Founders Ch. 68

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.