Founders Ch. 48

"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)