopefully.
“Yes,” said Zach. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Oh no, we were just finishing the tour,” said Charisse. “The hydroponics. Our seedling tables. Our- and, and look at that fresh new pile of soil, Zach!”
“It looks wonderful,” said Zach. He knew what she was implying. He was thankful to look away from the blinding erotic force of these women.
“It’s soft,” Charisse suggested.
“You could make a snow angel in it,” Zach allowed, “or a mud angel, I suppose.”
Martha said, “Zach, this is Stacy, the girl, uh, woman, I wanted to introduce you to.”
Stacy held her hand out limply. Zach held it gently and looked down, down into her eyes. Electricity ran through his entire body. The closer he got to this outrageously luscious redhead, the more he was forced to surrender. Her face and short, spiky anime hair were casual and captivating all at once. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes. He felt like blurting out a comprehensive verbal surrender, but restrained himself. She had drawn on eyebrows artfully, being so fair she had only faint natural ones. He was lost in her beauty. He should say something. “Oh, guh!” Something caught in his throat. He choked a bit, coughed. Smooth. “Hi.”
“Pleased!” Stacy grinned at him in seeming ecstasy.
Aanya rolled her eyes.
Charisse giggled and said, “You made him speechless! That’s quite a reaction from the great and powerful Sack!”
He caught a tormented look from Martha, that, as he looked, changed to a rosy smile for him. He looked at Stacy, smiled, and with an intense effort released her hand and broke physical contact.
Stacy had a thick Russian accent. “You two need to chat. Yes, with Martha. Very good, my friend Martha. Likes you. You break heart we kill you, just kidding. Old family saying.” She then grinned a funny grin at him. His impression was that she was actually not kidding. But she was also trying not to scare the crap out of him. Incongruous in a young woman who was considerably more petite than either him or the woman she was protecting. But women grew up fast in Russia, he knew. Anastasia, Stacy, was clearly one woman he didn’t want to piss off. She was wild, captivating, and a little scary.
“Never fear, never fear, Zach is such a nice man, so wonderful,” said Charisse. Her hands fluttered as she tried to bring harmony to the scene.
Martha put her arm through Zach’s and made to drag him away.
“You’ve been reviewing my request?” Aanya blurted from behind Charisse.
“Yes, absolutely,” said Zach. “In the planning stages.” Another tug from Martha. Yes, remove me from this feeding frenzy, he thought.
Charisse interrupted, “Oh no, you two, uh, sweet good people, stay right here. Here’s a nice soft... bench you can sit on to, um, have your good chat. Let’s go check out the latest batch of seedlings, doctors.” She smirked at Zach. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She herded her two colleagues gently away from the couple, making small talk as they receded. “It’s been lovely to see the work on the new dome progress...”
“Well, enough distractions,” said Martha, holding on and looking up at him with her dark eyes and alabaster skin. She was a classic beauty like Charisse. But unlike his sun-stained hippie princess, Martha used makeup subtly to accentuate her already considerable beauty. She had a boyish haircut versus Charisse’s crew cut. But like Charisse, the masculine cut did nothing to detract from her electric animal femininity.
“I’m at your service,” said Zach.
Martha sat him down on the bench and looked at him sternly. “You’re a person of interest.”
“What did I do now?” Zach joked.
Martha gathered herself and continued. “I’ve thought of you since I was back on Earth. I’ve seen your happy, healthy, smart kids, and I’ve talked to their moms. I wanted so much to meet you in person. I saw at the party that you are truly all I dreamed, I mean imagined, you to be. I’m genuinely interested in-” She paused, having run off the end of her planned remarks. “This seemed so simple when I was tipsy. I’m talking about you f-fathering my child.” Her sound was guttural, terrified. She searched his face. “You were letting me down easy last night, weren’t you?”
“Look, I’d be honored. I had a conflict, is all-”
She immediately brightened. “I knew that, Becky, of course!" She chuckled and beamed, relieved. "And you’re not an ogre, I mean to say, you’re a nice guy, by all accounts, and she came all… all the way out to Mars with her small child to renew her relationship with you. I don’t want to piss off or usurp your existing wives. Oh, no. I want to contribute. I mean myself, to your lives. But I’m afraid I don’t know how open relationships work.”
“You’re blushing-”
“It’s just that I’ve been thinking of this for a long time, and now I’m in your presence, and I need a drink.”
"Since when have you been thinking of this?"
"Since... I don't want to say. It's too embarrassing."
“I was going to say your blushing is cute.”
Martha made an inarticulate noise. She was trying to laugh but was too overwhelmed to do so.
“May I kiss you?”
“Huh-huh-yeah.”
Zach kissed Martha gently with an open mouth. Their tongues touched. As she felt more sure, they intensified the kiss. He cupped a good handful of her left breast through her stretch shirt. She stroked up and down his thigh. Her nipples were erect.
“You like them, huh?” she said proudly.
“Yes.”
Martha stood up, looked around the dome furtively, and saw no signs of her colleagues or anyone else. She sat down, eyes twinkling, and flipped up her top. Those gorgeous double D’s from last night bounced out erect to greet the sunlight.
Zach renewed their passionate kiss, this time caressing a naked handful of her beautiful breast. She was clearly excited. Her hand strayed up his thigh until it reached his cock, straining in his scrub pants. She startled, broke the kiss, and said, “Wow. That's big."
"Don't worry, it fits."
Martha looked deeply into his eyes. "I want to do this right. And it's so public here. Anybody could see us." She pulled down her top and straightened it.
"I can practically guarantee Charisse will try to sneak a peek," said Zach.
"She would?"
"She loves to watch."
"I mean, I think we should talk to your wives about it first, shouldn’t we?”
“That’s a good idea, very respectful,” said Zach.“What would you ask for? A sperm donor? A lover? A husband? Something else? It’s a big decision, especially for the child. I think you need to know me better.”
"I think I want everything, Zach. I really do. I feel like I know you. I want to ask for everything."
“You should ask them, then,” said Zach. “They don’t bite.”
Martha stood up and looked at him resolutely. “I will.” She walked away into the dense garden.
Dinnertime was Becky’s first evening at the Trigonometry dinner table. The adults ate dinner at around 7 PM, after all the babies and tots were asleep for the night. Anming, Colleen, and Khushi joined Zach and Becky at the table. Colby was there by audiovisual link to share in the festivities.
“As first wife, I’d like to welcome Becky to our home and our dinner table,” said Colby. There was laughter and clapping.
“Speech!” prompted Colleen.
Becky rose. “I don’t think there’s much to say. I will, of course, share equally in the tasks of the household.” She looked around with uncharacteristic shyness. She moved her plate to the side. She bent over the dining table and put her head and torso down on the table. Then, somewhat awkwardly, she reached back and hiked up her business hentai skirt. Nervously, she pulled her panties down slightly to expose her holes. “I’m doing this properly, right?”
“We often wait until the end of the meal, but I like your enthusiasm,” said Colleen. She reached over and explored Zach’s crotch with one hand. She was not surprised to feel a stiff, raging, pulsing hard-on in his pants. “Zach also likes your enthusiasm. Well, don’t keep her waiting, tiger!”
Zach rose and walked around behind Becky. She was nervous and embarrassed. Her legs were tense. He gently stroked his fingers between them. She was sopping wet. She’d been anticipating this all day. Perhaps dread would be a better word. Even so, she was wet. Her asshole was oiled up as well. He stroked his finger around on her clean, oily anus, and said, “Thank you sweetheart.”
Becky looked back at him with agitation. “Please...” she faltered. Getting soundly ass fucked in front of all her fellow wives would be a rough introduction for her. He switched back to stroking her vulva. She sighed. “There, yes, there...” He slid her panties down the rest of the way and pulled her right foot out. Then he slid her bare right leg up onto the dining table to spread her wide.
Becky gritted her teeth in embarrassment as Zach rocked into her firmly. He gripped her firm, Latina ass and lifted leg with his hands. He worked and rocked his way into her tight, wet cunt. Her eyes were tightly shut. For the moment, she was blushing and enduring.
“I recall when I first served our husband at the table,” Anming mused. “It was a private affair. It was not until we were underway to Mars that I first served him in public. Fellow wife Becky, know that this is a noble act of dedication and not shameful. Becky? I don’t think she can hear me with our husband’s virile prong filling her utterly. Mmm...”
“I was always into kinky stuff,” said Colleen. “Colby, you seemed like a normal enough girl to me until you set this rule. What in bejeezus possessed you?”
“I have the same question,” said Khushi. “You always seemed like the sensible one.”
“It seemed so right at the time,” said Colby. “And it seems more right over time. A wife should be open to Zach. He is sometimes off on important business until dinner. I honestly think it helps him to relax and enjoy his time with us. More importantly, it shows him that we understand and accept him.”
“EEUUUUGH!” Becky squealed and groaned in orgasm. She could no longer hold back vocalizing. Her head was lowered. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut.
“You go girl,” encouraged Colby. “Now what about this new skank, excuse me, wife candidate, that’s buzzing around? She called me up today.”
“Hmm-hmm-haaaaaah!” Becky was into rolling orgasms. Perhaps she was a bit exhibitionist, Zach thought.
“Ah yes, she spoke to Colleen and me at daycare as well,” Anming said.
“Nnnngh!”
“She rapped on the clean room door until I told her to please see me later,” said Khushi. “Now, thanks to crazy Earth fads, Zach has groupies chasing him,” she quipped. The others chuckled.
“Yes! Yuuuuuhhhs!”
Colleen said, “How is she, Zach?”
“She seems nice enough,” Zach panted. His excitement blurred his brain. He was entering his short strokes in the delicious Becky.
“Have you had sex with her?” asked Colby.
“Here it comes,” Zach groaned.
“UUUUUHHHHNN!” Becky vocalized as Zach thrust hard into her and locked his hips.
Loins excitedly pumping into her, he said, “Sex with Martha? I haven’t had the pleasure.”
“In that case, I don’t see how we can even seriously consider this,” said Khushi.
“Let’s call her,” said Colleen. “I think I have her number. Yes.” Colleen put it on video and waited for a connection.
The room was quiet. Becky shuddered with an aftershock. Zach’s semen spilled out around their coitus. It dribbled down her leg. It dripped onto the floor.
“This is Martha.”
“Martha, this is Colleen, and I have all of Trigonometry here.” She showed Martha all assembled, including Colby on video and Martha on the table, Zach behind her.
“Hi… uh… hi,” Martha said. “Is that, uh, Becky on the table?”
“Yes,” said Becky, red-faced.
“You must be so much calmer now than you were on the trip.”
“Yeah, heh,” Becky said with embarrassment.
Colleen said, “We’ve been deliberating your request, and we have to say, we’re puzzled.”
“You haven’t spread your legs and accepted his virile seed,” Anming explained. “Surely he has offered it.”
“He has,” Martha answered shyly.
This conversation was making Zach horny. He started up again in Becky. The table rocked as he churned his previous offering out of her tight cunt onto the floor. “Hmm-m! Hmm!” said Becky, mouth tightly shut, trying to stay quiet.
“Oh… hmm… dear,” said Martha.
“Here’s the point, girl,” said Colby. “What are we saying ‘yes’ to when we don’t even know you two are compatible? We don’t know whether he does it for you, although I expect he does. And do you do it for him? Well, not yet, obviously.”
“I can! Will! Do it!” said Martha.
“Do it then, and get back to us when you have,” Khushi requested with impatience. She pushed the disconnect button.
“Ohhhh FUCK!!!!!” Becky orgasmed profoundly, having struggled vigorously to hold back during the call.
“It’s nice to see Zach ravaging a nice new cunt,” said Colby. “Take it for me, honey!”
“HYUUUUUUAH!” Becky squalled.
“RAAAAAH!!” Zach thrust and locked. Pump, pump, pump.
“Don’t forget to eat, you two,” said Colleen.
“I know it’s Anming’s turn,” croaked Becky. “But can I have him again tonight?”
“Yes, my sister wife,” cooed Anming. “Our husband has battered both my holes relentlessly of late. Though I hasten to add, I will spread or bend dutifully for him now or whenever! Furthermore, I sense your need after your long voyage.”
“Okay, Zach,” said Colby. “Service our esteemed legal counsel ruthlessly hard tonight. I’ll be disappointed if she can walk tomorrow.”
“No, my fellow wife,” Anming scolded. “We do not allow disappointment. We merely wish the best outcome for our fellow wife.”
“On the next pressing matter. Zachary, what were you doing in that whore’s room?” Khushi demanded.
Here it comes, thought Zach.
The following morning, Zach texted Noa that Anming and Khushi had given him grief for coming to see her. Soon after, his phone rang.
It was Noa. “You have a misunderstanding, I think. Why doesn’t anybody ask about these things if they’re curious? I fuck whom I want to, when I want to, and where I want to. It’s my responsibility to see to it that our community’s mental health and emotional needs, including sexual needs, are taken care of. Alexis pays me handsomely for providing this service. I love every aspect of this job, even the parts that Puritans wouldn’t approve. There’s nothing more satisfying than working with a man or a woman who is thirsting for sexual healing. Their ecstasy contains all the preciousness of life. It gives me great pleasure, sexual and otherwise, to join with them.”
“I’m not the only person with inaccurate assumptions," Zach said. “Khushi was hassled by a few of the newcomers because I had come to see you instead of seeing her. They offered to teach her sufficient sexual skills.”
“What the what-what?! I will put my boot so far up their asses, they’ll taste Mars dust for a week!”
“That’s what I said, but Khushi wouldn’t have it. Should we maybe hold a community meeting to explain your job to everyone?”
“I’ll talk to Alexis about it immediately.” Noa signed off.
He recognized the distinctive tone of a text message from Anming. “I’m very sorry to have troubled you about the Noa woman. Becky told me about the woman. Now I understand that she helped you with your grief. Please forgive me.”
“I forgive you,” texted Zach.
Anming called. “I need to see you. Can you come right away?”
“Certainly. Where?”
“Apartment Three,” said Anming. That was one of the apartments across the courtyard from Trigonometry’s four joined apartments.
“I’m on my way,” Zach said and closed the call. He dressed hastily in his scrubs. Two minutes later, he arrived at Apartment Three and knocked on the door.
Anming opened it. “My esteemed husband, I’m so glad you could come.” Michaela and the two new astrophysicists, both Indian, were seated comfortably in the living room behind her.
“Come in, come in!” she urged, shutting the door behind him. She was looking fetching in a flowery blouse, pink capri pants, and sandals.
Michaela was sitting over to the right of the living room. She looked curvy in black stretch pants, a black stretch top, and black slippers. When she saw him eyeing her, she grinned and scooted to the side in her chair. “Greetings, babushka!” She put one heel on the seat, brazenly flashing her bare cunt at him.
He could feel himself swelling a bit, thinking about Michaela’s tight pussy, her cries. He made a mental note to catch up with her soon. It had been too long.
“This is Doctor Zachary Carson,” Anming said. “These are the new colleagues of Michaela and myself, Doctors Laghari and Gupta.” Both were dressed simply in black stretch pants and loose tan blouses. They hadn’t had time to fabricate their own clothing yet.
“Pleased to meet you,” said Zach.
Doctor Laghari was the slight, bespeckled Indian woman from the party. Martha had been speaking with her near the door when Becky had introduced them. She smiled politely and nodded at his greeting.
The other woman, Doctor Gupta, he had seen there. She was very short but solidly built. She looked nervous and barely acknowledged his presence.
“They’ve seen our son in the daycare, and-”
“A beautiful child!” the older woman, Gupta, gushed, finally making eye contact.
“Thank you,” said Zach.
Anming continued, “Our new colleagues are convinced they should be impregnated with your seed, my Zachary. Forcefully deep in their wombs with your manly prowess, not the artificial way.”
The two Indian women looked mortified at this abrupt revelation. They looked away shyly.
Anming insisted, “Doctors, you must nod your heads to indicate your agreement.”
The two women nodded their heads curtly and looked away even harder.
“They are shy, Zachary, isn’t it cute?” Anming smiled. "Even though Doctor Gupta, is an older woman-” At this, Gupta glared at Anming. “-she’s practically a virgin! And look at her smooth coppery skin. You’ll put a child in her, won’t you, my husband? You’ll excite her so that she can profoundly open to your powerful seed and conceive, even at her age?”
“I’m only thirty-five,” Doctor Gupta argued.
“And Doctor Laghari, so young and vigorous! Don’t worry, she’s quite pretty when she removes her spectacles!” This comment elicited a glare from Laghari. “And won’t those bountiful breasts suckle a vigorous child? Surely you’ll impregnate them both?”
Michaela smirked as she addressed the room. “Doctors, sweet Zachary would never disappoint.”
“Well, then,” Anming pressed on. “Who wants to feel Zachary’s vigorous male organ filll them first? Who will open their legs for the first rushing hot flood of his powerful seed? Doctors?”
The two women looked nervous, embarrassed. Gupta wrung her hands.
“Then we’ll let Zachary choose. Doctor Petrova, help me move this coffee table out of the way.” His young Asian wife, assisted by the older Slavic redhead, wrestled the table out of the way. The Indian ladies sat embarrassed before him, legs firmly crossed, eyes downcast. He was embarrassed for them.
“Doctors, put your feet up on the couch,” Anming insisted.
The women hesitated shyly. Doctor Laghari looked at Anming and spoke up. “Shouldn’t we get a firm answer from the doctor regarding whether he’s willing? There is the not inconsequential matter of co-parenting the child.”
“Zachary, reassure these women.”
“Ladies, I would be honored,” he said honestly. But still, Anming was pushing too hard. “My wife, don’t you think-”
“Feet up on the couch, now,” ordered Anming.
The two Indian doctors complied, eyes downcast with embarrassment.
“Feet wider apart,” ordered Anming.
Now he could see Doctor Laghari’s crack through her stretch pants. She was quite small in stature and so thin, there was no padding to obscure the view. The faint vertical dent made by her quim looked too impossibly small to take his penis.
Doctor Gupta was stretching the hell out of her one-size-fits-all leggings. She was even shorter. Her fat little quim was easily visible, stretched tight against the straining crotch. Her little vulva looked even smaller, a mere dimple.
It would be so much fun to try to fit into them. Helplessly, he peered back and forth between them, growing tumescent.
“You see, Zachary,” Anming explained, “these women would dawdle for months, left to their own devices. I know. I was once like them. Were it not for assistance from Colonel Bruno, Alexis, and others, I would have done the same. Instead, I would prefer them to be sexually satisfied, pregnant, and focused on our work as soon as possible. That means you.”
Doctor Laghari, coughed and choked out, “I would defer to my senior colleague.”
Anming turned to Gupta. “Is this acceptable to you?”
Gupta nodded once, abruptly, still looking down.
Anming approached the woman and whispered in her ear. Then she stood and asked her, “You will do these things without fail, will you not?”
Again, Gupta nodded once.
“Well, then,” said Anming cheerily. “We will leave you to it, my husband.” Addressing the others, she said, “Doctors, time to depart.”
“Ah well, too bad. Was hoping to catch overflow,” Michaela joked. She grinned mischievously and followed the other two out the door. It firmly shut.
It was quiet and awkward between Zach and Doctor Gupta.
“I’m sorry for Doctor Tang, my wife, Anming,” Zach said.
“No need,” said Doctor Gupta quietly. “She is correct that we are resolved.”
“I don’t even know your name, your first name, that is.”
“Parinaaz. But my friends call me Naz.”
“May I call you Naz?”
Her cute face rose and her beautiful eyes met his. She was so tiny! “If you wish,” she allowed quietly.
“Anming mentioned you were a virgin?” asked Zach.
“I’ve had lovers,” she argued.
“Then what did she mean?”
“I’m not naive. I can do what a man needs, if that is what is concerning you.”
“Not at all. I just-”
“Doctor Tang insisted I show you these,” Naz blurted, lifting and casting aside her tan blouse. Two nice coppery titties, as perfect as the rest of her coppery smooth skin, came into view. She looked down again shyly.
“Magnificent!” he encouraged.
Naz looked at him gratefully. “And this,” she said, peeling off her too-tight stretch pants and casting them aside. Nervously, she parted her knees to reveal a sparse bush and a tightly closed slit.
“How beautiful.”
“You’re very polite, but I don’t need it,” she said. She was still wearing her black slippers and a thin gold bracelet. That was it.
“May I have a closer look?” Zach asked, indicating the floor between her spread legs.
“Whatever you will.” She looked up at the ceiling.
He lay a couch cushion on the floor to protect his knees from the polished concrete. The apartment was still only sparsely furnished with temporary furniture, all black. He knelt on the cushion and inhaled Naz’s aroma. It was spicy and sweet.
“But of course, you’re a doctor,” she smiled at the ceiling. “You would want to- ahh! Haa!”
He explored her vulva with his tongue. She was already fairly excited, and her excitement was also spicy and sweet, and a little salty. She grew quiet. He felt his penis reach throbbing iron hardness.
Naz’s hips jerked and rolled in orgasm. “Ugh! Please! Don’t debase yourself!”
“Please sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself,” said Zach.
“Please, doctor, please, you’re making me tense. Can’t you just moo moooo! Ugh! Huh!” she exclaimed as he returned his tongue to work on her vulva.
His hands massaged her titties and generous butt cheeks alternately as he teased the insides of her lips. He ran his tongue to stroke over her clitoris with ever-increasing urgency. He felt her vibrating with pleasure. He could easily zero in on her most pleasurable sensations using this feedback. She had surrendered fully now, making only the guttural sounds of orgasm. Her hips rocked as she orgasmed. She moaned and her whole backside shuddered at the end of each orgasm.
“Have you ever had a man put his mouth on your vulva?” Zach asked her.
Once she caught her breath, she answered, “Not like this. To think you’ll kiss your wife with that mouth!” He felt her shudder at the nastiness, to her, of the thought.
He returned to his work. “Now- naa! Nnnh!” She was so responsive! Clearly she was tortured by a dozen conflicting emotions and personal taboos concerning his attentions. Yet her shaking legs stayed locked in his arms. Her rocking vulva desperately opened itself to the pleasure of his tongue and lips.
She jerked away from him and rolled up into a shuddering ball, groaning. She had reached her absolute limit.
Zach stood and took the opportunity to undress, folding his clothes into a neat pile on the table. As he was undressing, Parinaaz startled into a standing position. She looked like she was going to make a run for it. Zach caught her arm. “How are you doing?”
“My fluids have gotten everywhere. I must wipe up.”
“Not just yet.”
“It will kill me. I’ve never seen it so monstrous. I didn’t believe-”
“What? My penis? Never fear. I’ll only ever give you pleasure, but it will fit. Remember, a baby is coming out of your vagina nine months from now. The smallest baby is much bigger and thicker than this.”
“Even so, I have misgivings,” said Parinaaz.
“Let’s address those,” said Zach. He grabbed her gently but firmly by her stocky little legs and sat her on the couch. He spread her legs wide and pulled her hips up toward him. This one was clearly so tight, he figured he would need the leverage. Luckily, she was limber, yoga perhaps. “Yoga?”
“What?”
Naz’s wet little hole glistened and winked at him. He was desperate to make his way into her. He grabbed his iron-hard cock in one hand and rubbed the head of it on her vulva. It glistened slickly as her copious juices coated it. Just the head fit snugly and slickly between her inner lips. “Ugh! It’s too big.”
He rubbed his cock across her vulva, kissing and loving her clit. Her hips began to strain against his pinning arm as she climbed helplessly toward her next climax. “Should I try putting it in a little? It’s very slippery. I promise if you don’t want it, I’ll stop.”
“Uhh! Nnnyuh!” She whimpered. “Maybe. If you want to. YEUUUUH!”
The head of his cock was tightly, slickly in. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes were screwed shut. Her breathing was elevated. “I’m so full! I’m frightened! Lord Shiva! Keep going!”
“Here’s a few more inches.”
“Yaah-huh-huh! Use the metric system, you barbarian!”
“Am I your barbarian?”
She only whimpered in response. He pressed in another few inches. She orgasmed. “Yeuuuuhh!!” If he hadn’t had her pinned, she would have jumped right out of his arms.
“I only have a few more inches. My, you’re so tight and juicy!”
“Lord Shiva! NNNNNAAAAHHH!” This as he pushed in most of the rest of the way.
“Now I’ll start moving.”
As he did so, she climaxed. She let out an animal sound, “Grrrrrr!” Her pinioned legs shook and fought him reflexively.
He established a steady pace as slow as his building excitement would allow. Naz grunted and groaned through six more orgasms as though they were dire torture. By this time, she was taking his entire cock, amazingly enough. It looked like a magic trick. “How are you doing?”
“You’re in my entire womb.”
“That’s anatomically impossible, but I get that it might feel that way.”
“The pressure is unbearable!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Here,” he said, sliding his cock out.
“Ooouuuuh!”
“Get on your knees. Legs together.”
Parinaaz complied.
Zach thrust in from behind.
“UUUUHHH!”
He got all the way in with a few more strokes.
“Hnn! Hnn! Hnn! Hnn! Oh Lord Shiva!”
He’d been right. She felt more open in this position. He could thrust deeper.
“Hyaaaah!” Parinaaz orgasmed with a screech.
He steadied his pace, but he couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Naz?”
“Nnnnuhuhuh?”
“I need to finish.”
“Yuh-huh-huh!”
He thrust fully into her, nice and firm, and let loose, “RAAAAAAH!!” So tight! So slick! So satisfying!
Naz joined him with a terrified wail of shock, pleasure, and orgasm.
They rested momentarily in the sudden stillness. Their breathing slowed. His highly pressurized semen escaped and dribbled onto the couch and floor along with her juices.
“Perhaps I should leave it at that,” said Zach. “You are so incredibly tight. I wouldn’t want you to get sore.”
“You didn’t finish?!?!?!”
“Oh, I finished, all right, but I can go again.”
“You’re a demon!”
“And then I would probably be tempted to go a third time. You’re a delight Ms. Naz.”
“It’s Doctor Naz.”
“Fancy that! I’m one of those, too.”
“And please use metric in the future so I can follow your gibberish talk.”
“But am I your barbarian?” He pressed his still hard cock deep into her, pressurizing her again. She groaned and thrilled with pleasure. “Deep in your gates?”
“Very deep in my gates! You! Uh! Barbarian man!”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“There’s no comparison.”
“Good or bad?”
“Very good! Very, very good!” she assured him. “I was expecting you to be like other men. He excites himself in my mouth. He scratches up my womb with his prick. In a few minutes, he leaves his mess on my belly and is gone. That’s what I expected. Except I knew you would leave it inside.”
“That sounds disappointing.”
“Before, I was confused at why otherwise intelligent women, Anming for example, would praise it. Now I know why. What bliss...” Her eyes closed rapturously.
“You’re right that I made a mess,” said Zach.
“I am a mess! I’m all mess! There’s sweat, and tears, and,” she paused and sniffed, “my nose is running. I’m so happy a mess.”
“I’m glad. I’m going to pull out now.”
“Uuuuughhh!”
“Don’t move, I’m going for towels.” Zach found two towels neatly hung up on the bathroom rail. He grabbed them both.
While they wiped up, Zach asked, “Are you on birth control?”
“No. Even before the space program, my remedy was morning after. I didn’t have to use it much.”
“But why not? You’re a very pretty woman, Naz. Completely delightful.”
“You flatter me. It’s true men ask from time to time. I say no, said no. You are a revelation, Doctor Zachary.”
“As are you, Doctor Parinaaz. So, when is your period?”
“What a nasty personal question.”
“It’s for the purpose of getting you pregnant. Your cycle.”
“But exactly! I’m not thinking straight! Forgive me! It ended six days before we landed.”
Zach did the math. “Starting day after tomorrow, Sunday, you reach your most fertile time. We should get together on that day, and then every other day for several days after.”
“And by ‘get together,’ do you mean ‘make me and everything into a complete mess’?”
“I suppose I do. Can you meet Sunday? Or sooner is fine, if you want to.”
“No, Sunday is fine, thank you. You are overwhelming, Doctor! I’m still dizzy. Is it always… like this with you?”
“You mean pleasure?”
“You’ve made me nasty. I’m ashamed. You messed my brain, too!”
“At least this good, I’d say. And getting better.”
“You have to be lying!”
Zach stepped towards her and held her close. She relaxed into his hug. He bent down and gave her a deep, long, romantic kiss. His cock stirred for her. His mind was drawn back to the tight wet resistance of her vagina. Drawn back to her desperate cry as he shot her full of his seed.
When he let her go, she staggered a little. “See you Sunday,” he said. He was trying to be as calm about it as possible, though he could barely wait a moment to ravage her again.
“S-Sunday,” she stammered.
(To be continued)
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91: Thursday, Mithuna 19, 232. 1200 hours OST: Martha
Zach lay quietly waiting in the darkness of Storage Bay Seven in the Agriculture Dome. He had some nice soft rope with him. Aanya would be there any minute.
Light poured into the room as the door opened. From his hiding place in the shadows, he saw it was Aanya. She was standing in the middle of the room facing away from him. “Zach?” she called hesitantly.
He came up behind and grabbed her. “Rape!” she screeched, but this was far from where others could hear. He bound her arms behind her, kicked the door shut, and flipped on the lights.
Aanya was not heavy. He lifted and pushed her on her tummy onto a dusty empty middle shelf. As she struggled, he tied her legs far apart toward the opposite uprights of the long shelf. She was limber!
He walked around to the other side. Aanya was leaning out of the shelf. He tore open her blouse. Her upsized C titties fell out heavily, swollen with milk even in the light Martian gravity. She had given birth only a month ago. She had a lot of it. The suction nozzle of the milking machine went “Vweep! Vweep! Vweep! Sukkk!” as it clamped on to her right teat.
She screeched, “You rape me!”
“Vweep! Vweep! Vweep! Sukkk!” The suction nozzle clamped onto her left teat accompanied by another inarticulate screech wrung from Aanya’s throat.
He put in the ball gag. Too much screeching in this tiny room. His ears were going to break.
“Gukkk!” she protested just as passionately but much less piercingly.
He grabbed his surgical scissors and cut away the crotch of her slacks and panties. She flinched and fought. Her cunt was wet with excitement. He thrust in a couple fingers and masturbated her vigorously to orgasm. Her asshole was dry. He thrust in the same two fingers copiously spent on by her cunt. They went in smoothly. He vigorously fingered her rectum until she climaxed with a muted squeal into the ball gag.
He lubed up a girthy vibrator and worked it into her vaginal cavity, forcing it wide open and quivering. He switched it on high. Aanya jerked and howled. Her legs shook and strained. He taped it in with surgical tape going around her legs.
He lubed up another girthy vibrator. This time she groaned and complained unintelligibly as he forced open her tiny rectum to accommodate it. He had to tape that in twice since it was under such high pressure to come shooting out of there.
Aanya squealed, squirmed, and orgasmed with panicky frequency, howling into the ball gag each time. Zach relaxed out of her sight and read a good book. Some occasional girl cum would splash or dribble out of her onto the floor. As he read, he heard her struggling on the shelf. He heard the “Vrrrr!” of the two vibrators. He heard the relentless “Sukkk-sukkk! Sukkk-sukkk! Sukkk-sukkk!” of the milking machine.
Zach’s timer went off twenty minutes later. He switched off both vibrators and turned off the milking machines. Aanya relaxed completely and pissed copiously onto the floor. By the time he had the milkers off and the vibrators out, she was asleep. He took out the ball gag, and she roused. He fed her some water. She fell unconscious again.
The milking machine was a good one. Her teats hadn’t suffered. She was fit. Her holes snapped shut as tight as ever. Even so, they were ready to accommodate him without preamble.
He thrust into her vagina with a single stroke. Her legs and vaginal sleeve flinched and tightened as she awakened to the pleasure. He was pent up from watching her. He didn’t last long. She moaned as he came deeply in her.
She squealed as he thrust into her rectum. This time he lasted longer. He unleashed a pleasurable flood as she groaned and shook in anal orgasm.
He untied her arms and cut one leg loose. Then he left, leaving her to free herself the rest of the way. He would return later to clean up and collect his stuff.
That evening at dinner, Anming stood to address the assembled members of Trigonometry. Zach, Colleen, Khushi, and Becky were also present. Colby was there by video link. “My fellow wives and esteemed husband, I-”
Colleen interrupted, “Since you’re standing, would you mind doing the honors?”
“Mmm, yes,” said Colby lustily. Her lower half was below the frame of the video. Her arms were down. Could she be masturbating?
Anming grimaced. “Very well. Since Colby is out of rotation, we have no new schedule.”
“Your protest is duly noted,” said Colleen. “Proceed.”
Anming grimaced and slipped down her stretch pants and panties to expose her tribble bush. She moved her plate gingerly to the side. She bent over and lay her head and torso down on the table.
Zach rose and walked over to stand behind her. He checked her. Despite her grimaces, she was dripping wet. What had she been up to?
Anming restarted her speech. “As I was saying, I am- mmmUH HUH!” This as Zach thrust into her forcefully and took his pleasure in her lively cunt.
“What did you say, Anming?” Khushi joked, giggling.
“Yes, Zach!” Colby interjected. Her eyes were closed, and she was shuddering.
With great concentration, Anming continued. “My colleagues would be excellent candidates… ooooo! Grrrrrr! EEEP!”
“Candidates?” Colleen prompted.
“For Trigo-EEP!” Anming squeaked. “Trigonometry.”
“Zach, have you? You know…” asked Becky.
“One of them, yes,” said Zach. “Naz. Doctor Gupta.”
“Well?” prompted Colleen.
“Sweeeet,” commented Zach.
“But not the other?” asked Khushi.
“No,” said Zach.
“The application is incomplete. I vote we table it,” said Khushi.
“Very well,” said Colleen. “Anming, your sponsorships must be complete.”
“Ah-hah! Complete! Yes! COMPLETE!” Anming howled.
“RAAAHHH!!” Zach howled, ramming Anming hard against the table and spilling into her.
“OOOAAAAHHH!!!” Anming cried as his hot jets filled her.
“Mmm, lovers!” exclaimed Colby with a wiggle.
“Well, since that’s concluded, do we have any other business?”
“We should call the candidate and give the instruction,” moaned Colby.
“You’re right,” said Colleen. “Here’s her number.” She pushed the button to connect. “Doctor Laghari! Adah! As you can see, we’re all here at the dinner table.” She panned around the table, including showing Adah’s boss Anming pinned onto her torso by Zach.
“Well… um… I see… hello everybody?”
“Your application to join Trigonometry is tabled for the moment,” said Colleen.
“Oh dear,” answered Adah.
“But never fear,” said Colleen. “You just have to...” Her voice trailed off.
“What?” asked Adah.
“You have to satisfy our husband’s urges at least one time,” Anming explained from under Zach’s hand.
“Easy,” said Adah. “I’m a wonderful cook.”
“Sexual urges,” clarified Becky.
“Urges!” exclaimed Colby. Her eyes were closed tightly. She was rocking in her seat. It looked like an orgasm to Zach.
“Oh dear!” Adah exclaimed.
“Will that be a problem?” asked Becky.
“No ma’am… ma’ams and sir…” Adah faltered.
“Good,” said Khushi, and closed the call.
“Now that’s settled,” said Colby, who appeared much calmer. “Anything else?” Zach noticed a shadow shift behind her that might have been someone crouched in front of her. But it could be anything. He was just missing Colby and feeling jealous of Mateo, no doubt.
“There is no schedule since Colby left and Becky arrived,” said Khushi.
“I can whip up something,” said Colby.
“Fair enough,” said Colleen.
“I want Zach between my legs tonight,” said Khushi. “It has been too long.”
“Take him,” said a satisfied Becky.
“Be our guest,” moaned a beleaguered Anming.
The next morning, Zach went to see Noa for counseling. She answered him with a gleeful squeal at her bedroom door, ushered him in, and sat him on the bed.
She took her seat at her desk and spun her chair to face him. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse today. Her massive knockers were pert and straining. She put her hands on her knees and opened her legs toward him, red silk panties visible. She leaned toward him familiarly, sweet breath on his face, cleavage bursting. “How’s it going, Zach?”
“What about the… uh...” Zach’s brain was reduced to a slushy mess by Noa’s display of beauty. He roused himself with an effort. “Your explanation. To the whole colony, I mean.”
“It’s happening tonight,” Noa said excitedly. “Didn’t you see the announcement?”
Zach checked his phone. “So it is. Sorry, I’ve been out of it.”
Noa leaned in and grabbed his hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Your life is overwhelming at this moment. It must seem that everyone wants a piece of you.”
“I’m getting a lot of texts,” said Zach.
“I listen to these colonists, who shall remain nameless, pine over you. Should I text him? Shouldn’t I text him? Should I wait to text him back? Jehovah’s dingle berries!”
“Tell them to text me. I’ll answer every text. I like flirting, to be honest.”
“That’s what I told them. They want to make it complicated. I’m digressing. Are you feeling better since our previous talk?”
“I’ve been busy,” said Zach. “Not much time to think.”
“What have you been up to?”
“I spent the night with Khushi last night. That was good.”
“How does that work?”
“She stays in my room. Ayana watches our kids.”
“That’s sweet of her. What else?”
“It turns out three new women, Martha, you know… Doctor Naz, Parinaaz Gupta, and Adah Laghari, Anming’s colleagues, seem to be joining.”
“You speak as though it’s out of your hands.”
“No, I like it.”
“Okay. What else?”
“Aanya caught my ear at the party and asked me to mock-rape her. It’s something she feels she can’t do with Ethan. He knows about this activity, by the way. It’s not cheating. I finally fulfilled on that yesterday afternoon.”
“I understand she likes this rape fantasy. Does it disturb you?”
“Oh, so, you know...” Zach squirmed, embarrassed. “Not really. You see, she’s after the vigorous passion of the act. It seems to spell away her ugly feelings that still sometimes haunt her about her coerced rape.”
“You really care about her, Zach. I understand she used to be a wife. Does it hurt that she’s now with Ethan?”
“Not at all. Ethan gave her the monogamous life she wants. I know I can’t do that. Meanwhile, we’re still involved from time to time, with Ethan’s consent. I’m kind of the relief valve. It works well for all three of us. I feel uniquely qualified. I can make sure her circulation is not cut off, and so forth.”
“What else?”
“Anming introduced me to Adah and Naz yesterday morning. It was just after our phone call where you cleared up your role in the colony to me.”
“How is it that they’re so eager to join if they’ve only just met you?”
“Well, that’s the thing. Anming is pushing them pretty hard.”
“Unwillingly?”
“Not apparently. I see her point. It frees them of the whole ‘who should I colonize with?’ problem. They can concentrate on their work. But it is pretty pushy.”
“Sounds like it.”
“She demanded that one of them… um...”
“Have sex with you?”
“Yes, then and there.”
“And did you?”
Zach paused to take a breath. “Yes.”
“Was it okay?”
“Oh, it was more than just okay! Naz has this sweet, shy demeanor, but then she’s very… excitable.”
“Sounds like it went well.”
“I’d say.”
“Sounds like Anming knows you well.”
“I suppose.”
“What else?”
“Martha has been very interested in me.”
“Is she ever!”
“Day before yesterday we talked. I had promised to contact her after the party.”
“How did that go?”
“She went to ask all my wives to join Trigonometry.”
“Was that a problem?”
“No, they just called her at dinner. They told her like the others that she needed to have sex with me first.”
“I’m sure she’s eager to fulfill that. Anything else?”
“I’m meeting her right after this.”
“Awkward?”
“No, I’m just going to let it flow. She’s a beautiful young woman. I’m honored.”
“Are you worried about performance? It seems she idolizes you.”
“It never seems to be a problem.”
“You rascal.”
Martha met Zach at his office that afternoon. They talked and strolled together at random. Soon they found themselves sitting on a bench near the semiconductor fabrication plant. It was quiet there.
“I know what we’re supposed to be up to today,” said Martha.
“Which is?”
“If you need me to say it, I need to be drunk.”
“No, I don’t need you to say it. You don’t have to do what the wives tell you. Please take it at your own pace. It doesn’t have to be now or today or any day.”
“I’m following my dream, Zach. I know it could disappear or be all wrong. I’ll deal with that if it comes. But I want my dream to start now! It’s already started, in fact, the moment you walked into the party. The moment I saw you in real life for the first time. Larger than life! You’re a big man, Zach.
“So far, it’s better than I dreamed. You’re so respectful! I suppose they don’t have time for all that dialogue in the dramas about you. They have to just have you grab the woman and go. I mean Justin whatshisname or Terry whatchamacallit that plays you. Then they cut to the next scene where they’re laying naked in bed afterward.”
“Do you like that?”
“What?”
“When he grabs her?”
“Y-yes-”
Zach loomed over Martha on the bench and held her tightly. They kissed, tongues twining. She became flushed, panting with arousal. Her shirt came up. He fondled her breasts. Her hand strayed to the crotch of his scrubs.
“First things first,” he said and slid off the bench onto his knees.
Martha flipped her top down to cover her breasts, looking around, making sure of their privacy. “What are you? Oh my.”
Zach pulled at the hem of her stretch pants. She moved, allowing him to tug them down along with her panties.
Her pussy was freshly shaved bare, a neat job. He spread her knees. Her nether lips were saucy and sleek. They peeked apart with a dewy look.
“Oh, eep.” She smelled and tasted of fresh mangos. “Ugh, ohh!” Her legs shivered in his grip as he cradled them and explored her vulva with his tongue. “Huh-huh-hah!” She slapped a hand down on his head. Then came the other. She grabbed his hair with both hands, holding on for dear life.
It seemed that the more direct his tongue on her clit, the better. She strained forward more and more. He bashed her wet clit with the tip of his tongue like it was a tiny speed bag. Her body was tense and still. She was reaching, reaching. He kept up the tonguing exactly, as she was enjoying it. It was no time to switch tactics.
“Ahh! Ahh!” Martha shuddered with the force of her orgasm. Her legs jerked in Zach’s firm grasp.
She pushed on his head with her hands. He stopped his tonguing and looked up at her. She craned her neck and looked around nervously. “Somebody must have heard us.”
“Are you feeling exposed here? We could go to my place.”
“And run into Becky? I’d rather not.” She wiped the corner of his mouth with a finger. “I got my cream, uh, on you.”
“I love it.” Zach looked at Martha’s vulva. It was wet with his saliva and her excitement. “What do you want, then?”
“Don’t you know somewhere else private?”
“Well there’s an idle fabrication plant around the corner,” said Zach. His mood darkened. “That’s Berte’s shop.”
“Let’s pass on that,” said Martha. “Sounds upsetting.”
“No it’s perfect,” said Zach, rallying his mood. “Berte specifically asked me for plenty of sexy great grandsons. Let’s give her some.”
“She could still get back sooner than that, Zach.”
“Sure she could. Let’s not dwell on Berte. My point is, she would have… she will like us using her shop. Heh. Eventually she’ll know. It’s like sending her a message.”
“I’d prefer that our first time, or any of our times, not involve any form of self-torture,” said Martha.
“Perhaps you’re right.”
Zach tapped in the door code of a nearby first aid station. They hustled in and shut the door.
“Smells like somebody else beat us here,” said Martha. She sniffed. “Recently.”
Sure enough, there was the delicate but distinct scent of Ayana. It had been years since he’d had a whiff or taste of her. He’d had indirect reminders since then. Every once in a while, a casual Khushi kiss contained a hint of Ayana juice. It was enough to keep the smell and taste of her distinct in his memory. And there was another scent. The other woman or women he couldn’t place. It hadn’t been Khushi. He wondered if he should say something. Probably not. “Yes, I smell it.”
“Any way to tone down those blinding bright medical lights?”
“Yes, we can turn on this examination lamp and turn off the main lights.”
“Much better. You’ve probably done a lot of this.”
“What exactly?”
“Having women on examination tables.”
“Actually, no. I try to keep work and personal life separate, and I prefer to steer well clear of any ethical concerns.”
“Understandable. Oh, and your erection.” It had become less prominent with all the fussing around. “Let me fix that.” She got down on her knees and pulled down his scrubs. She licked his cock and stroked his scrotum gently. His cock swelled to his former urgent iron hardness. She blushed. “Wow, that grows a lot! It had felt big, but seeing it now, wow.”
“It will be fine. It’s actually only a little bit bigger than normal. We can go slow.”
“Okay, then. I guess I’ve been drawing the short straw.”
Zach raised her up and kissed her neck. Martha was 5’8”, and it was good to be more-or-less face-to-face, only five inches difference. As he kissed her, he slowly reached into her stretch pants and panties. She was sopping. “I don’t think you’ll have any difficulties.”
He lifted her onto the end of the examination table. She lay back limply, legs spread. “How do I look?” Since he was tall, she was at the right height for standing penetration.
Zach probed at Martha’s opening, rubbing her slick clitoris with the head of his penis. “May I?”
Zach rocked into her gently but firmly while she said, “Okay. Yes. Feels good. Mmm. Oh my. Oh my God!”
“You’re clenching.”
“OH! FUUU-UUCK!” Martha shrieked, toes curling.
He firmly tapped deep inside her as she orgasmed. “There’s more.”
“Oh no, I mean yes. YES! But gentle- oh God HOLY fuck! Oh, hmm, mmm, MMM!”
He stroked his cock into her with extreme satisfaction. As he did so, she squeezed closed ever tighter. “You’re clenching again.”
She released and pulsed hard in orgasm. “UH-HWAAAAH! Uhhhhhhh!”
He grunted, “I think I’m close.”
“DO IT!”
“Where?”
“INSIDE!”
“RAHHHHHH!” Zach’s essence and hot excitement shot through his cock and into Martha.
“AWWWWW!” she shrieked.
They rested for several breaths.
“My, you are a loud one,” Zach chuckled.
“Not usually,” Martha panted.
“Sorry I was so quick. I was so pent up with all the asking and anticipating. I guess you were, too.”
“I never,” she breathed.
“Get pent up? It seemed to me-”
“Orgasm.”
“I did. I mean, what do you mean?”
“I’ve never orgasmed during intercourse.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“I mean before. Before this.”
“You’re kidding me. You just came three times, I think, in as many minutes, and drenched me to boot."
"I drenched you?"
"Yes, you squirted."
"I'm so sorry!"
"No, I liked it! But I didn’t even have a chance to work it all in.”
“Oh my fucking God,” Martha moaned.
“Can I start moving again?”
“Huh-huh-huh-yussss!”
The second time was longer. Martha was just as verbal throughout. Zach got a chance to work his way all the way into her and plumb her deeply. She had one of the tightest, maybe most muscular, pussies he’d ever felt. Every time she was about to orgasm, her pussy muscles clamped down hard on him. When she climaxed, they released and pulsed hard. With all her slick lubrication, it was delicious. At the end, he joined her in a loud yell.
More panting. “Did you have fun?” he inquired.
“Uh-huh,” she panted.
“That was the whole thing,” he said.
“Yussss,” she moaned.
“Any problems?” he asked.
“I came?” she said, confused.
“It can still be painful.”
“Not painful.”
“Good.”
It was awkward for some reason, getting detached, wiping up, getting dressed. Martha was blushing and not making eye contact. She startled. "What's that?"
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
"On the floor."
"Oh that? Looks like a little dollop of soil. Occasionally, when a woman is very excited, she might excrete a little something. It's called 'spending a penny.' It's perfectly natural."
Her face fell. “You're just trying to be nice."
"Believe me, it's not a problem," said Zach.
"I'll clean it up," she said. She grabbed the wet wipes out of Zach's hand and worked frantically. He tidied everywhere else.
When hands were washed afterward, he turned to her. "I enjoyed that very much," he said earnestly.
"You're very polite," she said, looking away.
Zach opened the door, and Martha scampered out.
“You sure you’re-”
“Byeee!” waved Martha frantically as she power-walked away.
Zach figured he would see Martha again at dinner, but he didn't. The dinner meeting began once the kids were all asleep. Trigonometry got their plates of food and sat together at a table front and center. He smiled at Noa, who smiled at him from a small raised platform in the front. He looked for Martha to check in with her. He didn’t see her. Anming hustled Naz and Adah over to sit at the Trigonometry table.
Anming whispered in Adah’s ear. Adah looked alarmed. She looked pleadingly at Zach, moved her plate aside, and put her head and torso down on the table. Her eyes at him were crazy. She was in tears.
Zach stood up and came around behind her. She reached behind herself and grabbed the waist of her stretch pants. Before she could pull them down, his hands stopped her.
The room, which had been loud with conversations, fell silent.
“I’m sorry,” Adah said. “I know they’re supposed to be down by the time you arrive behind me.”
“We don’t do this in public,” said Zach.
“But Anming said-”
“Anming is not all of Trigonometry. The group has not voted yet. I appreciate your desire to fulfill my wives’ wishes. Please take your seat. Please.”
Adah’s body relaxed from it’s coiled spring position. Wiping a tear, she sat down, head down.
Zach sat down. Conversations started up.
“Uh, okay, let’s get started,” said Alexis, tapping the microphone. The crowd quieted. It was a crowd, too, Zach appreciated. Forty-five people. “Let’s get started. Okay, Noa has some things to say about her role here in Olympus City. She’s not a whore! Oh, all right. She should explain it.” Alexis surrendered the microphone.
Noa stood up and said, “First of all, like all of us, I’m a free person. I can have sex with whomever I like, whenever I like. Likewise, I can refuse sex. I don’t sell sex. What I provide are healthy sexual attitudes. We are a colony that depends on procreation, in part, to succeed and thrive as a community. I’m charged by Alexis and the leaders of this community to look after every individual’s sexual health, whatever that entails. Any questions?”
Dallas stood up. “How much?” he asked with a snicker.
“Sit down Dallas!” yelled Alexis. Sierra pulled him down with embarrassment.
He stood up again. “But seriously. What about marriage?”
“What about marriage?” asked Noa. “If a person is in a committed relationship, I encourage it, if it’s healthy. I encourage people to fulfill the commitments they’ve made in their relationships. Honesty is the only way to live in peace and happiness.”
Dallas looked confused and sat down.
Lou stood up. “I admit to being disappointed. The thought of a whore in business right upstairs plain as day was thrilling and colorful.”
Noa smiled broadly at him. “Lou, you’re such a charming fellow. As far as I’m concerned, I’m your colorful whore. You can come up and… heh… spend time, money, or anything else with me any time you wish.”
Minna Larsson stood up and asked, “How is it that the counseling is only for men?”
“I see both men and women,” said Noa.
“But I only see men going up there.”
“I’m not responsible for you not noticing women coming to me. They have. But to be honest, hardly anybody has visited me so far. I wish I was busier. Come see me. We’ll talk about it.”
Agatha Reddy stood up and asked, “Isn’t there more to relationships than sex?”
“There is a lot more to relationships than sex, and I offer counsel about all of it. But never underestimate the power of great sex. Romantic relationships can’t be all they can be without great sex. A society can be all it can be without being sex-positive. And we’re creating a society here.”
“Is it ethical to have sex with your clients?”
“It’s just like any interaction with a client. If an interaction is empowering and freeing rather than controlling or coercing, then yes. If you think about it, any form of communication can fall under this. You might as well ask whether talking to a client is ethical. It depends on the nature of the conversation.”
There were several more questions. Noa answered them with humor, grace and insight. When all questions were extinguished, Noa turned to the crowd. “The bottom line is this. If you want a mind-blowing sex life with nothing missing, come and see me. You can have that. If you don’t want a mind-blowing sex life, stay away. Either way, though, it’s not about what I do. It’s not about me spreading my legs or not. Your sex life can only become mind-blowing based on what you do, or what you stop settling for.”
“I’m not selling bread, people. I’m selling ovens. And I’m teaching how to use them so you won’t get burnt.”
She got an enthusiastic round of applause.
With the audience milling around and dispersing, Anming spoke to Adah and Naz. “You take Zachary straight home and serve him exactly as I described.”
Zach looked around at his assembled wives. “Is this okay with everyone?”
“Okay by me,” said Colleen.
“Please, I’m still walking funny,” said Becky.
“You’re one to talk! I could barely walk this morning!” complained Khushi. Then she turned to Zach and smiled. “But it was a wonderful crippling.”
Anming added, “You don’t know the half of how he pillages my intimate places relentlessly!”
Zach said to Adah and Naz, “Okay. I need to get my overnight bag. I’ll meet you at your place.”
(To be continued)
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92: Friday, Mithuna 20, 232. 2000 hours OST: Adah
Zach rang the bell to Apartment Three. Naz opened the door, looking up at him excitedly. A shy-looking Adah was right behind her. “Greetings to our humble home again so soon,” Naz purred.
These copper-skinned babes looked excruciatingly good to him, trusting what was to come. They had made some clothes for themselves for the occasion! He felt honored. Naz’s curvy lines were all on display in a tiny dark red dress and matching red flats. The hem was daring, right at crotch level. Adah, behind her, wore a tight forest green dress that hugged her figure and was equally short.
“Your dresses are beautiful!”
The women giggled happily, conspiratorially. Naz said, “Thank you, Zachary.” Short and stocky, Naz was probably the shortest woman on Mars. By their medical files, both Naz and Michaela were 150 cm tall, or 4’11”. Zach would guess Naz was shorter than Michaela by a hair’s breadth. Her pretty face was glowing with excitement, making her stunningly radiant. What beautiful long eyelashes, strong eyebrows, and dark brown eyes she had! He easily got lost in them.
Where were his manners? He looked over her head and smiled at Adah, who had been staring at them. As if caught at some intimacy, Adah looked away shyly. His eyes raked her; he restrained himself from staring. She was tiny, only a few inches taller than Naz. Unlike the stocky Naz, she had a delicate thin frame and face. She was a decade younger than either Naz or himself, only 24. Her spectacles made her look sterner than her years. He would have guessed her underweight for conception were it not for her bountiful C titties. They looked massive on her, and oh-so-suckable.
He returned his focus to Naz. She was beaming up at him. “Yes, it was to be Sunday,” he said, cupping her tiny cheek in his hand. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into it like a kitten. It made Zach smile. “Did you enjoy yourself yesterday morning?”
“Very much so,” said Naz. “I’ve been telling her… it’s Nirvana.”
“I’m so happy,” said Zach. “I enjoyed myself immensely, too. I’m looking forward to many more such times. Perhaps a lifetime of them?”
If Naz could have purred like a kitten and wrapped around his leg, she would have.
Adah looked on with a shy smile. “I pray this arrangement works as well for me,” she said shyly. “I believe it can. Anming told me you’re better.”
“Better?” asked Zach. Than a vibrator? Than a man? Not Mateo. Must be Jason?
Adah looked away with embarrassment. “I’ve said too much.”
Zach wouldn’t pry. “Adah, how would you like to get comfortable? A massage perhaps?”
“Oh no,” said Adah. “We were given strict instructions to serve you exactly as Trigonometry wives would. Anming made us swear solemnly.”
“Okay,” said Zach. “Meaning?”
“Which means this, to start,” said Adah. She strolled playfully over to the dining room table. “I’m happy to do it here, even in front of Naz. Such a relief! Thank you so very much for saving me earlier, Zachary.”
Zach came up behind Adah. He hugged her close, pressing her body against his, feeling her nipples harden against his arms. His growing cock swelled against her lower back. “I’ll always do whatever I can for you. I'll always try to keep you safe.”
Adah melted against him as he held her.
Zach added, “I appreciate that you want to follow Anming’s instructions. If you prefer it, we can do it this way. I’d like to see your face and make more of an intimate connection with you, if you don’t mind.”
Adah replied, “Above all else, we are to strive to please you, Zachary.” She spun and jumped up to sit her tiny butt on the dining table. Then she lay back on her elbows, exposing her matching green panties to him. Her tiny legs dangled in space. One flat fell off. “Would you prefer me in this way?” Her smile was conspiratorial. Her lip quivered. “I’ve never done anything like this with a man. Just a quick ‘hello’ at the door, then… here on the table... it’s utterly shameless!”
“Are you okay with it?” he asked.
“Don’t ask me such a nasty question!” Adah flirted, smiling.
“I told her,” said Naz. “If she can’t bring herself, I can do it.”
“You’re a good friend to her, Naz,” said Zach. Then to Adah he said, “Despite what Anming told you to do, I want this to be fun for you. We can ease into this gently.”
“By what they said,” Adah grimaced, wide-eyed, “there will be no easing in!” Adah reached out toward Zach’s crotch. “May I?”
“Sure.”
Adah put the tiny palm of her hand on his straining erect equipment and stroked it up and down. There was a quick exchange in Hindu between the women.
“I was thinking the bed until you led me to the table, but I like how you think! I think it’s time to modify the Trigonometry tradition. May I touch you?”
“Do as you wish,” said Adah, voice trembling only slightly.
Zach regarded her as he gently stroked one erect nipple through her dress. “I love that women go bra-less on Mars.”
“It’s all the rage on Earth now, but doesn’t work so well there.”
His other hand stroked Adah’s bare inner thigh. She shifted restlessly, opening her legs slightly. He moved up between her legs, gently pushing her legs further apart. He stroked his cock, ramrod hard in his scrub pants, on her panty clad opening.
Naz was also breathing hard. She said, “Don’t fear, it will go in.”
Adah blustered, “This is not my first big man.”
Zach undid his pants and stepped out of them.
“Lord Shiva,” Adah breathed.
“As I said,” Naz smirked.
Zach dropped his scrub pants and tugged at Adah’s matching green panties. She lifted her tiny firm derriere to help him. He slid her panties down and off. She was shaved clean and bare. Her slit was small and brimmed with dewy wetness. He stroked his bare cock on her opening. As he stroked, her lips parted juicily to allow him between, flattening against his girth. Her breathing became ragged.
“Don’t protect me anymore,” Adah moaned.
“It’s not that,” said Zach. “It’s clear you’re excited and ready to go. Usually I do at least some of this first.” He backed off and introduced his index finger gently and firmly into her slippery vagina. She was so tiny! Two fingers would have been too much. He found her g-spot and fucked his finger into her with increasing speed, tapping it. He made sure her clit got lots of slick attention from his thumb.
The results came with near immediacy. “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!” she cried in hot passionate orgasm.
"What a wonderful sound," said Zach.
As he removed his finger, she fell still, expectant.
"Excuse me, it's a terrible braying noise," said Adah.
"What? Sorry? It's lovely!! It's like what it would sound like if a fluffy bunny howled at the moon."
"You're an awful man, making fun of my sounds." The two women exchanged words in Hindi. Adah added, “You’re a funny man, it seems.”
"I'm not making fun. Truly, it was lovely!"
"Why are you looking at me this way?"
“I want to see your breasts.”
Hastily, she rolled down the top of her green knit mini dress. Now it was just a band around her waist. Her breasts, impressive for their relative size, presented with firm sleek softness. Her dark nipples stood puckered erect. “They’re not much,” she commented.
“They’re glorious!” he breathed. His mouth couldn’t resist. He swooped down on her right teat and sucked much of the breast into his mouth, firmly pleasuring its surface. At the same time, he stroked her vagina and g-spot firmly as before until he elicited another “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!”
“I want to smell and taste you.”
“What?” answered Adah. She lay flat on the table, only half coherent.
She smelled and tasted like fresh-caught salmon. He reveled in her clean scent as he pried open her tiny wet vulva with his large slippery tongue. He pleasured her all at once from the bottom of her inner lips to her stiff little clitty at the top.
This attention soon had the expected result: “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!” He didn’t stop there. She was just so tasty! The whimpers of her rolling orgasm became cries.
She howled her fluffy bunny howl shrilly in extreme orgasm, startling him. It sounded like he was murdering her. He didn’t know what these apartment walls would suppress. It was shocking such volume and force came from such a tiny individual.
He looked up to see Naz looking shocked, her fingers in her ears. This sight caused him to burst out in helpless laughter. Adah turned to look and joined him in laughter. Soon they were all laughing.
Naz added, “I’m grateful you didn’t do that at the town meeting.” They burst out laughing again.
Her laughter dying off, Adah confided, “I don’t mean to be impatient...”
Zach got the message. He grabbed her legs firmly and slid her slim ass over the edge of the table toward him. He wet the tip of his cock on her vulva, stretching it slickly, making everything slick. “I’m going to go slow, okay? So I-”
“Please!” she cried. “UUUUNNNN!” This as he popped his head in and pressed forward a slippery inch. “Slow is fine,” she allowed.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked, rocking gently and firmly in and out of her.
She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!”
"There's the sound I love." He continued forcing open her vaginal cavity with firm, amorous precision. She continued her rolling orgasms as he did so. He saw his thrusting cock distend her tummy slightly. By the time he was fucking full length into her, she’d had two dozen orgasms. She was such a hot little kitty! Perhaps the most responsive woman he’d ever had, and he’d had more than a few.
Adah’s tight vagina fluttered maddeningly on his cock, demanding his offering. There was no meed to wait. “AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” he roared, his eyes drilling intently into Adah’s. She screamed, partly in orgasm, partly at the intensity with which Zach finished. He launched his hot offering into her with utter delight.
All was suddenly still.
Naz said something in Hindi. Adah groaned a response that made Naz titter.
“What?” he asked.
“She’s quite funny,” Naz answered cryptically.
Zach asked Adah, “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yaaas… yes...” Adah assured him. “You like… my sex?”
“So very much,” Zach gushed.
Naz said something to Adah in Hindi. There was a back and forth that sounded mutually supportive.
“Is anyone feeling jealous? These situations can be emotionally tricky.”
Adah said something in Hindi and Naz guffawed.
“What?”
“Don’t worry, Zachary,” said Naz. “There is enough of you to share around, is there not?”
The women were getting along, so that was the important thing.
“I’m still hard,” said Zach. He spun Adah around so that her tummy rested on the table and her legs hung down. She was too short for her toes to reach the ground. He lifted her right leg to make entrance. His heavy load of semen spattered everywhere as he renewed his vehement enjoyment of her tight cunt.
“UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!” Adah cried to begin another series of rolling, crashing orgasms.
"That's my girl." It was twice as long a ride with twice as many excited Adah orgasms. She was shrill and nonstop.
At the end, he excitedly jetted another bountiful offering of his essence deep into Adah’s womb. He couldn’t help it. Her excitement, her abandon, elicited the most excited, fullest offering from him.
In the stillness, Adah seemed stunned, barely conscious. “How are you doing? Any discomfort?”
“Am I broken? I… I don’t… care,” Adah groaned. “So hot, your cream! You pump me so full, so hot. Twice! I feel your organ deep in me, throbbing! I’m getting close...” She closed her eyes. “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!” Her whole body shook.
“I honestly don’t know how I fit into you,” confessed Zach. He regarded his beefy cock shaft protruding from between her child-sized ass cheeks. “Once I found the correct slippery little dimple, the rest was automatic.”
“Jason,” she confessed, “Jason made me unafraid when I saw your thing tonight.”
“Jason is a good lover, I know,” said Zach. “I’m glad you got to experience him. I wouldn’t be surprised if you preferred him.”
“Men!” Adah fumed. “There’s no comparing better or worse! Jason is like a long bumpy train ride from Mumbai to Delhi. With orgasms at every mile marker, assuredly! You are more like a roller coaster ride, Zachary! Furious, where I felt I would fly off or break myself any second! I like both roller coasters and train rides. There is no better. Only different. Moreover, both you and Jason are unique from all other men I’ve known or even heard about. So very generous and giving in the lovemaking. So very exciting. Not like other men.”
Naz sat at the table, hands clamped tightly between thighs, a look of desperation on her face. “I understand it’s Adah’s turn tonight,” she said apologetically.
“I was hoping you’d participate as well,” said Zach.
Naz relaxed and beamed. “I’m under your spell, Zachary,” she confessed. “I feel you even now since yesterday morning. It makes me all the more willing.”
“You, both of you, make me very horny tonight,” Zach confessed. He slid out of Adah, turgid and glistening. Some of his offering, along with his previous, splashed onto the floor between Adah’s shaking legs. Another orgasm shook her to the core upon his exit. “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!” Her accompanying spritz of girl cum sprinkled his legs as he backed away. What a hot little bunny she was!
In a moment, he was on Naz like an exotic dancer. He kissed her deeply, his wet cock stroking up her bare leg. He lifted her bodily, eliciting a playful shriek. She was firmly built but tiny, so perhaps a hundred and twenty pounds. He placed her on her tummy against the table. He grabbed her matching dark red panties. They seemed fragile enough. He tore them off, eliciting an excited grunt. Recycling was good at the colony. They could make more panties.
Naz was sopping wet. Holding himself with one hand, he grabbed one meaty ass cheek with the other, presenting her cunt. He swirled his wet cock head on her wetness and penetrated into her firmly.
“Aahhh!”
He stalled out in Naz’s tight gripping excitement a few inches in. From there, he rocked into her writhing cunt. She was slick.
“OoooAAAAAH!” An orgasm.
"Go for it! Two howlers! Wonderful!" If he didn’t know her, he would have thought it was a competition. Instead, he knew she was lost in her own world of sensation. She’d been extremely primed by watching. He loved it. Her howling much like Adah was taking up the energy of what she'd witnessed. Come to think of it, she had howled a bit the first time. So, two howlers! Coincidence? Had they shared a man or men before? It seemed unlikely. Shared each other's bed perhaps? Intriguing.
He looked over at Adah. She had jumped down from the table onto her knees. She held one dinner napkin to her leaking slit while wiping the mess on the floor with another.
“I can get that,” he felt compelled to mention.
She looked up at him dubiously. “You keep making, I’ll happily wipe.” She smiled. Good, she was having fun. She nodded, pointed to Naz.
Naz was orgasming. “OoooAAAAAH!”
"Howl on, my girl!"
She had instinctively gone up on her toes to get a more pleasing angle. He broadened his stance and pulled her down on her heels, afraid she’d get a cramp if she persisted. He grabbed her ass tightly and plowed into her. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her firm, meaty ass rippled. Her body jerked with the force of it. Her mouth snarled an animal cry that went on and on. She was having multiple orgasms. These women were red hot tonight!
“You’re such a messy diner, Zachary,” Adah quipped. She was on the floor, watching, looking at the floor beneath the lovers, speckled with wet. Naz’s quim was dripping slick girl juice.
With a final shriek from Naz, he locked into her with a roar. Pump! Pump! Pump! So good! He was feeling invincible tonight. So good, deep in Naz’s tight gripping meaty cunt!
“And now another mess,” Adah giggled from the floor. “Beautiful, horny mess. I can cope.” She wiped Naz’s juice drips off Zach’s foot.
He felt some of his latest product dribbling down his scrotum. It was escaping the terrible pressure of Naz’s thoroughly stretched cunt gripping him tightly.
“How are you doing, Naz?” asked Zach.
“So good,” she moaned.
“Halfway there,” he said.
Naz quivered when he started up in her for a second orgasm. “Zach, I- ooooAAAAAH!”
Energized by her immediate wet response, he went to thrashing her pussy with abandon. Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Don’t kill yourself,” Naz managed to grunt between orgasmic throes.
“Enjoy,” he said. “My wives usually enjoy me twice. I hope you don’t mind.”
“OoooAAAAAH!” was Naz’s only return comment.
By the forty minute mark from the time he’d entered her, Naz was looking beat. Her howl had turned to more of a whimper or an excited wheeze. She was tired. He slid his rigid cock out of her, glistening and well-lubricated by their mutual spends. “Would you like a rest? I’ve been at you forty minutes.”
“I serve my husband,” Naz moaned. Then, concerned, “You will be my husband?”
“I will absolutely be your husband,” said Zach. “Take a breather?”
“As you wish,” she said. She was sweating, exhausted. Zach knew a break would be good for her.
“Time for a snack perhaps?” Adah suggested, handing Naz a dinner napkin to wipe up with. She had her dress as he’d left it, a band around her waist. She was wearing just that and her glasses.
“I still haven’t finished.” Zach gently put Adah tummy down over the table. She was less than a hundred pounds, maybe eighty? He held her wet dimple of a vulva wide with one thumb and thrust in his rigid, slippery member.
Adah’s reaction was surprise, “You- you!” and directly after surprise, “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!” As he slickly buried his full length in her. Her cunt felt surprised, quivering.
“I love those bunny howls! Feel okay?” he asked.
“Yes, but-” Adah answered. He pounded her tiny twat enjoyably, stretching his way into it. Her legs tensed, and she quivered. “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH! Don’t you ever stop?!”
“You like long train rides, don’t you?” he quipped. He kept pounding her like a madman. "Anyway, the moon is up, and the bunny must howl."
Adah quickly descended into inarticulate cries. She was so light, tight, fluttery, and wet.
It was a long, pleasurable fight toward this last orgasm. At his finish, he rammed into a shrieking Adah with a howl of his own. His essence came shooting wrenchingly into her. He stood there quivering, panting. His sweat dripped down onto her.
Too exhausted to howl, she moaned shrilly as she felt it come hotly into her. Her legs shook in orgasm.
Once the moment had passed, he slid, now half limp, out of her with a splash. He pulled out a nearby chair and took it, his breathing slowing.
“I just cleaned that,” Adah quipped with a groan. “No matter. You make all the mess you want. You are the god of love. I worship all you bring.” She added, “Be my husband too?”
“Absolutely,” said Zach. “Are you sure you don’t want Jason, or another man, or a variety of men?”
“What do you think of me?” Adah said. She was dangling off the table, exhausted and sweaty, cum dribbling liberally from her. “I was not a virgin, but… I had no time for men in graduate school. Jason was my first man since freshman at university! Only once, and then you. I assure you, I’m not such a harlot as you must think. Alexis saw I smiled at him and, well, I was cognitively impaired by the cannabis. Even so, I have no regret. Jason was quite kind. He gave me an... unforgettable night of pleasure.”
“Good for him.”
“It's been almost two hours of dinner, Zachary,” said Adah. “Surely you’re not like this every night.”
“Not every night,” he agreed sheepishly.
“You need more wives,” Adah quipped.
At this point, Naz, still sacked out on the table, let out a contented snore. Adah and Zach burst out laughing. Naz roused.
“It’s past midnight,” said Zach. “Time for bed.” He scooped up a drowsy Naz from the table and headed upstairs.
“We put the big bed in the master bedroom on the right,” said Adah, patting behind in bare feet.
He opened the door to find a big black bed and not much else. This might have originally been his bed before he got the colorful one. He laid Naz down gently.
Naz smiled sleepily. “Romantic to be carried up the stairs.”
Zach spun around and lifted Adah with a whoop. He laid her down on the bed as well.
“Sleep with us, Zach?” Adah asked.
“Surely.”
“We must all shower first,” said Adah.
It was not difficult to fit into the master bathroom shower tub with two such tiny women. He put them in front of the spray and loomed over them when he needed a little water. Seeing the two women soaping and washing their gorgeous copper-skinned bodies had the expected effect on Zach. His penis filled and made itself known.
Naz had her stocky curves and beatific expression. Adah looked like a teenager. She was so petite in every dimension except her generous breasts and sassy ass. Anming had been correct. Without her glasses, Adah’s delicate face was even more beautiful. He was deeply moved in his chest that these spectacular women wanted to be with him.
“Whoops,” Adah said, turning around to see what had poked her. It was Zach’s penis, straining and rigid. She looked up into his eyes, concerned for him. “Don’t you ever calm down?”
“You’re just so beautiful, both of you,” he said, also catching Naz’s gaze.
“You have a graceful, elegant wife like Khushi,” said Naz. “Why do you react so much to a couple of clunky scientists?”
“You sell yourself far short,” said Zach. “But I’ve rarely met a woman who didn’t. Like Adah said about Jason and me before, there’s no comparing. Both of you are so unique and wonderful. Incomparable. And, I’ll try to calm down.”
They got out and dried each other off, and he did calm down, to half mast at least. The sight of both women climbing onto the bed and pulling down the blankets caused him to re-stiffen.
Grabbing a pillow and snuggling down, Naz said, “Oh, it’s late. Turn off the light.”
Zach turned the lights low.
“I’ve never slept in a bed with a man and a woman before,” said Adah. She seemed excited by the idea. “But wait. Remember, Naz, what’s supposed to happen before bedtime. Is it true, Zachary?”
“Oh, cunnilingus?”
“That’s the thing,” said Adah. “Rouse yourself, Parinaaz. We promised Anming.”
Naz roused herself like a trouper. “How do you want us?”
“Lay on your backs. And get pillows for your heads. I want you to be comfortable. And… let’s… do you have more pillows?”
“In my bedroom,” said Adah.
In the other room, there was nothing much but a narrow little bed with two pillows on it. Zach grabbed them and returned in a flash. Now they had six pillows, plenty. “Let’s put these under your asses,” he said, lifting the women’s backsides and positioning pillows under them easily. “Now hold your legs apart, both of you.”
Both women were quite limber. They held their legs out and up. Adah especially looked like she could have easily put them behind her head. He would have to find out sometime soon. For the time being, he snacked thirstily on her pussy.
He tasted himself, mostly, then Adah’s scent began to emerge. “Ooohhhhh! I’m trying to be quiet, but...”
Zach paused to encourage her. “Go for it, we’re all still awake.”
Adah squirmed once, squirmed twice, and then a full-throated, “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!”
There was that bunny howl! Zach came up for air again and glanced at his phone timer. “Pace yourself. You have three more minutes of this.”
Adah said something to Naz in Hindi. Naz laughed, and Adah cried, “UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!”
Zach had to hold the little woman down firmly to finish his five minutes with her. Along with her shouts, her hips jerked and body vibrated as if to lift off the bed.
Finally, his timer went off. He finished Adah to a final orgasm and came up for air. Adah sighed and smiled with satisfaction.
As Adah crawled under the covers and curled up, Zach focused his attention on Naz. “What was it like, waiting here for me, spreading your legs for me.”
“Indecent,” Naz moaned.
“Listening to her cries, and knowing it would happen to you next?”
“Filthy,” Naz breathed.
“Exciting filthy, or bad filthy?”
“Yes… exciting. NyyyyyaaAAAHH!!” She cried out as Zach stroked wetly on her tiny vulva with his big tongue and lips. Yes, his alkaline taste was on her, in her. Her excited tangy taste was coming on strong behind it.
She was a little wildcat during her five minutes, writhing and crying out. She was strong, too. During a particular strong orgasm, her legs clapped painfully shut on his ears and head. Zach didn’t begrudge it in the least. It was a clear sign he was moving her powerfully.
His timer went off a second time. Naz grabbed his ear with one flailing hand, his hair with the other, and thrust her hips. She needed to get to this last orgasm! Her hips bucked shaking and straining into his face. He re-centered his tongue on her clit and kept up the exact thing she was liking. A moment later, “OoooooooAAAAAAAAAAHH!!” her passion poured out in an unrestrained howl.
Zach came up for air with a smile. "Looks like I have two excellent howlers, soprano and alto."
Naz stirred and stretched. “Good night already, madman.”
Zach held her down and climbed up between her legs. “UUUHHNNN!” she cried as he entered her excitedly.
Adah rolled over as the bed started rocking. “Don’t you stop?” She said it proudly and a little sleepily, not fearfully. “You’re going to break that poor woman. Where will we find another such expert on conversional manifolds?”
“Continue my research if I am killed,” Naz wheezed jokingly.
“You’re enjoying this, right?” asked Zach, just to make sure.
“Y-yeaaahh!” Naz responded. A moment later, she gave more evidence. “OoooAAAAAH!”
"There's my girl." Zach had recovered some from their downstairs antics. Plus, it was so easy for him to cum in missionary. As he worked, Naz writhed in sets and batches of several rolling orgasms. At the end he roared, and sluiced in his cream, fully satisfied. Naz cried out a body-shuddering orgasm with him.
Adah, only her face peeking out of the blankets, finished her own orgasm alongside theirs with an embarrassed, “Nnnngh!” She looked at them looking at her as if to dare them to say something about it. “I am turning off the light now.” she said, like a responsible person. “Because- no you don’t! No. You. Don’t!”
Zach grabbed her out of the blankets and positioned her on her two pillows.
“You don’t have to, really!” Adah cried, struggling playfully.
“He’s a madman,” Naz moaned. “Surrender and take as Anming said.”
What followed for Zach were ten more minutes of exceptional fun in the slender, tiny Adah. She was tight like a vice in missionary. Luckily, he had a lot of leverage, and repeatedly opened her slick tight twat. Consciously or reflexively, she dug her nails into his ass to goad him further. She had rolling paroxysms from the first minute. These continued until he roared and shot one good straining dollop of cream into her.
Both women watched Zach with concern. With sleepy satisfaction, he climbed under the covers.
Naz watched him carefully for a moment more, then snapped out the light.
At three in the morning, Zach awakened to gentle snoring to his right. He was raging hard and urgent. He remembered where he was and felt over to his right. It was Naz, curled up like a kitten, snoring softly.
Naz’s behind was thrust toward him. He felt her twat. It was slick and ready. He thrust in desperately and fucked her like a maniac.
Naz startled, then remembered it was Zach. She bit her pillow, but still her moans rose to cries then screams of orgasm, rousing Adah.
Adah switched on the light. Bleary-eyed, she said, “We heard about this but laughed and thought she was joking. I should have known better by now.”
Zach growled like an animal as he shot three powerful spurts deep into Naz’s highly pressurized vagina. She writhed and cried out in a furious sympathetic orgasm.
Still half asleep, Zach stalked across the bed toward Adah. She saw him coming. She assumed the position: on the blanket, on her back, legs spread. “All right, here it is for you.” She was learning the needs of her new maniac husband.
Zach had the presence of mind to check her little cunny with a finger. Finding it more than adequately slippery and still gooey from his previous spend, he pressed and rocked into her.
Her nails digging into his ass showed him exactly how hard and how fast she wanted it. As her rolling orgasms increased in amplitude, this turned out to be very fast and very hard.
He finished quickly again, in less than ten minutes, and with a copious spend befitting Adah’s excitement throughout. She cried out like a death throe as she felt it rush into her. He fell to the side to spare her his crashing weight. Then all was quiet again.
A few minutes later, Adah extracted herself from the tangle of his sleeping legs to shut off the light.
At six in the morning, Zach awoke in the dim light, ramrod hard and urgent as he’d ever been. The acerbic scent of well-pounded pussies teased his nostrils. Adah was as peaceful in sleep as a tiny angel. Naz made her tiny snore with the air of a satisfied cherub.
He had woken up Naz first last time. But on the other hand, he had pounded Adah last. But Adah was younger.
Zach freed the covers from Adah’s clutch, exposing her nakedness. She roused as he checked her and took her forcefully in a few wet, rocking strokes. Her fingernails found his ass and dug in. She’d developed a good system for communicating her desires without the embarrassment of saying anything. She dug in hard, pedal to the metal.
It was a fast ride, less than five minutes. By the end, Adah was crying out in emphatic orgasm as if murdered. Naz was wide awake beside them.
Zach growled low and overflowed Adah’s tiny cunt with his copious first morning spend. It felt glorious to let loose in the delicate minx as she goaded him hard with her nails. As she did, she cried out and shuddered in orgasm with him.
As Zach sighed in satisfaction, Naz opened her legs for him without a word. He slipped wetly out of Adah and climbed between Naz’s legs. He carefully pressed the head of his wet cock between Naz’s tiny slick straining cunt lips. Then he plunged, and inch by inch, opened her as she grunted with the force of it.
They ended, her with a cry, him with a roar. Her legs were pinned above her head. His second spend of the day was gloriously full in her. She mewed with satisfaction. He lay to the side, panting after his sprint, panting with pleasure. Pulling the blankets around himself, he fell onto his pillow in complete relaxed satisfaction.
When he opened his eyes again, they were gone.
He threw on his scrubs and went out to the landing. Two women joking and giggling in Hindi were below him. Something smelled good to eat.
Naz and Adah had decided to cook themselves and him an “American breakfast.” The fake but excellent tasting bacon was made from bean curd. It joined pancakes, artificial scrambled eggs, and real orange juice from oranges grown in the agriculture dome. Zach didn’t have the heart to tell them. Generally, his breakfast was 300 ml of yogurt, a banana, and coffee.
“Ladies, this breakfast is delicious!” Adah and Naz looked at each other smugly. They had planned this detail. They were dressed in their work clothes, tan blouses and black stretch pants.
When it looked like breakfast was winding down, Zach stood up and picked up his dishes. He rinsed them and put them in their dish washer. He got to the table when Naz and Adah were still picking up. He caught Adah’s delicate ass with his hips, pressing her against the table. He took the dishes out of her hands and set them to the side as he lifted her and bent her down on the table.
“Anming didn’t say about this,” said Adah.
“This is only when I’m feeling especially amorous.”
“On the bed again?” she asked.
“As you wish,” Zach said. He lifted her effortlessly in his arms.
“You’re coming, too,” he told Naz.
“I’ll clean up just a bit-”
“No, now. I don’t trust you not to scamper away.”
“I’m willing,” argued Naz, “completely willing!”
Nevertheless, Zach herded Naz up the stairs, Adah in his arms. The women insisted on undressing themselves, since they didn’t want to muss their work clothes.
Zach undressed and took a few minutes of cunnilingus apiece to rev them up again. Then he took Adah. She screeched and dug in her nails harder than ever. She really enjoyed missionary, especially curled up on pillows.
Naz took it as hard and fast as Zach could provide. This meant on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He was standing, legs apart, behind her, pounding the bejeezus out of her.
He roared out an orgasm. He took an extra minute just to enjoy the feeling of Naz’s tight snatch filled to the brim with him and his goop. She was moving on him. He was getting hard again. He slid out of a still excited Naz and dressed. They did have some time constraints. The women lay there panting and joking in Hindi.
“I think you’re expected at the Trigonometry meeting tonight,” said Zach.
“We’ll be there,” said Adah.
Zach took his leave.
(To be continued)
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93: Saturday, Mithuna 21, 232. 1100 hours OST: Ironing Out the Wrinkles
Later that morning, Zach found Martha working with Charisse in the Agriculture Dome. Charisse caught Martha by the arm as she tried to scamper away. “No, you’re not going anywhere.”
Zach addressed Martha’s back and shapely behind. “It’s okay if you really don’t want to see me, but it seemed like everything was so good. Now you’re not returning my calls or texts. You said you wanted to join Trigonometry. What do I tell the wives?”
As he spoke, Martha turned. Her eyes were wet. “I’m sorry. It seems I managed to mess everything up.”
“Don’t worry about that,” said Zach. “What’s going on? What do you want?”
“Martha got spooked,” said Charisse. “She needs to tell you something, Zach, something painful. She needs to share her heart.”
Martha fumed at Charisse. “I spoke to you confidentially! It’s not his problem, or anyone else’s problem.” She turned to Zach. “She’s right, I just got spooked. It’s nothing. It’s just that… I of course intend to have you unprotected, mostly, many times!” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself. “You should let it out all in me and all over me. I can take all your fluids. I’m a good cock sucker, you know that. I’m just a little too used to regular sex, with condoms, I mean. It’s nothing.”
“You should tell him, flower,” said Charisse.
Zach said, “I’ve known fastidious women who struggle with the messiness of sex. I’ve never had a woman run away and hide afterward for that reason.” He saw the fear in Martha’s eyes. He said, soothingly, “You can tell me anything. I promise I’ll understand. Do you have a problem with how I smell?”
“Not at all!” said Martha. “I think you smell wonderful, Zach. I can do all the dirty things! I can lick your… anywhere. Everything’s fine. I’m just used to condoms, heh, like everybody.”
“Martha, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Zach said. He held her close and nuzzled her ear. “Whatever you’re feeling, we can talk about it and work it out.”
“O-okay,” she murmured.
Charisse said, “If this is really resolved, you two should make up, right here, right now.”
“I think we just made up,” said Zach.
Charisse locked eyes with Zach behind Martha’s back. “No, I mean make… up… Zach.” She pumped her fist upwards for emphasis in an unmistakable gesture for intercourse.
Well, it wouldn’t hurt to comfort Martha. He kissed her gently, and she didn’t resist. It was if she fell into a spell. He kissed her more deeply, taking in her fresh scent. He cupped one of her giant knockers through her shirt. He thanked God for stretch shirts. He thanked God for no bras on Mars. He felt her nipple swell to hard prominence in moments, straining against his hand.
They were locked in a kiss of mutual pleasure that obviated further discourse. He played lovingly with her nipple. Her hands roamed under his scrub top to feel the muscles of his abs and back. He figured she might be ready for more. His hand crept into the back of her stretch pants and panties. He grabbed her naked butt cheek firmly and pulled her tightly into the kiss. His hand in her panties worked its way around toward the front. He felt her smooth mound. His hand slid lower.
Martha clamped her hand down on Zach’s and broke the kiss. “I’m sorry. Please, I don’t want to spoil my workplace. Not in front of my coworkers. It’s nothing about you personally, Charisse, or Zach. It’s just that I want to say no.” She gently pulled his hand out of her stretch pants. He put the hand on her pants and snuggled one finger into her crack. She didn’t stop him.
“My delicate flower, we discussed this,” said Charisse. “It’s not against the law here. We encourage it. Our work is as much about making human babies as plant and fungus babies. We do that by getting Zach’s or some other good man’s good stuff deep in here.” She caressed her own camel toe playfully. “It’s the other thing, isn’t it?”
“It’s not the other thing!” Martha insisted.
Zach wondered what they were talking about. Clearly it was something Martha didn’t want to discuss. She had the right to privacy. He could leave it alone.
Charisse’s hand absentmindedly settled to stroke her crack through her stretch pants. “I think it is,” she said. She stuck a finger in her mouth and sucked it, eyeing Zach intensely. “Tula is weaning soon,” she told Zach. Tula was her eight-month-old baby daughter by Jason, a delightful and active little milk chocolate tot. “I’m feeling it strongly,” she added invitingly.
Martha grabbed Zach’s face with both hands and directed his gaze to hers. “I’m not a prude!” she insisted to him. “I’ve heard from Aanya and Charisse about the… uh… duties around Trigonometry. Different things like that were speculated in the TV shows. I’m ready for that, have been ready for that. You can mess in me to your heart’s content. Honest Zach, I can. I will.” She was so insistent that Zach knew she was trying to convince herself more than him. Her teeth were gritted. She looked anxious.
“I understand,” said Charisse. “Losing control and having dirty sex are understandably scary for you. But all you need to do is this.” She spun around. She pulled her stretch pants and panties down to her knees, baring her bare mound and crack to Zach. She spread her ample pale ass cheeks with her hands. There displayed were her perky asshole and the folds of her wet cunt. Her inner lips were a little more prominent now that she had borne two children. If anything, her cunt was more attractive than it had been. “Do this, close your eyes, and get ready to feel something profound. Zach will take care of the rest, won’t you Zach? You see? Look at his cock bulge. He can’t resist a dewy flower, ready to be pollinated. I think it would be easier if you told him, Martha.”
Martha opened her mouth to say something and then clapped it shut. She looked back and forth between the two. Charisse was smiling and wiggling her ass excitedly.
Zach was in a difficult position. He was here to reassure Martha, not disrupt her further by tussling with Charisse.
“Since Martha doesn’t want to play…” said Charisse with her Miss America smile. “I need your opinion on something, Zach. I’ve been exercising my cunt muscles, holding ever smaller diameters and heavier weights of metal balls. I prefer holding two or three. Hmm, let’s get these out of the way.” She carefully expressed from her cunt three shiny metal ball bearings into her hand. “These are platinum. I can feel them so heavy in there, clacking against each other with every movement. I had to really work my way up to these! They are even heavier than my gold balls. They’re so hard to hold in! But I need an impartial opinion. You haven’t felt my cunt since before I gave birth to Tula. Is my cunt fitter than ever? Jason says so, but he’s been in there a LOT since Tula was born. Ethan and Aiden are not the best at judging such things, and Mateo is gone. The new crewmen are so cute, but they have nothing to compare it to. I need YOU to try it, Zach,” she concluded with a whimper.
“Well, that IS a poser,” said Zach noncommittally, trying to gauge Martha’s reaction.
Martha grabbed and squeezed Zach’s straining hard cock through his scrubs. She pulled down his pants and boxer briefs gingerly. She cradled his weapon in her delicate hand, where it looked huge. “I’ve gotten you extremely worked up,” she swallowed. “And you have needs, I understand that. I know your history with Charisse. You two are not strangers! There’s even a woman who plays Charisse in both series, but they’re nothing like her. And I am not a cock blocker!” she insisted stridently. She let go of his cock like the gates opening at a horse race.
“You mean?” Zach stammered, trying to keep his eyes fixed on Martha. His dancing, excited cock said the rest. It pointed directly at the opening of Charisse’s wet cunt.
“Yes,” said Martha, grimacing and folding her arms under her bouncing massive titties. Her excited nipples strained against the fabric of her stretch top. “Go take care of her.”
This didn’t feel right. “I came here to make up with you, not cause more trouble,” he said. “Your body language doesn’t look like a yes. And you just got done explaining this shouldn’t happen at work.”
“No, go, Zach, do it,” Martha said. She grimaced and waved him along. Charisse gave a hopeful and helpful ass wiggle. “Charisse is right. If I can’t even handle watching you… I mean, I can watch you service a woman, any woman. I mean, I’ve watched... you… I mean, just go ahead, Zach. I’ll be fine. I insist!” She gave him a gentle push.
“Aw, he’s drooping!” Charisse said. “He likes you, silly flower, and he’s worried he’s going to hurt you.”
“If you really-” Zach stammered.
“You’ll have to guide him in,” Charisse offered.
Martha grabbed the shaft of Zach’s penis.
“No, really,” he insisted. “That’s unnecessary.”
Martha was determined. He wasn’t about to fight her as she dragged him by the cock over to Charisse’s opening.
“Ha. I’ve never done this for somebody else,” said Martha.
“Just stir it around in my juicy, oh, ah, that’s right...” Charisse moaned.
“C’mon, get closer, Zach,” Martha insisted. She pushed his ass so he staggered forward.
“Unnnh!” moaned Charisse.
“You are tight,” Zach managed.
“Is my cunt slick enough for you, lover?” Charisse asked.
“Yesss,” Zach breathed.
“You’re started,” said Martha. She spanked Zach’s ass gently. “Get going.”
Zach rocked into Charisse’s wet, lively cunt until he was fully sheathed. It felt like heaven. He pulled out and helplessly thrust in. She sang out a clear note. “Yes, tighter than ever,” he whimpered.
“We know you want to finish, Zach,” said Martha. “Go ahead and finish what you started.”
Martha was goading him. Charisse was tormenting his cock with her rippling vaginal walls. How did he get in these situations? The only way out was through.
He grabbed Charisse’s ass cheeks firmly with a smack that made her shriek with delight. From there, he fucked her like a racing piston engine, like a maniac. He was at the complete mercy of her exquisite twat. He pistoned into her as she squeaked octaves and gushed.
“RAAAAAAH!!” Zach howled as he locked hard into Charisse. He jetted his soul, his love, his everything into her like a fire hose. As he did so, she shrieked her highest note.
They rested, panting together. Zach noticed Martha standing to the side. She looked like a deer in the headlights. One hand was guiltily feeling her bosom. The other was in her pants.
“You see, sweet pea, he was helpless,” said Charisse. “He had to pollinate my flower once you got him started. And I was helpless to be pollinated after the moment of his powerful entry. And we’re all fine, aren’t we? Nothing bad happened from us being so out of control. You just need to let go and let nature handle it, little flower.” She said this although Martha was hardly little compared to Charisse. She was only an inch shorter, and her breasts were huge. Huge and yummy. Zach pulsed in Charisse’s gripping, dripping quim. She smiled and hugged him with her cunt walls.
Zach stepped back. His cock slid out wetly, barely tamed. At his exit, Charisse bore down. Their juices powerfully splashed out all over her legs and lowered panties. “You see, my flower? Natural sex, the kind that pollinates, is often messy. You must reclaim it for yourself. The circumstances are everything. His fluids are natural. Your fluids are natural. Even your turds are natural.” At this remark, Martha’s hands flew to her face and hid it in shame.
“Honestly,” said Zach. “Part of being a parent is tolerating a mess. The soil was nothing.”
Charisse waddled over to Martha, dripping everywhere, and hugged her tightly. “It’s not that, Zach,” she said. “Please tell him, little flower. Please. Everything will ease if you tell him.”
“It’s not relevant,” Martha insisted. “I can do it unprotected, will do it unprotected. It’s Zach, after all, my soulmate.”
“Tell him,” said Charisse. “You can get past this. Let Zach in, little flower. I promise it’ll be good. I promise, promise.”
Martha looked down, resigned. “Zach, when I was in my junior year at university, I went to a fraternity party.”
Zach restrained himself from reassuring her and just listened. By the tone of her voice, he knew this was not about just a bit of drunken revelry.
“I don’t even know what happened,” Martha continued. “In the morning, I woke up. My panties were gone. I was wet and, and… sticky… all over. I could smell my own shit. I had thrown up some. I wrapped up in my coat and ran back to the dorm. I stayed in the shower. My vagina hurt, Zach, really hurt! My asshole too. And my throat. It was clear I’d been given a date rape drug. Who knows what they did to me while I was out. Years later, I remembered feeling sick and helpless and suffocated with pain as I was pushed at and jostled.”
“I didn’t lie to you Zach. I’ve had therapy and lovers since then. After I took my first man again between my legs, I thought I was fine. I knew I was a neatnik about sex. I thought it was just my preference. When I smelled your emission… ugh. I know it’s not the same. When I saw my dropping, saw it, I felt agitated, so uncomfortable. I didn’t want to run away. I’ll behave now, trust me, I can act like a normal person.”
“Martha,” said Zach, tearing up. “You are a normal person who has been traumatized. Your reaction is understandable. We can work through it together. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to wake up like that, hurt and feeling helpless. Not knowing what had happened or who your attacker or attackers were. It must have been awful. Your response is understandable. What should we do to take care of you?”
“I want you to make a baby in me, Zach,” said Martha. “At the same time, I smell your semen all over Charisse, and I want to run and hide.”
Charisse said, “My darling flower, it’s time to get back on the horse.” She grabbed the hem of Martha’s stretch pants gently, playfully. Martha reacted and struggled. Charisse held on.
“Not right away,” argued Martha, struggling. “I need to think.”
“It’s time to stop thinking and feel,” argued Charisse. “Remember how Zach’s powerful thrusts felt in you?”
“Yes.”
“Remember when you gave him the gift of your surrender and he let loose in you?”
“Yes,” Martha whimpered.
“Was it hot? Did he roar?”
“Yuss,” Martha moaned.
There was something intensely erotic about Charisse and Martha wrestling over the latter’s stretch pants. It was the massive knockers versus the massive pale ass. Martha’s boobs played a drumbeat on their wrestling arms. Charisse’s pale ass, stretch pants half down, wiggled enticingly as they struggled.
“Let Zach give you that wonderful feeling!” Charisse cried.
“But Zach finished!” insisted Martha.
Charisse fought Martha to a standstill. She was hobbled by her pants around her knees and dripping everywhere. “Silly flower, Zach can do it many times in a row!”
Martha was resisting without much resolve. Charisse managed to yank Martha’s stretch pants halfway down her thighs. They fought over Martha’s panties until they ripped. “Oh, apologies,” said Charisse and let go.
Martha looked around at Zach. Willfully, she bent her naked ass toward him. She grabbed her cheeks to present both holes. Her cunt was winking open and wet with her slick cream. “This fight is meaningless. Zach just finished, see?”
Zach closed in on her backside. He stirred his straining hard penis, still sloppy wet from fucking Charisse, around Martha’s vulva. He found the magic spot and thrust into her in uncontrollable jerks. Soon he was buried deep and wet in her. He groaned in delight.
“Uaaaugh!” was her only comment on his desperate, jerking entrance.
“Did I hurt you?” Zach asked.
“Still sore from last time,” Martha moaned. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re big, you jerk.”
“I’m sorry,” said Zach.
“Don’t apologize, busy bee,” said Charisse. “Can’t you see that all this girl wants is to dilate herself painfully on your wet meat? To orgasm fitfully on your passionate tool?” Charisse smirked. “She’s been practicing with a latex cast of you from the toy box.”
“You mean?”
“What, you think that all I made was that trophy?” Charisse scoffed. “I carried a few choice representations of your magnificent instrument to Mars. Though sadly, the cast was left behind. I should perhaps sit you, or I should say stand you, for another one.” She grinned with delight. “Now what are you waiting for? Get to work!”
Trying not to hurt Martha, he thrust his penis so that it flew in and out of her slick quim. He didn’t bottom it out or slap her vulva. Despite his desperate need to mate her, he figured this was gentler. The sensation excited him. He wouldn’t last long.
“But you need to surrender, flower,” Charisse coached.
“Uuuuuuaaaaoooohhh!!” Martha vocalized, throbbing in an all-body orgasm.
“That’s better!” Charisse encouraged. “Don’t hold back, Zach.”
Zach couldn’t hold back. He thrust more firmly, bottoming out and smacking his hips and scrotum loudly on Martha’s vulva.
“UUUUUUAAAAHHHH!!” Martha climaxed even more powerfully.
Zach kept his desperate pace. Martha’s tight puss gripped him with terrible slick pressure. She whimpered in helpless pleasure.
“RAAAAAAAHH!!” His hips thrust and locked tightly into her. From somewhere unimaginable, his semen and his soul shot out and filled her until he was completely hollow.
There was quiet and panting from all three.
“Yesterday’s chat with Zach must have gone well,” said a musical Russian accent.
They turned to see the radiant Stacy and a desperate looking Aanya. Even smudged with dirt, Stacy looked radiant. Aanya had her hand down her pants.
Even Charisse was speechless. She nonchalantly slipped her hand out of her stretch pants. Her crotch was wet with all she had expressed onto her panties earlier.
“How is your dream come true?” Stacy asked Martha with interest.
“Messy and frightening.”
Zach groaned in a kind of pain as his penis fell out. There was a plop and a splash all over Martha’s legs and clothes.
“So messy,” Martha added. She appeared to be in some distress. She squeezed her nose shut with her fingers.
Zach saw that Aanya had her hand down her pants. She told him, “Could you plan another one, please?”
Zach sighed and smiled. It was his life.
“Scoot along, Zach, it's time for our staff meeting,” said Charisse. “Whoops, I’ve misplaced my ball bearings.” She squatted down to look under the planting tables. The other women scrambled to help in the search. Stacy gave him a thirsty look as he took his leave, then returned to the search. Just the look made him shudder with desire for her. That woman had powers.
Zach’s phone alarm beeped. It was time for his appointment with Noa.
A smiling Noa ushered Zach into her office. She wore little or no makeup, nor did she need it. She looked stunning in a purple knit dress that ended at crotch level. Her breasts strained against the top of it, nipples erect. As he sat on the bed, she splayed her legs at him from her office chair, flashing her white panties. He was mesmerized.
Something rolled against his hand. Noa’s eyes widened. “Oh, whoops!” she exclaimed, and snatched up the object. It was conventional cylindrical dildo shaped vibrator, pink in color. She stuffed it into her bedside drawer with a smile. “I thought that would stay under the pillow! In my work, it’s important for me to always feel alive and connected to my sexuality.”
“I hope my depressive ramblings don’t bring you down.”
“Oh no! Nothing to do with you, honestly! Our sessions are stimulating, thinking of you with all our women. Afterward I have quite the opposite problem and need to calm myself.”
“You flatter me.”
“Let’s go through your text messages. That seems like a good way to organize our talks.”
Zach looked at his phone. “Here’s a new one from Martha confirming she’ll be at tonight’s Trigonometry dinner.”
“Sounds like progress. What happened with Martha? Last time, you were leaving here to meet her at your office.”
“Well, we did meet, and we made love. But she ran away. I just found out why. I’m not sure I should say.”
“These sessions are confidential, Zach.”
“She was drugged and raped once at university. She thought she’d fully recovered. But seeing and smelling the mess we made with our unprotected sex, it reminded her, and she freaked out. I guess she’d always used condoms before the program, like many of us did.”
“Good for her. I’m glad she confided in you, Zach. How are you dealing with the news?”
“It made me angry. When I hear this kind of thing, it’s the only time I legitimately want to kill someone, the person who did it.”
“Are you two working through it?”
“I think we are,” said Zach, smiling.
“So she was hiding from you. I thought she was just ducking my boring community chat. And I see it in retrospect, how the smell of semen might trigger her PTSD.”
“I liked your community chat.”
“What was that drama at your table beforehand, where Adah stood up? It looked like she was going to cry.”
“Anming told her she had to do the Trigonometry bent-over-the-table service thing in front of everybody.”
“This is where you make love to a wife at the dinner table.”
“Yes. But-”
“You have a new wife now? That’s a big development! I don’t know much about Adah. She’s quiet.”
“She’s not quite a wife yet. And even if she were, I wouldn’t do such a thing. Anming has been pushing both Adah and Parinaaz through the process relentlessly. So I told Adah to sit down. I hope you know that I’m not the kind of guy who would humiliate other people. I guess, unless they wanted it. I think it was just that Anming is sexually excited by being humiliated, so she thinks all women are. I don’t think she meant Adah any harm.”
“Well, it all got resolved. Yes, I saw that Adah and Naz were sitting at your table. This means new wives?”
“I think so.”
“Sounds promising. You’ve had sex with them, then?”
“Yes.” Zach smiled, remembering the pleasure of last night.
“Anything more to share about that?”
“They were wonderful! The three of us spent the night together last night. Naz, Doctor Gupta, and I had been together before.”
“Before? I hadn’t heard about this.”
“I’m sorry. We’ve been talking about my grief and it just didn’t come up.”
“Zach, if you make love to a new woman, that’s a big deal for you. I want to hear all about it as soon as possible, okay? I don’t want to be surprised again.”
“Fair enough.”
“Anything else about Adah and Parinaaz? Describe this overnight. Did you go from one woman’s bed to the other during the night? Or was it more like a threesome? Were there any hurt feelings?”
“It was more in between, not separate bedrooms, not really a threesome. Anming had instructed them to do all the wife things. So Naz watched while I had intercourse with Adah on the dinner table. I went twice. Then I did Naz twice while Adah watched. Then, I was taking a long time...”
“I’ll bet!”
“...and Naz looked exhausted, so I switched back to Adah.”
“Sounds exhausting.”
“It was delightful! They’re both so responsive, Adah especially. Who can resist that?”
“That’s a positive attitude, Zach.”
“And I was proud because they both got about equal time, about thirty-five to forty minutes.”
“You timed it?”
“Only roughly. By then it was midnight, so we showered and went to bed.”
“Quite an adventure.”
“But we didn’t go to sleep. The women remembered they needed to get the five minutes of cunnilingus apiece before bed.”
“This is a Trigonometry thing?”
“It used to be, back on Earth, when we were all sleeping together every night. I’m not sorry Anming told them to do it. I miss it!”
“Wow, if only those TV shows back on Earth knew. Think of how many women would be getting their minds blown at bedtime. Think of the explosion of nookie! What a wonderful practice, Zach. It makes me want to be a Trigonometry wife.” She squirmed in her seat. “This is turning me on fiercely.”
“I agree. Statistics say that most men don’t go down on women. I guess most men are morons. It’s so easy to please a woman! And tasty too! I just don’t understand it.”
“To be fair to men, most women don’t go down on men either, at least not very often.”
“I just don’t get it.”
“Neither do I. But moving on. Of course, they both wanted you then.”
“Well, I wanted them. They seemed at least fascinated by my horniness. So I made love to both of them again.”
“Then you got some sleep I hope?”
“I did. But I woke up at 3 AM and at dawn to have them both again.”
“Is this a normal thing for you?”
“Once or twice during the night? Sure.”
“Go on,” insisted Noa.
“Then they made breakfast, and it was great.”
“And you wanted them again?”
“Am I that predictable?”
Noa chuckled.
Zach explained, “Adah didn’t want it at the table. She really likes me missionary style. She just digs her fingernails into my ass and screams the whole time. It’s wild. So we all went upstairs and I made love to both of them again. Then I left.”
“That’s quite a pace, Zach. Are you sure you’re okay?” Noa leaned in, legs spread. Zach’s eyes were helplessly drawn to her straining panties. Was there a bit of a wet mark on them? “Surely you can’t feel at all sexual today after going so hard and continuous on two women.”
“Actually...” said Zach. He dragged his eyes up from Noa’s crotch to make eye contact. “I’m feeling extremely horny here and now with you.”
“Zach, as I’ve said, I’m here to be of service to you. Relax. I’m not another woman you should feel obligated to take care of, sexually or otherwise.”
“I understand that. I’m attracted to you, Noa. I’m interested in making love to you, if you’re willing. That is, if you don’t think it will hurt our therapeutic relationship.”
“I don’t want to interrupt your session. Let’s discuss it later. What other text messages?”
“Here’s one from Irma,” said Zach. “I’ve been keeping her at arms length.”
“Irma Jackson? What a wonderful woman. Why on Earth have you been avoiding her?”
Zach searched his mind. “It’s not that Irma reminds me of Colby. She’s not that much like Colby. Maybe it’s a social thing. I guess I’m afraid people will see me as replacing Colby with her. People thinking I’m trying to improve on Colby with a medical doctor who is more sexually open-minded.”
“And the connection with Colby being that she’s a black woman?”
“That’s what people would think,” said Zach.
“Who are these people? Would you think that?”
“No. I guess I’m an idiot. The new people have never even met Colby unless they knew her from before.”
Noa asked, “How have you gotten the impression she’s sexually open-minded? Has she sent you explicit texts?”
“Not really. Not full nudes or anything. She reiterates to me that she wants to see me outside of work. I did her orientation, you see.”
“I didn’t know you were working at all.”
“Just a little. Ayana was swamped with orientations and needed to stay on top of the colony’s health besides.”
Noa reiterated, “I still don’t get the ‘sexually open-minded’ description.”
“She mentioned she expected to see me at Alexis’s orgy, which means she went.”
Noa said, “And what if she did? It was a small group, five couples as I understand. I tried to get my date to go there, but he wouldn’t go. Women sometimes desire recreational sex, too. Is that wrong?”
“It’s not wrong in the least,” confirmed Zach.
“It’s just different from Colby. So this is about Colby.”
“It’s not about Colby. It’s just… I’ve been busy.”
“I think she’s great. And I think you’re great. The thought of you two coming together makes me happy.”
“Fair enough.”
“Who else are you texting with, Zach?”
“Well, there’s always the Breeding Bitches inviting me to this and that. Michaela flashed her vulva at me the other day while Anming was introducing me to Adah and Naz.”
“And what did you think of that?”
“I miss her. I want to get together with her.”
“So, do you think of me as a Breeding Bitch?”
“Not really. Do you want me to think of you as a Breeding Bitch?”
“Well, I suppose I’m in that orbit. But I’d rather be unique to you, Zach.”
“You certainly are that.”
“Who else?”
“Well, there’s you. You know that thread.”
“I do. I feel like you’ve been withholding your expression from me.”
“Well, it’s been the whole concern about whether it will hurt our therapeutic relationship. I’ve loved your tasteful nudes. I guess we’ve decided now it won’t hurt?”
“Yes, let’s choose that.”
“Well, here’s something.” It was a nude of Zach’s powerful chest and abs. His erect cock jutted up from his groin at the bottom of the image.
“Wow,” Noa exclaimed, smacking her luscious lips. “Nice! Thank you, Zach. I’m glad there’s no more withholding. Such a powerful… figure.” She squeezed her legs together and squirmed in her seat.
She returned from her reverie and said, “Who else?”
“Well, Siri. I’ve been flirting with her by text since the after party.”
“She saw you make love to Colleen?”
“Yes.”
“No wonder! Too bad I missed it.”
“Alexis has a tape, I believe.”
“I know.” Noa grinned mischievously. “Who else?”
“Colby and I have been trading ‘I miss you’ texts.”
“Any flirtation?”
“Not really. I haven’t wanted to tease her, and she has her own reasons I suppose. We’ve shared that we miss our lovemaking. That’s it.”
“Successful long distance relationships often have a rich flow of media between partners. It’s healthy.”
“I’ll discuss it with her.”
“Who else?”
“Lava, the Bulgarian doctor. She seems horny at all times. I’ve stayed away.”
“Any particular reason?”
“Just busy, overwhelmed. A lot of women are after me.”
“That’s not really true. I know the attention can feel overwhelming. Listen to what these women are saying rather than your overwhelm.”
“Latest text from Lava: ‘Fuck tonight’, question mark. Pretty clear.”
“Granted. But not universal. Let’s move on.”
“Aanya wants to be mock-raped again, and I just mock-raped her.”
“You sound beleaguered by this. Send her to me. I’ll find her other resources, okay?”
“Thank you.”
“Anyone else?”
“Well, there’s Stacy, Martha’s friend. We’ve just been chatting, though. Nothing horny.”
“Do you think she likes you?”
“I think so.”
“Do you like her?”
“Well, she’s radiantly beautiful, scary beautiful. And generally kind of a scary person.”
“She’s a very nice woman. Innocent, actually. Don’t be intimidated, Zach.”
“I’m not intimidated.”
“Anyone else?”
“No, that’s everybody.”
“Does all this attention from the women feel good?”
“Good, yes, overwhelming, but good.”
(To be continued)
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94: Saturday, Mithuna 21, 232. 1440 hours OST: Noa
It was the end of Zach’s therapy session with Noa. She said, “Should we end our session and switch from business to pleasure? Or, if you want to get through your overwhelming life a bit more, I completely understand. I’m here for you whatever you choose, Zach.”
Zach said, “I’m powerfully inclined. I don’t have to be anywhere until dinner. That’s not for hours.”
“Okay then,” said Noa, giving her head a little shake and closing her fingers together. “Business closed. Now, I have a curious… little request.”
“Anything,” said Zach with a smile.
“I want to experience the Trigonometry before bedtime thing. It gets me very horny thinking about it.”
“I’d love to!”
“Where do you… uh… want me?”
“On the bed.” Noa had a big bed. “And let’s get some pillows.”
Noa kicked off her shoes and climbed on. “Over the sheets?”
“On top of the bedspread is good. And put one pillow under your head and one under your bottom.”
“I’m feeling as though I should have less clothing as well.”
“We can progress with that any way you’d like. Be my guest!”
Noa slid her slinky purple dress over her head. POW! POW! Her glorious knockers sprang out and did a one-two punch on his soul. She got off the bed and hung her dress up, giving him time to appreciate her generous tits, perky in the Martian gravity. Then she had just white panties, earrings, and a bracelet. She took off the jewelry and put it on the bedside. “Do you want?” she asked, her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
“If you don’t mind, leave them on. I want to save the big reveal. I want to nuzzle and tease you.”
“Nnnh,” said Noa when she heard that. “I like the nuzzling. Not too much teasing, I hope,” she said. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on the pillows.
Zach opened Noa’s legs, which she parted with a smile. There was a wet line where her vulva lips had moistened her panties with excitement.
He nuzzled his face into the crotch of her panties and breathed. Hers was a clean, organic, slightly acid scent. There was a strong feminine essence that thrilled him throughout his body. He would bet she’d showered just before the session, then was excited to see him. He could feel her nether lips and the wet place in between with his nose.
He stroked his nose up and down on her wet spot as he continued to whiff her scent. He reached up and handled big handfuls of each knocker. He stroked her breasts and played with her nipples. Noa twisted her hips in a way that suggested to him she liked this attention.
With a helpful hip raise from Noa, Zach slipped her panties off to reveal a carefully shaved mound. Spreading her nether lips with his thumbs, he saw a good-sized clitoris. She appeared ready for just about anything.
When he danced his tongue on her clitoral button, she didn’t back away from it. He held her vulva open with his thumbs and the tip of his nose. This lifted her clitoral hood, exposing her clitoris. She groaned in orgasm. She was as responsive as he’d imagined she would be given her interest in sex, perhaps more. She groaned out another, bigger orgasm while her hips rocked and her legs shuddered. As he sucked and licked her clitoris, it got a centimeter long and rock hard. Another orgasm! Her clit strained hard as Noa strained, hard, wet, and excited, through ever closer, bigger orgasms.
It seemed no time at all had passed when Zach’s five minute timer buzzed. He continued as she strained for her next really big orgasm while having littler orgasms. She exploded into it with a whole body shudder, the biggest yet.
He came up for air. “That was five minutes, but I feel you got short changed. I was playing around at the beginning. With a wife, I usually dive straight in to what she likes.”
“If you want to do more, I’ll happily accept more- oh God Zach!” This as he went back to tonguing her clit exactly as it seemed she was liking it best. She squeaked and shuddered in orgasm.
As he continued, he swirled his index finger in her ample juices and penetrated her anus. His face was too big to easily fit a finger into her vagina while he was giving oral. To make up for this, he liked to go in through the anus. From here, he stroked the g-spot and other sensitive areas through the recto-vaginal septum. Noa vocalized and orgasmed harder than ever. BAM! BAM! BAM! She squeezed the hell out of his finger with her anal sphincter. This was a woman who did her kegels!
“Yaaah!” said Noa, jumping. “Enough-enough! Yeah, I’m too sensitive.”
Zach and Noa looked at each other and smiled.
“Your oral sex is right up there, Zach. You’re loving and adventurous. You don’t rush. Top shelf, honestly. You should be proud.”
“I thank you.”
“I see you’re hard. Here’s a wet wipe for your finger. What next? I’d enjoy some anal sex like this, face to face. Do you enjoy anal sex? I have some lube here on the bedside.”
“I saw that lube. I enjoy anal sex. Interesting first choice.”
“I love vaginal sex, and I’d also like to show you my oral skills soon, but... I reserve my back entrance for lovers rather than people I’m seeing therapeutically. Therefore, it has come to feel more close to me, more intimate.”
“Interesting. I see your point.”
“Good. Now make my dirty stink hole feel sweet, Zach.”
With a few minutes work, Noa’s rectum and Zach’s cock were lubed up and ready for entrance. He rocked in easily and gloriously, as she had superior anal control. Since they were face to face, they kissed. He played with her nipples while she stroked her hand across her clitoral hood. He was worked up by giving her oral sex, and soon came with a roar. Noa joined him and came with a squirt, frigging her slick clitoris hard.
Zach started up again immediately. Many more Noa orgasms followed. He had good staying power this time. Their lovemaking was wet. It was messy. It was loud. It was glorious. There was no obvious shit or stink. Maybe she had cleaned herself out, or maybe they were just lucky.
At the moment of his release, Zach was kissing Noa. He felt her tongue tense and her anus clamp down in hard pulses on his cock. They locked eyes as he groaned out his soul and they climaxed together. Her eyes looked into his soul. He felt known.
In the aftermath, they kissed and held each other for some time. It felt comforting. “Don’t pull out unless you need to,” she said. "You looked like you would put a baby in me."
"If I could."
She looked away. "I'd have to stop my work," she said. "The colony is so young. It's not the right time for me. All the same, I felt the love, Zach. Thank you."
"I meant the love."
"At the risk of playing favorites, I did too."
Zach nursed for a time. He fell out, and she had towels and wipes. They dressed. Noa rolled up the coverlet, wet spots and all, and threw it in her large hamper. There was another identical dry coverlet underneath it. Go her! She was prepared for this sort of thing, clearly. It made him feel both cringy and proud of her. A powerful purpose larger than herself had her. She led a unique and innovative life.
“I want more intimacy from you soon, Zach,” encouraged Noa. “It supports me. I asked for what I wanted, and don't worry, I'll keep asking. I also want to learn what you enjoy best.”
“I suppose I’m vanilla,” said Zach. “I like looking you in the eyes like that. I'm yearning now to put a big load deep in your cunny. And like you said, the more you enjoy it, the more I enjoy it. Lord, I practically shot my wad while I was licking you. Your cute movements and sounds while you orgasmed really got me going.”
Noa asked, “Are there any things you lust for or want to try, but don’t feel you can with your wives? I'm excited to provide you that, both therapeutically and as part of our love affair. I enjoy seeing lust in your eyes as well as love. I enjoy being restrained in all manner of ways, choked, my hair pulled, even light whipping.”
“I can do it if you want it,” he said. "I'd enjoy banging you forcefully while having a really firm grip on your hair. Who knows, though. If you enjoy it, orgasm from it, that's usually what drives my interest."
They kissed passionately behind the door to her room, then Zach took his leave.
On his way out the door of the saloon, Alexis called out him, “What’s your rush?” She was sitting at a table by herself away from the childcare area. She had a bottle of something strong and a shot glass. She emptied it and waved him over. “No time for an old friend?”
He walked over and sat down across from her. “I always have time for you. It’s just that I should go help put the kids to bed. It’s nearly dinnertime.”
“Oh, yes, you can’t miss that!” Alexis smirked, obviously tipsy. “Whose cunt are you stretching over dinner this evening, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I do mind you asking.”
“Ooh, a new girl, no doubt.” Alexis thought a moment. “Martha? Parinaaz? Adah?”
Zach tried to keep a neutral expression, but that made it worse.
“Don’t feel bad, Zachy-poo,” Alexis guffawed. “As mayor, it’s my job to keep my fingers on everything in the community, seen and unseen. And often my tongue, vulva, or asshole,” she snickered.
“They’re all brand new to the table tonight. The wives wouldn’t do that to them.” Zach felt embarrassed and guilty about his interest in Alexis’s gossip. He was also terribly attracted and sexually stimulated by it. Not this time! “I should be going.”
Alexis leaned toward him and said gently, “Don’t you want to know who’s been nailing your wives?”
“It’s their business,” he moaned, fighting his urges. But he was trapped, rapt.
“All your bitches are wonderful horny sluts, Zach,” Alexis said. “But for the one who’s most on your mind, nobody’s gotten to her yet. I’m taking about Berte. At least she’s preserved in the amber of relativistic space-time. Good thing, because if she weren’t, you and I both know she’d be whooping it up. She’d far outpace those drab lazy nags currently filling your stable.”
Zach felt an ache in his heart. He would take Berte’s innocent sexual play with others over her present fate in an instant.
“As for everybody else, though, unanimously and recently slutty, I’m afraid,” she tisked. “So where should we REALLY start?”
“Alexis, really-”
“Our hard-working, vigorous governor and commanding officer Colleen, certainly! But no news to you, I’m sure. It was after her, ahem, VERY public display of affection with you. I wish I’d been there in person. But I was at at the orgy I’d organized by then, showing Lyuben how to properly ass-fuck. I digress. I caught your passionate ravaging of Colleen’s cunt later, though, on the Saloon’s security footage. My, she was flaunting it shamelessly to Dallas, wasn’t she?” She looked up at the ceiling, or maybe the camera, and rubbed her crotch vigorously. “Thank you, security cameras. I’m sure you guessed that she went, dripping your semen, to cavort with that dream couple Dallas and Sierra. The three of them boinked well into the next day.”
“I’d guessed as much, yes,” said Zach. “Her business,” he insisted, trying not to listen to her gossip. But he was rapt.
“And your new girl, Martha,” said Alexis. “But this was before you knew her, though, at least carnally,” she snickered. “After you left the party, she spread for that short, fit Russian guy, Tibs. They used a condom, can you believe it? He left her cold, too. Too bad for him and luckily for you, Zach, she’s obsessed with you. Word says, she even kept her legs closed during the six month voyage from Earth. Or closed to men, at least,” she snickered. “That lesbian Tara satisfied the poor lass on several occasions and was satisfied in turn. I guess it’s not cheating if it’s a girl, right?” Alexis simpered.
“As for Khushi, at least she didn’t have a man between her legs. As I’m sure you guessed, she retired with Ayana as planned. It was really Ayana who’d organized the foursome with Tara and Pam,” Alexis snickered. “So much for her bi-monogamy, or whatever it’s supposed to be.
“Mmm, and Colby, Colby, you know what’s happening there, I’m sure, dear heart. From what I hear, she went off birth control at launch, thinking she wasn’t going to be sexually active. Insane! Before a week had passed, she’d popped a morning after pill, ‘just to be sure’,” Alexis snickered. “Now she’s back on birth control. You do the math.”
“It stands to reason.” This was not doing good things for Zach’s mood.
“You have to love such an optimistic girl, though. Oh and Becky, so devoted to you, my hunk! But face it, who but a crazy like Martha is going to go six whole months without? Well, to be honest, almost half of those NASA bitches. I bet you could have cut the sexual tension on that voyage with a knife! Becky, being a sensible woman, certainly didn’t do without. I have it on good authority she had repeated trysts with our intrepid reporter, Lou. Don’t blame her, Zach. Think of it. Six months without!” Alexis gagged. “Oh, and also Tara. Becky also totally lezzed out with Tara. Did you know she does it with women?
“Don’t fret, though, my love. Lou is apparently QUITE the ladies’ man. Even more than Tara, who got around! Let’s see, not only Becky, but Stacy and Irma succumbed to his charms repeatedly. Even Agatha, who was overtly a couple with Kayaan, was boinking Lou behind Kayaan’s back. And when Lou couldn’t find a partner, he availed himself of our whore Noa on many occasions. If only I was charging for her use!
“Agatha, what a slut, though! She had Kayaan all to herself, but she did Lou and Tara repeatedly and shamelessly. But I suppose Kayaan did avail himself of Noa on occasion. All relationships have friction, I suppose.
“Lou wasn’t the most prolific boinker of the new crews. He wasn’t even second. Your colleagues the doctors over on the mining ship hold that distinction. What was Lou’s score, five? Siri is officially a couple with Lyndon, but... I have it on good authority she also did Joel, Grant, Lyuben, Aarav, Manish, and Tibs at various times during the trip. Repeatedly. Seven! What a slut, eh? Has she gotten you yet?”
“Not likely,” said Zach.
“Don’t cum in my cunt and tell me the plumbing’s backed up, Zach. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Lava the slut. Despite being official couples with Nik, as you know, she did Grant, Tibs, Jules, Joel, Aarav, and Manish. Also seven. So they tied for top slut of the voyage. Quite a distinction for both, I’d say.
“But you don’t care about them, I don’t think, my cuddly puppy. Time for the jewel in my crown of gossip, Anming. Yes, your innocent devoted little sweetheart, and also Aiden’s innocent devoted little sweetheart. I bet you thought she was with Aiden night before last. But Aiden was busy curling Savannah’s toes all night! No, it was that exceptional ladies man Lou. He got her to give up that tight juicy Asian cunt of hers. He had apparently never heard a Chinese woman swear like that. Oh, he knows Mandarin, by the way. So entertaining!”
“Again, her business, not mine,” Zach croaked.
“She’d be a proper Chinese housewife if it weren’t for her slutty libido. What a terrible secret! I love it! For me, it’s more evidence you should leave those hypocritical sluts to themselves. Move in with us, darling,” offered Alexis. “You know we get up to it all the time, but we don’t skulk around. We don’t pretend to be something we’re not, like the Anmings and Colbys of the world.
"Take Charisse, for example, please! Heh-heh. She seems to be making up her own weird achievements now. For example, she had a foursome with our three men who are named Ethan. Perhaps you didn’t know that our new civil war generals, yes Lee and Grant, are also both named Ethan. They’re just more used to too many Ethans, so they switched to using their last names.
"Another achievement Charisse made up was her threesome with the Bhatt brothers. Did you know those guys were brothers? I didn’t either until Charisse told me.
"Consider it, Zach. Now all these new cunts have arrived. I’ll line them all up for you to ravage whenever you want. All I want is your permission to video it all for my private spank bank. You can have their buttholes and mouths too, of course. An all-holes smorgasbord! Think about it.”
“I’m leaving now, Alexis.”
“Good talk! Think about it.“ She waved to him merrily. “Buh-bye!”
The kids were in bed, and Trigonometry had three new guests at dinner. Martha sat next to Zach. Adah and Naz had arrived with Anming and sat across from him, next to her. Colleen, Khushi, Becky, and a video frame with Colby on it filled out the dinner places.
“Let’s discuss precedence,” said Anming.
“Zach, you’re done eating?” asked Colleen.
“Yes.”
“Then, first, let’s discuss who’s going to bend over for Zach,” Colleen pointed out. “Anming, perhaps? She’s the one with the agenda item.”
“I’m always ready to serve,” retorted Anming, “But I know my husband desires variety. I just served him evening before last. And my colleagues served him yesterday evening. Martha, perhaps?”
“They’re technically not even wives yet,” said Colleen. “Khushi? How about you?”
“Gladly,” said Khushi. She moved her empty plate to the side. She stood and braced herself against the table. She nodded happily at Zach.
As Zach fussed with Khushi’s pants and his own, Anming continued her line of reasoning. “Colby is wife number one. I am wife number two. Colleen, wife number three. Berte is wife number four, and shall remain so. Aanya is retired, making Khushi wife number five. Becky is wife six. Because Martha ran away, I believe Parinaaz should be wife number seven and Adah wife number eight.”
“I’m fine with that,” said Martha.
“Humm...” helplessly commented Khushi. Zach was on his knees on the floor behind her, his mouth on her vulva and anus.
Naz spoke up. “This seems wrong to me. Understand, we are far from dubious about it now. Both Adah and I dearly wish to be Zachary’s wives. But we were not thinking this during the voyage here. However Martha, everything since I’ve known her has been Zachary this and Zachary that.”
Martha kept her mouth shut. She looked enviously at Khushi and squirmed in her chair.
“AHH! MMM! Enough, Zachary, darling,” said Khushi. “I was already wet.”
Colleen spoke up. “First of all, it makes no difference. Let them pick their favorite numbers. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. We haven’t voted them in yet.”
“Do we have to vote them in?” argued Anming.
“I wasn’t voted in,” mentioned Becky.
“AHH! Oh Zachary, I always miss your cock,” Khushi moaned as he rocked into her tight cunt.
“You were voted in a long time ago,” said Colby. “Before we even met, in fact.”
“And you call yourselves a planetary government?” said Khushi. “Zachary, you’ve… mmm… carnally investigated these women to your satisfaction? They’re good wives for you?”
“Yes,” Zach grunted. He was busy getting too much pleasure from her muscular, well-trained cunt.
“And ladies, I assume you’ve… or they wouldn’t be here,” concluded Khushi.
The three women nodded.
“I’m satisfied,” moaned Khushi. “Excuse me… ladies… while I… satisfied! Lord Kama! So satisfied! NNGH!” Khushi shuddered with a full body orgasm.
Colby said, “Allow me. You’re Martha, right? Has Zach given you big orgasms? At least as big as you’ve ever had?”
“Oh, yes, bigger. And we’ve had wonderful conversations-”
“Fine,” Colby cut her off. “Who are you? Parinaaz? Big orgasms?”
“The biggest!”
“Fine. And Adah is it? Big orgasms?”
“The best! When I’m on the bed on my back with my legs spread wide, and he-”
“Fine. They’re good candidates,” Colby concluded. She obviously didn’t want to hear about all the sexual pleasure everybody else was getting from Zach. “Any objections? Going… going… gone. You’re voted in ladies. Welcome.”
Zach raised his hand and then slapped it back on to Khushi’s ass with a smack. “Uh, I have a new order of business, but hang on...” Zach’s eyes were closed. He sped up. As the women watched, they saw Zach’s familiar look when he was close. The whole table shook as he thrust fiercely and locked into Khushi. “RRAAAAHH!!”
Khushi whimpered, a beatific look on her face. She clearly felt Zach’s warm seed spread throughout her reproductive system. The newcomers squirmed.
Colby addressed a distracted, recovering Zach. “You had an order of business, sweetie?”
“Oh,” Zach swallowed, “Yeah. My therapist says there should be more media between us, since it’s a long distance relationship.” His softening cock slid out of Khushi’s cunt with a splash. She caught the rest and trotted off toward the bathroom.
“Media?” asked Colby. “Like video chats?”
“Yes, and romantic, sexy things,” said Zach.
“Like masturbating or something over video?” asked Colby with a grimace. “Sweetie, you know I’m not that fond of toys. And for me, at least, it would just make it worse. Knowing that in a few more weeks, we won’t be able to see each other real time at all. You know I don’t tickle my berry a lot. It just doesn’t feel real.”
“I’m just passing on what my therapist said,” Zach reiterated. “She says it’s a very important part of keeping long distance relationships healthy.”
“Your therapist?” Anming asked. “Who, the dirty whore?”
“I believe Noa established she isn’t a whore,” Colleen said.
“What does that polluted sewer-yoni know about relationships?” shouted Khushi out of the bathroom.
“Ladies, please!” said Colby. “At any rate, I think it would make me feel more lonely, not less.”
“Sounds like we table this issue for now,” said Colleen. “Bye Colby!”
“Bye guys!” said Colby waving. She winked out. Dinner was over.
As the dishes were being cleared, Zach said to Colleen, “Thanks for being here for their first time. I know you would have preferred to be with Sierra and Dallas.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong,” said Colleen.
“It was important.”
“I agree. I hope you understand, I love you Zach.”
“I love you, too. I want you tonight.”
“It’s been less than a week,” Colleen grimaced. “You know, you are a lot to handle overnight, Zach. But it’s fine, I’ll do it. It’s just that I can’t always keep up with your relentless sexual pace. I hope you understand, darling. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“I know that. I’ve wanted you so bad lately. I know it’s hard on you.”
“It’s not so much hard as too much of a good thing. We need a new schedule.”
The three new Trigonometry wives were invited to join them on the couch for movie night. It was an old black and white crime movie that Khushi had found for them. Martha was glued to Zach’s right side. They sat in the middle of the couch. She would have moved, but nobody asked her to. Adah and Naz sat with Anming at the right end of the couch. Colleen, Becky, and Khushi sat at the left end.
The movie progressed. The main guy, a gangster, did crazy dangerous things to get back at this girl who had left him while he was in prison. This while he was supposed to be laying low from the cops. The stupidity was hard to watch, but also the jealousy and misogyny. That’s old movies for you.
Zach had wrapped a blanket around himself and Martha, warm and cozy. “Climb onto my lap?” he asked. She did. As they watched, he reached his hand gently into her stretch pants to caress her. Nobody could see. It was dark, and her lap was under a blanket. He was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing panties.
Then he remembered, Charisse had destroyed her panties in that wrestling match they’d had. She probably hadn’t had time to drop by her place and replace them. Or perhaps, she had forgotten to. At any rate, Zach’s finger naturally slipped right into her wet vulva crack.
As they watched, Martha’s vulva opened with excitement at Zach’s touch. He slowly stirred her juices and slid his slippery finger slowly around her clitoris. Martha hugged him tighter and tighter, burying her face in his chest. She shuddered. Her breathing got uneven and she shuddered some more. She had orgasmed.
She looked at him pleadingly. She whispered, “I don’t want the wives to notice me.”
“You mean the other wives.”
“I need to pee,” she begged.
“Do you mind if I get someone else to sit on my lap?”
“Not at all. In fact,” she smirked, “as a Trigonometry wife, I insist.” She rushed off to the bathroom.
Zach stage whispered to the Anming side of the couch, “Come sit in my lap.”
While continuing to watch, both Naz and Adah slid over to him. Anming stayed put. He opened the blanket and got Adah positioned on his left leg. He sat Naz more firmly on his lap, where his right hand could reach all her goodies. He wrapped the blanket around the three of them. They watched.
As they watched, Zach’s hand wandered down to the waist of Naz’s stretch pants. As his fingers wiggled their way in, Naz smacked his hand, not hard, and smiled at him. He reached up to fondle her nipples as he kissed her neck, shoulder, and ear. She relaxed into him.
When his hand returned to the waist of her stretch pants, she didn’t put up a fight. His hand slipped in and encountered some panties. As they watched, he idly stroked her mound and crack through her panties. She shifted uneasily and spread her legs, not obviously, to give him access.
He slipped his hand into Naz’s panties as they continued to watch the movie. Somebody was cutting into a safe with a weird hand-drilling machine. Naz shuddered as Zach reached between her gushing slick wet crack and stroked her clit.
Martha returned from the bathroom and sat down on Zach’s right. Naz went rigid and gently tapped Zach’s arm repeatedly to get him to stop. He didn’t. Martha felt the fine muscles moving in Zach’s arm. She knew he was fingering Naz under the blanket. Naz emitted a quiet pathetic whimper like a trapped animal.
Martha whispered to Naz, “Don’t worry. I’ve done it already. Just relax. This is your turn, and you deserve it.” Zach’s hand did not stop.
The two scientists argued back and forth in quiet Hindi. This stopped when Khushi over to the group’s left said something in Hindi. The two scientists looked mortified. Even so, Zach’s hand did not stop. And Naz’s hips were responding accordingly, flexing, humping, and straining gently.
Zach saw a tear pop from Naz’s eye and roll down her cheek. As he was about to relent, for he didn’t intend to torture the woman, she stiffened. She bit down on a section of the blanket and strained hard. With a final thrash, it was over with barely a rustle. She had orgasmed.
Martha, cuddled up against Zach, patted her and whispered, “Good job!” As soon as Naz had recovered her senses, she opened the blanket and said in a wavering voice, “I have to pee.” She left the couch area to stagger up the stairs in bare feet.
Zach pulled Adah gently to the middle of his lap. He wrapped the blanket around them for privacy.
Martha whispered to her, “Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried, merely embarrassed,” whispered Adah. “I’ll be fine. I allowed Zachary to sex me in front of my esteemed colleague. I watched while she got the same. I can tolerate a secretive finger wank during a movie.”
“Good to hear,” snickered Martha. Adah was funny.
Adah said something brief in Hindi over at Khushi. Khushi replied in apparent good humor.
“What did you say?” Zach asked in a whisper.
“I said I was getting my turn. She overheard what was happening over here earlier. She told me in a good-natured way I was a filthy slut and to do it quietly.”
As Adah explained this, he reached into her stretch pants and panties. Adah was dripping wet. She’d been waiting.
For as long as Zach could manage, which was about ten minutes, he edged Adah and then backed off. One time, she was straining her whole body hard as he backed off. Near the end of the movie, there was a sudden car crash. She cried out in orgasm, but it sounded close enough to surprise. The movie ended and the lights came up with her panting, laying across his lap.
Zach picked Adah up. He was going to carry her up the stairs to the master bathroom. He was thinking of perhaps a quick fuck with Adah before getting to Colleen. Her squirms on his lap for the last ten minutes had driven him into desperately horny territory. “Put me down, Zachary,” said Adah. “I can manage myself.” He put her down. She scampered off to the bathroom.
He grabbed Colleen from behind and said to her, “Are you ready to go?”
“Any time you are, tiger.”
She whooped as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her off to his bedroom at a trot.
(To be continued)
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95: Sunday, Mithuna 22, 232. 0800 hours OST: Getting Serious
The day after that first dinner and movie night together, Martha, Naz, and Adah moved into the Trigonometry household. Adah took the room sharing a wall with Zach. Naz was across from her, sharing a wall with Becky. Martha shared a wall with Colleen. As before, Becky was on the same landing as Zach, directly across from him. Colleen’s room was across the large common area from Zach. Her own baby boy Dhanus and Berte’s baby boy Jan slept in cribs in her room. The bedroom across from Martha held Anming and her baby daughter Jia, Aiden’s kid.
The bedroom across from Colleen, the fourth overlooking the large central common area, was the toddlers’ room. Giselle, Becky’s daughter, was the room leader elected by the toddlers. Anna, Berte’s daughter, was her second in command. Also sharing the room were Colby’s daughter Mina, Anming’s son Victor, or Zachary Junior, and Colleen’s son Jackson.
The toddlers were very proud to have a room by themselves with their five smaller proportioned beds and furniture. They were working on their goal of being awake, bathroom time done, hair brushed, dressed, bed made, and waiting at the kid gate on the landing by the time the adults arrived to release them for breakfast. The boys were a little slower, but all were quite precocious, so they were all doing well with this. It seemed to the three girl toddlers that the wives directed every aspect of Zach’s life. They took, as they saw it, a similar organizing role in the boy toddlers’ lives.
Colby whipped up a new Trigonometry schedule from afar. Naz got Sunday. Khushi got Monday. Colleen got Tuesday. Adah got Wednesday. Becky got Thursday. Anming got Friday. Martha had Saturday.
The new schedule meant sleeping with Zach from the end of their movie or video watching until breakfast the next morning. If he had childcare duty that day, the woman of the day would be excused to work with him. On his days off childcare duty, he would go with the woman in question on whatever their work of the day was. He was still relieved of childcare duty, so every day was a day off.
Colby, Zach's missing petite chocolate goddess, videoed him privately from the Interplanetary Vessel headed back to Earth. “Would it really make a big difference for me to touch myself for you, sweetheart? Wouldn’t it just make you miss me more?”
“I don’t know,” said Zach. “Should we try it and find out?”
Colby argued, “How about when we get out of real-time range, which will be shortly. Already, there are some seconds of delay.”
“Maybe we could send videos then,” suggested Zach. “But this isn’t just about me. Is there anything you’d like?”
“Well...” said Colby, finger to mouth. “I’d like to see you nail those new skanks, or wives, I mean. I want to watch them scream in surprise and pleasure as they take your magnificent fuck rod. I want to see your pleasure as you satisfy yourself in their skanky, pardon, wifely twats. And then have them thank me for allowing them. That might be fun.”
“Really?”
“Well, it feels delicious at the moment, Zach. It feels like I would spank my berry to that. We could try it.”
“Sure,” agreed Zach. “I can do that.”
“And I suppose I could reciprocate. I know how much you like to watch,” Colby grinned. “Mateo has been going crazy around here thinking he might get a piece of me sometime. I’m sure he’d jump at the chance, if the only price was to get videoed and to thank you at the end.”
“Have you really been thinking you wouldn’t do it with him on the voyage home? Given you two have already enjoyed intimate relations, it seems cruel.”
“What kind of skank do you think I am? No, I’m your wife, your FIRST wife. I take it seriously, baby. I don’t need anybody else.” Her lies were obvious to him in light of what he knew from Alexis. But lies were fair in their little quasi-monogamy intrigue. He didn’t hold it against her.
Colby continued, “But on the other hand, I’d do it for you, baby. I know what a nasty little peeper you are. A video of… that… I’m not even going to say it… would ring your bell mighty well, wouldn’t it, baby?”
Zach swallowed hard. Colby knew him better than he knew himself. “Yeah,” he admitted.
“I’m not a slut or a cheater, Zach,” said Colby. “I’m only agreeing to do this to make things easier for you, baby. Now… you do it first. If you can convince one of those bitches go through with it, then I’ll approach Mateo. I wouldn’t want him to get his hopes up,” she snickered, cutting the link.
So now this was all his fault. But Zach was undaunted. Hopefully this would take some of the pressure off Colby to hide her life from him. That’s what hurt the most about their separation, if he was being honest with himself. Despite their unspoken rules, the illusion of monogamy did them no good if they were apart. It just drove them further apart.
Conveniently, that night, it was Martha’s turn to stay overnight with Zach. During the movie, he thoroughly prepared his brunette ivory-skinned fangirl and her giant knockers with kissing and petting. By the end, she was vibrating with horniness. She whimpered and writhed in his grasp as he carried her up the stairs. He kicked the door shut and placed her on the bed. Then he picked up a small digital camera and started recording.
“What are you doing, Zach?” asked Martha.
“I’m making a home movie for Colby, showing our… home life,” explained Zach. “Say hello to Colby.”
“Ms. Lincoln, I’ve heard so much, read so much about you. And the media shows, well, you’re played by my favorite actresses. I’m a great admirer of yours! I guess we’ll get to meet in a couple of years. Thanks for voting me into Trigonometry,” Martha waved brightly. Then to Zach, “Now it’s time to shut it off.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because it’s bedtime,” she giggled.
“Can’t we show Colby a little-”
“No!” she giggled, waving her hand in front of the camera.
“But we do it at the dinner table,” he pointed out.
“That’s different,” she argued shyly.
“Can’t we just kiss a little?”
“It will be boring.”
“I’ll edit it out then.” Zach put the camera down on a shelf overlooking the bed and came into the frame. He hovered over Martha and kissed her passionately. She didn’t complain. She was already turned on. He kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts and between her legs through her clothes. Then he undressed her.
“Is that camera still running?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered truthfully.
“Zach,” she whined, covering herself.
“What? You’re beautiful.”
“We’re going to have sex,” she admitted in a half-whisper.
“Sex like this?” he asked. She had her pants and panties partway down. He lifted her legs and licked and sucked her vulva.
“Uhh!” she cried. From there, she was lost in a world of pleasure amidst cries and whimpers.
An hour and a half later, Zach and Martha lay naked side by side. He was dripping with sweat. Her pale skin glowed with perspiration. He had creampied her four times. She had orgasmed countless times.
“Would you like to thank Colby for giving me to you?”
“Is that video still running?!” Martha cried.
He picked up the video camera from the shelf. “It sure is.” He displayed her glistening nude body and massive tits to the camera. In the Martian gravity her giant fun bags pointed both out and up, topped with erect tan nipples. “I, for one, thank you, Colby, for allowing Martha into our family and into our bed.”
“You’re going to cut out the rest, right?” asked Martha.
“Say ‘Thank you, Colby’.”
Martha covered her nudity with the coverlet. “Uh… Ms. Lincoln, yes, thank you for sharing Zach with me. It’s honestly a dream come true.”
“Including my hard cock plunging deep into you and stirring your cunt mightily?”
“Zach, you’re so nasty!”
“Am I wrong?”
Martha looked embarrassed. “No.”
The video ended there. Zach thought it was just about perfect. He sent it off immediately.
A few days later, he received a video file from Colby. “Hello, my lover!” she waved, displaying her nude body to him. Her chocolate complexion. Her dark nipples. Her cute black muff. She was in a bare cabin aboard the Interplanetary Vehicle. He saw part of what looked like a big bed covered in only a sheet. Clearly she had made up the room especially for the shoot. With nothing else in there, this was not where they lived. She didn’t want to show him that she and Mateo no doubt shared a cabin. This was part of her monogamy lie. Fair enough. It was their private business.
She panned around to show a naked Mateo was also present. “Hi Zach! Thanks, brother!” Mateo said.
From behind the camera, Colby said. “Now just lay down on your back. Not that direction, the opposite direction.” The camera swung wildly and then settled as she set it down to overlook the foot of the bed. Mateo was already hard. She sat her vagina gingerly down on his penis in reverse cowgirl position facing the camera. She adjusted and dipped down on him in little strokes so the way was slick.
She groaned as she sat down fully on Mateo’s cock. She began to slide her cunt slowly up and then down to the hilt as she spoke. “Zach, baby, thank you so much for the video. I’ve tickled my berry to it twice so far! Mateo has not seen it-”
“I want to!” Mateo said from behind and underneath Colby.
“But he’s not going to get to, baby, because it’s private between my husband and me. Seeing how you railed that busty botanist babe Martha brought back some happy memories! I can’t wait to get back home and feel your cock going up...” At this, she sat down on Mateo’s cock. “And up… and up… uhuh...” After this, Colby became inarticulate. Her familiar cries sounded as she reached several peaks.
Before too long, Mateo held her down to him. Colby’s eyes shut, and she sighed. Zach knew she was feeling Mateo’s hot young semen shoot up into her womb. She was trying to act calm about it, but he could see she was orgasming with him. In the aftermath, there was stillness.
“Okay,” said Colby. She slid herself off Mateo’s glistening dick and caught their product in one hand. “Now you can do whatever you want with me, babe, uh, Mateo.”
“Woo hoo!”
“But first, thank Zach for allowing you to. If it weren’t for Zach, you would have never ever tapped this. Ahem, again. Ever!”
Mateo appeared before the camera with praying hands. “Thank you, brother, for sharing your wife with me! You know how long these voyages get. So thank you, sincerely. Peace.” He disappeared, and pushed Colby down on the bed. She fell with a whoop.
What followed was a comprehensive exploration of Colby’s body in various sexual positions. There was not only vaginal intercourse, but multiple bouts of oral sex for both. She masturbated while Mateo had her anally.
Interspersed with this, she would run to the camera periodically, check the running time, and say, “Keep going. It’s not long enough.”
In response, Mateo would exclaim, “Madre de Dios!”
She made sure to send exactly ninety minutes of video back.
At the beginning of the new month of Cancer, Zach got back to work at the childcare center. He also took his share of checkups and on-call hours. Childcare duty was four days on and one day off. This meant that his on and off days rotated through the days of the week. Four times out of five, the Trigonometry wives came with him to do childcare. One day out of five, he would go to their work with them.
Trigonometry had four fertile wives who had just joined: Becky, Adah, Martha, and Naz. The more experienced wives, Colleen, Anming, and Khushi, were not yet ovulating. The established wives set up a vigorous breeding schedule for these new wives. The new wives’ periods all fell on the fourth week of each Martian month. So the most fertile week for all four of them was week two. In the Martian calendar, all months were numbered the same. This meant their fertile periods were always from the eighth through the fourteenth of each month.
During the second week, all work stopped other than the work of knocking up fertile wives. Zach was around the four wives constantly. He would nap when he was tired and eat hearty nutritious meals when he was hungry. Other than that, he relentlessly creampied the four fertile women of Trigonometry.
Colleen, Anming, and Khushi tried many inventive approaches for getting Zach to express that extra dollop of semen. Their most successful campaign was to have a series of special guest teasers, one a day.
For Cancer Sunday, it was Michaela who volunteered. Zach had been thirsting to creampie the Bulgarian astrophysicist’s cunny for some time. He didn’t quite get to do it that day. She did a great job, teasing him wildly. She disrobed and spread for him. She knew that allowing him to give her oral would drive him crazy, and it did. She got all the heaven she could stand, about ten minutes worth of cunnilingus. After this, he shot into both Adah and Becky in quick and desperate succession.
On Monday, Colette put in a similar performance. On Tuesday, it was Alexis. On Wednesday, Charisse came by. She got fired, though, because she kept taking the creampies for herself. On Thursday, Noa came by, much to Zach’s delight. That was a good day. On Friday, it was Khushi, which was effective, since by then he was really missing his other wives. On Saturday, Colleen served with equal success to finish off the week.
Similarly, the three ringleaders wanted to inspire the fertile women to equal heights of yearning lubricious abandon. There were many potential takers for this duty, both men and women. However, none of these women were the type whose horniness would be improved by just anybody.
A dinner discussion was held regarding the difficult subject. Colleen opened the discussion by asking, “What’s going to inspire you ladies to go again when you don’t really want to go again?”
“Hhnnnn!” Naz insisted as Zach pounded her from behind. It was her turn at the dining table. He had her breasts out swinging. He gripped her swollen erect dark nipples tightly as he railed her firmly from behind. Like every evening this week, it was all four fertile women’s turns. After her moaning orgasm, Naz said, “I’ve had only Zachary since many years ago. I’d die of embarrassment if another man saw me… touched me.”
“How about a woman?” Khushi asked.
“Please no!” Naz pleaded.
Colby said over video link, “Here’s how I see it. Unless things have changed, you ladies could have Jason or Aiden from the first crew. You’d lend Aiden, wouldn’t you, Anming?”
“Certainly!” said Anming. “I know he would enjoy this task, the big burly pervert. I try not to deny my husbands anything their hearts may desire.”
“I don’t know the new crews,” said Colby. “Any candidates there?”
“There are rumors flying around that Laurence, you know, the reporter, is an exceptional lover,” Becky offered.
“I’ve heard that rumor as well,” added Zach with a smirk. Sure, rumors originating from between your legs, he thought snarkily. To be fair, it had been a long voyage from Earth. Their marriage was open. No harm, no foul.
Zach nearly lost his composure when Anming added, “I’ve heard these rumors as well.”
“Nnnnnnh!” interjected Naz. “He was politely flirtatious the entire trip. I could have done more to… allow his attentions. Ugh! But he flirted with everyone.”
“Would you allow him to give you foreplay?” Colleen asked.
“No! Nnnnnnh!” moaned Naz. She gasped, “I will try if my husband wishes it.”
“Zach?” asked Colleen.
“Considering my guest teasers, it seems only fair to our wives,” said Zach equivocally. Plus, the idea excited him nastily.
“Let’s ask Lou,” said Colleen. “These women know him well. They don’t know Jason or Aiden. Well, except for Becky.”
“Lou will be fine,” said Becky. She hastily added, “Since Zach is okay with it.”
Colleen pulled out her phone and made the call.
Naz startled. Zach grabbed her firmly by the ass cheek and head and restrained her. She panicked. “Don’t call now! I’m… ngh… occupied! Nnnnh!”
Naz’s jumpy fight-or-flight cunny pushed Zach over the edge. “RAAAAAAH!!” he roared as the call connected.
“Hello?” asked Lou, who heard Zach’s yell.
“Lou, right? This is Colleen Bruno.”
“Colonel Bruno! The most delectable planetary governor ever made! What has caused me to appear on your radar this fine evening?”
“We are looking for some help on a project,” she offered.
“Oh God!” exclaimed Becky as Zach entered her forcefully from behind. She was well-lubricated by his previous batch of cum.
“Is that Becky Baines I hear in the background? Praying?”
“Something like that,” said Colleen. “How do I explain this?”
“Everything you say is deep background until you say otherwise. At any rate, my eternal love Becky has a veto over anything I send out. I’m completely embedded in your organization.”
“Hnnnn!” commented Becky. She tried to stifle her moan of orgasm as Zach completely embedded his penis repeatedly in her vagina.
“You tell ‘em, Becky,” Lou added. “So what’s the problem?”
“We have four new wives,” said Colleen.
“So I understand.”
“They all want to start families right away.”
“I see.”
“And for all four of them, this is their fertile week.”
“Oh Christ!” interjected Becky as she orgasmed hard again.
“Their insemination schedule is relentless around the clock,” said Colleen.
“I see,” said Lou.
“We enlist help every day to… inspire Zach to new heights, if you will.”
“Wait. He’s doing them… all?”
“Yes. That’s Trigonometry. Don’t worry about Zach. We’ve got that side covered.”
“This must have been what Alexis was hinting at.”
“No doubt.”
“So how can I… wait… I think I should be flattered here… but I’ve got a wild imagination. Forgive me. How can I help?”
“We’d like you to fluff the women.”
“You’re serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“To what do I owe this tremendous honor?”
“You have a reputation as a good lover,” said Colleen. “And you can take a week off, which none of the miners can do at this critical time.”
“They can’t? I don’t care. I’m still going to be flattered as hell by this.”
“So, are you willing?”
“I am actually supposed to be working, too, you know. But perhaps we can keep everybody happy, if I can write an article about the experience.”
“No names or distinguishing features. Deal?”
“Deal.”
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The Desperate and Rewarding Work of Population Building on Mars
by Laurence Sheldon, New York Times Mars Reporter
Population growth is critical in a new colony. To illuminate this essential and much speculated upon activity, I volunteered for a week. I got up close and personal with one of Mars’s most prolific group marriages. At the time, this group marriage had eight solid members and two more provisional members. It was also an open marriage. This meant that any of the members could have sex with anyone in or outside the marriage.
This group marriage was interested in specific couples procreating. The wives trying to conceive abstained from open or casual sex or at least used effective barrier devices. Some groups on Mars are more casual about such things. These women simply go off birth control and let nature take its course, whether partner or stranger.
There is as wide a variety of romantic relationships on Mars as on Earth. Along with the group situations described above, there are also strictly monogamous relationships. And there are swinging singles, three-way marriages, and what have you. An increasingly common marriage type is a lesbian, a bisexual woman, and a man. Because of the small population, full lesbians or gay men are not plentiful. People with latent bisexual urges are encouraged to take same-sex lovers in addition to their cis lovers. Mars colony tends to be a place of fully expressed sexual desires.
It must be noted that both men and women tend to be wealthy on Mars. Childcare is freely offered by the colony. So whatever people’s procreation choices, the children of the colony are amply provided for.
It’s also worth noting that there are no venereal diseases on Mars. All residents and visitors are carefully screened for disease before leaving Earth. Thus, casual unprotected sex is also safe sex, at least from a disease standpoint.
Because it’s a colony, the tilt is toward procreative relationships. Candidates are selected for this. So being on Mars today is akin to being on a dating site. Everyone you meet knows what you signed up for. There are notable exceptions like me. But, perhaps swept up in the frenzy, everyone tends to ignore that I’m here for a different purpose.
Timing is critical to insemination success. The chance of a woman getting pregnant is twenty-five to thirty percent in one critical week of her four week cycle. Outside that week, the chances are only a few percent. This can be a problem when many women share the same week, which often happens.
It happened in the group marriage I volunteered to help. Four women became fertile in the same week. Suddenly, they needed help.
During such a busy week, the men and the fertile women are let off work. They focus solely on sleeping, eating, and procreation around the clock. Many inventive techniques are used to keep these individuals aroused and ready to have sex. For the men, family friends, barmaids, and even whores are enlisted to keep the men going. These helpers employ everything from kissing and shoulder rubs to penetrative sex with premature withdrawal.
For the women, the same approximate gamut of activities are employed. Generally, only one or two carefully chosen men perform all the arousal activities for the group. Though men tend to appreciate variety, for women, trust tends to be more critical. The women of Mars are no more slutty than Earth women. Generally, they care a great deal about who they have intimate contact with. Thus, enlisting a pack of motley men would be decidedly counterproductive. I was honored to be chosen by the entire marriage. If I did well the first week, I might be asked to serve again.
I showed up bright and early Monday morning to help. The household was already hard at work. A husband had one of the fertile wives, let’s call her Ruth, bent over the breakfast table. He was busy trying to impregnate her, entering from behind. He was doing a spectacular job. Ruth was in the throes of multiple orgasms. It was inspiring.
The other family members, other than the two busy ones, welcomed me cheerfully. They offered breakfast. I’d already eaten. The wife in charge pointed to another wife sitting nude at the table. “Start with her, would you?”
Let’s call the indicated nude woman Lana. Lana was a knockout, sitting nude in front of me. I realized I would need to manage my own arousal carefully throughout this week. I had met her in passing around the colony. I had even flirted with her, although she hadn’t ever flirted back. Later, she confessed to me she didn’t understand how to flirt.
These Mars colonists are scientists first and foremost, some of the best Earth has to offer. They’re generally young. Lana’s profile was a fairly common one. She wasn’t quite a virgin before leaving Earth. She’d had few sexual encounters. She’d had no time for boyfriends at university. She’d signed up to build a colony, knowing only roughly what that entailed. Then she’d found herself on Mars. A group member nominated her, and she accepted. Now, she was part of this group marriage.
I am an experienced lover, so I wasn’t about to rush this. Worst case, they could skip Lana. I’d be here all week. I needed to develop a real rapport with all four of the ovulating women for my contribution to matter.
Up to this time, I had been hanging out with some of the looser group marriages. This group marriage was different. These women tended to be unavailable to men outside the marriage. They ranged from pretty girl-next-door types to stunning women of poetic beauty. Each of these women utterly fascinated me. I wanted to get to know all of them much better. If I did well, I hoped to be asked to return the following month.
Lana and I left the breakfast area together hand in hand. We settled more privately on a large couch in the group’s huge split level common area. I asked her how the group had settled on me for arousal activities. She said my reputation in the colony, which is still a very small town, had preceded me. I felt momentary pride.
She was clearly a bundle of nerves. She confessed she’d had only two recent partners. One was the man intended to impregnate her and one other. These were the only men who’d touched her since before university.
I gave her a shoulder rub while asking her about her extremely abstruse field of scientific inquiry. She calmed as we chatted about her familiar love of science. My understanding and genuine interest helped her to get comfortable with me. Within a few minutes, she allowed a whole body massage.
An especially loud roar from the husband and a shriek from Ruth at the table signaled the end of their coitus. Luckily, it appeared I had at least a few more minutes with Lana. Both the husband and Ruth sat down to eat. No urgent sexual partners were appearing in our vicinity.
As I stroked her perfect young body, I asked Lana whether the sex at the table had excited her. She admitted it had. I asked her with genuine curiosity whether she’d ever had such an experience. She answered that all wives in the marriage participated; it was a kind of shared ritual. I asked her what it had been like, since I couldn’t imagine such a thing. She said it was always very embarrassing for her. The great pleasure her partner gave her made it bearable.
Great pleasure as in orgasms? I asked her. She assured me she had many each time with her partner. I got her talking about the sexual excitement she feels. I casually asked her to roll onto her back. Her delicate naked beauty came into view, especially her lively intelligent face. Soon I was speaking closely with her while stroking her breasts and inner thighs. She was aroused.
Without much of a break in the conversation, our play moved on to me penetrating her digitally. One finger fit snugly, and I praised her tightness and marveled that a man could fit in her. She was flattered as she became further aroused.
We were well along her arousal cycle, and she was having orgasms both large and small. I switched back to questions about her work to distract her. After all, Lana was an otherwise chaste woman. She was allowing a near stranger to finger her. I increased my pace and intensity slowly. Soon, she shuddered in a glorious full-bodied orgasm. I must admit, it aroused me greatly to see it.
Someone must have heard Lana, for in a few more minutes, a husband arrived to inseminate her. He explained that Lana enjoyed a bed and the missionary position best. I asked if I could observe. He was affable and encouraged me to come upstairs and watch. One of the organizing wives intervened and asked me to arouse a third woman instead. Despite my desire to see Lana fully bred, I agreed readily. It was why I was there.
Let’s call this third woman Gina. Gina was, if anything, more beautiful than the first two, and quite young. That said, I knew her to be brilliant and at the top of her field at her young age. She was wearing loose floppy pajamas covered with bunnies and rainbows. She explained she had been disturbed all night receiving sex from her chosen husband. She wasn’t unhappy about it, just tired. An organizing wife assured her that after her next insemination, she could take another nap. I led her from the breakfast table to the couch.
Normal monogamous women like this young lady come to Mars not knowing quite what to expect. It’s not like Earth here. This young lady fantasized it would be like the racy serials on Earth media. Little did she expect it would be so much more. She’d fallen in love. She was orgasming and even squirting during intercourse, which she’d never imagined doing. She was living the dream. However, at least this week, it was proving to be quite a grueling roller coaster ride.
Before this week, I’d had occasion to flirt with this young lady. She’d been more affable about it than Lana, but still unavailable. Now she was slouching in front of me, rubbing her eyes. She was struggling with the relentless pace of this insemination program.
My task was to pamper her and arouse her sexually, not keep her awake. I gave her a relaxing massage through her pajamas. She was sleepy, and barely noticed how thoroughly my hands explored her.
I lay down next to her on the couch. She was smiling and enjoying the attention. She was dozing and half asleep. I was aroused from my time with Lana, and was now at a fever pitch. I gently and lovingly dry humped her through my clothes and her pajamas.
One of the organizing wives, let’s call her Neve, came by. She was checking to make sure I wasn’t having unprotected sex with Gina. When Neve found I wasn’t misbehaving, she brightened. She remarked that she knew she could trust me. Neve and I had spent time together previously at the colony. She’d enjoyed her sexual times with me, and looked forward to having more. I suspected she’d been critical in the decision to invite me.
Neve and I let Gina drift back toward sleep. She took me upstairs to her room. Each of the wives have their own private bedroom. Her children sleep in there with her at night. During the day, they’re in community daycare. So we were alone.
Neve encouraged me to get naked. It would be a long day, she argued. As I undressed, she slipped off her own pajama bottoms. She saw I was greatly aroused and didn’t want me to be tempted to misbehave. As Gina dozed lazily downstairs, Neve took me bareback between her legs. Note that she’d given birth a few months previous and was not yet fertile. Thus, by the agreements of her open marriage, she was free to have unprotected sex with me.
Neve was juicy and lively. She had succumbed as I had to the eroticism thick in the group’s household that morning. She orgasmed spectacularly under me three or four times before I couldn’t hold any longer. I finished with extreme satisfaction inside her.
Neve and I left her bedroom. Screams, presumably from Lana being bred repeatedly, were coming from across the way. The other wives appeared focused on this, and didn’t notice us. Neve, smiling conspiratorially, scampered into a shared bathroom to deposit my load into the toilet. I returned much more calmly to my pleasurable task with Gina.
It was a bit chilly in the household. Mars has virtually no atmosphere, but there is a lot of cold dirt underneath the domes. There is heating, especially inside the buildings. But still, to conserve energy, things are kept mostly on the chilly side. Despite Neve’s invitation, I put my clothes back on.
Returning to a dozing Gina, I slipped off her pajama bottoms and positioned my face between her legs. She smelled and tasted faintly of cloves. The other part of her scent was that ineffable scent of youth and enthusiasm. Still half asleep, she moaned with pleasure as I continued to apply my mouth to her vulva. The screaming upstairs had stopped. I figured I only had a few more minutes to arouse Gina before a husband came to collect her.
I had Gina awake and orgasming well on my tongue and lips when Neve reappeared. She informed me that Gina’s chosen husband was sleeping, so there was a delay. He could awaken at any moment. I would need to keep Gina aroused until he did. I told her I couldn’t keep up the cunnilingus forever. Neve handed me a condom “just in case.”
Gina and I dozed together for a time, limbs wrapped around one another. After a while, one thing led to another. We were touching and kissing. I was stroking my bare erect penis on her slippery vulva. I was about to roll on that condom.
Gina’s chosen husband showed up at that moment and thanked me profusely for keeping Gina ready. I was gracious as I handed her over. I asked if I could watch. He readily invited me.
Upstairs, the husband threw Gina on the bed, spread her legs, and entered her with a grunt. I could tell she was greatly pleased to be filled bareback, a service I sadly couldn’t provide. I was happy to witness some of the fruits of my long labor.
Within two minutes, Gina was shrieking in orgasm. Her chosen partner was sweating, energetic, and vigorous. I sat on a chair in the bedroom, transfixed. Wives, both fertile and infertile, stopped by to look at the vigorous conjunction and smile.
One of the organizing wives, let’s call her Teresa, gestured to me from the doorway. I came out of the room just as the husband finished in Gina and almost immediately started a second time. I asked Teresa what I could do for her. Another fertile wife to arouse? No, she answered, they were asleep. But she had noticed my near consummation with Gina downstairs. She wanted to make sure I wasn’t feeling too frustrated. She rubbed up against me.
This was another of the wives, not ovulating yet, who I’d had sex with outside the marriage. She shared herself fairly liberally around the community. Even so, she was universally well-respected and admired in the colony. Social norms are different on Mars in a way that tends to promote sexual freedom.
I didn’t have any immediate work. I sensed Teresa might be even more pent up than myself. I nonchalantly asked to see her bedroom. Neither of us required any foreplay. We went hard at it. Teresa had several orgasms by the time I caught up and had my own. I’ve never been more satisfied releasing my semen into a woman’s vagina.
I kissed a drowsy Teresa off to sleep and returned to the common area. I heard the husband’s second ultimate cry from his bedroom along with an accompanying shriek from Gina.
I spotted a woman, let’s call her Rhonda, having a late breakfast at the table in her negligee. I knew she must be the fourth fertile wife this week. I knew her in the community and had interviewed her for various stories. Before she’d joined this group, we’d had sex. She smiled at me and welcomed me. I should say she smiled with me, because I was smiling, too.
Rhonda is a charming woman about my age, but she looks a decade younger. In my opinion, she’s one of the most beautiful women in the entire colony. She’s extremely accomplished in her profession and is a lively conversationalist. Frankly, she makes me horny.
Neve came by to report to us that Rhonda’s chosen husband was asleep. Just then, one of the colony’s whores, a colorful woman, arrived. The whore was directed upstairs to rouse the sleepy husband so he would cover Rhonda.
I told Rhonda that I had better get her ready. She acknowledged this, but argued she was still eating breakfast. I climbed under the table, slipped off her panties, and put my head under her negligee. She commented that she could get used to this style of breakfasting.
Between morsels of breakfast, Rhonda pounded the table and moaned in orgasm. She was a squirter, and wet on me a couple of times as I pleasured her. I didn’t mind. It was, after all, a sign of appreciation.
All too soon, the whore appeared to lead Rhonda to her assignation. She asked Rhonda whether she was ready to climax. Rhonda reported she was currently teetering on the edge since the whore had interrupted me. The whore had us wait at the doorway while she straddled Rhonda’s chosen husband. She warned him she was fertile, and that they must not slip up. She edged him further, begging him not to shoot it into her. She used nasty language to arouse him, begging him. At the last moment, she rose, and the man cried out in frustration. She sat Rhonda down on him. Rhonda and her husband cried out loudly in unison. After that exhibition, I was the only one left with an arousal problem.
Not long after, Neve led me to Ruth’s bedroom. Ruth had been resting from her extended bout of sex at the breakfast table. It was time for her to prepare for another insemination. This gives you an idea of the brutal pace kept up by both the men and the ovulating women.
Ruth roused from her nap, and we chatted. I’d had occasion in the past to flirt with Ruth, but it had been ignored. She is a distinguished professional about my age. Before she entered the marriage, she hadn’t had sex in many years. She’d been utterly focused on her career. She had joined the colony program more to work with certain colleagues than to start a family. Her colleagues had encouraged her to join a group marriage. Now she was bending over the breakfast table having multiple orgasms. She confessed she had never imagined sex could be so challenging or satisfying.
I asked to touch her and kiss her. She confessed that her brand new group marriage husband had been the only man to touch her in many years. She was a bit nervous. I was warmed up in the seduction department by then. Within a few minutes, I was licking and sucking her vulva and she was orgasming. She tasted strongly of semen. It didn’t bother me a bit.
The week progressed like this. I slept when I could, often on the couch or in one of the non-ovulating wives’ beds. The non-ovulating wives were so antsy during this time, with all the husbands busy with the fertile wives. They kept me very satisfied, and I them. The four ovulating wives were all a joy to work with. By the third day, I’d done everything up to and including condom-clad intercourse with all of them. If we weren’t already close friends, we became so. This applied even more to the non-ovulating wives, who each received many excited bareback creampies from me.
It was an experience as exhausting as it was exhilarating. Now we’ll wait a week or two to discover the results of our hard group work.
END ARTICLE
(To be continued)
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96: Sunday, Cancer 15, 232. 0800 hours OST: Siri
The Sunday after his challenging week of inseminations, Zach woke up late. Martha, Becky, Adah, and Naz, who had been sharing his bed, had risen. This was their habit, since he had been at the four of them all night. They had taken to tiptoeing off to their bedrooms when he fell asleep after having them at dawn. He reveled in the fact that this morning, he didn’t have to chase them down and inseminate them again.
His schedule was suddenly back to normal. Sunday was usually Naz’s day. He looked at his phone to find that the astrophysicists had taken the day off to sleep. Pointedly, he was directed to Michaela if he needed any companionship. He genuinely missed Anming by now. She hadn’t served up any arousal duties for him during the week. He had seen her chatting in Mandarin with Lou fairly often, though. Well, good for her. He could miss her until tomorrow, Monday. That evening, she was scheduled to bend over the dinner table for him. For the time being, he thought he could make it. He’d had each of Becky, Adah, Naz, and Martha at least five sessions a day for the past week. That had cooled his jets, even his desire for Anming’s tight horny embarrassed cunt!
He was off childcare duty until tomorrow. He silently thanked Colleen for getting him a day of rest after that crazy week. So, he had nothing specific to do.
As he came down the stairs, the house was quiet. Everybody was probably sleeping late after the exhausting week. He wondered if Lou was still around in somebody’s bed. Almost certainly, he smirked.
He admitted Lou had helped a lot. According to the wives, he’d acted scrupulously to their wishes, keeping his semen clear of fertile vaginas. Even so, his participation made Zach uneasy. But, he couldn’t argue the fairness of it. The Breeding Bitches and Noa had dropped by at all hours to tease and keep him going. The women deserved a little help, too.
He got clear of the apartments and walked over to the garden dome. It was so beautiful and fresh first thing in the morning. Within a few minutes, he was surrounded by plants, bushes, and trees growing thickly around him. It renewed his soul.
He heard a woman whimper, and whimper again; it was sexual. He looked over in the direction he’d heard it from, over a hedge. Sure enough, there was a tall thin dark haired man pumping his hips into a woman he couldn’t see. The man was about his own height. It was Grant, if he wasn’t mistaken. The woman was up on a planter table, legs splayed. Her legs were pale, so it wasn’t Aanya, probably Charisse. Maybe too small? He decided to shift his perspective to see.
It was Stacy, the stunning little redheaded Russian botanist. How delicious she looked! She took Grant’s excited thrusts, eyes shut. She had her shirt up, her bare delicious D tatas bouncing. She had lovely tight erect pink nipples! Her stretch pants and panties hung over a nearby bench. She had a tight tummy and a titian toned whisper of a muff. She appeared to be reaching for an orgasm, making little whimpers as if to say, “Almost!”
This made sense. Martha had told him the story of that first night after landing. After her strike-out with Zach, Martha and Stacy had gone hunting together. Martha had engaged Grant in conversation. Stacy had scooped up Tibs and was chatting away in Russian. When they reconvened, they quietly decided to switch dates. Grant and Tibs weren’t hard to persuade. Zach guessed that Stacy must still see Grant, at least occasionally.
Stacy appeared to be enjoying herself, but she didn’t seem to be orgasming. Maybe that was her speed. Grant finished with a grunt, his hips jerking excitedly as he unloaded into her womb. They exchanged a few words Zach couldn’t make out. Then Grant slid out, zipped up, and left. Stacy hopped off the planter table, dripping Grant’s semen. She scooped some of it off her leg and used an old towel to wipe it off her fingers. She put her panties and stretch pants on and walked away in the opposite direction.
Normally this voyeuristic smorgasbord would require Zach to beat off furiously. He was so exhausted from the previous week, he didn’t feel the need. He was hard from the sight, but that was about it. He could save the memory for when he really needed something to think about while beating off.
Instead, for something to do, he looked up on the medical background tasks board. Medical Bay Five needed to be inventoried. It sounded like just the thing. He walked there and quickly completed the task. After that work, he walked back home and took a nap.
After a light lunch at the Breeding Bitches Saloon, he was feeling more normal, more horny. He hadn’t ejaculated in over eight hours. That was an eternity in terms of the week he’d just been through. Even so, he didn’t want to ask Michaela or Noa their availability. Perhaps tonight, if Naz begged off, he would ask. For the time being, he was horny, but content.
He looked again on the task board. There was another medical bay that needed inventorying, Medical Bay Thirteen, perfect mindless work. He could listen to music or medical podcasts during.
When he reached Medical Bay Thirteen, Siri was already in there inventorying it. She had removed her white coat and draped it over the examining table. Underneath, she wore a form-hugging white sleeveless t-shirt. Her darker nipples were evident through the fabric, both color and shape. From the waist down she wore baggy purple scrubs.
“Whoops,” said Zach. “I’ll go find something else to do.”
“Wait, Zach,” said Siri. “Inventory it with me? It will speed up the work. Unless you want to be alone.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” replied Zach.
“It seems like you’ve been avoiding me, except at work,” said Siri.
“I haven’t,” Zach insisted.
“I keep sending you nudes,” said Siri. He remembered all too well what she’d looked like nude. Her perky tan-nippled breasts. The deep flushed glistening pink of her excited wet vagina. Her smooth bare pudenda. She was a classic beauty in every respect, but he didn’t know her, except for Alexis’s comments. Her provocative photos also stood between them, objectifying her further.
“You do,” he replied.
“In response, you keep texting wow!” said Siri.
“I do, because they are wow!” The nudes were unsolicited, but nudes were nudes. Nudes of a colleague, to boot, which felt kind of illicit, though on Mars they weren’t. He wasn’t an idiot. And he was decidedly a voyeur, a fact likely shared with Siri if she’d asked anybody.
“Are you just being kind?” she asked. “Because no nudes back.”
“Oh,” said Zach. “Sorry about that. I grew up with prudes and don’t know my manners. I know things are culturally different in Sweden. Happy to rectify the situation.” He looked through his phone.
“Not old,” said Siri with a moue. She smiled at him, eyes twinkling. “A fresh nude that you take when you’re thinking of me. Like I send you a nude when I’m thinking of you.”
“Those nudes were just for me? They’re so artistic.”
“Thank you. I’d like to think I pose well.”
“In some of them, you spread yourself. You’re wet.”
“That’s because I was thinking of when you made love to Colleen,” she explained. “I think of it to this day.”
“I’m an idiot. I didn’t realize you were thinking of me so specifically, intensely.” He knew she’d made love to a fair assortment of the mining crew during the trip to Mars. He’d assumed her nudes were what she sent to every man she was even vaguely interested in. Perhaps she was lying and they were. “Aren’t you married to Homer?”
“No, I’m married to Lyndon, but we’re getting a divorce.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Zach.
Siri said, “Don’t be. Mostly, it was a marriage for convenience, for the mission. NASA felt they should be sending more married couples to Mars. On that first night, he went to the Breeding Bitch orgy with Irma, and I haven’t seen him since. Yes, I admit I went with Homer. He was looking for a date that night. He’s nice.”
“Where are you living, then?”
Siri smiled. Her honey trap had closed on Zach. She was clearly and openly excited at the prospect. This suddenly made her Miss Scandinavia standard facial features stunningly beautiful. Playing an important supporting role, her nipples got hard, stabbing against her tight tank top. “I’m sharing an apartment with Lava. Do you have any plans for tonight? Because I don’t.” Her confidence oozed.
Zach smiled happily. Her confidence was not unwarranted. He suddenly needed this woman. More than any nude she’d sent or remark he’d made, her excitement excited him, made him hard. Seeing a woman get sexually excited, for him especially, was his ultimate weakness. “Let me check,” he said.
He texted Naz. “Want to spend the evening or night together? It’s your day.”
Naz texted back swiftly, “I love our times together so much, yet our week has been so overwhelming! I don’t feel I have the strength, lover. My private places throb from your repeated presence. My nibbles are sensitive from your squeezing. Next week? I believe Michaela was interested.” He thought she meant nipples, but cute! And as it happened, convenient!
“Don’t worry,” Zach texted Naz. “I have some plans developing. Please tell the others they’ll see me at daycare tomorrow morning latest.”
“I’ll tell Becky right away,” texted Naz. Becky had dinner duty on Sundays. What with the constant pounding of the past week, she was also well past her limit, he knew. She would no doubt be relieved she was off the hook.
“I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow morning,” said Zach.
“Wonderful,” grinned Siri, grabbing his arm. She beamed at him like a kitten that had caught the catnip. “Let’s go.” Then, she stopped and thought. “You know where I live?”
“Yes,” said Zach. “Second floor, balcony opposite.”
She let go of him. “Please give me fifteen minutes. Then meet me there, okay?”
“Sure,” said Zach.
She scampered off.
Hmm. She probably just wanted to tidy up. He set a timer, closed up the medical bay, took it off the inventoried list, and checked his email. When his alarm rang, he walked over.
Siri met him at the door and led him up the stairs to her bedroom door. Lava was nowhere to be seen, but she was heard. She bawled out an orgasm from behind her bedroom door. He heard her bed make thumping noises against the floor. It sounded like she was being fucked very hard.
Siri ushered Zach into her bedroom and shut the door. Muffled sounds carried from the other room. She hugged herself to him and bent her face up for a kiss. He crouched down and kissed her. Their tongues thrashed wetly. Holding her tight to him, he backed her onto her bed. She sat. He straddled and crouched over her. Their tongues wrestled.
Zach’s hands roved under Siri’s t-shirt to fondle her proportionate breasts and tease her nipples hard. She reached into the waistband of his scrubs and felt his muscular ass appreciatively.
Zach’s fingers headed down into Siri’s panties and found her crack brimming with slickness. “Yes,” she breathed as he stroked her vulva. “Ready for launch! Ready for- ugh!” Her hips thrust and pumped as she orgasmed.
Siri broke the kiss and pushed him back. They regarded each other with animal intention. “Let me at least...” she said. She pulled off her t-shirt over her head, showing her bare breasts. Her light tan nipples were puckered hard. She bent over and took off her shoes and socks. She bounced once on the bed to slip off her panties and scrub pants together. Her mound was bare and smooth.
“Now your turn.” She pulled down his scrub pants, then more carefully, his boxer briefs. “Mmm!” she purred. “That’s even better than I thought I’d felt! So girthy!” She wrapped her small hands around it in fascination.
While Siri stroked and teased his penis and chortled, Zach wrestled the rest of his clothing off.
“All right you!” he said. He grabbed her legs and tipped her onto the bed, giggling. He sat on his knees on the floor and pulled her vulva to his mouth. She smelled and tasted unmistakably of her own excitement flavored by a man’s semen. There was no visual evidence of it, but the taste was unmistakable.
“How is it?” she asked nervously.
“Yummy!” he replied, and dove in. He gently flicked his wet tongue around her clitoris. Her excitement grew as he stimulated her clitoral bud across the top, through her hood. Her legs trembled. It was not too much when he brought his tongue underneath, licking gently and directly on her clitoral button. She climaxed with a whimper. Her hips gently rocked as she orgasmed. Unperturbed, he followed her every move.
In short order, he worked his way up to greater stimulation of her vulva. He writhed his large tongue over the entire surface of her vulva while sucking the whole thing. This combination wrung wet shriek after wet shriek from her pleasure-wracked body. Even with this little tart who’d done everybody, he was scoring high in the oral department. It made him feel proud.
She jumped as if stung when she became oversensitive. He stopped and gently stroked her thighs as she lay stunned on the bed. He lifted her and crawled to the middle of the bed with her. He spread her legs and made to cover her missionary style. “Not… not...” she said.
“Right,” said Zach, wanting to kick himself for being an idiot. “Do we need a condom here, or other protection?”
“No, my latest wand is good,” she replied. This was an oral contraceptive that lodged in the intestine and slowly dissolved. It provided protection for at least three months. If a woman wanted to cut that time short, she took an enzyme pill that washed it out early.
“Zach. Zach? Not yet,” she said. “I want to choke on it.”
“Do you?” he asked. There were various ways to do this. Aficionados like this little superfreak generally had a preference.
“I like it off the edge, or I will serve you if you’d prefer.”
So the little slut was a bit submissive, too. He wanted to do what she liked best, though. He pulled her by the arms to the edge of the bed, her head over the edge. He lined up her throat and gently rocked his penis in to fill her mouth and throat. She had excellent control and took it all. Her throat was tight! He saw it bulge. He monitored her carefully for undue signs of distress. Her throat was so pleasing! “I’m close,” he shuddered.
Choking and vibrating with the effort of asphyxiation, she gave him a thumbs up.
“RRAAAAHH!!” he screamed like a maniac, thrusting in and firing pulse after pulse of semen straight into her little tummy. After the first few, he got concerned about her airway. As he withdrew, he helplessly shot another into her mouth and another onto her breasts, belly, and mound.
She choked once to clear her throat and asked, “Why did you pull out?”
“I got worried,” he said.
“I can take your whole load when we do it,” she said patiently. “If I’m ever in trouble, I’ll tap out.”
“Thanks,” said Zach. “I guess I should have asked.”
“It’s fine,” she assured him. “I want you to relieve yourself like I know you want to. Put it all as far down as you can. It was feeling so good, but then you pulled out prematurely. I want to feel it when you do it all and really settle in me. I loved however you did, completely excited. I was excited before you touched me, Zach.” As she said this, she looked at him soulfully and stroked his muscular ass with her hands.
In response, his penis stirred.
“Aww,” said Siri with a wry grin, “what a romantic man you are. You like to hear a woman coo.”
He dragged her to the center of the bed, spread her, and rocked his stiff cock into her. She was lost underneath him. He hardened as he felt her excited, velvety slick cunt yield to him. Soon, he was pounding. She was howling out orgasm after orgasm, squeezed underneath him. He felt himself stroking past her prominent cervix and hitting the back of her vagina.
It was good that he’d just ejaculated. Without struggling in the least, he was able to give her plentiful orgasms before releasing again himself. “RRAAAAHH!!” So satisfying!
In the restful aftermath, they didn’t make conversation. She rested lightly splayed across him. Lava and her lover started up in the other room. Distant cries. Siri played with his hair and sang him a soft little tune in Swedish. By the end, he was hard and took her again.
She was even more of an orgasmic wildcat this third time. In the quiet after he finished, she said, “You’re a dangerous man. You make me want to join Trigonometry. Oh, there they are.” Lava was bawling out loud orgasms from across the hall.
“Why don’t you join Trigonometry?”
“You’re already too busy, and I’m too much work for one man.”
“You can see other men. It’s an open marriage.”
“No, Zachary,” she said sadly. She lay in quiet thought. “Well, I’ll think about it.”
Giggling and changing the subject, she said, “Ayana was right, it only took the right circumstances.”
“Hmm?”
“The physicians, the female physicians, get together informally, weekly,” explained Siri. “One recurring topic is why Zach is not fucking us. All except Ayana, who got your insemination long ago. She doesn’t count, since she doesn’t care for men and had no other choice of live donor.
“Then we heard directly from Noa, who we also invite to our coffee, the only non-MD. We are not so dismissive of other medical professions as doctors who are men. I speak of other doctors, not you, Zach.”
“Thanks for that,” he said. “I wouldn’t exclude Noa either.”
“We know this, since you desired her enough to fuck her before any of us,” Siri giggled. “You like big boobies?”
“I like all boobies.”
“Spoken like a diplomat,” she said. She stroked her own C-cups. “We squirmed even more as we heard about you in exquisite detail. Before then, we heard only from our patients, who don’t say much.”
“So that’s what prompted the recent flurry of horny texts from my colleagues.”
“Oh yes!” Siri smirked. “And now I feel like Junko Tabei,” she giggled. She looked at him, realizing he didn’t get the reference. “The first woman to climb Everest.”
“Oh, okay,” he said. He didn’t know what to say. He felt suddenly like an acquisition. But what a pleasant way to be acquired! “Thanks?” he added. And in a very real sense, they had acquired each other. Their relationship was recreational at this point, and he felt okay with that.
His liaisons with the Mission Two crews lacked the imperative of his own crew situation. Becky was grandfathered in, and he loved her, so she was different from the other newcomers.
Martha was starstruck, and he was flattered. She was a young brunette with big tits and ivory skin. He was very flattered. Maybe he was falling in love with Martha. Was she in love? Hard to say. It was developing.
Naz and Adah had taken the plunge, strongly pushed by a woman they all revered. Perhaps Anming’s behavior was even wise. Neither of the copper skinned beauties seemed at all regretful. For his part, he was content they were happy.
He and Noa had been eyeing each other since the landing. She flirted shamelessly with everyone, so it wasn’t that. He thought it was mutual fascination. So be it.
And now Siri, one of two women who reportedly passed themselves around like candy on the mining vessel. Nothing wrong with that, though. He wanted to leave the old morality of Earth behind. He had a double standard he would have to unlearn. It was the same as his suspicions of Lou, more old world morality, more double standards. Siri was delightful and an able and beautiful companion in bed. That was good enough for now. But it was worth thinking about, where and why he would draw the line. It was worth thinking about whether he wanted or should want a line.
Through the walls, Lava continued her cries.
“I’m the first MD on Mars to climb Zach. Except for Ayana, who as I said, doesn’t count,” said Siri. “She’s always at the coffee early trying to kiss us and feel us up.”
“Ayana?”
“Yes! She sits behind you, and kisses the neck. She asks if you like women, that kind of thing.”
“I wish she would do that to me,” he said. “Do you? Like women?”
“Me? No. Well, I allow a friendly kiss. She is a good kisser,” said Siri. “But Lava is very bisexual. If we didn’t meet in the saloon nearby the children, Ayana would be under the table at Lava. They’re both shameless. As it is, we have to remind them to take it elsewhere, there are children.”
His attention was drawn to Lava’s cries. They abruptly ended in a half-cry, half-grunt. He supposed she could have a woman in there, but probably not. Her noisy intervals were the approximate duration of a man, so probably a man.
After this talk, Zach was hard. He made love to Siri desperately, thoroughly. She cried out, writhed, and shuddered under him repeatedly. Every time they made love, her excitement level grew. At the end, he poured everything into her. In the stillness and darkness, he happily drifted off to sleep in her arms.
At midnight, Zach awakened hard and desperate. He was humping Siri’s haunch. In the quiet darkness, he took her urgently twice as she bawled and shrieked in pleasure. After his final roar, both times, they heard Lava crying out in the other room. It seemed Siri and Zach were inspiring Lava, or her guest, or both.
At three in the morning, Zach repeated his desperate two shot performance in Siri. Her response was even more desperate than his. Again, they heard echoes of their bliss from Lava’s room.
At dawn, Zach was gleeful to find himself in Siri’s bed. He had an extraordinary cat-stretchy two bursting orgasms in her. He fell asleep satisfied.
Around 7 AM, Zach awakened, and Siri was still there. He penis swelled seeing this. Most of his women ran away in the mornings. Then he realized he had to pee.
Siri didn’t have the master bedroom. He went out the bedroom door and into the shared bathroom on the landing.
Lava’s noises and the sound of her bed started up. They were even more pronounced in the bathroom. Maybe it was the tiles. Soon after, there was a low grunt, presumably from Lava’s man, and silence. Zach finished his business and washed his hands.
Zach opened the bathroom door and met Dallas on his way out of Lava’s bedroom. He startled when he saw Zach and then clicked Lava’s bedroom door shut. Dallas said, “Whoa, you gave me a fright, there, dude. What are you doing here? Don’t you have umpteen wives?”
“I have an open marriage,” said Zach. “Don’t you have a wife?”
“Let’s not get on each other’s cases, here, pal,” said Dallas. “Let’s be friends, no harm, no foul.”
“Fine with me,” said Zach. “You asked first.”
“Fine, dude, fine,” Dallas replied. “You’re not planning on...” He pointed to Lava’s door. “’Cause she’s a mess right now.”
“Kinda makes me want to, but no,” said Zach.
He nodded toward Siri’s door. “So you’re that guy.”
“Yep.”
“Oh,” said Dallas. “Well. Fine, dude, fine. Sorry I was so hard to keep up with last night.” He grinned. “Later.” He bounced down the stairs and out the front door.
“It’s not a competition,” Zach said to nobody, because Dallas had left. He went back into Siri’s bedroom to make love to her one last time before heading out to daycare.
A day later, Tuesday, in the evening, Alexis held the town’s new group pregnancy party. It would be held every month on this day, Tuesday the seventeenth. Why? Because Alexis said so, and she was the mayor. She assured everyone beforehand that the gatherings would be extremely popular for both men and women. Since conception and pregnancy were to be discussed frankly, children could not attend.
“This meeting is called to order,” said Alexis. “Thank you all for being here at Olympus City’s first monthly group pregnancy party! Yay!” The audience applauded politely. The women were all there. Of the men, Zach, Ethan, Lou, Kiaan, Aiden, and Jules were the only men there. So, six out of nineteen men.
“All right, will the women come up on stage in order so that we can administer the tests?” asked Alexis. “You first, Aanya.”
Tiny coppery Aanya, the microbiologist, came up onto the stage in front of all assembled. Tall Ayana, the Asian lesbian doctor who would administer the tests, ushered her behind a waist-high privacy curtain. Behind the curtain, Aanya fussed with her clothing and squatted. “I’m certain I’m not pregnant,” she said. “I gave birth less than three months ago.”
“It looks like you’ve recovered well,” said Alexis, ogling Aanya’s crotch area from her vantage behind the curtain. “Surely we don’t need this.” Alexis strolled over and removed the privacy curtain. Aanya had her stretch pants and panties down to her knees. She sat on a little portable potty. Her mons was shaved neatly bare. There was a clear view of her mostly closed little vulva and the pee stream she had just started.
Aanya was shell-shocked by the removal of the privacy curtain. She kept peeing in front of the crowd, since it would hurt to stop. With great embarrassment, she continued. As soon as she could comfortably stop, she yanked up her panties and pants and scampered off the podium.
Ayana had captured some of Aanya’s pee in a sample container. She dipped in the test rod. She lifted the test rod, read it, and reported, “Clear.”
“All right,” said Alexis. “Who’s next? Adah?”
“I’m not going!” Adah stage whispered to Zach.
“I heard you,” said Alexis, who had sharp ears. “Listen, ladies. These results can be trusted only if they are seen by everyone to come straight from a specific woman’s cunt hole.” She looked at Zach. “What do you call it?”
“Urethra.”
“Yes, urethra,” Alexis continued. “I’m sure some results will be controversial. We need everyone to see the complete chain of custody, so to speak.”
“That’s not a good enough reason,” said Adah. “I trust Ayana well enough.”
“From time immemorial,” Alexis opined, “women have hidden their pee streams in shame. Meanwhile, men’s pee streams are glorified. Glorified!”
Zach thought Alexis was laying it on a little thick. On the other hand, he appreciated what she was trying to do for his voyeuristic tendencies.
“And compared to women’s streams, men’s are pathetic shadows of streams,” Alexis continued. “Think of it, ladies. A woman’s powerful stream is intimidating to a man. It’s true girl power. Pee it loud! Pee it proud! Girl power!”
Alexis’s rousing speech got a standing ovation from the crowd. Not from Adah, though. “No! I would have to show off my privates to the men,” she complained.
“Your privates are beautiful,” argued Zach.
“They are?”
Zach assured Adah, “They are. Wouldn’t you be inspired, gentlemen? Moved artistically?”
There was a chorus of “Yes, absolutely!” from the men present.
“Do it!” hissed Anming. “You’re wasting everybody’s time!”
Reluctantly, Adah took the stage.
Alexis started a chant: “Girl power! Girl power! Girl power!” Everybody took it up.
Adah took down her stretch pants and panties, displaying her nude snatch. She was a little furry since she had been growing out her muff hair for Zach for about a month. Her vulva was merely a tight slit. She squatted on the potty.
She and Ayana conversed softly as the chanting went on. Ayana covered Adah’s eyes. Still, Adah struggled to start her pee stream. Zach could be patient; it was quite a show already. She was so beautiful as she gritted her teeth and showed her little cunt to the cheering crowd. Her inner labia were clapped shut as if her vulva was hiding on purpose. Her legs tensed as she focused on starting her stream. After about a minute, pee erupted from Adah, first a hesitant trickle, then a fat hissing stream. The crowd roared with excitement.
Ayana caught a healthy sample in a fresh container. “Clear!” she shouted over the crowd. A positive result had been a long shot, since Adah’s fertile week had just passed. Even if she was pregnant, it was likely too early for the test to show that.
Adah finished as quickly as possible. She pulled up her panties and stretch pants. She ran off the podium and sat down, smiling and breathless next to Zach. If her coppery skin had allowed a blush, she’d be blushing. Zach gave her a big hug and a deep kiss. She was content.
Next it was Agatha Reddy, commander of the NASA Colony Mission Two. She was a tiny, stern brunette, only 27, with generous D knockers. Without hesitation, she dropped her drawers and yelled “Girl power!” Her mound was shaved bare. Her vaginal opening was small but wet and open. She hissed into the potty.
Ayana caught a sample. “Clear!”
Alexis cried, “Alexis! Where is that impossible woman?!” Then she snickered and lifted her short red faux leather skirt. She was wearing no panties. She squatted and hissed into the potty. Negative result. Then she called a reluctant Anming onto the stage.
“Shameful,” bemoaned Anming, “In front of everybody.” She grimaced, not wanting to bare herself, but also not wanting to be an obstacle. She pulled down her stretch pants and panties in a single gesture, baring her tribble muff to all assembled. Her pee hissed hot with shame into the potty. Not surprisingly, since she was nursing an infant, her result was negative.
Alexis smiled. “Next up, Ayana.”
Ayana said, “Take a good look, girls! Want some of this?” She pulled down her knickers and hissed her pee into the potty, deftly taking a sample at the same time. Zach gazed longingly at her bare lesbian pudenda and big clitoris peeking out. He didn’t know about the assembled women, but he wanted some of that! He remembered his breeding of her and their threesome with Anming. She had climaxed hard for him when he fucked her from behind while she played with Anming.
Zach’s reverie was broken when Ayana announced her own result. “Clear!” Hmm. He gazed longingly as she hid her slightly dripping cunt from public view. Forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.
“You women are absolutely crazy,” said Becky. She dropped her panties and lifted her business hentai skirt to show her healthy trimmed Latina muff. She spread her pretty vulva with two fingers, showing her pink vaginal opening. It was worth it to her to show her pink so her pee didn’t spray out in all directions. “What if a recording of this got on the Internet?” she scolded the crowd in general and Alexis in particular. Her pee started and hissed into the potty.
Ayana caught some. “Clear!”
The men had grown quiet and still, not wanting to remind the outnumbering women they were even present.
It was Charisse’s turn. “Only natural. See, Zach? I’ve grown my muff for you.”
This seemed like an invitation. Did she want another baby of his? “Wow!” said Zach.
Her pee hissed into the potty.
“Clear!” Ayana reported.
Next came Colette. She grinned sheepishly as she lifted her skirt. She was wearing panties after business hours!
Alexis immediately got out the belt and put Colette over her knee. Alexis whipped Colette hard five times across the ass and cunt. The crowd cringed with each stroke, especially the men.
“Stand over there,” ordered Alexis, pointing to the far side of the stage. Colette obeyed. “Lift your skirt. Now, piss your misbehaving panties in front of these good people.”
Colette did as ordered. Her panties bloomed with wetness. Urine streamed down her inner thighs and puddled on the floor.
Ayana ran over and caught some of it as it ran in rivulets down her thighs. “Clear.”
“Now lick it up,” Alexis ordered. Colette got down on her hands and knees and lapped away.
While Colette worked at that, Colleen came to the stage. She dropped her slacks and panties, showing her delicate blonde muff and a hint of pink vulva. So sexy! She hissed her pee into the potty. Not surprisingly, since she was nursing a young infant, the result was negative.
Irma Jackson, the thin, short, exceedingly beautiful black doctor, came up to the stage. She dropped her pants and panties. She showed a neat landing strip. Her dark inner lips were shut. Her piss stream into the potty was strong. The result was negative. He hoped that her piss stream would force her lips apart enough for a glimpse of pink, but no. He so badly wanted to see her jelly roll.
Zach thought, what a delicious woman! As Noa suggested, he should get to know her better!
Khushi was next. She received cheers and hoots from the women, especially from Ayana, Tara, and Pam. Her dark full muff was the envy of Zach’s two other Indian wives. Her result, not surprising for a nursing mom, was negative.
Lava, the short, thin blonde Bulgarian doctor, had a bare pudenda. Her lips protruded invitingly as she hissed her pee into the potty. Her result was negative. As she pissed, Zach thought of her cries from her bedroom as he’d slept with Siri.
Martha showed off her ivory skin and her barely started muff. She hissed strongly into the bowl. Not surprisingly, her result was negative. Even if Zach had impregnated her during their crazy insemination week, it was probably too early for the test to tell that.
Michaela lifted her skirt to show no panties. She spread her glistening vulva wide and made sure all the boys got a really good look at it. “Watch this,” she said. She let her pee out into the potty. As Ayana approached to take a sample, she changed the intensity and therefore the arc of her pee stream into the potty. Ayana chased it wildly, reflexively. She got enough in the sample container, but also got it all over her hand.
Ayana reported with some frustration, “Clear. Michaela, please.”
“Da, da. Will behave next time.”
Next was Minna Larsson, a Swedish geologist. She was a pretty blonde of about average height and build.
“I am not a part of this stupid baby program.”
“I’m the mayor. Drop your drawers,” ordered Alexis.
Minna grimaced but complied. Not only was Alexis the mayor, she was Minna’s boss. She had a bare pudenda and a tightly closed slit. So sweet! Reluctantly exposed slit was the best slit. She had a healthy stream as well. Her tight outer lips made it splash into a wide spray. Ayana caught enough of it with a smile. She clearly didn’t mind at all being dribbled on by Minna’s reluctant stream. The test result was negative.
Naz sighed heavily, but was able to drop her drawers and piss in the potty in front of everyone. Like Adah, she yanked up her pants and rushed off the stage afterwards. Not surprisingly, her results were negative.
Noa smiled at the audience and spread her vulva wide with two fingers. She held the position a good long moment. She looked like she was going to launch into a lecture on female anatomy. Instead, with a sigh, she emptied her bladder into the potty. The test result was unsurprisingly negative. Carefully, she held her lips apart and dabbed herself dry. Clearly she loved showing her bare cunt to the crowd.
Pam was a dewy young American geologist. She was very short, with chocolate skin and a bare mound. Her labia minora were darker still. She was Tara’s girlfriend, but Zach deeply wanted what he saw. Why did he always have to fall in love with lesbians? She only hesitated a little, then pissed into the potty. The result was negative.
Aleksandra Vasilieva, or Sandra for short, the forty year old Russian doctor, came up to the stage. She was a short thin pretty redhead with a red bush to match. She showed it to the men, saying with a mild accent, “Too old to change.”
“Positive!”
Sandra was surprised. The room leapt with joy. Sandra could barely get her panties back up before being hoisted on shoulders and carried around the Breeding Bitches Saloon.
Ethan shouted, “Drinks!”
Ayana scolded, “You fool! She’s pregnant!”
Ethan corrected himself. “Right. Drinks for everybody else!”
Eventually, the room calmed down.
Sanya, the Russian engineer, bared her puss and pissed into the potty. She was a short, stocky brunette about Zach’s age with a shaved mound. Her labia were showing. The result was negative.
Savannah Jefferson, the beautiful blonde American NASA geologist with D tits was next. She smiled as she bared her smooth pudenda, showed off her prominent nether lips, and pissed away. Her result was negative.
Sierra was the stunning commander of the mining mission with platinum blonde hair and generous D cup breasts. Zach was excited to see her shaved pussy for the first time. Her vulva was half closed as she pissed. The test was negative.
Siri, his tiny new blonde lover, went next. The result was negative.
Stacy, the stunning redheaded botanist with the short red bush, followed her. Another negative result.
Finally, Tara, the thin black lesbian engineer, went last. Her hair was short. Her pudenda was bare. She was a smooth, even dark chocolate color. So pretty! She smiled a blinding white smile and hissed her piss proudly into the potty in front of the assembled women. When Ayana drew close with her little cup, Tara grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face down to hers. “Yuss! Take that sample!” she cried with excitement. The proceedings had apparently worked her up to a high pitch of horniness.
The sample overflowed Ayana’s little cup and ran over her hand as they stared into each other’s eyes. “My pleasure, babe,” Ayana replied in a sultry voice.
Tara’s pee stream stopped, and the moment passed. Tara’s result was negative.
To end the meeting, Alexis shouted, “Only one positive result people! Go forth and do better! Peace! Out!”
After the event, Alexis asked Zach, “So how did you like my fresh meat showcase? See any cunts you’d like to plow? I could make the necessary introductions...”
“You’re incorrigible,” answered Zach. “But thanks for inviting me to the show. It was… quite overwhelming.”
“Based on the periodic throbbing erections you got, so I gathered,” said Alexis. “Do you think my advertisement will work?”
“Advertisement?”
“My advertisement to get all the guys to show up next time,” she snickered.
The next day, on Cancer 18th, Martha’s pregnancy test was positive. There were celebrations at the dinner table. The Trigonometry wives had adopted a new practice of inviting a colonist or couple of colonists to dinner. This evening, it was Lyndon, the stunningly handsome black American engineer and his date Irma, the petite black doctor. Over dinner, they confided to the table they were just dating. For one thing, Lyndon was still married to Siri.
Though guests had been added, the other practices continued. It was Naz’s turn to bend over the table and take Zach’s cock. She insisted with relief that Martha take her place. In such a joyful state of mind from her positive test, Martha lost all inhibition. She bent over for Zach with a huge grin, dropped her drawers, and smacked her ass. Zach released Martha’s big pale swinging orbs from her top. He took great handfuls of them as he slammed up into her joyously. She squealed with lubricious excitement. The two sleek and beautiful black guests looked on with quiet interest. The shy ivory skinned brunette climaxed spectacularly several times in front of those assembled.
Zach put two loads gleefully and efficiently into Martha, pulled out with a splash, and sat back down. She remained relaxed blissfully on the dining table, humming in the wake of multiple orgasms from Zach’s powerful thrusts. The large firm globes of her pale breasts lay on the table, splayed to either side.
Anming remarked sweetly to the table, “Now that our new wife Martha is pregnant, we shall begin her anal training.”
Martha startled from her stupor. “What??”
(To be continued)
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97: Sunday, Karka 8, 232. 0800 hours OST: Lava
Zach was awakened by a knock on his bedroom door. It was Martha. “Come to breakfast! Your fillies are assembled and waiting!”
Zach pulled on his scrubs and came downstairs. Three women were lined up and bent over the breakfast table. Their hair was tied up. Their bare butts wiggled at him invitingly. On the left was Colleen, his tiny blonde goddess and the colony’s governor. She had gotten her first period on Cancer 23rd. He would recognize the perfect caramel skin of the middle maiden anywhere: it was Becky. She was Gemicorp’s chief attorney, a key player in their multi-billion dollar corporation’s business strategy. Naz, on the right, had a more coppery tone. She had singlehandedly revolutionized conversional manifold theory.
This was his dream come true. Three powerful accomplished women bending over for him. They were waiting, wet for his cock and the orgasms he would give. Waiting, after the orgasms they’d receive, for the semen he would pump and force into their spasming uteruses. Waiting, ultimately, for the babies these acts of love would deliver to their motherly embraces.
It was his choice. Such a hard choice! He chose Colleen, who had chosen him for Mars and his dream life. She was quivering with excitement. Her cunt was milky with slippery wet girl juice. He looked around. Sure enough, Lou was there, sitting over on the couch. “Thanks Lou,” Zach smiled and waved. Lou waved back.
Zach grabbed Colleen by the hair and ass. With his other hand guiding his cock, he slickly forced his way into her tight slippery cunt. He opened her up achingly full in three strokes, given she was gushing with slick girl juice. He knew she would have moaned louder, more profoundly, if he’d penetrated her asshole. But this was the week for babies. Next week, he silently promised himself and his ladies a flurry of ass fucking.
“Did the nice man eat you out?” he asked her.
“Something like that,” Colleen whimpered.
“Are you my nasty slut who gets it in front of the whole town?” Zach asked.
“Yes- UGH!,” Colleen whimpered as he repeatedly forced her wet twat into submission.
“You want my great big morning load?”
“Yuss!”
“So deep in your pretty cunny?”
“Yuss!”
“Gonna make me another baby?”
“Yuss! Yuss! AHHHH!” Colleen’s legs shook as she orgasmed on his thrusting cock.
“RRAAAAHH!!” he exclaimed as he locked into Colleen from behind with a smack. He groaned with pleasure as his morning semen jetted deep into her.
“YAAAAAH! MORE?! HUHH!!” Colleen shrieked. It overflowed her and dripped liberally onto the floor.
Zach came to his senses and looked over at Becky and Naz. They were antsy now, locking eyes with him, legs shaking like mares at the breeding gate. Who would get the big load? Who would get the long ride? He withdrew from Colleen with a splash as his excess semen plopped from her onto the floor.
“YAAAH!” shrieked Becky as he drove into her lustily.
“You’re wet as the dickens,” Zach remark. “Did Lou diddle you?”
“I plead the filth,” moaned Becky.
“Oh, your asshole,” said Zach. He looked, and sure enough, her anus was oily, dirty, and looked recently pried open. “Did he cum in there? Always a good choice. Now I’m REALLY missing it.”
“Next week, sweetheart, I promise,” Becky grunted, “as much as you want. Just please knock me up! Please, mi corazon!” Her head was turned to the side. He saw how she gritted her teeth. Her wet came down as she orgasmed from his pounding cock. She was such a hot little Latina attorney!
“You want my cum?”
“Yees!”
“A nice hot load of it?”
“YEES!”
“TAKE IT!! RRAAAAHH!!”
Becky shook in a whole body orgasm as she felt Zach’s hot semen fill up her womb. “AHHHHHH!!” He pulled out of her, semen dripping, and checked Naz. “You’re juicy, too.”
“Yes, my dear husband.”
“Would you like some attention now?”
“Please!”
“In front of all these people?”
Naz paused shyly for a moment. Then, something switched on in her. “Yes, I am your nasty horny bitch! I want your- AHHH!!” Zach thrust pleasurably into her, opening her little thing wide and tight. She was so very tight!
“You’re my nasty harlot?”
“Only for you! UUUNH!”
He knew that Lou must have stimulated the hell out of Naz for her to be acting this wanton. Clearly Lou had been here working with the three of them for a considerable time to create this wonderful surprise. He didn’t tease her about it. He knew that allowing Lou to help was a very sensitive subject for her. She was concerned about jealousy. The last thing he wanted to do was feed into that concern with a snide remark.
“You like being served at the table?”
“Any nasty desire of my husband’s!”
“You ready for it?”
“Please paapa!”
“RRAAAAHH!!”
Naz’s loins quivered in orgasm as Zach’s hot semen filled her. “AAAAH!! I feel it jetting!”
Zach collapsed into his chair, exhausted. Colleen, Becky, and Parinaaz hummed together and smiled with their three big batches. Colleen had splashed a huge excess onto the dining room floor. Becky had a modest puddle under her. Naz kept all but a few drips of her even smaller batch. It was a great way to start the week!
“Oh, look who it is, honey!” said Martha.
“House call!” sang Siri. She got straight to work, kneeling in front of Zach and caressing his half-erect penis. While making eyes at him, she wiped his sloppy wet cock all over her pretty face. When she was done, her face was coated in excess semen and girl cum. She smiled at him with the nasty mess on her face. “So he just did all three of you?”
“YES!” the three agreed. It was a purr from Colleen, a yowl from Becky, and a yell from Naz.
Zach was glad to see his three fertile wives so fired up and happy. And here was Siri, making sloppy mouth love to his cock. Maybe he could get excited again soon. Mmm! Siri’s mouth was starting to feel good!
The week flew by in a blur of pleasurable frequent inseminations of Naz, Becky, and Colleen. Siri teased him for the rest of the day. It was a mystery why she had been asked to help. It seemed his wives always knew who he had been discreetly boinking.
The Breeding Bitches also contributed to the week. Alexis took Monday, Charisse Tuesday, and Michaela Wednesday. His pregnant wives Martha took Thursday and Adah took Friday. Noa teased him on Saturday to round out the week.
He awakened on Sunday Karka 15th to a quiet home. Insemination week was over! He thought of a walk, as he had done last month. But first, he wanted to check on the progress of Adah’s and Martha’s anal training.
He knocked on Adah’s door first. “It’s Zach.”
“Come in.”
He entered and closed the door after him. “How’s your anal training coming?”
“Oh, it’s going,” said Adah. “Do I have to put it in?”
“Yes. I’ll do it. Where is it?”
Adah indicated her bedside drawer. He pulled out a medium-sized glass butt plug. “This is getting pretty big!” he praised. He lubed it up carefully.
“Ugh,” she said.
“Still no fun?”
“None.”
“Here it goes in...”
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW! Ow!”
“Good girl.”
“Die a thousand deaths, nasty man.”
“Love you.”
“Love you.”
He left Adah to her butt hurt, closing the door softly behind himself. He walked down Adah’s and Naz’s landing stairs. He proceeded across the common area. He went over to the far side of the home and up the stairs where Martha resided alone. He knocked. “It’s Zach.”
From inside, Martha said, “Oh wait! Oh, no. Come in.”
Martha sat naked in bed with a pillow around her head in embarrassment. Lou was sitting naked next to her. “I’m sorry,” said Lou. “It’s all my fault.”
“It’s an open marriage,” said Zach. “Plus, she didn’t get the attention she deserved last week. Thanks for taking care of her.”
“She needed my particular help in a delicate matter,” said Lou.
“Honestly, Lou, you don’t need to explain yourself,” said Zach.
“I took it up the ass last night Zach!” Martha smiled excitedly. “I had a good time!” She looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction.
“Good thinking,” said Zach. “You know why I dropped by, then.”
Martha sighed. “In the drawer.”
With the potential confrontation diffused, Lou rose, dressed, and departed without another word.
After Lou had left, Martha said, “I’m sorry. I was afraid. I wanted to try somebody smaller first.”
“Understandable.”
“I had an orgasm using my vibrator during it. It was like a masturbation orgasm. But it definitely helped me feel nasty. Lou called me nasty names. It was nasty! I liked it, Zach. I think I’ll like it with you.”
“You did it once?”
“No, twice in the butt, and...” she grinned sheepishly.
“Really, it’s okay.” Zach lubed up the glass butt plug and slipped it in without a peep from Martha. “Lou is a great guy. Did you have a good time?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s what’s important. You know what this means, young lady. You’re going up a size.”
Martha made a moue of distaste.
Two days later, in the evening, Alexis shouted, “All right you nimrods and provocateurs! Quiet down! The second monthly pregnancy party will come to order!”
The saloon was loud with raucous conversation. Every single adult was in attendance this time. Word had gotten around about all the colony’s women baring their pussies and peeing last time. Zach appreciated how Alexis had set up the potty this time. Women had to spread their legs wider now to hit the potty. The potty was better lit, too. It would give a much better view of each woman’s cunt and stream. And, since this was held in the Breeding Bitches Saloon, Alexis would have illicit recordings of all of it.
Up first, Aanya didn’t resist. She bared her little cunt to the crowd and held it open to pee.
Dallas exclaimed, “Holy fuck! You fuckers weren’t lying! What a sweet little cunt!”
Aanya gave him the finger with her free hand. Alexis barked, “There will be order in the audience, or you’ll be thrown out!”
After this, the crowd and the lineup were both orderly. Adah’s pregnancy news was revealed next, though it was not news to Trigonometry. As she bared her delicate coppery cunt, there were merely uncontrollable gasps of excitement from the men. Everyone discreetly ignored these. Adah looked away with embarrassment as a faint smile played across her face. As Zach knew, all women want to be desired.
The second pregnancy was Lava. She looked surprised. Her husband Nik looked supportive and hugged Lava close around the waist. The result concerned Zach, because he knew Lava hadn’t been exclusive this past month. But, she and Dallas had surely used condoms. But what was he saying? Knowing Dallas, they probably hadn’t used condoms, the dingbats. Even so, he smiled. It’s not like they were checking paternity or anything.
The third pregnancy was Martha, also no surprise to Trigonometry. Martha had achieved one whole new type of sex, anal sex, since that was news.
The fourth pregnancy detected was Sandra, which had been seen last time. Sanya had the fifth pregnancy. Savannah was also pregnant. Sierra was the final pregnancy. She and her husband Dallas hugged and kissed gleefully.
“All right, peoples!” announced Alexis. “Now all the squatting and pissing is over. You’re welcome, lesbians and gentlemen. Time for our next show: paternity tests!”
Zach face-palmed. Oh shit! Oh damn!
Ayana handed the paternity test results over to Alexis one at a time. “First off, Adah’s baby matches to… Zach! BORING!”
“Second, Lava’s baby matches to… Dallas?” The crowd stirred, muttered, and gossiped. “Are you sure?” Alexis muttered to Ayana.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m informed these new paternity tests are ninety-nine point eight percent accurate. Unless Dallas and Nik are twins, it sure as hell isn’t Nik’s baby.” More, stirring, muttering, and gossip.
Sierra stood up and barely kept herself from hitting Dallas across the face. “YOU BASTARD!” she shrieked. She ran crying from the saloon. Colleen and a few others went after her. After that contingent left, Dallas slunk from the room. Nik walked out. Lava cried softly.
“Moving on,” said Alexis. “Martha’s baby matches to… Zach! BORING!”
Boring is good, thought Zach.
“Mmm...” said Alexis. “Sandra and Kiaan sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Sandra, forty years old, ran over and grabbed Kiaan, who was thirty, in a joyous hug. Kiaan looked surprised, but then smiled at her when he saw how happy she was.
“All right,” said Alexis. “Sanya’s baby was brought to you by… Joel!” The couple was already sitting together. They stood up and kissed happily.
“Savannah,” said Alexis. “The lucky daddy is… Aiden!” Aiden and Savannah, who were sitting discreetly next to each other, hugged and kissed shyly.
Anming quietly fumed.
“And Sierra’s baby,” said Alexis, “in case there’s anybody left here that cares, was brought to you by Dallas. Ouch. I hope they can work it out, folks. Well, that’s a wrap.”
Two days went by before the fallout from these events affected Zach’s life. He saw Lava disappear from the physician’s on call schedule. In and of itself, this wasn’t unusual. Physicians got sick. It could be morning sickness. Lava lived with another doctor, Siri, so he figured they would have whatever it was all handled.
He received a call from Siri in the afternoon. “Lava is suffering, Zach. She says nobody loves her.”
“I recommend Noa. She’s excellent with such matters.”
“We saw Noa,” Siri said. “I took Lava there. Noa helped. My call is partly from Noa’s recommendations. Dallas, her child’s father, rejected her. Even so, she wants to keep the child. She wants this child, Zach. Being thirty-nine, she may not be able to conceive another. Other than me, her female friends are keeping their distance. Who knows why at this point, various reasons, but it’s hurtful. Her male friends are all scared. They’re not even responding. And Lava needs male companionship, Zach. She needs it constantly, like you and I do. It’s hard circumstances.”
“That is some tough going,” Zach interjected. Was Siri suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? Surely not. It was just that he had a dirty, nasty, one-track mind. He filed that thought in the trash, and instead asked, “How can I help?” He was foremost a caring doctor.
“Noa discussed each man in the colony with her. She made the point that many men desire her. She needs reassurance, more than reassurance.”
“Quite right,” said Zach. “Do you want me to drop by and talk to her? I honestly think she’s delightful, and so direct! And especially desirable! She’s so neat and petite, with her short hair, and her-” He was going to say smoothly shaved mons, but caught himself. “Nice fingernails,” he offered weakly.
“Don’t act stupid, Zach. I have to choose whether to see my innocent friend hurting or be greedy about my new lover. He is a man I have no claim on anyway. Which do you think I will choose?”
“I think you’ll choose to help your friend.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“No doubt. We’re healers.”
“And she’s interested in you, Zach, after hearing all that she has. She’s so very excited to… hmm… get to know you.”
“This is a strange conversation.”
“Men like this, yes? A new spread pussy? A wet pussy?”
“Please,” said Zach. “Reliably, but we don’t want to mention it. Most women find it distasteful.”
Siri laughed gleefully. “Why would I fight biology? But you are genuinely excited, Zach? Not just for a good cause?”
“Genuinely.”
“Very good,” said Siri. “Here’s the plan. Can you be free tonight?”
It was a Thursday. Becky’s night. She had been dreading it since he’d been at her six or more times a day the previous week. “I think so.”
“Get the night free,” said Siri. “Arrive at our apartment at eight.”
“Will do,” said Zach. “Will you be joining us? Unless you’re turned off by such things. It could be separate bedrooms.”
“I’m not opposed in principle,” said Siri. “I’m worried anything like that would be less rewarding for Lava."
“I can handle you both,” said Zach.
“I know you can,” Siri said. “I want you focused on her, not distracted. She needs the healing. I want my sacrifice to fully count.”
“Fair enough.”
“Now text her this,” said Siri. “Say, ‘Are you available tonight? Overnight?’ Exactly like that.”
“Okay,” said Zach. “She just answered ‘Yes’.”
“Now what’s an excuse for why you haven’t seen her yet?”
“How about this? ‘I’ve been waiting until it seemed you were available’.”
“Perfect,” said Siri. “Sounds just like an emotionally clueless man.”
“That’s why it’s so perfect for me,” Zach joked. Siri didn’t laugh. A hit, a palpable hit. That’s what he deserved when he tried to fish for compliments.
“Now text her, ‘May I visit and see where the evening leads?’ Isn’t that your line?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it. That’s why I’m asking you to text it to her.”
“She answered ‘Yes’.”
“Text her, ‘See you at 2000’,” said Siri.
“I should say, ‘See you at 8 PM’.”
“Fine. You Americans and your twelve hour time.”
“She acknowledged.”
“How did she acknowledge?”
“She texted ‘See you then’ with a heart emoji.”
“You see that, Zach? She will love it.”
What to say? He might as well be honest. “I’m excited, too.” But he was not a total idiot. “And when can I see you again?”
“I don’t know. When can you see us BOTH?” Siri purred. “Two wet open pussies in your bed. Men like that, don’t they?”
“It sounds overwhelming,” he said in an effort to be polite.
“It should get you back sooner. How about tomorrow night?”
Zach grimaced. Friday was Anming’s night. He would miss her, but she never complained about him taking her night off. And it turned two asks into one for him. “I think I can swing that.”
“I should ask you more often.”
“Anytime. You know I love to be with you.”
“Thank you Zach, for being… you.”
“You’re welcome.”
At dinner that evening, Zach had Khushi bent over the dinner table. He had already ejaculated into her once. Now, he excitedly churned this first batch of semen out of Khushi’s orgasming cunt. He was getting close to putting in another.
Anming was unhappy. “I broke up with my husband today. Surely he doesn’t need me now that he has other responsibilities!”
This stopped Zach cold in his tracks. “I hope this is Aiden you’re talking about.”
“Who else?!” Anming shouted.
This was not a time to argue semantics with Anming. Clearly, she was upset. Just on the threat, Zach’s penis went limp and fell out. Khushi, frustrated in mid-orgasm, demanded angrily, “Why do you choose now to bring up such a thing?”
“Don’t talk to me in such a way,” shouted Anming. “You don’t even live here!”
“Ladies,” said Zach calmly.
“You don’t help excite Zach during the fertile weeks!” shouted Khushi.
“That’s because I’m not a filthy whore!” shrieked Anming.
“You are around Laurence!” screamed Khushi.
Anming went full nails out. “AIEEEE!!”
Zach caught her in mid-lunge. She struggled in his arms, but he held her easily. “My wives, please! Anming is hurting right now because she’s breaking up with Aiden.” He regarded Khushi. “What’s your excuse?”
“This woman poisons everything she touches!” Khushi accused angrily.
“Okay, well, this sounds complicated,” said Zach. “Khushi, please take the rest of your dinner home with you.”
Fuming, Khushi snatched up her plate, spun on her heel, and walked out.
“Anming,” said Zach calmly. “You take your plate elsewhere in the house to finish it. And please think about what you’ve done. Okay? Can I let you go?”
“Yes, my husband,” said Anming sullenly. She stalked off with her plate.
Zach sat down with Colleen on his right, Martha on his left, and Adah, Becky, and Naz across from him. Colby was now too far away from Mars to join them in real time.
He turned to Colleen. “I should maybe not be involved in negotiating an end to this dispute. Neither woman has shared their grievances with me. I’d say that indicates a reluctance to do so.”
“Nor me,” said Colleen.
“Shall we enlist Noa’s help?”
“They both hate Noa. Ayana’s too subjective. I’ll handle it, dearest.”
“Thank you.”
He turned to Becky. “May I have tonight and tomorrow night off?”
“Yes,” she replied, sore from the previous week. Tonight was her night. Tomorrow was Anming’s.
“Any objections?” asked Zach.
“Anming might object,” offered Colleen.
“Too bad,” said Zach. “I’m pissed at her behavior. I wouldn’t spend the day with her anyway.” He was lying. He could never resist her. “I just had to restrain one wife from ripping out another’s eyes. It’s time for me to take a break and think. My choice.”
“Very well,” said Colleen, clearly unhappy about his decision.
That’s right, Colleen had dinner duty on Anming’s night. But Zach had relentlessly fucked her last week. She had already begged off her Tuesday overnight. Surely, she couldn’t be missing him. But, oh, wait. She’d been looking forward to those one or two hard ass fuckings bent over the dinner table. They had teased each other about them.
“I’ll be at dinner tomorrow,” said Zach. “You’ll have your ass prepared?”
A smile of recognition and love brightened Colleen’s face. Zach had thought of her wishes, remembered her.
“Anything else?” asked Zach. There was silence. “So agreed.”
Fifteen minutes later, he was knocking on the door of Lava’s and Siri’s apartment.
Lava opened the door. “Come in, come in!” She waved him in and shut the door. Thirty-nine-year-old Lava was 5’3” and extremely slim with B-cup breasts. Her blonde hair was cut in a bob. Zach estimated her weight at no more than 100 pounds dripping wet. He trusted Ayana was monitoring her nutrition, considering her developing fetus.
"Doctor Borislava Hristova, in the flesh!" said Zach.
"Please don't be so formal. We are not doctors here, but merely a man visiting a woman, no? You know I want you to call me Lava."
"Yes, I know."
Lava wore a pink faux-silk bathrobe tied in the front. Pink furry slippers completed the outfit. She was very put together, with makeup inobviously and artfully applied. She wore no scent other than clean from the shower. She must have asked around to find out his preferences. “I’m relaxing in the evening,” she explained in her Bulgarian accent. “Some wine?”
“I don’t want to tempt you,” said Zach. “Water is fine.”
“The bottle will go bad then, ah well. Cannabis wine, then?” she asked, holding up her own glass of green liquid.
“Sounds great,” he said.
She headed for the kitchen to fetch him a glass. "I regard you so highly, Doctor Zachary Carson! I want you to have a perfect evening. And a perfect night, no? May I venture, a perfect morning as well? Will you please have with me?"
"Yes, thank you," said Zach.
"And I will call you not with all the formal Doctor Zachary Carson, but Zap, as you are accustomed, no?"
"That will do fine," said Zach with A grin.
“Lava, is good nickname, no?” said Lava. “I’m hot. Married men such as yourself should perhaps stay away.” She handed him the cannabis wine.
“You’re a heart breaker?” asked Zach.
“Only wives’ hearts, it seems,” she smirked. “But in all seriousness, Zap, I didn’t mean to cause darling Sierra such pain. I had no idea they were not communicating fully or that the dispute between them would be so serious. I understand papers have been filed back on Earth. So sad! I feel for them both! Sierra, I carry Dallas baby like her! Dallas, he was my dear lover this past whole year, but apparently no more. Such terrible things when couples don’t communicate. And for so long! Dallas and I were seeing each other as far back as Earth. Though women rarely discuss such things openly, I never imagined she didn’t already know and approve. Such a thing would never happen in Bulgaria. Now, I have apparently been black balled from the social scene.”
“Well, not from my social scene,” he said.
“Thank you, Zap,” she said, stroking his hair. She gestured to the couch. He sat.
“You’ve heard other rumors about me? About Siri?” asked Lava.
“What rumors?” he asked innocently.
Lava gave him a knowing smile. “Don't be coy. Men have needs. I have needs too. So many men have these needs. So many months to have them. We’re doctors, are we not? We will not turn away suffering peoples.”
“Never,” responded Zach.
She took both glasses of cannabis wine and put them over on the side table. Then she scampered back and sat in his lap. “Would you like to watch a show?”
“Sure,” said Zach affably. He was here to love and care for her, not just for the predictable physical activity.
Siri stood up from his lap, turned to face him, and dropped her robe. Now she was wearing only slippers. Her mound was smooth. Her inner lips peeked out of an otherwise small, tight crack. “You like my show, Zap?”
Zach reached out with one hand and his mouth to suck one entire B-cup breast. At the same time, his middle finger explored her crack and slipped in. She was brimming. “Ahh!” she moaned and staggered. She was so light, he could have held her up with his mouth and finger.
Lava moaned, “Use me as your plaything tonight.” This made some sense to him. Dallas might be an excellent lover. More likely, he was as careless and self-involved in bed as he was elsewhere. Such a man would appeal to a woman who enjoyed being used.
Lava moaned, “I am too evil for you, good Zap. You must punish.”
“Punish?” he asked, continuing to finger her.
“Punish- EEEEE!!” she shrieked as he threw her across his lap and spanked her hard enough to leave a palm print.
“YES!” she responded juicily. He was on the right track. It was then that he noticed her asshole glistened with oil.
He stood up with her in his arms, turned, and threw her onto the couch. He pulled off his scrub top, scrub pants, and boxer briefs.
Seeing his cock for the first time, Lava looked daunted. “Didn’t believe crazy roommate.” Her eyes locked on it.
Zach kicked off his shoes and scrub pants the rest of the way. He lifted Lava by her ass cheeks. Pressing her into the back of the couch, he buried his cock head in her anus.
“NNNGH! YES PUNISH!” she cried.
He forcefully rocked his cock in as firmly as he could without bending. Even his steel-hard erection was threatening to do so in Lava’s writhing vise of a rectum. In ten more hard thrusts, he was buried balls deep. Lava cried out “NNNGH!” with each stroke. She was oily enough, but so tight! The way was slick, but even so, he stalled out again and again.
Once in, the way was slicker. He fucked her in hard long strokes as fast as he could. Lava cried out with each forceful stroke. A couple of minutes was all Zach could muster before getting concerned he was really hurting her.
He stopped, and was about to ask her how she was doing. Before he could, she shuddered and moaned with a full body orgasm. She collapsed like a rag doll into the couch. He held her ass to him and kept his cock buried in her as she writhed and flopped.
He figured he wasn’t hurting her, so he redoubled his efforts. Lava cried out with every thrust. It could be pleasure, but sounded more like pain, or at least sadness. He ignored her noises and focused his mind on cumming deep in her rectum.
As he entered his short strokes, Lava keened plaintively with each stroke. Right near the end, she bawled loudly with each stroke. It was too late to stop and ask why. She shrieked with his final thrust. As he stilled, her whole body convulsed in orgasm. He had her completely wedged and folded up underneath him so her asshole couldn’t eject his cock. His semen jetted successfully and forcefully deep into her rectum. Zach was overcome with both satisfaction and guilt.
As soon as he delivered his final squirt, he slid his half limp cock out of her straining hard anus. Her asshole gaped as she fell like a rag doll from his grasp, then she farted and it closed. He saw that tears had streaked all over her face, ruining her careful makeup job. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Don’t sad,” she said, eyes closed, face wet. “You punish me good, feel better.” She opened her mouth expectantly.
He got the idea and put his nearly limp dick into her mouth. It was dirty from her backside, but not overly so. She had cleaned herself out when preparing. With a smile and a grimace, she set to cleaning his shitty cock with her mouth.
By the time she was done, she was smiling. “Feel so much better!” she said. Then her face fell, and she said a little fearfully. “If you want keep punish, I take.”
“I’d rather not,” said Zach. “I can do this for a woman if she needs it. I’d rather give pleasure.”
Lava smiled. “Yes, You are good man. Thanks for good punish! Feel free. Play however happy now, please. I will cum so much for you. Cum so wet and good. You like this, no?”
“I do,” said Zach. He licked and sucked her entire tiny vulva. She was at a high pitch after her ass fucking. She wanted hard sucking along with hard thrumming licks under the clit. She shrieked and orgasmed explosively. After several minutes, her shrieks began to sound pained, and he stopped.
Lava scampered off the couch. She grabbed her cannabis wine off the side table. She ran up the stairs to her room, leaving the door open. Zach grabbed his wine and followed.
Lava was sitting on the toilet in her bathroom plopping out drabs of his creampie. While she sat there, Zach fed her his cock. Her mouth was very effective.
She wiped. They raced to the bed. He grabbed her, spread her, and rocked into her. He stalled out a couple of inches in. He saw a bottle of lube on her bedside table. He grabbed it and spread it on his cock. Then he spread her and speared her again. This time he didn’t bottom out. She made gut-punching groans as he forced his way into her. He trusted this was the kind of use she enjoyed.
When he got balls deep, he paused to feel her incredible tightness on him. As with the anal sex, she shuddered in powerful orgasm when he did this.
He thrust fast, deep, and hard in her cunt. Once she got over being overwhelmed by his size, she began screeching, rolling orgasms. This was a sound he was familiar with after listening to her under Dallas. These rolling orgasms lasted until he finished. She moaned quietly and shook as he jetted in his semen. He had been quick. She was so snappy, and he was worked up from her bathroom sucking.
He went again. He lasted in her far longer this second time. Her orgasms sounded desperate. He went a third and then a fourth time, the latter lasting a very long time. He was covered in sweat. She barked hoarse, tortured orgasmic cries he hadn’t heard before. After this final ejaculation, he fell to the side. They both drifted off to deep sleep.
Zach was roused awake by the sight and smell of Lava crouching over his face. Once his eyes popped open, she plopped her little cunt down on his half open mouth. He grabbed her hips and licked and sucked her vulva and clitoris. He swallowed his own cum and her juices as they ran into his mouth. She whimpered and rode his face hard, orgasming explosively. He spread her under him and fucked her again, twice. She shrieked hoarse pained cries of orgasm throughout.
Sometimes during the night, he awakened hard against her and took her. Sometimes, she squatted on his face and woke him. This happened countless times that blended into one giant orgiastic marathon.
Dawn came with another whiff of her cum-basted cunt in his face. She rode him this time, eyes squeezing shut periodically as she orgasmed. Her hips never faltered, though. Perhaps she’d been punished for that in a past life. When he seized her and shot his first batch of the morning up into her, she shuddered and moaned. He rolled her over underneath him and took her again.
His phone alarm rang at 7 AM. He shut it off and left Lava to slumber. They had done it so intensely overnight, he felt like death warmed over. Those were the breaks. He showered, put on his fresh clothes from his overnight bag, and left for daycare.
That evening, Friday the 20th, Zach forcefully fucked a delighted, orgasming Colleen in the ass throughout dinner. Naz shared the happy news that she’d tested positive and was pregnant. She’d known since the previous day. Given the catfight between Anming and Khushi that evening, she’d kept it to herself. Joy and celebration followed. There was an impromptu cake, even as Zach continued his relentless pillaging of Colleen’s asshole.
As Zach continued pounding Colleen’s orgasming ass, she cried out, “Naz, honey, he’s getting close. Would you like him to put his cream into your ass instead?”
Naz squirmed, “I’m sorry, no. I have no experience.”
“Then we should wait,” said Colleen.
Later that evening, he rang the bell for a second night at Siri and Lava’s place. Lava answered, saying Siri would be home in an hour. Lava was happy, and asked to be his plaything, but didn’t mention punishment. Zach licked her and remarked that she’d prepared her asshole. She offered it if he wanted it. He declined. He took her twice in missionary position on the couch. They’d both had a hard last night and day. They fell asleep.
He woke up when Siri got home and tapped him on the shoulder. Lava had rested peacefully under him as he’d slept on her. Siri pulled him by the hand into her bedroom, shut the door, lay on her back, and spread her legs. He took Siri twice that way.
Zach awakened when Lava knocked on the door sometime later. She climbed into bed with them. Lava rode his face while Siri rode his cock. Before he could ejaculate into Siri, they switched. After he recovered from the switch, he ejaculated gratefully into Lava. This reminded him of evenings with the Breeding Bitches. They all fell asleep.
Zach woke up more often than he had for only Siri. It made sense, since there were two fragrant cunts in the bed. Each time he awakened, he fucked them both. He had to. Siri’s shrieks would wake up and turn on Lava. This continued until he had to leave for daycare in the morning.
Ayana was able to persuade Sierra to wait a week before aborting her fetus. She didn’t want Sierra to do anything she’d ultimately regret. By Cancer 25, it had been a week since the disturbing news at the pregnancy party. Back on Earth, Sierra’s divorce from Dallas was already final. She wanted to cut all ties and start a new life, romantic and otherwise. Ayana gave her the pills. Immediately, Sierra had an especially heavy period. At the end of it, she didn’t test positive for pregnancy anymore.
Of the new wives, Adah was able to suffer through anal sex, but it didn’t do anything for her. Even smaller dildos or vibrators back there didn’t move her. She had a saucy, tight rectum, though. Normally, he wanted to do something she responded well to. Sometimes it was good to have the future option.
Anal sex revved up Martha. She could even cum if she vibed her clitoris while he was enjoying her asshole. They found it good as a couple to slow down like this. She could talk during and tease him rather than being a screaming orgasming wreck like vaginal sex. It would be a regular, close, romantic part of their lovemaking.
Naz turned out to be a screaming, deeply orgasming anal slut. Her first few bashful guilt-ridden anal poundings, he forced multiple howling orgasms from her. Those times were indelible memories. It was a pleasure he wanted to return to often. The next step for her would be to take her anally over the dinner table. He wanted to share her embarrassed anal sluttiness with all the wives to inspire them.
The evening of Leo 17th came around, and the Leo Pregnancy Party. This time, there were protests from Anming, Khushi, and others regarding the naked peeing. Some of the men had made rude private remarks. This, in turn, incensed Agatha, Colleen, and a number of others. Alexis came to this decision. “People, this behavior is intolerable. If I get two or more negative reports about any of you misusing this information, you’ll be uninvited from these meetings.” This decision seemed to quell the angry protest.
Another protest arose regarding the paternity testing. People argued that the very public disclosure of Lava’s baby daddy had caused a regrettable firestorm last time. Alexis was argued down to showing the women the results. If they wanted to share them, fine. If they didn’t, fine. This seemed to quell that problem.
Zach, as usual, got a nasty thrill from watching the peeing. Watching his wives, friends, and coworkers bare their pussies, squat, and pee for everyone never got old.
There were only two new pregnancies at the meeting. Naz was happy to announce that Zach was the father of her developing child. Agatha Reddy, the NASA Mars Colony Two Commander, happily announced that her boyfriend Kayaan was the father of hers.
A few days after the pregnancy party, Zach got a call from Agatha Reddy. “Colleen suggested I call you,” she said. Agatha was one of the young teenies at 5’2” and age 27. She was of the stern brunette variety. Her generous D knockers added to her je ne sais quoi. What curves!
“What can I do for you?”
“Well, you see...” she said. She was beating around the bush for some reason. Ahh, bush, or in Agatha’s case, a smooth lack thereof. As she spoke, he felt a perverse thrill remembering her smooth mons and tiny thirsty looking cunt. He remembered pee forcing its way from between her small, sightly parted labia minora. Alexis had corrupted him, making all his female coworkers bare their pussies to him repeatedly and pee. How was he not supposed to think about their wet open cunts after that?
“...so you see, that’s why I’d like us to have an in-person private interaction.”
Zach tried to back up his mind and catch the larger context of her remark, but failed. “For the purpose of?”
“Getting to know each other better. I don’t know if you recall, but I was one of the people at the party when you were intimate with Colleen. Ever since then, I’ve been intrigued by you, but I had a prior commitment. I’m talking about discovering whether we might have a shared interest in… well… having sexual interactions, romantic or simply sportive.”
“I thought you were monogamous with Kayaan.”
“As I just explained, everything is fine between Kayaan and myself, Zach,” said Agatha. “Like I said, we’ll still be friends and co-parents together. But he’s served his genetic purpose, so to speak. I want to live a little these next few months, before I have a baby to care for.”
“How is he feeling about that?”
“He’s seeing Noa for counseling. This is my life and my decision, Zach. I never promised him to be his for life. We agreed to be a couple until he knocked me up, and then we’d see. We both fulfilled on that agreement. Now I don’t want the monogamy anymore, or to live with him, for that matter. He’s being clingy. It isn’t warranted.”
“It’s just a bit surprising. You two seemed happy together.”
“We were happy together, Zach. It’s not an easy decision for me, but it’s the right one. Kayaan wants a monogamous relationship in the long term, and I don’t. I’ve been clear with him about this all along. I’m an honest person. I shouldn’t be punished or shamed for being honest. This conversation is putting me in a bad mood.”
“I’m sorry if I gave that impression.”
“Goodbye.” Agatha closed the connection.
Zach texted her, “I am a nitwit.”
Agatha responded with a smiley face.
They left it at that.
(To be continued)
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98: Saturday, Leo 21, 232. 1900 hours OST: Stacy
Saturday Leo 21 was Adah’s night to serve at the table. The young pregnant astrophysicist was doing an able job in her own imaginative way. She wasn’t all that sexually excited, though Zach’s excitement always made her excited. It was something about her asshole. Something biological, she figured, since her colleague Naz relished the same treatment. She could hear Naz screaming all night long from his attentions to her butt hole.
Vaginal sex at the dining table embarrassed Adah. She often slobbered. Her orgasm noises sounded to her like the braying of a donkey. They were nearly constant with Zach pounding away as he often did. It was so undignified. Her copious orgasms would often encourage Zach to go again, or even a third time. She didn’t want to be a slobbering braying donkey. Thus she had cleaned, lubricated, and offered him her asshole. So far it was going well for her. Zach was enjoying her asshole immensely. She was enjoying both the dinner table conversation and Zach's excitement.
“Ugh! Oh God!” Zach cried, thrusting excitedly. He went out of his mind in Adah’s tight asshole. It was a rare treat for her to ask for it, which made it all the more special to him.
“So, Becky, what’s your great news?” asked Adah brightly, bracing hard against the table. She gritted her teeth as Zach gave in to his excitement, thrusting harder and faster.
“I tested positive this morning!” Becky announced. Everybody knew it was for pregnancy.
The wives expressed joy, but on the brink of orgasm, Zach couldn’t stop himself. The table watched as his loins shook, and with an “EEEEEAAAH!!” he unloaded in Adah’s straining asshole. Adah’s expression turned lewd as his hot spunk pumped into her derriere. This part very much sexually excited her.
By the time the applause died down, Zach had recovered enough to form words. “I’m so happy we’re having another child together, Becky.”
“Thank you, muscle buns,” said Becky, “and thank you, Adah. It’s good to have you in the conversation for a change. Thanks for making it special for Zach and driving him wild. It’s entertaining to watch him lose his shit like this.”
Colleen snickered, “You mean watch him get his special shit.” The wives laughed, and Adah chuckled with them, reassured.
When Zach returned from washing up in the bathroom, he found there was cake. Anming, ever thoughtful, had one standing by. She only had to write, “Happy Conception Becky!” on it. She had the icing for that handy, too.
After dinner, Khushi brought a movie for them all to watch. Anming and Colleen skipped the movie and went out after tidying the kitchen.
Saturday was Martha’s night. She was cuddled close on his right while new mom-to-be Becky was cuddled on his left. Adah climbed onto Zach’s shoulders and had her popcorn bowl balanced on his head. Khushi sat to Martha’s right. Naz sat to Becky’s left. They were all cuddled together, discussing Adah’s unique approach to Trigonometry’s dining table ritual.
“Yes, seeing how Zach loves it was inspiring,” said Becky. “I’ll do it at the table tomorrow, okay? I’ve never done it in front of the wives like that. My legs feel wobbly thinking about it.”
“Sounds like you enjoy the rear end,” said Adah.
“When Zach does it,” said Becky.
“So it’s different,” Adah pointed out.
Martha said, “I like how close we feel when he takes me that way. When we go upstairs, Zach, can we start with that?”
He said, “Surely.”
Naz moaned, “He’s such a nasty husband to have. He makes me want things I never dreamed.”
Khushi smiled. “Ayana trained me back there. Before I had Ayana’s blessing for Zach, I would give my backside to him so that she wouldn’t taste his semen in my yoni. Hah! Those were my bad old days.”
The movie ended. Colleen came back as they were tidying. Anming was still out. Khushi left to return home. Everyone else headed up to bed.
Since their fight a month ago, Anming and Khushi had made up reasonably well with Colleen as mediator. Zach didn’t know the reason for their former simmering animosity. Nobody disclosed it to him, and he didn’t need to know. He tried to put it out of his mind.
He knew it wouldn’t be a professional fight. It had to be over a man, or perhaps a woman. Perhaps Anming thought it wrong for Khushi to be Zach’s wife yet living and raising kids with Ayana. Anming tended to be an angry promoter of certain familial rights Zach didn’t need or want. As for Khushi’s specific beef, he had no idea.
Colleen asked the three to spend more quality one-on-one time together outside the bedroom. Anming and Zach took long romantic walks through the domes together, kissing.
For Khushi, Zach met her at the end of her clean room workday. They talked while she ate a snack. He often joined her in the shower. More often than not, he got excited and had to have her there. Even after years and two babies together, she was happy that he couldn’t resist her naked charms.
At Alexis’s fourth town pregnancy party on Simha the 17th, there was only one new positive pregnancy test, Becky’s. She announced it was Zach’s child. Although it was no surprise, Ayana noted with alarm the growing number of babies fathered by Zach. Alexis interrupted her, and expressed in glowing terms the glory of getting fucked and creampied by Zach. Naz felt compelled to stand up and say a few words in support of Zach. She didn’t say much, but the look on her face said it all.
Zach couldn’t believe how much the sight of some of the “forbidden” cunts at the pregnancy party excited him reliably each month. The breathtakingly beautiful Stacy and Sierra baring their cunts! The lesbians, Tara, Pam and Ayana. The reluctant ones, like Minna. Sometimes he liked to think of them during sex with a wife. When he was close to orgasm, he would think of one of these new women beginning to piss and ejaculate that much harder.
That evening back at Trigonometry, it was Martha’s turn at the table and Colleen overnight. At bedtime, Zach and Colleen visualized and did pleasant work toward creating their third child together. After her cunt was thoroughly creamed, Zach didn’t neglect her asshole. He knew how much she loved it.
Colleen’s positive pregnancy news came soon after. She announced it at dinner on Sunday, Simha 22nd. Anming had a cake at the ready. That evening, Becky deferred to Colleen, who had her asshole prepared for the occasion. Naz squirmed at the table witnessing Colleen’s anal pleasure. Luckily, it was Naz’s night, and she had also thoroughly prepared her own asshole. After dinner, Naz persuaded Zach to skip movie night. The other wives heard Naz’s deep shrieks and moans from the anal sex she loved. The sounds started up again and again, far into the night. Colleen, restless, went out.
The next day, Monday, it was to be Anming over the table and Khushi overnight. Anming had profound orgasms at dinner and cried. She asked Khushi to have Zach overnight, and Khushi agreed readily. Zach knew Khushi was quite sated these days. He was having her daily in the clean room shower. Zach also took it as a sign the two wives were getting along better.
Anming’s request was unprecedented. Despite her obvious lustiness, she normally stuck to the position that sex was a dirty chore. Such a departure for her was wild. She was even wilder when they reached the bedroom. Zach had never had a night of sex like that with Anming. It was desperate. It was close. It was emotional. Afterwards, he feared what might have prompted it.
His pleasant days in daycare and wild abandoned nights of sex with Anming continued weekly. He no longer stole Fridays for Siri and Lava. Instead, he stole Mondays from Khushi to see Siri and Lava. Khushi was happy to oblige, considering his present obsession with interrupting her clean room showers.
At the Virgo 17 pregnancy party, the only new positive test was Colleen’s. Along with the always entertaining baring of pussies and peeing, Alexis made all manner of jokes. Some jokes were about how Trigonometry grew out their pussy hair for Zach. Many jokes concerned Zach possibly being the only fertile man in the colony.
At the Kanya 17 pregnancy party, there was no news at all. Alexis was alarmed. Wasn’t anyone having sex? To get to the bottom of this, she interviewed the women one by one.
Aanya the germ biologist was nursing her second child. She would not be fertile for many months to come. Though she’d once been part of Trigonometry, he’d hardly seen her lately. She’d stopped asking him for mock-rapes. Whatever his therapist Noa was doing with Aanya must be working.
Adah was joyously pregnant with her first child, Zach’s child. She was so tiny and thin, she was already showing. Zach knew her to be lusty even pregnant as she was. However, their Wednesdays and Saturday dinner times together seemed to be plenty of sex for her.
Agatha, the young busty tiny brunette who had commanded Mars Colony Mission Two, reminded all of her status. She was happily pregnant with Kayaan’s child. The rejected Kayaan looked at her longingly from across the room. She was sitting arm in arm with Homer Jamal, the lithe fit black geologist. Even so, she had been idly flirting with Zach via text messages and revealing photos. Lately, her fantasies had drifted towards Zach making love to her while Homer watched them.
Mayor Alexis, head of Gemicorp Mining, was nursing her second child. Zach hadn’t had sex with Alexis for some time. While he was at the Breeding Bitches Saloon doing childcare, Alexis was at the mining offices down the road. By the time she returned to her saloon in the evening, Zach had gone home. He missed her smooth-shaved and incredibly agile cunt. If he visited her at any time of the night or day, he was sure she would have him. He just had to get around to it.
Anming, Zach’s Nobel Laureate physicist wife, was also nursing. They'd recently been having extremely torrid Friday nights together. It reminded him of how free she’d been when she had first returned from living with Aiden. Zach was both pleased and worried. Perhaps her behavior was linked to her recent breakup with Aiden.
Ayana, Zach’s medical doctor colleague, was fertile and very lesbian. She reported trying with her chosen sperm donor Lyuben for a month and a half with no result. Zach’s access to Ayana’s sweet cunt was nonexistent unless she chose him again as a sperm donor. That was unlikely. Or, he might gain access if he urged Anming into another threesome. That would be unethical.
Zach’s wife Becky, Gemicorp’s chief attorney, was pregnant with Zach’s child. One dinner and one night of sex a week was being plenty for her.
Charisse, the brilliant botanist, was fertile and had been trying with various men for a month. When Zach found this out, he wanted her. He would never stop being lusty for his nature girl. He knew she would readily spread for him atop her beloved dirt pile. He just had to make it over to the agriculture dome.
Colette, the ace mineral prospector and sexual slave, was nursing. Zach knew he could have her anytime he wanted just by asking her master, Alexis. He felt uncomfortable giving Colette everything she wanted and needed, which was sometimes pain. It was best for him to stay away.
Zach’s wife Colleen, leader of the entire Mars colony mission, was newly pregnant with his child. Their weekly night together was better than ever. It was all the sex she wanted, at least from him.
Irma, the young black doctor, was on birth control. She wanted children, just not right away. Since Zach had gotten together with Siri and Lava, he'd received racier photos and texts from her. Clearly, he had a chance with her. Noa had urged him to make a closer acquaintance. He really should.
Zach’s wife Khushi, the colony’s semiconductor process engineer, got her period last month and was trying with Zach. They didn't mention it to the crowd, but she was getting daily attention in the clean room shower.
Lava, a medical doctor, was pregnant with Dallas’s child. Zach knew she was receiving attention from many men. Even so, he saw her most Monday nights.
Michaela, the Breeding Bitches resident physicist, reported trying unsuccessfully. She had been with various men regularly since the month of Mithuna, including Zach. She wasn’t picky. Anyone she could grab into a secluded spot with and get into her would do. And everybody got hard for the petite redhead, Zach knew. She wasn’t unhappy that she had more trouble getting pregnant than most. Zach’s opportunities with Michaela had been few. His wives and other liaisons kept him busy elsewhere than between her legs.
Zach’s wife Martha, the young botanist and still his number one fan girl, was pregnant with his child. She was content with their weekly lovemaking.
Minna, an independent geologist, was on birth control for the foreseeable future. She reiterated she was not part of the baby-making portion of the mission. She admitted that if the right man came along, she might start a family one day. Zach would do her in a second, but they hadn’t flirted or even talked much yet.
Zach’s physicist wife Naz was pregnant with his child. One thorough night of sex a week was a fine frequency for her.
Noa, the therapist and self-proclaimed colony whore, was on birth control. She believed she had to stand apart from the community. She wanted to avoid any appearance of favoritism or conflict of interest. She had a weekly therapy session with Zach. It was often followed by a lovemaking session of great mutual satisfaction.
Pam was was a geologist and Tara’s lover. She was interested in bearing a child. It was in the planning stages, she said. Zach held out the hope he’d be the choice, though realistically, it was unlikely. As a practical rather than lusty decision, he’d be at the bottom of the list.
Sandra, the medical doctor, was happily pregnant with Kiaan’s baby. To Zach she had been mostly a colleague. Since getting together with Lava and Siri, sexy back channel interactions had picked up with nearly all his colleagues. Ayana was the only exception. From Sandra, he’d gotten half a dozen recent racy texts and nude pictures. Her body length nudes were instant erection material. She was deliciously pretty and fit in a curvy rather than sculpted way. Zach didn’t care a bit that she was older. However, she had that melancholic tendency to see the darker side of everything. That was a turn-off.
Sanya, one of the Mission Two engineers, was pregnant with Joel’s baby. She was a mystery to Zach. He’d rarely spoken with her. The closest he’d gotten to the short stocky brunette was watching her piss once a month. She was stocky and extremely short, a very nice body, he’d guess. Her shaved crack and protruding lips left him eager to explore her body and see her pleasure.
Savannah, a beautiful geologist, was pregnant with Aiden’s baby. This was a big reason why Anming had broken up with Aiden. Zach had rarely spoken with her, though she seemed affable. Now that Anming was pissed with her, he didn’t expect she’d make the Trigonometry dinner invitation list.
Sierra, the stunningly beautiful former commander of the mining flight, was on birth control. She was still smarting after Dallas cheated on her, the divorce, and the abortion. She had no immediate plans to get pregnant. Zach hoped she was staying busy. He hardly ever saw her around the colony.
Siri, the medical doctor, was on birth control. She announced she didn’t plan to have a child with her husband Lyndon. Everybody knew they had effectively split up without her having to say it. Zach saw her along with Lava most Monday nights.
Stacy, the botanist, announced she was coming off birth control. She was interested in having a child. It was in the planning stages. She and Zach had been cordial in the past. Perhaps he could figure into her plans? But no, as a biologist, she would probably take the diversity route, not him.
Tara the engineer wanted children, but would wait until her partner Pam was pregnant to consider the matter further. She had been friendly with Zach in their few interactions. It was clear to him she wasn’t attracted to men even a little bit.
Now the lack of new positive tests made sense to Alexis and the group. Only four women were trying to get pregnant. With a twenty-five percent chance of conception each month, the result wasn’t anomalous. With that, the meeting ended.
Ten days later, on Kanya the 27th, Anming dropped a bomb at the breakfast table. Zach was particularly horny that morning after a wild night with Becky. He asked Anming to bend over the breakfast table for him since it was her day to take him.
She refused, saying, “I received my courses yesterday, my husband. You have so many new babies coming, some due to my own influence. It is up to me to set matters straight and leave your bed for a time once again. I promise to return once pregnant, if you wish it. Regrettably, by then I will be soiled irredeemably by the privates of other men. I will understand if you never wish me to return.”
“Anming, please,” Zach begged.
But she was adamant. “I must do this. I realize this ungrateful slut has ruined everything. Goodbye, my husband. I hope with all my heart it is only a short time.” With that, Anming turned and left.
Zach sat down heavily, shell shocked. Martha grabbed him and held him. She said to the other wives, “I’ll take over for today. They don’t need me in the Agriculture Dome. I can go to daycare. Let’s go, Zach.”
By lunch, Zach was in a slightly better mood. This had happened before. He should have seen it coming. He knew it wasn’t because Anming didn’t love him. And caring for children, no matter how trying, was one of his favorite activities.
He and Martha were relieved for lunch together. She suggested, “Let’s take our sandwiches and walk, Zach. There’s something I want to show you.”
As they walked into the Agriculture Dome, Martha continued. “There’s a plan I’ve been working on for a while. But now, it especially works. I’d prefer it if all four of us told you about it.”
Martha rounded a corner, Zach in tow, to find Charisse, Aanya, and Stacy working. They all set down their tools and plants. They rushed over to hug him tightly. “We heard about Anming,” Charisse said. “Oh, our poor Zachary.”
Stacy had reached him first and had pressed her delicate face firmly into his midriff. Her crotch straddled his right leg as she hugged him tightly. Though he loved all their hugs, about eighty percent of his attention was on Stacy. She was effectively humping his leg. It felt wonderful! He felt her perfect body pressing tightly, grinding against him. It made his body sing.
“When you’re ready to talk, let us know,” said Charisse.
“I’m fine talking like this,” Zach said joyfully.
“That’s wonderful!” Charisse said. “Martha, this was your idea. Explain.”
“I can’t,” Martha said. “What if he doesn’t like it?”
“Go ahead,” prompted Charisse. “I promise he’ll like it.”
Martha cleared her throat and explained. “Zach, the four of us have decided to become a quartet called the Garden Girls. This quartet is for the purposes of procreation and fun, or pollination and sunlight, as Charisse likes to say. Before you get worried, our previous affiliations stand. I’m still your wife. Charisse is still pledged to the Breeding Bitches. Aanya will stay with Ethan.”
“Sounds interesting,” Zach praised. “A combination work group and leisure group, I gather?”
“Get to the important part!” Charisse prompted.
Martha looked tongue-tied.
“Okay, I will,” said Charisse. “We want you to be our first Pollinator, Zach.”
Zach was momentarily stunned by Stacy increasing the pressure of her full body hug. She ground her crotch against his leg. He felt faint, but managed to ask, “What are the duties of a Garden Girls Pollinator?”
“Silly man,” said Charisse. “To knock up the Garden Girls until we’re fully knocked up, with child that is.”
“I still want Ethan,” clarified Aanya. “But I want rapes as well. If a rape results in pregnancy, well, accidents happen! When I stop nursing, I want to risk your splooge once or twice.”
“Mock-rapes, my tender flower,” Charisse corrected.
“They know,” Aanya said. “He knows. Maybe more than once or twice. It feels like a delicious idea for you to tie my legs apart and fill my fertile womb with your potent semen.”
“And you know I’ve been trying, Zach,” said Charisse. “I want to go exclusive with you. But that means I’ll need daily pollinations. I know it’s a lot to ask.”
Stacy looked up into his eyes. “Me, as well. I am off birth control. I had my first period. I have been missing a man between my legs for two weeks! I go crazy, Zach.” Up until today she’d barely said a word to him. Her Russian accent was cute. She ground her crotch against him.
“Anything,” he said to Stacy, spellbound, “anything you need, I’ll provide.” His gaze included all of them. “Yes. Whatever you need. I’ll be your Pollinator.”
“Kiss me,” Stacy whimpered.
Zach leaned over and kissed Stacy. Flowers exploded in his head.
Martha said, “Zach. Zach? Listen, Zach. Here’s the plan. I’ll go back to daycare and cover for you. I’ll call Anming to help me. She was supposed to be on daycare duty today. Aanya will hold down the Agriculture Dome. She doesn’t need a mock-rape today, but you should start planning one to have ready. You accompany Stacy and Charisse to Stacy’s place, okay? She lives alone since I moved out to join Trigonometry. You three shouldn’t be disturbed there. They both need your lovemaking as soon as possible. I’ll make excuses for you this evening at Trigonometry.”
Zach walked Stacy and Charisse to Stacy’s apartment. As they walked, the women made plans. They would have Zach take Stacy straight up to her bedroom. Charisse would stay downstairs for a few minutes to prepare snacks and water. Charisse wanted to honor Stacy’s first time with Zach. Until they wanted their first break, Charisse would shut herself into the closet. She would watch them through the slats and masturbate with her vibrator. She liked to watch.
When they got to the threshold of Stacy’s apartment, Zach threw open the door. Before Stacy could walk in, he lifted her in his arms.
Stacy reacted, “Whoop! Oh, I get it, like bride. But since my place, and I am OG, shouldn’t I be carrying you?” Her bright saucy face framed in red curls regarded him. She was so beautiful here, close as breathing, it made his knees weak.
From behind them, Charisse said, “Remember, little flower! Optimism! Praise! But above all, let the romance in.”
Zach headed to the stairs. “You’re in the master suite?”
“Always,” said Stacy.
Zach opened the door to her sparsely furnished bedroom. There was a big firm bed. He laid Stacy down gently on it.
“Bed is new for you, Zachary,” she said, throwing her shirt across the room. Her perfect size D breasts flew out with major erotic force. This was really happening!
Zach was breathless at the sight of her frantic undressing. He picked up on her urgent mood, but not knowing how far to press it. He removed his scrub top and got on the bed.
Stacy’s stretch pants, panties, and flats joined her shirt in a pile near the door. She grabbed the waist of his scrub pants and pulled firmly downward. They wrestled off Zach’s last vestiges of clothing together.
Stacy grunted when she saw Zach’s rampant cock. She didn’t look daunted in the least. She latched onto it with one hand. She wanted to suck it.
“First things first,” said Zach, and dragged her vulva excitedly to his tongue and lips. She tasted of hard work, and that girl tanginess, and vitamins.
Stacy’s reaction was, “Is- Aaaa! Nnnn! DA!” There followed a string of Russian translating roughly as, “Eat my cunt, fluffy bunny!” She was inarticulate, her commentary ranging from whimpers to bird cries. She didn’t know Zach understood a bit of Russian.
Stacy was responsive to oral, orgasming a good dozen times. Breathlessly, she shouted in Russian, “Plug my starving cunt now, you fucking moron cunt muncher! Babies don’t come from your tongue!”
Zach came up for air and rocked into her. He had her tight under him in missionary. Her legs were way out, since she was flexible. He had an iron grip on each of her entire ass cheeks. He pointed her pelvis to receive him most deeply and satisfyingly. She was juicy and slick.
“Fuck me, oh OH FUCK! You perfect bunny! Big fucking- oh my god shit!!” she cried in Russian, still not suspecting that he understood her. Instead, he was getting points for being a good lover. He’d take it. Her cunt writhed, squeezed, and sucked him as he thrust. She became quite inarticulate. Her responses ranged from constant bird cries to full-throated howls when a good one got hold of her. He pounded relentlessly with all his weight and power. This seemed to be her only preferred speed for now. He yanked and slammed her hips up into him with his hands gripping her ass.
As he entered his short strokes, Stacy let out a keening wail, knowing what was coming.
“RAAAAHHH!!” Zach roared as he thrust, reached, and arched his hips into her like a madman. Satisfaction filled him as he launched jet after jet of semen deep into her. She bawled as her hips flailed futilely, trapped under his body, held by his hands.
As soon as Zach came to his senses, he rolled off Stacy. His cock slid out with a “Splurp!” He was worried he’d hurt her, their sex had been so rough and raw.
She indeed looked wrecked. He stopped worrying when she smiled and muttered feebly in Russian. “Those girls didn’t lie. I’ve never ever been fucked like that before.”
“Happy to please,” said Zach in bad Russian.
“You understand?!” she wailed in English, covering her face in embarrassment. She lay back. “Don’t get big head.”
She continued, “But actual, is true from my heart. I know I don’t know how to handle such men as you, Zachary. You are sweet like fluffy bunny. Where I come, bunny for eat. Before Houston, men either terrified, useless, or brutal. No – hah – connection. No is like communication. No friendship. Is terrified fuck or brutal fuck. All is fuck.
“Then, during training, there came my airman. And came and came, hah, hah! The way you hold me reminds me much of him. He was sweet like fluffy bunny, too. Learned of American way. Is hard and messy to feel things for men. I cried to leave my airman after launch. Yet, I would rather feel something than be dead inside as before. Now I feel something again.”
“Thank you,” said Zach. “This was important for me, too. I’m in awe of you.” He noticed there were snacks and water on the bedside table. “Charisse is here?” he whispered.
“Da, hear ‘zzzt’?”
Sure enough, there was the muffled sound of a vibe from the closet.
“Come join us, Charisse. Don’t hide in there,” said Zach.
All smiles, Charisse emerged from the closet nude and crawled onto the bed. “You speak Russian, Zach?” she asked.
“Badly,” Zach assured her. “I understand only the dirty words. Thus, I have no problem understanding Stacy.”
Stacy punched him gently on the arm for his rudeness. This hurt momentarily until Charisse slurped his cock into her mouth.
As the evening progressed, the two women tag-teamed him mercilessly. Charisse knew his limits well from their Breeding Bitches sessions. They had him awake and erect all night. They would ride him, one on his face and one on his cock. When he wanted more leverage, he would take one while the other rested. Both women were insatiable. This went on and on.
By the morning, the three were on intensely intimate terms. Zach invited Stacy to stop her lonely living arrangements and join Trigonometry. She accepted. He invited Charisse to live with Trigonometry. She declined, saying the Breeding Bitches were now her children’s home.
The next evening at dinner, Stacy’s acceptance into Trigonometry was made official. Since it was Saturday, Adah had dinner duty. She offered her asshole so she could focus on this important decision.
After the movie, Martha, whose night it was, invited Stacy to join them in Zach’s bed. Stacy accepted. In this more intimate context, he could tell that Martha was both romantically and sexually attracted to Stacy. Sadly, it was clear Stacy remained oblivious. When Martha’s kisses went from friendly to passionate, Stacy backed off, laughed, and joked nervously about it.
In Zach’s modified schedule, Stacy took Anming’s place on daily and dinner duties. He had the previous day’s wife once or twice in the early morning. He had the current day’s wife bent over the breakfast table. He spent his lunchtime in the Agriculture Dome with one or more of the Garden Girls. He would have Khushi after work in the clean room shower. This was so much for Khushi, Stacy would often take her place on Mondays and at dinner Thursday evenings. At dinner, there was the assigned rotation. After dinner, they all would often watch a show or movie together. He would almost always fondle one or more wives during this. If anyone got worked up, he would have her right there on the couch during the movie. Then it was time for bed. Stacy was insatiable. She had him in Anming’s slot on Friday as well as overnight on Monday, replacing Khushi.
This new schedule meant that on Mondays, Zach would have Stacy over the breakfast table. They would work together in childcare. On their lunch break, they would visit Charisse and the other Garden Girls. During this long lunch, Stacy would invariably catch another load in her pussy. After work, Zach would take a break to pounce on Khushi in the clean room shower. Then it was back to Stacy taking multiple loads over the dinner table. She would be worked up after dinner. He would generally have her again on the couch during the movie. Then they would spend an often wakeful night of sex together.
It seemed to resolve something for Martha when Stacy showed no bedroom interest in her. Martha’s dream of Zach had largely come to fruition, but her dream of Stacy had been dashed. The two women remained the best of friends.
Zach was back to satisfying Charisse’s urgent daily needs. Naturally, he found himself accepting Charisse’s invitation to private Breeding Bitches events. One evening, he accepted Charisse’s invitation to watch a movie with them. Knowing them, he expected a new porno flick from Earth, perhaps.
Before the video began, the Breeding Bitches prepared. Alexis removed her faux-leather skirt and lubed up her giant vibrating dildo. She passed the bottle of lube around. Charisse and Michaela accepted some for their much more modest vibrators. Siri had been invited, and brought her vibrator. Like the others, she got naked from the waist down. Jason was the only man invited other than Zach. Colette was looking forward to being a convenient piss and cum dump for all during the film.
The video started. It was a homemade video Alexis had made.
It was a video of Aanya baring her little coppery cunt at the Kanya 17 pregnancy party. It showed her lowering her head to break eye contact with the crowd fixated on her. After another moment to overcome her shyness, she pissed into the potty.
This cut to Alexis and Aanya in an upstairs room at the Breeding Bitches Saloon. Alexis blindfolded Aanya and bound her wrists tightly behind her back. She pushed Aanya roughly onto a bed. As a blindfolded Aanya struggled and squirmed, Alexis lubed up an internal vibrator. She pounced on Aanya, pinned her legs apart, and teased her clitoris maddeningly with it. As Aanya helplessly squirmed in orgasm, Alexis inserted it firmly into her vagina. This must be what Noa had arranged to help offload Aanya’s rape fantasies from Zach.
The scene faded to later. Aanya was quite aroused, writhing on the bed. Alexis removed the internal vibrator then quietly admitted Lee, the stocky geologist, into the room. She accepted some cash from Lee.
Lee fell on Aanya and jammed his penis into her slick vagina. He fucked her missionary style without regard to her bound arms. Aanya gritted her teeth, barked in pain and pleasure, and orgasmed. A couple of minutes later, Lee’s movements stopped. He was finished. He dressed quickly and left. Alexis took a closeup of Lee’s modest but evident creampie brimming in Aanya’s cunt.
More men followed in quick succession. The pace moved quickly. None of them lasted long. All were erect and ready to go when they entered the room and handed over their cash. Aarav creampied her, then Tibs, then Lou, who took his time. Aanya was screaming out multiple orgasms as Lou finished.
Zach had to agree, this was great stuff. Michaela rode Zach as they watched the video of Aanya’s gangbang together. Jason was taking Charisse from behind. Alexis was masturbating. Colette, at Alexis’s order, was giving cunnilingus to Siri.
After Lou’s creampie in Aanya was investigated, the scene faded, and another began. Zach’s own thin little wife Adah bared her yoni to the pregnancy party crowd. She hid her face with one hand as she pissed.
In the next scene, Adah entered a bedroom upstairs at the saloon with Aiden in tow. She looked happy and stoned. She was wearing clothes she hadn’t made that long ago. This must have happened since she’d gotten pregnant. Well, it was an open marriage. And a good thing, too. Michaela’s tight orgasming twat felt delicious on his cock.
This was hot stuff. A stoned Adah bared her little coppery body, shyly undressing in the corner. The extent of her now bushy muff confirmed his suspicion that this was recent. Aiden undressed and gave her tiny cunt a little oral. She returned the favor, sucking his cock as best she could. Then they proceeded to do it missionary style on the bed. After a few minutes, Adah clearly became excited and wrapped her legs around Aiden. He was a big man like Zach. Her familiar orgasmic cries started up. It was clear Aiden was doing the job for tiny Adah.
Seeing a wife of his do it with another guy always flipped Zach’s switch. He came as quietly as he could manage in Michaela’s pussy during this scene. Michaela waved Colette over to clean up his creampie. Colette tongued out the creampie overflow in Michaela then licked his cock clean. Zach needed to pee. He pissed into Colette’s mouth. She let it fall from there into a bucket. By the time he was done, the scene between Adah and Aiden had ended.
In the next scene, Siri was only a little modest peeing into the potty. She looked down to spread herself and aim into the cup. For the rest of her stream, she looked around the crowd of men with a mischievous grin.
“Hey! I didn’t think I’d be watching myself!” Siri complained.
Cut to her leading Joel into an upstairs Breeding Bitches bedroom. The tall, dark, and handsome geologist and the petite blonde doctor seemed familiar. She dropped to her knees and sucked him. He pulled her up onto the bed. Up went her dress. Off came her panties. She was more than ready. He thrust and ejaculated into her within a few minutes. They kissed, a light peck only. He zipped up and left.
Siri remained spread and dribbling Joel’s cum onto the bedspread. Then, something happened that Zach hadn’t expected. Siri’s husband Lyndon entered the room, agitated. Lyndon was a stunningly handsome black man with a British accent. They traded jabs about cheating on each other, his angrier, hers more satirical.
Zach couldn’t figure out how Siri could remain all spread toward him during an argument like that. Then he saw Siri shut the argument down by wagging her legs at Lyndon. Her husband stopped shouting, drew out his sizable cock, and rubbed it erect.
Lyndon thrust into Siri, churning out Joel’s offering onto the bedspread. Lyndon was very excited. Siri had massive orgasms under him. Within a few minutes, Lyndon stopped and unloaded a huge batch into Siri. After a few mild insults passed between them, Lyndon zipped up and left. Siri stayed there spread with Lyndon’s juice running out of her. Would more men come by? Zach wouldn’t find out. The scene ended.
Next up was Irma Jackson, the petite black doctor. She looked down at the potty shyly as she pulled down her pants and panties. Her protruding inner labia were even darker than the rest of her. Still looking down, she spread her labia and showed a little pink. She peed neatly into Ayana’s sample container and then the potty.
The next scene showed her entering a bedroom at the Breeding Bitches Saloon. She was hanging on tall, thin, handsome Grant, the brown-haired miner. He towered over her. Zach had already seen Grant fuck Stacy in the garden, but he’d never seen Irma in action.
As Zach continued to watch the video, Alexis arrived and mounted his erect tool, replacing his hand. She squished her cervix past his cock head, effortlessly taking him deeper and deeper. Then she clamped her cunt muscles tight with a slippery squelch to ride him as they watched.
In the video, Grant’s cock looked massive in Irma’s tiny hand. There was a prolonged bout of cunnilingus from Grant; good for him! Zach’s pleasure was intense at seeing Irma nude and writhing on the bed. Irma’s petite form boasted big, dark-nippled breasts, perky in the Martian gravity. She whimpered between orgasms and growled and bucked her hips during.
Irma went crazy when the tall Grant covered her missionary style and thrust his long pole into her. Zach was actively holding off in Alexis lively cunt by this point. Alexis softly grunted continuously in orgasm. She pulsed and twitched. Zach couldn’t hold off any longer. He grunted as softly as he could manage and ejaculated copiously up into Alexis. From there, he and Alexis watched as Irma and Grant frantically went at it. The contrast in their skin tones was beautiful. Irma’s legs clenched Grant’s ass as he unloaded in her.
Next, it was Zach’s little wife Anming peeing in the potty for the crowd of men. Her look of embarrassment during this always made him hard and horny. He dreaded what he might see next. Who would she be paired with?
Anming was pushed into a Breeding Bitches bedroom. She wobbled and laughed, drunk or stoned or both. Zach felt relief when he saw it was Lou behind her, and his cock rallied. Anming and Lou chattered joyfully with each other in Mandarin. Zach already knew about Lou and knew he treated Anming well. That was the most important thing. He was so worried about her now. It would be great if Anming picked Lou to do the honors. But he saw this video was from a few months ago, before the breakup.
Zach’s cock didn’t know what to do. Charisse slid her wet writhing cunt onto it. On the one hand, he missed Anming and was desperate to see any vestige of her. On the other hand, his mood was crashing seeing her with another man. Should he leave? He decided to stick it out. The voyeur in him was too strong.
As Zach expected, Lou gave Anming oral. She reacted with mewing enthusiasm to it. He did it for so long, the scene cut to show her last shaking grinding orgasm. Then Lou had Anming ride him. Screaming orgasms erupted from Anming. There were scenes with several interesting positions. Anming orgasmed wildly in all of them. It was a virtuoso performance for Lou, who finished on her face and chest. Anming sputtered, blinked her eyes, and smiled. Zach finished in a quietly orgasming Charisse with a groan.
Sandra, the petite pretty redhead doctor, was last. She looked awfully damn good for forty, even baring her big red bush, spreading, and peeing in the potty. She smiled proudly at the men, and she should be proud. He’d tap that in an instant.
Sandra entered a bedroom with Jason. Oh, this would be good. She threw off her clothes. Her B breasts were petite along with the rest of her.
The petite redhead and the short well-endowed black man traded lots of oral, back and forth. Then Sandra rode Jason. After a while, Jason was on Sandra missionary style.
Zach and Charisse orgasmed again and relaxed to watch the end of the video together. The contrast of skin tones was lovely. The pleasure Jason and Sandra gave one another was wonderful.
After the movie Charisse said, “Thanks for joining me, and for the extra creampies.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” said Zach. They kissed passionately.
Zach turned to Alexis. “You know, this is an invasion of people’s privacy.”
“Oh Zach, no it isn’t,” said Alexis. “Remember that massive legalese I have everyone sign before they can buy a drink at the bar for the first time?”
“Sure.”
“It’s somewhere in there.”
“Tricky.”
Alexis explained further. “The footage I save for my personal spank bank is all marked ‘private’ and ‘no copy’. The files are backup and restore only.”
“Sounds fairly safe,” said Zach. “Don’t let the files get out, Alexis. It could ruin the colony.”
“You worry too much.”
(To be continued)
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99: Thursday, Libra 5, 232. 1900 hours OST: Irma
Stacy fit right into Trigonometry and then some. Zach couldn’t believe his good fortune that this mindbogglingly good looking woman had chosen to live with him. He was handsome enough, but considered women as beautiful as Stacy to be in another category altogether. She seemed satisfied with him as a sex partner, climaxed often, and wanted it as often as he could manage. He felt blessed.
Two overnights, Khushi’s night on Monday and Anming’s former night on Friday, were not enough for Stacy. The two dinners she served at on Monday and Thursday were small potatoes. Zach could usually do it four times for the Garden Girls on his lunch hour. Generally, two of these went into Charisse and two went into Stacy.
Khushi preferred being cornered by Zach in the clean room shower after work most days. She could enjoy him there fully. She didn’t have to worry anymore that his smells or substances would bother Ayana. She could wash his smells and other evidence directly away down the drain.
On Thursday night, Libra 5th, Stacy needed a hard overnight session from Zach. She just couldn’t make it until Friday. Becky, who usually spent the night with him Thursdays, was fine with giving up her night. She felt Zach had taken plenty of good care of her lately.
That following Saturday, Martha offered to share her overnight with Becky since Becky had missed her overnight on Thursday. Becky accepted with a smile. Due to the smile that passed between them, Zach felt very horny. Adah received an especially vigorous two time vaginal railing at the dinner table. During movie night, Zach kissed, cuddled, and petted all his wives constantly. He took Naz once vaginally from behind.
Finally, it was time to go to bed with Martha and special guest Becky. All three got naked on Zach’s big bed. He cuddled and stroked both women. Martha and Becky, all giggles, kissed each other on the lips experimentally.
The two women kissed a bit more, then a bit deeper, then a bit sloppier. As Zach lay and watched them, intrigued, they kissed necks and nipples. Soon, the two women were wrapped all around each other snacking on one another’s vulvas. Both were cumming and sighing and whimpering excitedly. Zach had to smile. They were a thousand percent into each other.
Becky and Martha calmed down and rested in each others arms. Zach said, “You two must have known there was an attraction.”
“Oh yes! A major attraction!” said Becky. “But I never knew she was interested until now.”
“Me neither,” said Martha. “I never dreamed Becky was attracted to women.”
“You didn’t see me arm-in-arm with Tara?”
“Sure I did,” said Martha. “But I’ve had lesbian friends who are just friends. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Becky.
“You mean you and Tara?” asked Martha.
“Yes, a couple of times. But she’s not my type, if I even have a type of woman,” said Becky. “I think you are.”
“Aww,” said Martha. They kissed again. “And Zach’s looking pretty horny.”
“Jump in anywhere, Zach,” said Becky. “We won’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” asked Zach. “This is a special night for you two, a special time. I love you both very much. I can sleep elsewhere if you want to get to know each other better uninterrupted. It’s no trouble at all.”
The two looked at each other for a couple of seconds. Then Martha said, “We want you to stay, Zach.”
And so Zach stayed. The lovemaking between the women was continuous. His excitement was more like a series of ramps and peaks. Sometimes he was in the middle, being pleasured by both women. Sometimes Martha was in the middle, or Becky. Sometimes he relaxed and watched the women make love. It constantly shifted.
After it was past midnight, they turned the lights low and settled down. The scent and erotic fervor of the women was strong. Zach woke up often in the night and at dawn and made love to them both. Each time, the women kissed and cuddled each other to sleep with Zach cuddled up to both.
The very next night, Becky put Giselle to bed as usual then went and slept with Martha. Overnight, it became their usual thing. One or both would still sleep with Zach on their assigned night. They didn’t love him less or love being with him less than they had. Becky and Martha had just found each other, and it was special.
Zach’s nights blazed by. Soon it was the evening of the Libra 17 Pregnancy Party. Three new pregnancies were found, though two had been known privately. Ayana had gotten pregnant from her surrogate Lyuben. She had known it since Kanya 27.
Michaela had known she was pregnant since Libra 9, but didn’t know the father. She had been fucking just about everybody in town. It turned out that the father was also Lyuben. Lyuben could only smile and try to look innocent while the crowd heckled him.
The surprise pregnancy was Stacy, who was pregnant by Zach. She must have gotten pregnant right at the beginning of her insemination week.
Alexis invited all the men to a new event, an “Exotic Erotic Show and Auction” on Saturday, Tula 7th. Zach wasn’t planning to attend, since he got plenty of both exotic and erotic at home. Alexis called and begged him to attend, saying he’d regret missing it. He agreed to attend the first part, at least.
The night of Tula 7th rolled around, and Zach entered the Breeding Bitches Saloon. Colette was guarding the door. Only men were being allowed into the event.
About half the men had arrived by the time Zach entered the room. Up on the stage stood Alexis and Anming.
“My husband!” Anming said in shock. “Please leave this instant!”
“No, stay Zach,” Alexis smiled. Then she said to Anming, “You’re overreacting.” The two argued in whispers while the other men of the colony filed in from outside. Soon all the men were there. Alexis ended the argument with a louder, “You’ll see.”
Then Alexis took in the room and addressed the men. “Gentlemen, we have a special auction tonight. You don’t need to participate. In fact some of you, Zach and Lou, can’t participate. But you can all watch, and it’ll be worth seeing, I bet.”
“This is the eve of Anming’s fertile week. With a little persuasion from me, Anming has chosen to auction off her cunt for this next entire week. If you win the bid, you can have Anming vaginally as often as you’d like over the next week. You can’t take her home or anything. You have to have her here in the saloon in the room where she’s staying. Also, there will be no anal penetration. This is something she wants to reserve. Oral is fine. She will also give you a blowjob, but just to get you hard. She’s not interested in your semen unless it’s deep up in her vagina, clear?”
“Zach can’t bid because he’s her husband, and her whole reason for doing this is genetic diversity. It would spoil the whole thing. Lou can’t bid because he’s only here temporarily, and he’s married back on Earth. You other married men whose wives are here on Mars, I don’t give a crap. If you want to bid, that’s between you and your wife.”
“The bids will be in Martian dollars.” This was Mars’ new currency. Currently a Mars dollar was worth about nine dollars and sixty cents US. “The bidding will start at one hundred Martian dollars. Do I hear one hundred?”
Tibs, the thin blond Russian miner, raised a finger.
“One hundred Mars dollars!” shouted Alexis. “Do I hear one hundred and ten?”
Kiaan, the tall thin Indian miner who was taller even than Zach, gestured.
“One hundred and ten!” shouted Alexis. Anming looked down at her shoes in embarrassment.
While this continued, Lou asked Zach, “Do you think this is healthy? I don’t think this is healthy for her.”
“I agree,” said Zach.
They tried to get Aiden to bid for her, but he said he had Savannah to think of now. Also, Anming had made it clear to him not to interfere in her life.
It was about the same story for Jason. She had told him to get lost one too many times.
Ethan would not bid because he thought Aanya would be angry with him.
The two men were having no luck.
“Two fifty!” shouted Dallas.
“Two hundred and fifty Martian dollars!” Alexis repeated excitedly. This was exactly Zach’s nightmare.
Grant, the tall thin brown-haired American miner, raised his hand. “Two sixty.”
“I hear two sixty,” acknowledged Alexis. “Do I hear two seventy?”
“Two seventy,” said Jules, the handsome blond French miner.
The bidding continued to bounce around the room as Zach and Lou sought vainly for a way to extract Anming from this mess.
Homer, the tall black miner, said, “I’m interested in bidding, but we don’t really know what we’re getting.”
Alexis paused, “You have a point. Anming, kindly disrobe.”
Anming stammered, “But I-”
“You heard me,” ordered Alexis. “Strip!”
Anming compiled and removed all her clothing, even her shoes. Soon, she stood before them, eyes downcast, barefoot and nude.
“This we see at the pissing,” argued Jules.
“Not her tits,” said Alexis. “Stop covering your tits and bush, Anming.”
Anming put her hands to her sides uncomfortably.
Tibs said, “And so? What idea does this give us?”
Alexis nodded and continued, “Sit on the potty, Anming. Now, spread your lips. No, the ones between your legs. You never saw that at a pregnancy party.”
“That’s all well and good,” said Dallas, the tall handsome redheaded engineer and boor. “What about her responsiveness?”
“Oh, she’s plenty responsive if you handle her right,” said Alexis.
“Prove it,” said Dallas.
Alexis pulled a bullet vibrator out of her pocket, lubed the tip, switched it on high, and touched it to the rim of Anming’s vagina between her clitoris and her urethra. Anming jumped, and her legs trembled. She gritted her teeth as her legs trembled more. “You see?” said Alexis.
“Let’s see her orgasm,” said Dallas.
“You gentlemen keep bidding, and I’ll keep teasing, agreed?” said Alexis.
“Three fifty,” said Dallas.
“I hear three hundred and fifty Martian dollars,” acknowledged Alexis. She played the bullet vibe up and down from Anming’s clitoris to her urethra.
Anming gripped the the rim of the potty with white knuckles. She gritted her teeth, whimpered, and trembled.
Zach thought this would be extremely hot if it wasn’t so extremely wrong.
“Three sixty,” said Homer.
Anming’s breath caught.
Zach sat back to regard his nude wife being pleasured in front of a crowd of leering, bidding men. He knew her ways. She was getting off on this nasty business. She was getting off profoundly.
As if to confirm his suspicions, Anming let go with an “Rrrrr! EEP!” and thrashed in orgasm.
“Three seventy,” bid Dallas breathlessly.
Anming jerked sensuously at his bid, then orgasmed. “Rrrrrr! Rrrrrr! EEP!”
Zach might need to leave. The thought of that creep getting his hands on Anming sickened him. Lou saw that Zach was upset and put a hand on his shoulder.
Alexis removed the bullet vibe. “That’s enough.”
Anming, eyes closed, thrashed her hips forward, seeking pleasure and release. Then she regained her composure and slumped over, looking at her feet.
“Who said you could slouch?” asked Alexis angrily. “Sit up and spread that cunt!”
Anming complied, eyes still closed, gritting her teeth. A drop of cloudy fluid leaked from her cunt and and dripped like honey into the potty.
“Three eighty,” said Tibs.
“Four hundred,” said Dallas determinedly.
Grant looked like he wanted to bid, then shook his head.
“Four ten,” said Manish, a tall rugged Indian miner.
“Four twenty,” said Nik, the thin, handsome Bulgarian engineer recently split from Lava.
“Four fifty,” Dallas bid stridently.
Anming flinched with an erotic twinge, eyes closed, nether lips held open.
“Four sixty,” bid Tibs.
“Four seventy,” bid Nik.
“Five hundred!” shouted Dallas.
“Five ten,” said Nik.
Go Nik, thought Zach. Anyone else would be better than Dallas.
“Five fifty,” said Dallas.
There was a pause in the bidding. “Five fifty going once,” said Alexis.
“Going twice,” said Alexis.
“Sold! To Dallas, for five hundred and fifty Martian dollars,” confirmed Alexis.
Zach sighed. Alexis had just sold Anming into prostitution for a week for the cash equivalent of a high-end laptop. Moreover, Anming was fertile and offering herself bareback. That meant Dallas had a one in four chance of knocking her up. Maybe one in three if he could make her orgasm while he ejaculated. Who was Zach kidding? Of course she’d orgasm while Dallas ejaculated into her. She would dig the hell out of being forcefully inseminated by a stranger given the excuse of genetic diversity. Well, at least this perverse show was over.
As if Alexis had read Zach’s cuckolded mind she said, “The show’s not over, folks!” Alexis swept her papers and things off the presentation table. “Anming! Get on,” she directed. Anming jumped up from her seat on the potty and clambered onto the table. Alexis rolled the privacy screen over to block Anming’s nudity from the crowd.
“Awww!” said the group of men.
“Come up here, Dallas,” said Alexis.
She wasn’t going to, thought Zach. But she was. It was such an Alexis move.
Dallas excitedly bounced onto the stage and rounded the privacy curtain.
“Not so fast, buster,” said Alexis. “Where’s the cash?”
Dallas excitedly counted five hundred and fifty Martian dollars into Alexis’s outstretched palm.
Alexis counted the money a second time and put it into the pocket of her skirt. “All right, tiger,” she said to Dallas. “Go get that cunt. It’s all prepared. You’re welcome.”
The screen blocked the view from Dallas’s midriff height down. He fussed, presumably pulling his pants down. Then he disappeared. A moment later, Anming’s lower legs lifted above the screen. Dallas was spreading and raising Anming’s legs. With a grunt from Dallas and a whimper from Anming, her feet rocked forward. They held there for a second. Anming growled in orgasm. This scenario was really doing it for her!
This was sick, thought Zach. He thought he might be sick.
Alexis appeared in front of the curtain. She spoke, though nobody was paying attention to her. Everyone was focused on Anming’s swaying feet. Alexis said, “This was the first such auction, and it certainly won’t be the last. No need to thank me! It’s just my little contribution to genetic diversity here in the colony.” Anming’s feet swayed faster and faster, like flowers blowing in a stiff wind. She growled repeatedly. Then there was a jerk.
There was a grunt from Dallas. Zach gritted his teeth. Could he listen to this? Witness this? Anming growled with particular piquancy her characteristic orgasm sound, “Rrrrr! EEP!” The emotion in it made it sound like a stab of pain, even though he knew it was pleasure. Her toes slowly curled. Apparently, Dallas’s load of semen had been thoroughly delivered. The way he was grunting repeatedly in his orgasm, it sounded like a boatload. Anming had crossed some Rubicon into a different world, a world without him.
Zach felt dizzy. All his blood must have gone to his penis, because he was painfully hard, harder than ever. He felt guilty about the sexual thrill it gave him to witness Anming so pleasured yet so debased. He knew this was doing something for her, or she wouldn’t have agreed to it. He’d have to trust that Alexis would see her come to no serious harm.
“All right,” said Alexis, turning to assess the scene behind the curtain. “Show’s over.”
As Zach walked home, he tried to forget about the evening, but it was hard. He knew Alexis supported this, and she wasn’t into damaging people. He knew Anming had chosen this, agreed to this. He’d even heard Anming enjoy herself under Dallas. It was an open marriage. She had even left the marriage. He supposed he had to let it go.
The next day, the Garden Girls found a way of taking his mind off his worries. They were in an all-out push to get Charisse knocked up. The four women lined up and bent over. They allowed him to enjoy their creamy tight cunnys as he chose. Once he was close, he would deposit his warm load in Charisse. It was good fun and good for Charisse’s chance of conceiving.
Aanya’s cunt was a special treat, since he didn’t get to feel it every day like the others. Luckily, Aanya was bent over right next to Charisse, so it was a quick switch to the deposit slot. One time, though, he slipped up. It was hard for him to think when he was so close to spunking in Aanya’s tight hole. She shouted, “Pull out, you’re close- AAAAAHH!”
They climaxed together. Charisse’s thighs quivered in desperation as she saw Zach blissfully unload into Aanya’s unprotected cunt. Zach’s ass muscles strained as he locked in and pumped multiple dollops. Aanya’s thighs quivered. She mewed in delight as she felt his hot flood’s deep wet invasion. She moaned, “Thank you to Ethan, for giving me a pass on any accidents!”
“I agree,” Zach breathed into her neck. “He’s a wonderful husband! What a fulfilling accident!”
Charisse said, “Zach, Alexis is having another viewing party. Do you want to come as my date?”
“I don’t want to see anything with Anming,” said Zach.
“Hmm, well this might not be a good one, then,” said Charisse. “As I understand, it’s the highlights of Dallas’s week on top of Anming. I’ve seen a few clips already. He’s not a particularly good or imaginative lover, but he’s vigorous. Anming seemed to like it in the clips I saw.”
“Well, that’s something,” commented Zach. His limp cock fell out of Aanya with a splash. In a nonce, Martha was on her knees nursing his cock back to hardness for the next round.
“You’re sure you don’t want to go, Zach?” asked Charisse.
“I’m sure.”
Since the auction, Colleen had looked into banning any future similar auctions. Every approach she and Becky considered seemed too restrictive of other activities. Finally, faced with persuasive arguments from Alexis as well, Colleen stopped trying to outlaw future cunt auctions. At the same time, she warned Alexis that she would look at the matter again if Alexis held another one.
On the evening of Tula 17th after the kids were in bed, Trigonometry attended Alexis’s eighth monthly pregnancy party. Zach saw Irma Jackson, the beautiful black doctor Noa insisted he should know better. He sent his wives ahead to get seats, hoping he could have a few words with her.
Instead, he was waylaid by Dallas Cassidy, Sierra’s ex, Lava’s baby daddy, and Anming’s “buyer.” Dallas was the last man on Mars Zach wanted anything to do with.
Dallas squinted his eyes at Zach and said in a quiet voice, “Dude, your little chink sure has a tight lively cunt on her! And, oh buddy, what a sweet wet slippery asshole, like a virgin! And you got her so well trained! So submissive, she will do anything! So prompt when ordered with the suction or either hole!”
“You’re aware that ‘chink’ is a racial slur?”
“Hey now, dude. I didn’t mean it that way at all. Your little slant-eyed cunt is fine, that’s all I’m saying. Such a deal for five-fifty Martian. I’m paying you a compliment, bro, get it? She kept saying she was going back to you once she was all knocked up. Now she is. Knocked up, that is. Have fun raising my kid, bro.”
Zach swallowed hard. “I will.”
“If you ever have problems getting her to cum, I can give you a few pointers. She needs a firm hand, dude, a very firm hand. And if you ever want to tag team those sweet yellow holes, I’m your man!”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Zach.
Thankfully, Alexis brought the meeting to order. Zach left the awful conversation to sit down. He smirked on the way to his seat, though. Dallas’s careless treatment of Anming had no doubt greatly excited her. He’d no doubt given her multiple orgasms without caring in the least whether she did or didn’t. It must have driven her wild. This form of being used was a pleasure he could not give her.
“Quiet down! Sit down! Welcome! I’m sure by now you’re tired of watching all these fine women show you their cunts and piss.”
“NO! NO!” the crowd, both men and women, shouted back, laughing. Everyone was getting more comfortable with the parties, enjoying their horny nature.
Aanya was up first. She was dressed conveniently for the party, as most of the women were. With a smile, she slid her short knit skirt up to her waist and squatted. She wore no panties. As usual, she was neatly shaved smooth. This time, she held her dark nether lips open tightly with two fingers. It was the first time Zach could recall her showing pink in public. There was a whistle from Ethan, to which Aanya responded, “Thank you, sweetheart!” Shortly thereafter, Aanya’s pee came out with a trickle and then full blast.
Ayana caught a healthy sample of Aanya’s piss stream in a cup. “Negative!” she announced. This was not surprising, since Aanya was still nursing her second child.
Adah was up next. She was all belly and knockers in the front, being seven months pregnant with clearly a large baby. The rest of her slight body was lean as it had been. She looked already like she was full term. “I’m going to sit,” she said, exhausted. She sat down on the potty.
The audience couldn’t see her cunt well in that position. “Here, lean back,” said Alexis helpfully. Adah leaned back on Alexis’s arms. “Now spread those pretty cunt lips and give the men what they want.”
Adah complained, “I’m a fat cow. Nobody wants to see me up here.”
“Spread those cunt lips,” Alexis ordered. Adah complied.
This was the most pink he’d ever seen Adah show in public. He let out a wolf whistle.
“That’s doesn’t count, it’s Zach,” she argued.
Alexis smirked, “All right, people, how many of you would fuck this pussy?”
A cheer went up. All of the men and several women raised their hands.
“You see?” said Alexis.
“Oh, they’re just being polite,” Adah argued.
“Oh, I like a challenge! Let’s see, shall we?” Alexis said. “I bet you’re feeling pretty horny these days.”
Adah was quiet.
“Answer my questions quickly and truthfully, young lady, or I’ll ask Zach for details,” Alexis threatened. She knew how to make her threats bite.
“Yes,” Adah quickly admitted.
“And how often are you getting it?” asked Alexis. “Answer me fully now.”
“All Wednesday night, so frequently I sleep much of the next day,” said Adah. “And Saturday at the dinner table.”
“So, Zach cums in you, what, ten times a week?” asked Alexis.
Adah’s pee stream trickled to a halt. “Yes, at least.”
“But not much more I take it? He’s a busy man!”
“No, not much more,” admitted Adah.
“And still you’re feeling horny,” said Alexis.
“Normally, I wouldn’t be,” Adah argued. “But, okay, yes. Yes I am, occasionally. This baby growing in me is driving me crazy.”
Alexis announced, “This woman needs not only a husband, but a boyfriend.” She snickered. “Or girlfriend!”
“Boyfriend!” Adah said, alarmed. Then she corrected herself, “Or nobody, I mean!”
“All right, gentlemen, who’s hard for Adah?” asked Alexis. “Stand up and be counted.”
All the men stood up, even Zach.
“I mean really stand up, gentlemen,” said Alexis. “Drop trou and show your erections!”
Many of the men dropped their pants, including Zach. There were several impressive boners in the audience.
“So many to choose from! Do you see, darling?” said Alexis. “All those erections, just for you. All of them straining to get into your pretty cunny. And the winner is...” She rolled a die and consulted a list. “Lyndon! Come on down!”
“What? No!” said Adah.
Lyndon, maybe the handsomest man on Mars, was a thin, fit, medium height black man. His hair was short, his smile was captivating. He stood up walked out of the audience towards the stage, his thick and impressively stiff erection preceding him. Half the women in the audience sighed in near swoon, Zach’s wives among them. Naz emitted a small whimper. Khushi looked on longingly. Colleen made a wolf whistle. Stacy, in all her glory, was riveted. Becky and Martha hugged each other tightly and squirmed with lust.
“Come on, darling,” Alexis urged. “At least give it a try. I’ll tell you what. Let him go down on you, and if you don’t like it, that will be that. Okay?”
“Not in front of everybody!” Adah complained.
“Sorry folks,” said Alexis. She pulled the waist high privacy screen shut. The audience, including Zach, groaned in frustration.
“But wait, Zach?” Adah appealed.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” said Zach. “It’s an open marriage.”
“I know, but- UHHH!” Pleasure suffused Adah’s face as Lyndon no doubt began snacking on Adah’s pussy.
There followed a long period of quiet concentration. Adah’s brow furrowed as she fought with her feelings and her lust. Her breathing grew more ragged. “These things take time, people,” Alexis encouraged.
“NnnnnNNNNGH!” Adah barked through gritted teeth as she orgasmed.
“You’re doing well--” Alexis encouraged the couple.
“NNNNGH!!” Adah exclaimed immediately, interrupting Alexis.
“Very well!” said Alexis. “What do you think now?”
Adah whimpered.
Lyndon stood up and moved up against Adah. “AAAAH!” Adah cried. She was being penetrated. Adah’s face was a vision of passion, eyes shut, mouth in a grimace. Behind her, supporting her, Alexis’s eyes were wide with lust, her teeth bared. The two women shook as Lyndon pushed hard against Adah behind the curtain. Although it was hidden, the women’s faces and Lyndon’s flexing back said it all.
It finished as abruptly as it had started. The women jiggled hard as Lyndon flexed against them and growled.
“UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!” Adah shrieked as she felt Lyndon’s hot load fill her.
Then all was quiet for a moment other than the panting of several worked up members of the audience.
“Well, now, you two lovebirds can make further plans offline,” said Alexis. “In the meantime, we must get on with the show!”
It took a minute for Lyndon, supplied with a towel, to exit the stage with a smile and wave. The audience applauded.
When Adah tried to follow suit, Alexis stopped her. “Wait one darn minute, lass. You still have to pee for us.”
“But I-” said Adah.
“No buts!” insisted Alexis, rolling aside the screen. In this moment of Adah’s embarrassment, Lyndon’s creampie started rolling out of her cunt. “Oh, look, bullseye!” Alexis snickered. “Now pee!”
Adah gritted her teeth and produced a trickle that ran down along with Lyndon’s product. Ayana caught the cloudy mixture in a sample cup and reported, “Positive!” The fact Adah was pregnant was already obvious.
Not much of the crowd was paying attention. Originally Zach’s bare cock, and the other bare cocks, were pulled out in support of Adah. Like many women in the audience, Naz was not about to let this precious resource go to waste. She climbed into Zach’s lap and hiked her slinky dress to her waist. She was not wearing panties.
Naz was six months pregnant, nearly as big as Adah, and even more horny. She was not about to be called out by Alexis to fuck some random guy. She faced away from Zach and stroked her wet bare vulva and clit enticingly on his cock head. With a grunt, he entered her and bounced her on his cock. She shivered and whimpered in immediate orgasm.
As Naz pleasured him mightily, Zach looked around to see the room had broken out into an orgy. Aiden had Savannah on her back on a table, his bare cock throbbing, negotiating her clothes off. Dallas had Sierra backed against another table, his bare dick stiff against her abdomen. They shared a few close, perhaps conciliatory, words. Then she pushed him away and left the saloon.
His nature girl, Charisse, had wasted no time. She was up on the bar with Jules Arnaud, the thin blond French geologist, getting her asshole spelunked doggie style. He looked over the moon with lust, over the big pale moons of Charisse’s ass to be exact. His grip on them was firm as he thrust with obvious excruciating pleasure. Zach trusted she was taking him in her asshole. Also, the angle looked like it.
Agatha had started for the stage, since she was next to flash her cunt and piss. Since the meeting had broken down, she grabbed Lou’s handy bare cock. They were down on the saloon floor raw-dogging it atop the fallen privacy curtain.
The room was chaos, but one screeching yell caught Zach’s attention. “Yes! YES!” Lava screeched triumphantly as Dallas speared her hard with his cock. It looked like the little dysfunctional family might be reconciling. “YES PUNISH!” Lava screeched. Apparently, Dallas had entered her asshole.
Alexis had given up her role as organizer and jumped into the fray. She cornered Jason and slid onto his beefy black cock. Ahh, Jason, the reliable one around the Breeding Bitches Saloon.
Michaela rode Lyuben ecstatically in his chair. As Zach watched, she locked down. With a yell, Lyuben’s hips jerked up repeatedly as he pumped his semen enthusiastically into Michaela. Khushi looked on longingly as Ayana kissed her neck and fingered her. Zach supposed Khushi must have gotten involved with Lyuben while he was over inseminating Ayana. Well, evidently Lyuben got around. Khushi would get her turn. Zach knew she got a zing from cheating on her spouses, the naughtier the better. Boinking her lesbian girlfriend’s insemination partner was priceless. It made sense. And Khushi’s marriage with Zach was open, he reminded himself. Maybe, now that Naz was resting beside him, he should go over and fuck Khushi. No, there went Ayana going down on her. He shouldn’t interfere with that.
Sandra, the pretty forty-something redheaded Russian doctor, was laughing and petting with Grant, the tall thin black geologist. She was stroking his big half-erect dick while he diddled her with a finger. It was having a good effect. She sighed and leaned back. Sandra was deliciously beautiful even though she was older and quite hugely pregnant.
Martha and Becky were all-out sixty-nineing each other, grunting and whimpering with passion as they orgasmed repeatedly. Zach loved it when his wives came together like that!
Colleen was busy going a second round riding Homer Jamal, the fit black geologist. Their first product was dripping onto the floor from their chair. His face was kind of pockmarked, but by the look on Colleen’s face, he had a nice cock!
Minna, the pretty blonde geologist, and Sanya, the six months pregnant Russian engineer, stood together against the wall. They watched the chaos and traded comments. Sanya was scowling. Then Zach saw why. Stacy, his wife and Garden Girl, needy of some attention, was sucking Sanya’s boyfriend Joel’s cock. Zach saw as the two women turned their back on the scene and left the saloon.
Adah had left the stage and was back with Lyndon in the audience, kissing and petting. Zach didn’t begrudge her the extra attention to assuage her horniness. It’s just that Alexis was such a pain. Adah wouldn’t be over there messing around if Alexis hadn’t goaded her into it. He liked that Adah would be getting as much sex as she wanted now. He should discuss it with her, reassure her. He should talk to Noa about it for his own sake. It didn’t really make him feel uneasy, but it made him feel... something.
Zach tried not to look, but out of the corner of his eye behind him, he saw Anming. She was locked in a discussion with Aarav Bhatt, one of the geologists, a handsome Indian man. What caught Zach’s eye first was that Aarav was sitting on the floor directly in front of a seated Anming. She was wearing a longer skirt than many of the women, about knee length. Her legs were parted, and he assumed, like the others, she had dispensed with panties. Yes, Aarav was getting a really good look at Anming’s pussy as they spoke.
Then something surprising happened. Still seated so as to draw little attention, Anming slipped her panties down and off one leg. With a pointed look at Aarav as if to say “So there!” she parted her knees for him.
Naz was watching, too. She rested cuddled close to her Zach after two vigorous bouts of riding him. She squeezed him and said, “Don’t worry about Anming. I’ll keep you warm.”
“I know you will, my treasure,” said Zach, causing Naz to beam brightly. He kissed her passionately and returned with her to watching the fray.
Predictably, Tara, the pretty lesbian engineer, was cuddled against her girlfriend Pam’s backside, kissing her neck and stroking under her skirt.
In the corner, there was a pile of beanbags and pillows the kids normally played in. Noa was there atop Tibs, the blond Russian geologist. Behind her, thrusting into her ass with great excitement and to great effect, was Kiaan, the thin Indian geologist. He was the one as tall as Zach who’d knocked up Sandra and bid some for Anming. Come to think of it, the other one, Tibs, had bid much higher for her. The two geologists were doing a great job. Zach could hear Noa’s moans of pleasure from way over there. He expected Noa’s great teaching skill had something to do with their pleasing double penetration. More power to the three of them.
Siri rode the affable Manish. Colette looked well-used, but currently had an extremely excited Lee between her legs pumping away furiously. Ethan and Aanya were together behind the bar kissing.
Nik, the Bulgarian engineer, walked up to Zach and Naz. He said, “Zachary my man, you’re always insisting your marriage is open whenever there is talk of your wives. And you two look… done… so I was wondering if Miss Parinaaz?”
“What a nasty man you are, Nik!” Naz said, but Zach could tell she was flattered. At the same time, he saw Irma Jackson, that delectable black doctor Noa thought so perfect for him. She was traversing the saloon trying not to run into any couples. They locked eyes. She smiled and started toward the group of them.
Zach whispered to Naz, “I can tell you’re flattered and attracted to Nik. Why don’t the two of you spend some time together? I’ll see you later at the residence?”
“You’re a nastier man,” Naz whispered, having spotted Irma approaching. “Even so, I support the same notion Doctor Tang does. We shouldn’t keep you to ourselves. I know Doctor Jackson hasn’t had... the pleasure. Knock her stockings off, Zachary.” Naz gave him a peck on the cheek, stood, and smoothed down her dress. Then she grabbed onto Nik’s arm for support. “Shall we go? Remind me what you do around the colony, Nik...” She walked away with Nik somewhat unsteadily.
Zach stood and met Irma halfway. “Just the man I was looking for,” she said.
“Should we find someplace a little… quieter?” asked Zach.
“Please,” said Irma.
The saloon smelled humidly of semen and feminine excitement. They walked arm-in-arm outside into the cold dark Martian night under the dome.
In the sudden chill, Irma hugged herself tightly to Zach as they walked. “My place?” she offered.
“Sure,” he replied. They walked arm in arm to her apartment.
She ushered him through her threshold and shut the door behind her. She looked up at him happily with a quiet grin. “I didn’t get to my news at the meeting,” she said. “I’m off birth control.”
“Exciting.” Zach leaned down and kissed her, deeply, lingering.
“I’m not kidding! I want to have a baby.” She looked deeply into his eyes.
“I believe you.” They kissed again, even more passionately.
“It definitely shouldn’t be you, though,” she said.
“Definitely not.” He kissed and lifted up her shirt to tease her breasts. Her nipples were so dark. He petted and tweaked them gently. She squirmed with excitement.
“I’m not kidding! Half the babies in the colony are yours, Zach. It’s not a good mix.” She gritted her teeth and panted as he sucked her nipples and rolled them on his tongue.
“Don’t I know it,” he said.
“Why do you keep knocking up women, then?”
“Because they ask me.”
“This gets to my point,” she said. She pushed him half-heartedly until he unlocked his mouth from one teat and backed to arm’s length. “Will you wear a condom?”
“No problem,” said Zach. “Do you have some here? I didn’t bring any with me.”
“I have some,” Irma smiled. “It’s nothing against you, Zach.”
“I know,” he assured her. He kissed her neck gently, again and again. He whispered hotly in her ear, “You want to plan your family. I’m all for that.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” she confided. “Who I want the father to be, that is.”
“Lyuben seems a popular choice, lately.”
“But that’s exactly… why do I get the impression you’re mocking me?”
He backed up to arm’s length and looked at her. “Not at all. More like joking, because, it seems backwards to make it a process of elimination.” They locked eyes. She looked at him, transfixed, as he returned to kissing her neck.
“I mean,” she explained, “I don’t want do it like Michaela and open my legs to every man in the colony.” At this, she squirmed against him.
He had her pinned against the door. Gently, he stroked her vulva through her stretch pants. “Makes you hot to think about it, though.”
She struggled a little, panting. “Fantasy is different than reality.”
He lifted her in his arms. “Let’s get to the reality, then.”
He guessed correctly that she had taken the master bedroom. The bed was small. Clearly, bringing a man home was not a regular planned activity. He laid her down gently on the bed.
She smiled sweetly at him and sat up at the bedside. She rifled around in her bedside table drawer. “Here’s one,” she said, pulling out a condom.
“That one’s going to be too small.”
“Really?? Okay,” said Irma. “How about, I think I have the perfect thing.” She sifted through the contents of her bedside drawer. She stood and went into the master bathroom. She pawed through the closet there. “Ah hah! This one is guaranteed to work!” She waved it at him. “But I only have one.”
It was a “Zachary” brand condom manufactured by Berte as part of the genetic diversity program. Her purpose was to stop the spread of Zach’s seed in the colony’s pussies without being a killjoy. He remembered she had passed them out in handfuls at the time. He’d only seen one once before, when Berte had shown him.
“Cock blocker from beyond the stars,” mused Zach.
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” said Zach.
“I thought it was funny when Ayana gave me one. I never imagined I’d end up using it, not on its namesake, at least.” She put it down on the bedside table and smiled up at him. They kissed.
Things escalated rapidly from there. He slipped his hand down her stretch pants and found her slit slick and juicy. She felt his cock and said, “Okay, I understand. Oh my! It’s big.”
“First things first.” From the video he’d seen of Irma and Grant, one thing he’d been lusting after was a good long snack on Irma’s vulva. He slid off the bed onto the floor and tugged suggestively at the waistband of Irma’s stretch pants. She started them off. He deftly removed them, folded them, and put them on the bedside.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” With a grin, Irma leaned back and spread her legs. Her neat landing strip led down to her dark lips he’d seen at Alexis’s pregnancy meetings. Gently, he spread her dark inner lips to reveal her wet pink vulva and opening.
He leaned in close. She smelled divine, acidic, tangy. She tasted tangy, too, like a combination of steak and fine wine.
“Huh-huh-huh,” she cried. Soon the pitch of her voice rose higher. “Hah! Hah! Hah!” Her breath seized. Her legs and body shook. “OHFUCK! Uh-mmm. You’ve made me so ready!”
Zach’s tongue lashing continued from there. Irma panted, seized up and shook as she orgasmed and shouted “OHFUCK!” She did it so often he quickly lost count of her orgasms.
She grabbed his head and moved her hips away from him. “That’s all! That’s all I can take!” she panted.
Zach got undressed.
“Oh my!” said Irma as she became sensible. “Let’s get this,” she said, fumbling for the condom. “Let’s get this on you. You want me to put it on you, lover?”
“Sure.”
She licked his dick and put a lot of spit onto it. She tore the package and rolled the condom carefully onto his penis. “Wow, that’s pretty big,” she said. “Here, I have some lube.” She spread lube from her drawer on the outside of the condom. “Maybe I should… what’s your suggestion?”
“I think you should start by riding me,” he said. “That way, you can control the whole thing.”
Irma was barely started down when she cried, “Hahah! It’s so big!”
“Are you doing okay?”
“It’s-so-big-it’s-so-big-it’s-so-big-- OHFUCK!”
Zach grabbed her torso, because her legs looked pretty unsteady. He rolled them to the side. Slowly, he withdrew some and pushed back in to a similar pressure. She gave a little. “How does that feel?”
“Fuck me!” she whimpered.
He slowly increased his pace and pressed into her further as her cunt made way for him. He silently blessed Berte’s condom, for without it, he would have surely blown his load already. As it stood, he was getting close. “Where do you want it?” he asked.
“You’re close?”
“Getting there, yeah.”
“Let me,” she said. She started to pull the condom off. He pulled out the rest of the way, not wanting to make a mistake. She wrestled with the condom.
“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s not yet. What do you want?”
Irma muttered something.
“What?” he asked.
“In me,” she said. Then more clearly, “IN ME!”
“But--”
Irma rolled fully onto her back, spread her legs wide, and spread her pink. “IN ME!”
“Yes ma’am.”
As Zach rocked slowly into Irma’s delectable juicy cunt, Irma vocalized, “Oouuuuuuhyeaaaaaaah... how you fill my cunt ohmygod, ohmyGOD... you’re so fucking big so fucking... fuck me!”
“You feel so good!” Zach reveled. She was a thousand times better in the flesh than through that condom.
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!” Irma seized and shook in orgasm again. “FUCK!” she shrieked.
After many more thrusts and a lot of shaking and screaming orgasms from Irma, Zach was getting close again. Once he thought of it, he was on the brink. “Are you sure?” he whimpered.
“CUM IN MEEE!!” Irma shrieked.
“RRAHHHH!!” Zach roared and locked to the hilt in her fully stretched cunt. Zach grunted and Irma moaned with the heat of his semen filling her at extreme pressure. It reached the brim and spilled out of her.
When he was done with his urgent delivery, Zach felt overcome with pleasure. So as not to crush Irma, he rolled off her. He plunged off the side of her narrow bed.
She sat up and looked down at him. “And Zach, I just remembered, I think I’m ovulating today. I swear, Zach, I didn’t plan this.”
“I believe you. Are you still feeling okay with it?”
“Too late for regrets, and I don’t have any,” said Irma. “I’ve made my choice who’s to father my child. Emotionally, I have been struggling to decide. Your loving straightened me out inside. And I’m not intentionally making a joke about your big dick. Mean, when I lay under you, receiving your urgent thrusts, my thinking was suddenly clear. I wanted to feel your bare cock fill me. I wanted to be flooded with your semen.”
“I’m honored.”
“I hope I’m a really hard case for you. I want you to have to try and try and try in me. And speaking of trying, it wouldn’t hurt to try again right now.”
“Only if I fall off the bed again.”
The next day, Alexis sent an email to everyone in the colony that read, “Dear Colonist, Since everyone got so frisky at the pregnancy party, there was no time for our regular cunt baring and pissing show. As a result, our test results were not complete. I’ve since sent Ayana around to test the rest of the piss. There are two new pregnancies, Khushi and Charisse. I have their permission to say Zach is the knocker-upper in both cases. Try harder, you other guys! Peace, out.”
(To be continued)
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100: Thursday, Tula 19, 232. 700 hours OST: Pam
Irma wanted Zach every day until she tested positive. She wanted knocking up sooner rather than later. And, as it happened, she had a high libido. Once decided, she wanted to follow through on having Zach’s child, not just anyone’s. This meant not being tempted to have other men until it was again safe.
So, Zach rose early every morning and left early for daycare. On the way, he stopped off at Irma’s and usually put two good sized loads in her. It seemed their lovemaking was more exciting every time. Her dark skin, her tight pussy, her devastatingly beautiful face, and her fulsome titties entranced him. She seemed equally entranced. When he was ready, she was always shaking and crying out in orgasm.
Stacy, always insatiable, had dominated his schedule. Now that she was five weeks pregnant, she no longer excluded other men. Lately, her recent frequent visits to Joel brought her times with Zach way down. She still made her appearances at Garden Girl lunchtimes and Monday dinners. He’d had to find other diversions on Friday nights.
Adah seemed freed by the the spontaneous orgy at Alexis’s Tula pregnancy party. Even though she was huge at seven months pregnant, she regularly visited Lyndon. She still saw Zach on Wednesday nights and served him at the table on Saturday nights. These days she always took it in the ass over dinner so she could stay in the dinnertime conversation.
Becky, now five months pregnant, and Martha, now seven months pregnant, continued their love affair. They had taken to both showing up on Thursday and Saturday nights with Zach. At the dinner table Sundays and Tuesdays, he had them both alternating. Martha especially liked sitting under the table and eating Becky out while Zach had her. She liked how Becky squealed as she orgasmed from both tongue and cock.
Colleen, now four months pregnant, felt it was her duty, to indulge both Zach and herself. She was a reliable fixture at the Friday night dinner table, keeping up appearances. She even went to bed with Zach every Tuesday night. But after taking his first load, usually in her ass, she would send him off to his latest crush. These days, that meant Irma. For her part, she would sneak away and see Homer Jamal, Lyndon, or Lou, depending on who was available.
If anything, the orgy made Khushi and Zach bond more tightly. Khushi was now five weeks pregnant, but she only wanted Zach and Ayana. Every afternoon, she and Zach were at it more passionately than ever in the clean room shower. Stacy being otherwise distracted, Khushi resumed her place at Thursday dinners and Mondays overnight.
The orgy had the same effect on Naz. She and Zach got closer. She was six months pregnant, so she could see anybody in the colony without consequences. Nevertheless, she kept needing her butt fuckings from Zach. She would have deep moaning orgasms from them. Especially at the dinner table, the combination of nastiness in her mind and pleasure would make her moan repeatedly. The other wives and guests would be left wet and aroused, or hard in the case of male guests.
Everybody in the colony loved a Trigonometry dinner invitation. The Breeding Bitches were frequent guests. Alexis and Michaela would openly masturbate to whatever show Zach and a wife were putting on. The Garden Girls were also guests, at least Charisse and Aanya, since Martha and Stacy were already there. They were more circumspect about their table masturbation if they indulged at all.
By twos and threes, everyone in the colony was invited to attend, even Dallas. He would say inappropriate things while bending his date over the table along with Zach. Alexis especially loved to bring him. It would yank Zach’s tail and prolong his staying power. Alexis openly bragged it improved the dinner show.
Within a few days of his new schedule with Irma, it was clear to Zach that he wasn’t getting enough sleep. He was having fun, but needed his sleep. The children needed his care. His wives depended on his lovemaking, not just Irma.
Regretfully, on Tula the twenty-second, he resigned as Pollinator of the Garden Girls. Aanya and Charisse were teary-eyed, but Martha and Stacy would see him at home. This way, he could see Irma at lunchtime. Charisse was a month pregnant, so she could see other men. Aanya was still nursing, but wanted Ethan to knock her up anyway.
Zach had the time to see Lava and Siri during his frequent schedule gaps. He spent more afternoons with Noa, not just after their weekly therapy sessions. He even dropped in on Alexis, Michaela, or Colette on occasion. It still did something for him that Colette dropped immediately onto her knees whenever he entered her room.
Colleen caught up to Zach just as he returned from his lunchtime goodbye party with the Garden Girls. He hoped she wasn’t after sex. He’d just finished putting one load each in Charisse, Aanya, Martha, and Stacy. Even he had his limits.
Colleen waved Zach over to a quiet corner of the Breeding Bitches saloon away from the daycare area. Pam, the geologist, and Tara, her engineer wife, were sitting there.
Colleen sat with the women and gestured Zach to sit next to Pam. There wasn’t quite enough room for his arm.
“It’s okay, you can put your arm on my shoulder,” said Pam. She looked up at him with a bright wide smile and twinkling brown eyes. Both Pam and Tara were black, dark complexioned beauties. Neither woman was as beautiful as Irma, but at the moment, they had his mind racing with possibilities. This was the first time he’d ever sat down to talk with either one of them.
Up close, Tara was short, about Irma’s size and thin like her. Pam was even shorter, tiny, in fact, about Colby’s size, but Pam had bigger breasts. Both women were in good shape, as all the crew were. Pam seemed more shy and receding. She was very put together, coiffed. Tara looked wan, like she’d partied hard last night. Tara’s hair was long and woven. Pam’s was worn up, perhaps in an effort to make herself look taller.
“Thanks,” said Zach, sitting down and laying his arm across the back of the couch. “It’s a tight fit.”
“So I’ve heard,” quipped Tara. Colleen laughed like a sailor and slapped her leg. Tara tittered at her own joke. Pam smiled up at Zach, holding her composure.
Zach chuckled nervously. What was going on here?
“Pam and Tara wanted to meet you,” said Colleen. “As colony commander, I was called upon to facilitate.” She had her serious look on.
Zach didn’t buy it for a minute. “In your capacity as colony commander, eh? Have I run afoul of some geology or engineering concern?”
“More like a biological concern,” said Colleen.
“That’s inaccurate. We’re not concerned,” Pam insisted.
“I explained my genetic diversity concern,” said Colleen. “They were unmoved.”
“I have no doubt that Berta’s new drive, whatever it ends up being called, will open up traffic between the Earth and Mars. There are no gene pool issues anymore when a genetic tsunami is coming our way.”
“Zach is a one man genetic tsunami,” quipped Colleen. “Especially first thing in the morning! Woof!” She chuckled. Tara tittered. Pam looked up at Zach and tried to ignore the other two.
“So, what exactly can I do for you ladies?” asked Zach.
“He’s not a moron or anything, right?” Tara asked Colleen.
Pam glared at Tara and smacked her on the shoulder with the back of her hand.
“I get the jist of it, I believe,” said Zach. “But clarity in these matters is important. Whenever young ladies eye me like you three are, I can start imagining things.” Pam, in fact, was very young, and looked like a high school girl. She must be at least twenty-three to be on the mission, though. Tara looked about Zach’s age. Colleen looked like a young cadet as always. She was twenty-five now.
The two black women looked at Colleen, who said, “Pam wants a child, with you as surrogate, the natural way, that is--”
“Fucking her,” Tara tittered. “Don’t worry, Pam likes men somewhat--”
“I like what I’ve seen,” Pam interjected, squeezing Zach’s arm.
“And I can help her achieve orgasm at the right time,” said Tara. “If she needs any help, at least. We’ve heard it helps with conception.”
“It does,” said Zach.
“Though you’ll find she’s pretty hot-blooded,” Tara confided. Pam looked away shyly.
“I’m sure we can work it all out,” said Zach.
“Then you’ll do it?” Pam looked at him excitedly.
“I’d be honored,” said Zach.
“And you...” Tara paused in confusion. “You actually want to get into her tight pussy, right? And splooge in it? She turns you on?”
“Oh, very!” Zach assured her. “I just wanted to honor the life choice you two are making foremost. That I’m sure it will bring me great pleasure is icing on the cake.”
“I’m sure,” said Pam with a grin.
It was determined that, like most colony women, Pam had her period on week four. That made her fertile week from the eighth to the fourteenth of each month. It was now Tula the twenty-second. That means Pam’s prime time wouldn’t be until the next month, Scorpius. Even so, the couple wanted Zach to start having intercourse with Pam as soon as possible. Zach was willing.
As it was Sunday, Colleen called Parinaaz. It happened Naz was unwilling to give up Zach that night. She had been looking forward all week to Zach giving her multiple butt fuckings on her special night. So Colleen moved on.
The next night, Monday, was normally Stacy’s or Khushi’s. Both women were happy to give up the evening, though. Khushi knew it was to make way for Pam’s insemination, which she wanted to support. Also, Zach was doing her daily in the clean room shower and other times they could sneak away. Khushi knew Ayana would enjoy an extra evening with her. Also, Khushi loved the sneaky impromptu sex she and Zach would invariably have.
Stacy, for her part, was busy getting to know Ethan, who had been appointed the new Garden Girls’ Pollinator. The choice made sense, since Aanya was coming up next for impregnation. Ethan was Aanya’s chosen lad. Zach felt glad to learn Aanya was being generous with her fellow Garden Girls. Zach supposed he could wait to spend the night with Stacy until her official night, Friday.
So it was that Zach showed up at Tara’s and Pam’s apartment door the next evening.
“Welcome! Pam is upstairs,” said Tara. She drew him aside. “I was wondering… if I could watch it. I won’t interfere or anything. I’ll just sit and watch.”
“If you want to,” said Zach.
“I mean, if you need any help, I’d be happy to help as well,” said Tara.
“Let’s see how it goes,” Zach replied.
When he reached the landing, the non-master bedroom door was ajar. Excited whimpers emanated from inside.
Pushing the door open, Zach saw Pam tied down by her arms and legs to a large black bed. A large dildo vibrator was strapped into her vagina. He could see it struggle against the restraints. Pam was beyond struggle. She shook in orgasm and whimpered again.
Zach greeted her shyly, “Hi.”
Pam’s heavy lidded eyes opened. “Oh hullo, Zach! Uh huh? I didn’t know Tara would go this far.”
“Sorry, babe,” said Tara from behind Zach. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“It’s fine, really,” said Zach.
“You probably want all this stuff off,” said Tara. She stepped around Zach and turned off the vibrator. As he watched, she undid the velcro straps and slipped it out of Pam’s well-lubricated vagina. Apparently none the worse for wear, Pam’s little slit snapped shut. Her body writhed in aftershock.
Tara began untying Pam. Taking his cue, Zach helped in the untying. Soon, Pam was free, and rubbing her ankles and wrists. “Now I’ll get out of your way,” Tara said to them. She sat down in a chair in the corner.
Pam sat in the middle of the bed. Her legs were together and folded under her. Her arms covered her breasts.
Zach was still clothed. “Are you still good to do this?” he asked.
“Me?” asked Pam. “Oh yes, if you are.” She yawned.
“Sure,” said Zach uncertainly. “How should we do this?”
Pam stood on the bed and walked over to Zach. She was so short, they were eye to eye. She stroked his cheeks and hair. “It’s okay, Zach. I’ve had men before. All the time, back on Earth. Just be natural.”
They kissed. Pam’s face, back, everywhere, was oily, though not unpleasantly so. Her breasts were nice full handfuls, and very sensitive. Her labia were sensitive. Her clitoris was rigidly erect. Zach could feel her thrill as he gently stroked it. Her tongue grew rigid. She shuddered in orgasm as they continued to kiss. Yes, she was into it. Everything would be fine.
Pam broke the kiss. “Now I get to unwrap my present.” She gently pulled off Zach’s shirt. “Oh yeah, baby,” she purred, patting Zach’s abs. “You’re my first man since Earth,” she offered. “Actually, my first man since Tara. So it has been a couple of years.”
“We’ve talked about this, babe,” said Tara from the corner. “You know I won’t get jealous. You can have whatever man you want, if you want.”
“Look at those bluuuuuuue eyes,” said Pam. “What if I want to do a thing like Khushi does with him? Still okay?” She smiled slyly over his shoulder at Tara.
“You can both have him, as long as I get to keep Ayana company while you’re gone.”
“You do anyway.”
“Just so.”
“I don’t want to get in the middle of anything,” said Zach.
“Don’t worry,” Pam reassured him. She slipped down his boxer briefs and regarded his rapidly swelling penis. “Oh my fucking God.” She looked over his shoulder at Tara. “We discussed the rumors about his size. Colleen said it would fit. But that is...” She looked down again at his erect cock pointing at her midriff, pulsing. “...very big.”
“Is that a good or bad thing?” said Zach.
“It fits in Michaela, darling, and she’s shorter than you,” argued Tara.
“Michaela’s taken on more men than the Mormon Tabernacle Choir,” replied Pam.
“Even so.”
“I appreciate your concern,” said Zach. “Women have been intimidated before, but so far I haven’t lost anyone. Let’s try it. We’ll take it step by step.”
“Like they said, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” said Pam. “You’re just the biggest guy I’ve had, by far. I like… dicks. It’s been a while, though,” she chuckled, stroking it idly. “It’ll be fine,” she reassured herself. “I’ll let you know if I feel any discomfort.”
“Please do,” said Zach. “We can go slower, or whatever you need.”
“It looks like you’re ready,” Pam smiled. “And I’m ready! Maybe too ready. I’m ready to fall asleep after this, after all those orgasms. But first, I wanna see if this huge motherfucker fits in me.”
“It really is a motherfucker, too,” Tara tittered. Maybe she was geekier than her dissipate appearance suggested.
“Without further ado,” said Zach. He lifted Pam in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him. “How do you want it? Maybe, if you’re concerned, you could sit down on it cowgirl style? Get comfortable that way?”
“If you don’t mind, could we do it missionary?” Pam asked. “I do like spreading for a man. I’m very limber. I want to feel your muscular body press me into the bed. And that weapon of yours, God, it’s going to be something. I have to at least try to do it that way, to start. It’s definitely my favorite position with a man, all that yang.”
“Your wish is my command,” said Zach. He got above Pam on the bed. With a smile, she spread her legs wide like a ballerina. He grabbed her two entire ass cheeks with his long-fingered hands.
“You can put your weight on me,” Pam begged.
He lowered herself slowly onto her, leaving space for her to breathe. She took the weight well.
“Yesss,” she groaned. “And there it is.” She was referring to the head of his penis.
He guided the head of his penis slickly across her slot. It was oily down there, too, which would help.
“Huh-huh-huh!” she moaned as she felt his cock open her entrance. She felt it squeeze in a little more, so tightly. Her breath caught and her legs shook as she climaxed.
“Take it all, girl!” Tara moaned from the corner behind him. “This is so hot, Zach.” He heard some fussing from the corner. He suspected it was Tara loosening her clothes to play with herself.
“Mmmmm-nuh!” Pam managed to orgasm again, crushed delightedly under him. Her legs and hips pumped forcefully. If her hips weren’t pinned as they were, she’d be bouncing off the ceiling.
By this time, Zach was getting in far enough to get some good pleasure. With each stroke, he was pressing in a little farther with so far no complaints from Pam. Her cunt definitely felt like it had never opened like this. It was tight and squirming slickly like a fish on a line.
“God, look at her toes go,” said Tara behind him. “You’re definitely hitting her nasty spot, stud. Ahh!”
Whatever Tara was saying behind him sounded encouraging. Zach was lost in the incredible feel of Pam’s lively cunt surrendering to his thrusts. It felt so good to go in, and in, and in!
“RRRAAAHHHHH!!” Zach bellowed in orgasm from a place deep within.
The noise startled Tara, who made a commotion in the corner behind him.
From under him came a screech, “OH MY FUCKING GAAAAAAAWD!!” as Pam felt his hot flood fill her to high pressure and spurt out around the edges. “OHGAWD!” she shuddered again as she continued to orgasm.
Then all was still.
Zach rested up on his elbows. “Are you still alive down there?”
“This must be heaven,” croaked Pam from well underneath him. All he could see is her now unruly tussle of jet black hair.
“She’s fine, Zach,” Tara moaned from behind him. “Her toe language says it all. You did good, stud.”
Zach turned to glance at Tara. Her lower half was bare. One leg was up. Three of her fingers stretched her cunt, which was dripping cream. She looked spectacular.
“You’d better watch it, lover,” said Pam. “I just felt this giant engine throb back to full hardness in me. You’re putting on a show over there, aren’t you?”
“Guilty,” confessed Tara, crossing her legs shyly. “I’m sorry, I’m not attracted to men.”
“I’m also sorry you’re not attracted to men,” Zach said sincerely.
Tara continued her explanation. “I enjoy watching straight porn if it’s respectful. I greatly enjoy watching Pam get the kind of pleasure she just got.”
“You don’t mind if I continue, then?” asked Zach.
“Please,” said Tara, uncrossing her legs.
Pam said, “Oh! My! Fucking! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yuss! YUSSS!!”
After their protracted and even more energetic second bout, Pam fell rapidly asleep. Zach and Tara chatted about nothing in particular. Tara figured Pam should get another “Roto-rooting” as she called it, in about a week. Zach therefore promised to drop by the next Monday evening. He figured even if Stacy needed him, He could skip the movie. “If she doesn’t want to meet, just let me know,” he added.
“Oh, she’ll want to meet. I can tell. I’m not convinced she’s bisexual, but she’s into you, Zach. And I’ll drop all the advance preparation next time,” said Tara. “She obviously won’t need it.”
“It’s funny to discuss her while she gently snores away here,” said Zach. “That’s good, dropping all the oil and stuff, because I’d like a good taste of her next time.”
“A taste of her cunt?” asked Tara.
“Yes, please,” said Zach. “But also her asshole.”
“Mmm, me too,” said Tara. “She has a lively one. And do you like it all scrubbed clean?”
“Oh no,” said Zach. “I like it best straight from a regular day’s living, or best of all, from anticipating me.”
“Exactly so!” said Tara. “I’m with you!”
Pam roused. “What, huh?”
A couple of weeks later, in Zach’s weekly therapy and sex session with Noa, they discussed the Pollinator position.
“After about a week, Ethan was overwhelmed,” Noa said.
“I can’t believe it. What guy could get tired of Stacy spreading her legs for him?” Zach asked rhetorically.
“You forget, Zach. Not many people of either gender have the kind of sex drive we do.”
“So should I do something about this?”
“No, no, the problem is already solved. I got Lee to take over as Pollinator.”
“Is that really going to work?”
“Now Zach, Lee has come a really long way since arriving on Mars. I’ve taught him a lot, and he’s been a very good and attentive student. I’d say his cunnilingus skills are right up there with yours. And his libido is peerless.”
“But his personal habits-”
“He’s been showering every day for some time. He has gotten in the habit since I sent him away to shower if he hasn’t. So he’s much cleaner, in better shape, teeth brushed. He’s really much more attractive to be intimate with.”
“If you say so.”
“Now look. The Garden Girls’ combined libido would kill most of these guys. Ethan was valiant, but the outcome was predictable. If not Lee, it would have to be you, and you’re too busy. Or it could be Lou, but he’s also too busy. Aarav or Tibs could do it, but one or more of the Garden Girls was a hard no. So it’s Lee.”
“Okay, I suppose… okay.”
“It’s true that he pops off quickly to begin with. But I taught him how to keep popping until everyone is satisfied. He’s gotten into better physical condition to support this. Plus, their choice takes a real load off my loins. Lately, Lee has needed me at least once in the morning and once at night to stay on track.”
Zach used part of his day off the next day to spy on the proceedings in the agriculture dome. He was able to hide discreetly in the bushes near the potting area. The Garden Girls had organized themselves nude on four low benches.
When Zach arrived, Lee was thrusting away between Stacy’s legs. Noa was right. The short man had trimmed down a little and was more muscular. He still whimpered like an excited virgin as he thrust like lightning. Stacy clearly enjoyed the attention. She had a nice moaning orgasm.
Shortly after Stacy’s orgasm, Lee finished with a squeal of pleasure. Like a shot, he was over to Charisse, who waved off more cunnilingus. They got going with the intercourse amidst mutual whimpers.
Aanya and Martha looked on as Lee whimpered and thrust like a madman in Charisse’s well-trained cunt. The man’s obvious pleasure appealed to Aanya. She smiled and parted her legs, awaiting Lee. Martha joined her.
Zach was glad he’d checked in on the five. The situation was good. Lee was obviously chuffed and doing a bang up job. The girls seemed happy and satisfied with his efforts. Lee was probably the least classically handsome man on Mars. However, what clearly mattered more to the Garden Girls was his desire for them. After all, women wanted most to be desired, and Lee’s desire was palpable and unrelenting.
Starting Scorpius the eighth, the push was on to inseminate both Pam and Irma. Their fertile time of the month had arrived. For the week, Khushi went back to her once a week night. Zach saw Irma every lunch hour and Pam every afternoon.
The Scorpius pregnancy party on Tuesday the seventeenth was far more boring than any previous one. It seemed Colleen had maybe put her foot down. The privacy curtain was deployed the entire time, so no peeing cunts were visible. Zach grinned, amused to see what would happen after next time when men stopped showing up to the event.
Anming and Pam were newly pregnant. Pam announced that Zach was the father of her baby. Alexis insisted that Anming reveal her baby daddy as well. Pressed, Anming revealed it was Lou. Dallas, who had been grinning, fumed and stalked out of the meeting.
Colleen and Alexis had serious issues with Lou, who was only a visitor, impregnating a colony woman. That discussion was taken offline.
After the pregnancy party broke up, Alexis drew Zach aside.
Zach said preemptively, “If you’re asking about attendance, in my opinion, the privacy curtain is a disaster.”
“I agree,” said Alexis, “but that’s not why I grabbed you.”
“Well then,” said Zach. “Dare I ask what I can do for you?”
“Anming is ready to come home,” said Alexis.
“That’s wonderful!” said Zach very honestly. “I miss her very much!”
“But first she must atone for her behavior,” said Alexis. “And before you start arguing it’s an open marriage, I get it, Zach. But you must know by now that Anming lives by her own strict system of rules. Not yours. Not mine. Hers. So strict, in fact, at times she has to commit one unforgivable sin to avoid another. This has happened. As, I believe, the final step in her atonement, she must confess all her crimes to you, her husband. I was chosen to facilitate.”
Anming silently joined Alexis without looking at Zach. The three of them proceeded in silence to an upstairs bedroom. The Breeding Bitches Saloon rented certain of these out by the hour.
Alexis shut and locked the door. “Stand there,” Alexis told Anming, indicating the foot of the bed. Anming stood at the foot of the bed as instructed.
To Zach, Alexis said, “You’re to be quiet during this entire proceeding. Nod if you understand.” He nodded. “Undress,” Alexis added. Zach did so.
“Don’t look away,” Alexis told Anming. Alexis lay back on the bed, lifted her faux red leather skirt, and spread her legs. Her cunt, as usual, was juicy and looked recently stimulated. “Now enter me, stud, and don’t hold back. I want her to get a really good look at her husband enjoying my cunt instead of hers.”
Zach reasoned it was better than watching Anming be whipped or something. His cock rose to the sight of Alexis’s wet, ready cunt. He got between Alexis’s legs and slipped his cock into her wet, ready cunt. With a grunt, Alexis engaged her cunt muscles as he began his sweeping strokes.
“Oh, babe, I’m cumming! Your husband feels so good in my cunt!” Alexis moaned. “I’m so happy he’s pounding my cunt instead of yours! Oh God! Another one! I haven’t had enough of his great big cock stretching me so nicely recently. Oh fuck, here comes another one! OH FUUUUCK!”
Alexis’s exhortations caused Anming to squirm like she did when she was feeling desperate for Zach’s touch. Seeing her so desperate for him gave him a thrill. He was concerned he would lose it and cum in Alexis’s cunt.
“Now recite your crimes,” Alexis moaned.
“My husband,” Anming stammered. “From our household, I went to the Breeding Bitches Saloon and stayed there. That first night, I cried tears of sadness and orgasm as Lou enjoyed my cunt and Aarav enjoyed my asshole at the same time.”
“How about it, Zach?” taunted Alexis. “Would you like to watch while your wife gets double teamed?”
Zach couldn’t hold it any longer. With a groan and a shudder, he orgasmed and ejaculated deeply into Alexis’s cunt.
“FUUUUCK!” Alexis squealed in orgasm. “Oh babe, your hubby lost it-- such a hot flood-- in my cunt! Continue your nasty confession!”
“For the next several days I was in bed constantly,” continued Anming. “Lou visited me often, sometimes alone, sometimes with other men.”
“That’s the spirit!” said Alexis to Zach, who was pounding her again. “Oh yeah, getting close again… so Lou, you said, sweetheart? Who else?”
“Often Lee waited excitedly outside my door,” Anming confessed. “After another man finished and left, he would rush in and eat the semen out of my cunt. Then he would have me both vaginally and anally. Handling Lee was a shared task around the saloon, like sweeping the floors. I never refused him the use of my debased cunt and asshole for licking or intercourse.”
“UHNNNN!” Alexis orgasmed. Zach was lasting longer this time. “Continue your story, sweetheart.”
“It was then that Alexis got the idea for an auction to impregnate me,” Anming continued. “Leading up to my fertile week, along with Lou, Aarav, and Lee, I had Kayaan, Kiaan, Manish, and Tibs, who became a regular. Oh, and Jules. And who else? Yes Lyuben.”
“YYEESS!!” Alexis climaxed. “Yes, keep going!” She was talking both to Anming and Zach.
“Then the auction came,” Anming said. “You know what happened, since you were there, but I will say it. Dallas bought my cunt for my fertile week and creamed me right there on the stage. For the next week, Dallas was at me constantly. I was too sore to see other men. I don’t think he meant to be insulting. He’s just uncultured.”
“After my week servicing Dallas’s perversions, I returned to my regular men: Lee, Lou, Aarav, and Tibs. Occasionally one of the other men I’d seen would drop by. I spread my legs for them always.”
“When it was announced tonight it was Lou’s child, I was relieved,” said Anming. “I know he’s not allowed to impregnate anyone. I don’t want to terminate the pregnancy and go through this hell again.”
“Now sweetheart,” said Alexis, “I was watching closely. You can’t claim it was hell. You orgasmed repeatedly for every man who had you, the rougher the better.”
“Even so,” said Anming. “It was a kind of hell, since I was not with my husband.”
At this, watching Anming shudder with lust, Zach groaned and jetted a second time deep in Alexis’s cunt.
Anming’s confession concluded, Zach dressed. They left Alexis and walked silently together back to Trigonometry. Anming didn’t seem to want to talk. Zach wanted to give her whatever space she needed.
When they arrived home, the wives had questions. Colleen asked, “So, what did you think of Dallas?”
Anming thought a moment and said, “If I ever again hear a man cry out ‘mommy!’ as he releases his cream into me, just euthanize me, please.”
The problem of Anming’s extraplanetary pregnancy was soon answered. Lou announced the next day he would be staying permanently on Mars.
(To be continued)
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101: Sunday, Scorpius 22, 232. 1500 hours: Agatha
“Noa, it’s always such a pleasure.”
“Have a seat, Zach,” said Noa, shutting the door to her office, which doubled as her bedroom. “Yes, right there on the bed as usual. Now, are you still seeing Siri?”
“I would say about weekly, along with Lava,” Zach replied.
“How does that work?” asked Noa.
“Well, Lava’s eight months pregnant, so she usually goes once, then falls asleep.”
“Details, Zach.”
“For example, this last time, I started with Siri in missionary. She was sopping wet when I arrived, so she was ready to go right away. Lava is not feeling so sexy these days, but she gets there. I had her lie down above Siri’s head and spread her legs. That way, I could thrust into Siri while eating Lava out. Both women orgasmed repeatedly. I ejaculated twice into Siri before switching.”
“I see,” Noa moaned. Her dress was up her thighs. Her pen hand idly brushed across her panties. “Then you had Lava?”
“Yes, from behind on her knees, for her one time. I lasted, though. Siri got under us both and tongued Lava’s clit as I did it. Lava came several times. So she got her release. She fell asleep afterwards. Siri and I continued.”
“Siri is on birth control, so she’s still thin,” said Noa. “All your wives are getting huge with pregnancy. Is it good to have a thin woman like Siri, like me, for a change?”
“I just want my wives to be comfortable.”
“I know, Zach. Let me put it this way. What do you like about taking a woman to bed who’s not hugely pregnant?”
“Oh. I like the positions we can do. I like how deep I can penetrate in all those positions. Yes, those things are good.”
“Yeah,” Noa whimpered.
“But I like how horny all my pregnant wives are, and that special glow they have.”
“You’re a nice man, Zach,” said Noa. She straightened up and adjusted her clothes. “So Anming recently came back. How has that been?”
“She’s worried I’ll knock the baby out, so she limits me to one time a day. I haven’t missed my daily run at her yet since she’s been back.”
“Details, Zach, details.”
“She always begs me to go in her ass, she says for the baby’s sake. She got a lot more used to anal and being double teamed during her Breeding Bitches time. She’s always prepared. Sometimes I do as she says, and sometimes I just need her cunt.”
“How does it feel being back in Anming’s cunt and giving her a lively hard fucking?”
“Oh, better than anything! Her whimpers and cries are glorious. She curses me for endangering the baby, which it doesn’t, before and after. I don’t care.”
“I heard at the pregnancy party you knocked up Pam,” said Noa. “How was that?”
“It was great,” said Zach. “Both Pam and Tara say I’m welcome in their bed any time, to be with Pam. Tara likes to watch us and masturbate.”
“Does Tara do it on the sly, or?” Noa asked. Her pen hand slyly crept down to twiddle her clit through her panties.
“She doesn’t mind me watching,” said Zach. “We got so that I would do Pam from behind on our sides. Tara faced us to watch Pam’s full naked excitement while I watched hers. It was wonderful.”
“I know you like that naked masturbating orgasming forbidden fruit,” Noa sighed. She was getting close to orgasming on the flicking barrel of her pen.
“I do,” said Zach. Watching Noa, he was hard as a rock.
Watching him, Noa saw his urgency. “Well, perhaps we can relieve some of your...”
“Yes, please,” said Zach.
Noa stood and yanked down her panties. As soon as Zach pulled down his pants and boxer briefs sufficiently, she was on him, copiously wet. With a deep moan of satisfaction, she sat on his entire length, her giant breasts bobbing. Her face suffused with joy. He felt her vagina tighten and flutter in orgasm, her first of many as she rode.
Soon enough, Zach was close. He rolled them over so he was on top and thrust deeply with a satisfied grunt. Noa moaned in orgasm, sensing Zach was close. Cock moving like a piston, Zach drove excitedly towards his limit. “RAAAAAHH!!”
With a keening wail and a thrust of her bosom, Noa writhed in orgasm. She felt his hot flood suffuse her.
As if from a dream, they came to their senses. “Now where were we?” Noa asked matter-of-factly. “Oh yes,” she muttered, as everything started leaking, “A towel.” She grabbed one off the bedside to catch the balance of Zach’s product as he dismounted.
Zach thought Noa looked beautiful. She lay on the bed fully clothed except for panties on one ankle and skirt up in disarray. One hand pressed a towel between her legs. Her face had a look that was both horny and heavy-lidded with satisfaction.
“That’s better,” said Zach.
“You’re so welcome any time, Zachary,” said Noa. He knew she called him Zachary when she was especially horny for him. This was going to be an interesting session.
Zach’s life continued as it had with two notable exceptions. The first was the birth of Margaret, Martha’s baby girl, who she mostly called Peggy, on the twelfth. This birth was surrounded by other colony births. Lava had Dallas’s baby girl on the tenth and named her Texas. She liked the sound of US states. Sandra had Kiaan’s baby girl on the thirteenth. Since she was pushing forty, Sandra decided to name her Miracle.
The other notable exception in Zach’s life was the communication he received from Agatha Reddy. She was the pale young brown-haired commander of Mars Colony Mission Two, such as it had been. The talk of the colony was that she would soon marry Homer Jamal, the fit black miner.
Even so, it seemed that every evening, he received a photo of Agatha very pregnant, spread, and wet. She looked glorious. Or perhaps he got a short video of her masturbating and cumming on her vibrator. “What prompted this?” he would text back.
“Do you want to fuck this pussy?” she would ask, or some variation of same.
Perhaps it was a body image thing. Zach didn’t mind. He thought she looked hot. “Assuredly,” Zach would always answer, and ask, “When?”
“Soon,” would come the cryptic answer. “Get ready.”
At the end of one puzzling exchange, Agatha made a request. “Homer and I are getting married. Will you be Homer’s best man?”
“Sure,” Zach answered. Would this put an end to her flirting? Only time would tell.
Things progressed along these lines until Alexis’s colony-wide Vrishika pregnancy party. Since Vrishika was the last month of the Martian year, Alexis decreed that the winter holiday would fall on the twenty-fifth of that month. This made Alexis’s pregnancy party the colony’s semi-official holiday celebration.
Lights and fake fir trees filled the Breeding Bitches Saloon. Alexis herself was dressed in a faux red leather miniskirt ensemble edged with fake fur. This included a pointy leather hat edged and topped with more fake fur. She looked like an exceedingly nasty Santa except without the white beard.
Michaela, Colette, and the Garden Girls joined Alexis in wearing identical green elf miniskirt outfits. Aanya was behind the bar with Ethan serving drinks.
Few men were in attendance due to the re-introduction of the privacy screen for the Scorpius party. The women were having a marvelous time, though.
Alexis waved Zach over. “Do I even want to know?” Zach asked as he approached her.
“Loosen up, Zach,” she said. “This is my Christmas present from me to you. Sit here.” She had him sit on the floor behind the privacy curtain. His nose was less than two feet away from the edge of the raised potty sitting on the stage.
Ayana, also dressed like an elf, stood to the side of the potty and smirked at him. “Feeling lucky yet? Don’t worry, I get it. I like watching, too.”
As he was thinking and hoping what this implied, Aanya appeared behind the curtain. “Hi Zachary.” She sat on the potty, lifted the hem of her faux green leather miniskirt, and sprayed away. She wore no panties. Back spray beaded on her nether lips, crumpled together.
Ayana leaned in for a sample. Zach felt a light smattering of moisture from Aanya’s pee spray waft across his face. It was a fresh smell.
“Whew, all those drinks behind the bar,” Aanya commented with a little embarrassment. “That’s a relief. Hmm.” Her flow trickled to a halt. “So do you like it, Zach?” she asked, spreading her cunt wide with both hands. “Do you still like it?” Her dark inner lips parted to display the wet pinkness of her inner sanctum.
“I do,” answered Zach in a trance. “Very much.”
“All right, move along,” prompted Ayana. Aanya stood up, smoothed down her miniskirt, and left.
There followed a parade of peeing pussies, a cavalcade of captivating cunts and the captivating women who owned them. He asked Agatha to clarify her communications, but she wouldn’t.
A dozen women later, Minna showed up. Zach was obviously hugely erect in his pants. Minna was back to being shy at so close a range. “I’m only doing this because Alexis asked and it’s nothing you haven’t already seen,” she commented.
Glancing down at his concealed urgent tool, Sandra commented, “I’m so happy with Grant, but mmm, looks tasty, Zach.”
Sanya also commented, “What a tool you have.”
Beautiful blonde Sierra kept her comments to herself but looked at it longingly. Since her divorce from Dallas, she’d been keeping to herself. She hadn’t accepted multiple invitations to dinner at Trigonometry. He looked at her cute pink pussy with equal longing as she spread it for him and pissed.
The women were all used to showing their cunts, so there was little resistance to showing him. All in all, it was one of the best Christmas presents he’d ever received.
A few days after the pregnancy party, amid the same decorations, the wedding was held. Homer and Agatha were a beautiful couple, dressed very formally. Agatha was huge, being eight months pregnant with Kayaan’s child. Colleen performed the ceremony. Alexis, or should I say Bitch Kringle, was the maid of honor. All her elves were bridesmaids. Zach was the best man. There were no groomsmen.
After the lovely ceremony, Agatha pulled Zach aside. “Thank you again for being our best man.”
“No trouble,” replied Zach.
“Look,” said Agatha, “we have a little thank you gift for you back at our place. Will you come with?”
“Sure, but I’m fine just getting it tomorrow,” said Zach. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“Oh Zach,” said Agatha, “You wouldn’t be intruding. And it would be another detail taken care of.”
“I understand the feeling.”
The three chatted amicably about the ceremony as they walked to the apartment Agatha shared with Homer.
When they arrived, Agatha said, “Come in. Have a drink.”
Since it was their day, it wouldn’t be polite for Zach to decline.
Sitting across from Homer and Agatha, Zach sipped his drink. As they talked, Agatha took off her veil. Then she unbuttoned her dress, explaining, “It’s so stuffy!” They conversed on. Agatha reached under her long skirt, fussed around, and produced her white lacy panties. Zach studiously ignored this detail as they continued to talk. Agatha hiked the front of her dress up and spread her legs, displaying her neatly shaved wet snatch. “I want you to go first, Zach.”
“Pardon?” Zach stammered.
“What, you thought I was kidding with all that flirting? Don’t tell me that now, in person, you no longer want this pussy.”
“No, I want it,” Zach admitted. “It’s just that it’s your wedding night.”
“That’s right, it’s MY wedding night,” said Agatha. “Tell him, Homer.”
“She’s been planning this,” said Homer.
“Are you okay with this?” asked Zach.
“Absolutely,” said Homer. “What Agatha wants, Agatha gets. Zach, I’ll get plenty of turns. I want to make this evening exciting for my new wife. And I want to thank you for being my best man.”
“Come feel our thanks,” Agatha encouraged, lifting her legs and bending her knees.
Zach’s choices were dwindling. Either he could leave, or his rigid cock would burst the seam on his poorly measured and hastily manufactured pair of groomsman’s pants. He stood and shimmied out of them, along with his boxer briefs.
Agatha hefted Zach’s cock in one delicate hand. “I’d heard tales, but oh Lord,” she said.
“Wreck her, Zach,” Homer encouraged.
With a low moan from Agatha, Zach worked his way into slippery hole. She was still tight as a drum despite her being only five weeks out from her due date. She grunted, grimaced, and puffed as he worked his cock in deeper and deeper. “Are you enjoying this?”
“Oh yes,” Agatha whimpered. “I’m about to cum. I’m cumming!” Her face and upper body flushed as she strained under him in orgasm. Breathing hard, she said, “You can cum any time, Zach.”
“I had sex with Colleen just before the ceremony,” said Zach. “It might take a while.”
“I’m cumming again!” Agatha whimpered, legs shaking.
Zach could feel the strong pulses of her tight wet cunt. “I think you’ll have an easy birth,” he grunted.
Zach continued through several more Agnes orgasms, becoming faster, more forceful, and more eager to cum with each stroke. Finally, “RRAAAHH!!” he climaxed, thrust deep. His ejaculate burst out and filled her to overflowing.
“I-I’m cumming again!” Agatha whimpered. Then all was quiet.
When Zach withdrew, his semen splashed all over Agatha’s thighs and the back of her wedding dress.
Before he could take a step back, Homer’s face was between them, licking it up.
Agatha moaned as she felt Homer’s tongue on her. “Yes, get it all! You’re going to make me cum again, darling!”
Zach hastily dressed and left, leaving them to their private moment.
(To be continued)