Founders Ch. 82

82: Friday, Mesha 20, 231. 0200 hours OST: Reentry Heat

The next day, Zach took Aanya with him on his rounds. They used Berte's scheduling system. It kept them on schedule checking their crewmates. It gave him sufficient time to rest between the women who expected sex. It gave him enough extra stamina to make love to the few more women who decided on the spot. Aanya stayed with him and masturbated happily as she watched him take her crewmates. They had enough time left over to check in on all of Aanya's beloved bacterial, mold, and fungal cultures.

Zach's Friday recreation time and sleep schedule belonged to Colby. She did him a great favor by coordinating with his graveyard sleep schedule as much as she could. She was used to napping at all hours, anyway. She was still wakeful during the sleep cycle since it was during her usual daytime hours. She tried to lay there with Zach and Colette and quietly read, but she could only be so quiet.

Zach felt her presence near him strongly, even while asleep. He woke up more often than usual. Sometimes he found himself already pressing or thrusting his straining erection against her as he awakened. By the time he was awake, he was impossibly urgent. His loving was quick, fierce, and passionate, almost a continuation of the dream state. Colette often roused, especially near the end, and fingered herself gently as she watched.

Colby found it gratifying, but exhausting. Zach seemed to desperately crave her that night. She felt good about giving herself to him. She switched to reading erotica and vibed herself to a climax here and there. Thus she stayed prepared and juicy for his next fierce needy ravaging. He was like clockwork that sleep cycle. It was comforting, his fierce sleepy lust for her. It made her worry less that her time with Jason and Mateo was eroding her relationship with Zach.

Resting cuddled between Colby and Colette, Zach asked, "Have you confessed to Jason?"

"No," said Colby.

"Time is running out."

"I'm aware."

Colby went on his Saturday rounds with him. Berte's scheduling system used the Latin phrase "Coitus post consultatio." It indicated tastefully when their crewmate wanted a good solid railing to accompany her wellness visit. When Colby saw this come up, she either stayed behind to help a crewmate or went ahead to visit with her next crewmate. It was disturbing to see how often this came up in his schedule. It would be even more disturbing for her to stand there and watch him do it. It amazed her that he could be at her all night and then do something like this the next day.

Saturday recreation and sleep cycles were Aanya's. To celebrate her recovery, Zach had long planned an elaborate mock-rape for her. At his command, she spoke to the mining crew about her penchant for mock-rape. She believed he merely wanted to embarrass and humiliate her. The mining crew learned that Aanya consented to and enjoyed these mock-rapes. Secretly, he enlisted their help.

Zach started Aanya's mock-rape by binding her and carrying her to Storage Room B5. He tied her legs apart, gagged her, and blindfolded her. Then the men arrived. Each of the five of them enjoyed Aanya at least once in her vagina and once in her anus. When Zach wasn't participating directly, he whipped her, extending her orgasms, or choked her, bringing them about.

Aanya quivered in orgasm frequently and made guttural animal sounds through her gag. Blindfolded, she didn't know which man or men were taking her. It was a blur of thrusting dicks, sending her to new heights of mock-rape abandon. She had never imagined a mock-rape could feel or be so disgustingly perverted. She could feel the semen spill out of her holes constantly as she was railed. She was in heaven.

Monday Mesha 23 was Anming's first night with Zach on Colby's new schedule. She came over and slept with him and Colette. She gritted her teeth and handled his virility all sleep cycle, orgasming too many times. Although he'd been checking in with her daily, they both missed sleeping with each other. It was challenging for her, but she'd truly missed being overdosed by his savage loving virility.

The next day, they both had their own duties to perform. Anming could not accompany him on his rounds. She had work to do with Michaela.

He couldn't keep his appointment schedule purring along so well without an assistant. Embarrassingly, he dropped in on Colby at an inopportune time. Mateo was there. It was obvious they had been in the middle of something. Their clothes were hastily thrown on. Mateo was obviously hard in his pants as he left them. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she didn't need lube for the speculum. She was gushing wet. He apologized for the intrusion as soon as the exam was over and left hastily.

-----

Zach was anxious to see Colleen again. The day her requested waiting period was up, he called her at 6 AM. He knew she always woke up on the dot.

She answered, "Carson? Oh... yes. You've been waiting patiently, haven't you, lover? You must have missed me, to be calling me at the earliest possible moment. I'm so sorry to have made you wait, Zach." It sounded like she covered her phone hastily. Zach heard her in the background saying, "No, you have to leave. No..." Then she returned to the phone. "Just give me a few minutes to wake up, lover. I'll see you at 6:30." She closed the call.

Zach felt a bit hurt or jealous from the exchange. He tried to be philosophical about it. Colleen was a woman who liked a little spice on the side. The terms of their open marriage were well-suited to this. She demonstrated her long term commitment to him with her huge belly, swollen with their child. These other men, he knew darn well she didn't prefer them. It was just that they were all about to disappear, probably for good. No more spice on the side for at least two years, for her or any of the women. In this context, Colleen's behavior made perfect sense.

Zach was sure there was a feeding frenzy for the mining crew among his crewmates. It was only eleven days until the colony crew landed at their base south of Mons Olympus. The mining crew were headed instead for a landing site just south of Elysium Mons, forty-six hundred kilometers to the east. It was unplanned and unlikely that the two crews would meet in the seven hundred and eighty days they would share on the surface of Mars.

Zach knocked on Colleen's hatch at 6:30 as requested. She answered it naked, let him in, and shut and locked the hatch. They kissed. The room stunk of her excitement and a whiff of semen. She rubbed her hands on him as he undressed. She did it as if she missed him. He was being too hard on her, and on himself. She probably really did miss him. He needed to lighten up.

"I'm looking forward to settling down on Mars with you, Zach," Colleen told him, looking deep in his eyes. "You know that's what I want." She had evidently picked up on his sourness and assumed correctly he felt abused by her. "It's the right thing to do, but it's hard to be apart from you so much," she said. "Anytime you're feeling lonely, you call me, okay?"

"Okay," he said. He didn't know quite what to say to that, but he figured it was a safe answer.

They kissed again. As soon as his pants fell, she stroked and pumped his half-erect cock with one hand. She stole some slick goop from her overflowing pussy, her own mixed with somebody else's. She stroked it onto his cock to masturbate it slickly. She got down on her knees and put some of his penis in her mouth. As she tongued him, she expertly stroked his shaft with her hands. She was getting to be a better cocksucker. She'd been getting a lot of practice, he guessed.

She fell back on the bed and opened her arms and legs. "I'm ready for you, lover."

He got down on his haunches and sidled his face up to her vulva.

"I'm already ready."

"Berte insists, you understand."

Colleen nodded and looked away, blushing. "In that case, go ahead."

She smelled and tasted like a skanky, slutty, sweaty version of Colleen compared to the usual clean one. She hadn't had a chance to shower between men. He tasted the semen, fairly invisible on the outside, but still coating her vaginal entrance. It was kind of voyeuristic, and he felt himself harden. Colleen was quiet, flushed. That, too, was a turn on. So strange that a thing could be so disturbing to him on one level, and yet, a turn-on.

What was healthy was to talk about it. "My attitude is uncalled for," he told her. "I'm trying to correct it."

"It's my fault, Zach. I cut you off. You were hurt. I was selfish."

"I'm the one who's being selfish."

"Shut up while I explain this. To me, Zach, sex with you is an addiction. It's so fucking pleasurable I can't get enough of it. I want it badly, and I want it all night long. But like all addictions, there's a downside. I climb out of bed the next morning with a very tender crotch and usually a very tender anus. I walk around like a cripple, and don't even want to think about sex. If another man approaches me during that time, I want to choke him before emphatically telling him no."

"I wish I didn't hurt you. It's not my intention. Perhaps more lube?"

"You don't get it, Zach. The pain of it, the punch of it, is part of it for me. The incredible pressure. The incredible force deep in my vulnerable insides. It does something profound to me, Zach. Especially up the ass. I've had a lot of men in my ass, but none of them come close. It's not your size, or shape, or athleticism per se. It's all that and the love as well. I feel your love coursing through me-"

"-I really do love you, Colleen." His eyes filled with tears.

"I know you do, lover. I feel your love coursing through me, and your childlike delight in me, enjoyment of me. All those hearts and rose petals coupled with the extreme force throughout my body just does something indescribable and, like I said, addictive.

"I'm very busy right now, with limited recreation and sleep time. You know I think the mining crew are all sweet men. I wanted to give them, and let's be frank, myself, a good sendoff. The problem was that there were many inconvenient bowlegged gaps in my availability. And I got frustrated. And I'm sorry."

Zach replied, "I forgive you, and I get it. I already got it, but not entirely. Thanks for explaining a little bit more about my place in your world, sexually at least. I feel more confident in our relationship now. And you should know that you're so-"

Colleen put a finger to his lips. "Shush now, I know. Fuck me, Zach. I want my fix. I want it hard. I want it now. And then in the ass."

-----

On Sunday, Taurus first, Colette was healed enough to sleep without a doctor's supervision. Zach returned to the day shift.

On Tuesday, Taurus third, Colby returned to work. It was also her night with Zach. Right before bed, she spoke to him. "I was thinking baby, now that we're all on the same schedule again."

"What is on your mind, sweetheart?"

"I told Jason. I told him about what I realized I'd wanted that day."

"That's great! We'll all be parting ways in a few days. Don't leave anything unsaid."

"I was thinking, if it was okay with you... hmm..."

"It's very okay for you to think, sweetheart. In fact, I demand it."

"Be serious. If you agree, I'll invite him to spend the night with us on Friday."

"It wouldn't be just a fantasy anymore. Are you sure you want to?"

"No, but I'm sure that I want to get you and me and Jason together. I'll see how I feel then."

"I approve and agree. Anything you feel like doing or not doing with us is fine with me. Make your dreams come true."

"Okay." Colby hugged herself nervously. "Would you call him, Zach? I don't think I could even hold the phone at the moment, I'm so nervous."

"Sure, but you have to talk, too. We'll both invite him, okay?"

"Okay."

"Jason, it's Zach. I'm here with Colby. I understand that she recently told you what she wanted to have happen that night everything kind of blew up."

"She did."

"I believe we want to invite you to meet with us Friday night after work," said Zach.

"Yes, Friday after work," said Colby.

"And hang out with us and see what Colby wants to do."

"Sounds great. 6 PM at Colby's place, then?"

"Recreation B," said Colby. "I predict I'll need some liquid courage."

"And be prepared to spend the night," said Zach. "Anything might happen, including and up to that."

"How probable, do you think?" asked Jason.

"Based on how excited she gets when she talks to me about it, I'd say fairly probable."

"Probable, Colby?"

She giggled, beaming. "Maybe."

Zach closed the call and asked her, "Are you excited?"

"C'mere," she said, and jumped him.

-----

The next day, Wednesday, Berte returned to work. But more importantly, Charisse was cleared for sex.

Zach was back on the day shift, so it was no problem for him to show up just as Charisse's sleep cycle ended at 2 PM. Anming answered when he knocked on the hatch. "She's been restless for hours," Anming confided. "I'll hold little Vrishika. You're well rested I trust?" She shut the hatch behind him and pulled off the blanket. Charisse was naked and vibing herself to orgasm. Anming cried, "Apply your fearsome virility thoroughly, my husband! Break her Caucasian counterculture twat!"

Charisse smiled her Miss America smile and spread her wet cunt lips for him suggestively. "Yes, plow my blooming flower, my dear husband! Ooh, it feels good to call you that!" She cried out excitedly as he rocked into her.

"Feeling okay?" Zach checked.

"It feels SO GOOD ZACH! GOD how I've missed it!" She sang excitedly in rising tones.

Vrishika fussed when she heard her mom's emphatic tone. Anming put her to her own breast. "I've been nursing her too, Zach. She likes it. It feels good."

"AHHHHH!" Charisse reached a crescendo and an orgasm. Her scales went faster and faster. They grew in volume from whimpers to cries to shrieks. Her face was beet red, her brow pulled down. Spittle flew from her lips as she shrieked.

Zach held her down tight as he pumped his semen deep into her. So satisfying! Charisse glowed beatifically in the pause after their mutual orgasm.

Anming, masturbating furiously, spanked Zach's ass. "Ravage our wife's thirsty cunt a second time, my husband! Give that freaky flower child's cunt no respite! Get to work!"

"Wait, Zach. I really need it next in my asshole, from behind, hard, while you pull my hair."

He rolled her over to find her anus oily and prepared. He gripped her crew cut fiercely enough to make her wince and drove his cock powerfully into her quivering little pucker. She took it with an overwhelmed grunt. Her excited scales began anew.

"I will prepare a warm washcloth for our husband," said Anming. "This way, his plundering of your holes will be virtually uninterrupted."

"THANK YOU!" Charisse shrieked, then orgasmed again as Zach plowed her firmly. He pulled her head back smartly in his grip. Her back bowed, presenting her anus for his deep, excited thrusts. He stood up to a kneel and nailed her even harder and deeper. She climaxed again with a moan and decorated the bed with a tiny spritz of girl cum. His balls went splash, splash, splash, against her dribbling, pulsing cunt.

"Here it comes." Zach grunted and strained his last few short strokes.

"Yes! Plant it deep!" Charisse screeched to the ceiling.

"UNNNNNH!" Zach grunted as he unloaded. "UNH! Uh!"

All was still for a moment.

"Mmm, oh thank you, Zach. You plant your seed in me so well! Anming, I can take the baby while you wipe him, if you don't mind. My teats are suddenly bursting!"

-----

On Thursday, Zach had his weekly visit with Colleen. This time, they didn't say anything, but not for lack of trying on Zach's part. During their lovemaking, Zach thought it would be nice to tell her how much he loved her. She'd said it was part of her whole experience of being solidly railed. So he started by saying, "Oh Colleen, I- Ow!" This because Colleen hit him in the arm. Not this time, apparently. Well, he was flexible. He shut up and fucked her harder.

Afterwards, as they rested in each other's arms, Colleen said, "I want to keep flying, Zach."

"Then keep flying."

"You don't realize the implications."

"So, tell me."

"After about four years, I'm going to be gone for two out of every four years until I'm sixty-five or so. That's a lot to ask of a husband. And you'll have to raise our children. But you'll have a village for that, especially Colby. It's a lot to ask. I hope you're not angry I want to do this."

"As long as you're off actualizing yourself, I'm satisfied. I'll miss you. Will you come back to me?"

"I'll always come back, Zach, always. You satisfy me so well, lover. I never want to lose you."

-----

The next day, just after the end of the day watch, Colby met with both Jason and Zach in Recreation B. Zach and Jason greeted each other with a friendly handshake and an exchange of pleasantries. She made them all cannabis smoothies, then sat down shyly and quietly between the two men. Things got quiet. Baby Mina slept on peacefully in her baby carriage.

Colby was dressed simply in a green blouse, stretch pants, and deck slippers. She was a foot shorter than Zach at five feet one inch. Her short tightly curled locks hung down and framed her doll-like ebony features. She smiled shyly, radiantly, framed by her full lips. She was three years older than Zach, but looked good enough to be decade younger, in her twenties. It was that perfect, dark, glowing skin of hers.

Jason looked natty as usual in a cream turtleneck, slacks, and loafers. His hair was close cut. He was an awfully nice looking older man. He was only slightly taller than Colby, but his presence made him seem taller. He was black as Colby, maybe a little darker. Close cut hair. A noble face with a strong nose. About a decade older even than Colby, so, mid-forties. He'd had a rough and tumble life, so he looked his age, and therefore, distinguished.

Zach was sketchily dressed in scrubs and deck slippers. People told him he looked handsome and intelligent. He was awfully pasty compared to these two, especially since he'd had no sun in six months. His eyes were a nice blue, though. And he was tall, lean, and muscular.

Zach rubbed Colby's back as she sucked down her smoothie. He nodded to Jason, who was thereby encouraged to join him in touching her. She didn't look at either man, still evidently feeling shy about the whole thing. The look of pleasure and happiness on her face from their combined touch said everything, though.

Colby leaned towards Jason and kissed him. The kiss grew passionate. She turned to Zach, her eyes pleading, and kissed him. She needed reassurance. Their tongues tussled for a while. They kissed each other passionately, lovingly, reassuringly.

Without a word, Colby left the drinks behind. She led both men gently by the hand to her quarters adjoining the recreation area. Zach pulled Mina in her carriage gently along behind them. Once they were all in, she shut and locked the hatch.

She sat down on the bed, looked up at both men, then down shyly. "I've never done it with two men before." She looked up at them. "You need to be really nice, like you usually are, both of you. I mean, I don't know what I mean."

She looked up at them. "That last time, I wanted the two of you badly. I was also frightened and needed to talk about it more. Then you," she nodded to Zach, "started acting like a caveman and you," she nodded to Jason, "helped him. It felt wrong, and I stopped it. Don't act like cavemen, is what I mean. Ask a lady."

Colby continued, "You're already hard, Zach, like always." She smiled at Zach's bulging scrub pants. "And Jason, baby, you want to spend some time in my mouth, don't you? But first of all, I want you boys to strip for me."