Founders Ch. 69

Without delay, Zach thrust into Colleen and began taking his pleasure. After only a moment, she orgasmed spectacularly and kept orgasming. Over the next while, he creampied her twice without stopping as she continued to shake with intense orgasms. He got the vibrator out from its hiding place under the flowers of the dining table centerpiece. She teased her vulva with it excitedly as he penetrated her anus, her copious juices easily slicking the way. She spun up into an even higher level of orgasms. Even though he had just ejaculated in her twice, the pulsing tightness of her anal sphincter swiftly drove him to a third crisis. He barked and grunted as his overtaxed balls squeezed everything they had left, one good squirt, deep into her rectum.

Colleen was semi-comatose, resting head and torso on the table. He saw the look of serenity on her face. It seemed to him that the guilt over her arousal at her delicate research had been alleviated. He gently patted a clean towel on her and gently pulled up her panties to hold it in place. Now she didn't have to fuss over herself. He arranged himself, washed off the vibrator, wiped their drips off the floor.

Zach returned to his meal, gazing at the stunning Colleen drifting further into slumber. Her job had been beyond crazy before this other thing had blown up. He ate as quietly as possible. By the time he had finished the meal, she was fast asleep and snoring gently. He put some plastic wrap over the rest of her meal and put it in the fridge. Quietly, he tidied up around her. He read some medical journals there at the table with her, wanting to stay close.

There were a few hours of her crashed asleep on the table and him reading next to her. He figured it was time for bed. Gently, he lifted her in his arms. She roused and kissed him as he carried her to bed. He undressed her. He made love to her a couple more times where she fully roused, made noise, had orgasms. Then they both fell into a deep sleep.

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The week starting Monday November 9 was designated a Becky week by Trigonometry. "Is this practical?" he asked Colby when she called to inform him of the plan.

"Do you think we don't check, baby?" Colby chuckled. "She's playing hooky from her dating service. It's all arranged. Now, go cripple that bitch. Sic 'em!" Colby's attitude continued to concern him. It would hold until after launch, though. Colleen didn't need more to worry about at the moment.

At work, Zach became Colleen's unofficial quartermaster, freeing her from overseeing those duties. He ran around base, visually checking and confirming various supplies and shipments. He was already good at logistics. Although technically it was not doctor stuff, anything that alleviated Colleen at this point was very much his business.

Zach felt so natural welcoming Becky to stay at his place for the week. They'd done this for years. Other women had recently been in there organizing things their way. First thing, the entire apartment was reorganized back to the Becky way. She didn't ask permission. She knew he knew women had to do this. He didn't resist or question it. He was no dummy.

Despite needing things organized her way, Becky was open to the ever-evolving traditions of Trigonometry. She had been wearing her choker proudly. It was the talk of the courthouse, the mystery of what Becky's choker meant. As soon as Zach arrived for dinner, Becky stood up and bent over the dining table. With a grin, she dropped her panties and flipped up her little hentai schoolgirl skirt. "I heard about the new rule," she giggled, "Fish taco appetizer!"

"It's usually the dessert course, but I'll take it now, thanks!" Zach said. Becky was wet and ready, perhaps having greatly anticipated this nasty new tradition. He pushed into her without delay. "Oh! I've missed you so much!" he marveled.

"Me too," Becky breathed. "I feel our baby growing inside me." She was panting, her excitement growing rapidly.

Over the week, their lovemaking grew more fervent than ever before. They were on the honeymoon they would never have.

Around the middle of the week, they were walking through downtown in the evening. Becky spotted one of her suitors, quite a tall and handsome fellow, though older. He had poor eyesight as well, apparently. They ducked into an alleyway without being spotted and had a good laugh about it. Becky knew her dating service had figured out she was breaking the rules. She would deal with it later, she said. Their blissful week continued. They tried not to think about the future much except to talk about the baby.

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The week starting November 16, Michaela was again fertile, but Colby put her foot down. "I need my week with my man," she stated in no uncertain terms. "You can let that Bulgarian skank waste more of your sperm in your own free time," she told him. And so that's the way it was.

Michaela was a pessimistic person under normal circumstances. These were incredibly trying circumstances for her. Zach did not try to cheer her up. Nothing could be more apt to get Michaela fighting mad. Despite her pessimism, she kept their dates and did what she could. He knew she would. Their dates were not as playful as they once were. They were not grim, they had fun, but the whole matter had an air of desperation about it.

Zach and Colby were having the best of mock-monogamous relationships. Later in the week, in the evening, Zach was reading a medical journal. Splash, all over his face, chest, and journal! He sputtered out of his reverie to see that Colby had bared her tits and given him both barrels. Oh no, it was an impish Colby, now armed with built-in colostrum squirt guns!

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November 23rd was Anming's week. At the end of their first dinner together, when Zach put his fork down, Anming reacted immediately. Even though she had a few bites left, she stood up and bent over the table. She rested her head and torso on the table, squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. He rose, and she whimpered in fear and excitement. He knew she anticipated and wanted his attentions. But he also knew that as soon as he touched his mouth to her lady parts, she would object. She felt obligated to call it dirty and disgusting. "Can we just stipulate that what I'm about to do to you is dirty and disgusting? Can we be done with the running commentary?"

"My husband?" she whimpered, confused.

"Should I gag you? Is that how I solve this problem?" asked Zach.

"Please, no, my husband," said Anming.

"Then what? I'm well aware you think it's disgusting for me to put my mouth on your vulva," said Zach. "Message delivered. May we move on, or do you have to say it every time?"

"It's not me," argued Anming. "Society thinks it disgusting. You, when you were a child, would have thought it disgusting. It's objectively disgusting."

"I agree," said Zach. "When I was eight, if someone had told me that later in life I would suck on a girl's hoo-hoo, I would have said, 'EW!'. Now do we have to belabor this point between us?"

"But it's dirty," Anming argued. "There are many germs, as you well know."

"I well know that any moist surface on or slightly in a human is covered in bacteria. But there are good and bad bacteria. With healthy humans like us, good bacteria greatly predominate," Zach said. "With strangers, one must take great care. But with lovers like us, we basically share all the same germs. Even our immune systems are intertwined. So, 'dirty'? I don't think so. Not unless it's dirty for me to touch my tongue to the roof of my own mouth."

Anming was silent.

"So will you please stop?" asked Zach.

Anming seemed to be having an internal battle. Finally, she said, "Yes, my husband."

Zach walked around the table, got on his knees behind Anming, and pulled down her Capri pants and panties together. She had a bit of crust in her panties. "Mmm, looks like you might have been thinking of me."

"Michaela likes to tease me now," said Anming.

"Tease you?" asked Zach.

"Ever since... hmm... that week... she describes how you most recently... hmm... tried in her. She talks about the number and strength of her... hmm... moments. And she also describes your... hmm... finishes, with volume estimates in milliliters. She makes disgusting sound effects and hand gestures. She laughs and insists that I blush when she tells me these things."

"Should I speak to her about her behavior?" asked Zach.

"Please don't, my husband," said Anming. "I only speak of it because yes, I have been thinking of you. Thinking... hmm... it's better by far than she describes."

"Thank you," said Zach. "That's such a sweet thing to say. I try to please you. I love you to the ends of the Earth."

"It's accurate, my husband," Anming said. "I'm not... no. I am perfect as I am. I love you with all of myself. Aah! Rrr!" Zach dove in and tasted Anming's sweet fragrant vulva that spoke of her day and layers of anticipation. She was making new noises, he suspected, to stave off her usual automatic complaints about dirty and disgusting. Old habits were hard to break, and she wouldn't be perfect. Zach felt so grateful to have Anming.

For the almost the first time, their lovemaking was devoid of Anming's complaints. It was as devoid of words as it had been their first few times together. Then, she had been too timid to say practically anything. This time between them was serene and energetic. Anming made her sounds of joy and satisfaction. When he could hold back no more, Zach made joyful and satisfied sounds as he finished in her.

The rest of their evening passed with barely a word passing between them. There was no need to talk. Anming mulled over her equations, and Zach studied his medical journals. When he deemed it time for bed, he lifted her from her chair and carried her to bed. There was no need for Zach to fruitlessly coax or cajole or for Anming to complain and resist. Zach undressed her and made love to her. The only noises from her were ones of pleasure and release. He finished in her vagina twice and then excitedly lubed her anus. He asked her, "Would you use a vibrator to help your pleasure while I use this part?" He was rubbing a lubed finger into her anus.

"No, my husband," Anming replied. "Use me as you wish, and I will gladly serve."

It seemed they were speaking at cross purposes. Zach deemed it a discussion for another day and proceeded without the vibrator, twice. Despite Anming's stated intention merely to serve, she had more than a couple powerful orgasms. Not nearly as many as vaginally, but more profound. Maybe her earlier response was just her polite way of saying she preferred to do without the vibrator.

As the week continued, their relationship got ever more serene. Zach was sure she was speaking to Ayana and her therapist about these things. They were being helpful. She seemed at all times to remember that she was worthy of love and capable. It seemed that the discipline must be working, too. He never saw any marks on her body. Nothing but the occasional bruise she may have gotten just by bumping against her desk. She did come to the dinner table wetter on a few days. Sometimes her bottom looked a bit spanked. This could just be Michaela's teasing and sitting in a hard chair, though. He didn't want to make anything up. Whatever regimen was working, and that's all he cared about.

Anming seemed more confident and joyful than ever during their quiet times together. When he wanted her, he would quietly take her. He would then wipe and restore her to more or less her former state unless it was bedtime. She never fought or complained any more. They always had great joy in their lovemaking and made great sounds together. He felt calm, quiet, happy and satisfied like never before.

The only time they spoke one evening was when Anming asked, "What size is our baby?"

"Our baby is about the size of an almond," answered Zach.

At this answer, Anming smiled and re-engaged with her equations.

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Every week, Zach mock-raped Aanya in the mud. Charisse almost always slyly watched them and masturbated. By now she knew that he knew she was peeping and didn't care. In fact, he thought it was pretty hot. Aanya didn't seem to notice. Since Aarav left town, she and Zach had increased the frequency of their mock-rapes in the mud to three times a week. As they were washing the mud off themselves one afternoon, Zach asked, "What's going on with Aarav?"

"He's history for both of us," said Aanya dully. Presumably she meant her and Khushi.

"How's it going with Khushi?" asked Zach.

"We're close now," said Aanya. "She's been sending men at me, perhaps by way of apology. Some of them have been interesting."

"Well, that sounds positive," said Zach. "Are you going to do a week with me?" he asked, given the new Trigonometry plan.

"Not until after launch," Aanya replied. Zach was fine with that. Three times a week was enough of her for him in the short term. He'd rather she explored as long as she stayed safe. He knew she would stay safe.

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On the last day of November, which fell on a Monday, Colleen was supposed to take Zach over from Anming. At lunch, Colleen had a different idea. "You and I have the rest of our lives together," she said. "You should really spend your last two weeks on Earth with Becky."

"You are a treasure," said Zach. "I'll do my best to repay you."

"You already are, quartermaster," said Colleen. "We'll figure the rest out on the way."

His kissed her passionately right there in the lunch place. People noticed it. Reporters probably noticed it. He didn't care.

Becky scrambled to rearrange her schedule. Her dating service sent her a nastygram saying they were firing her as a client if she didn't desist. Becky said, "Fuck 'em. They're going to break a contract with a lawyer? I don't think so. I'll pay them some money after you're gone and they'll calm right down."

"What about the suitors?" Zach asked.

"If they're not patient and persistent enough to survive on their own for two weeks, they're not for me," said Becky.

Becky and Zach spent a romping fun two weeks together until launch. They didn't think about anyone but each other and the baby. They didn't think about any time but the present.

The most surprising thing that happened was that Anming married Becky in a civil ceremony. It took about an hour at the courthouse. Zach found out about it afterwards. At first, Zach was very confused, and all Anming would say was, "Because we are both Trigonometry, we were already married. We just made it official." He started to see the reason of it quickly, though. Among the crew, only Ayana, Colette, and Anming had no relatives to come to the sendoff. Only blood relatives and legally married spouses could attend the ceremony. Colette was already legally married and wanted to stay that way. Ayana was concerned about offending Khushi. This didn't prevent her from making all kinds of raunchy jokes about a wedding night with Becky, though. Anming was the most logical choice, being part of Trigonometry. Plus, Anming really wanted to piss off the Chinese government, and boy did she ever!

Notes of gratitude and condolence came to Becky from every member of both crews.

Anming said a beautiful thing at her civil ceremony with Becky. Zach saw the whole thing on video afterwards. "We will all carry Becky with us in our hearts forever. I'm so happy we're officially wed."

Jason, Aiden, and Ethan sent a nice card. Mateo sent a separate, more personal message. The part Becky would let Zach see said, "I regret not being able to get to know you better." Reciprocal oral sex seemed plenty thorough enough knowledge to Zach, but he was biased.

Colette sent a card that said, "I know what it is to leave the one you love best behind forever. Be assured that you will continue to be loved and missed deeply. Flowers caught in amber never fade."

Colleen let the gift of the extra week speak for itself, and sent a card that simply said, "Enjoy."

Michaela's card said, "Restrain yourself from strangling the little crying and pooping monster when it comes out. We don't want to have to fly all the way back to Earth to knock you up a second time."

Khushi sent Becky two pairs of adorable baby booties, one pink and one blue.

Ayana sent a card that said, "But for prior commitments, I would have reveled in teaching you the heights of sapphic ecstasy that you can now only imagine in your wildest dreams. Talk to your dating service! Maybe you can still cross this off your list. XOXOXO" This enclosed with Khushi's baby booties.

Charisse sent Becky her collection of crystals of all shapes, sizes, and colors, solemnly informing her they were good for her baby.

Aanya sent Becky a toe ring.

Alexis sent Becky a book entitled, "Speed Dating for Predators: How to Land Any Man in 30 Minutes or Less." The title page had a note from Alexis, "With deepest respect from one predator to another."

Colby gave Becky her stunning geodesic dome vacation home that Zach and the wives had once used as a retreat. This was an exorbitant gift, but not really from Colby's perspective. The house and all the surrounding land were valued at twenty-three million dollars. Colby was worth billions. Her note enclosed with the deed said, "I wanted this place I love to go to a person I love. Enjoy it."

Berte's card read simply, "Sorry! Love ya."

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Zach's goodbye with Emma was poignant but brief. They had both known it was coming for some time. They gave each other one last long hug and promised they would email. Maybe they even would.

To wrap up his time with Beatrice, she made him lunch at her place. Eric arrived to join them. Beatrice broke the news that she was pregnant. She didn't know which of them was the father.

The doctors had told the couple it would be a miracle if Beatrice ever got pregnant. The problem was a congenital malformation of the fallopian tubes, a birth defect that prevented her eggs from being fertilized. They could have gotten some of her eggs surgically removed and done in vitro fertilization, but had decided against it.

The couple was beyond overjoyed that Beatrice was pregnant. They would let Zach know who was the biological father, but they didn't want anything from him. Regardless, Eric would raise the baby as his own.

(To be continued)