Founders Ch. 10

10: Monday, July 13, 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 towards 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 towards 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)