Founders Ch. 24

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. "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)