Founders Ch. 61

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.