Founders Ch. 92

"It's past midnight," said Zach. "Time for bed." He scooped up a drowsy Naz from the table and headed upstairs.

"We put the big bed in the master bedroom on the right," said Adah, patting behind in bare feet.

He opened the door to find a big black bed and not much else. This might have originally been his bed before he got the colorful one. He laid Naz down gently.

Naz smiled sleepily. "Romantic to be carried up the stairs."

Zach spun around and lifted Adah with a whoop. He laid her down on the bed as well.

"Sleep with us, Zach?" Adah asked.

"Surely."

"We must all shower first," said Adah.

It was not difficult to fit into the master bathroom shower tub with two such tiny women. He put them in front of the spray and loomed over them when he needed a little water. Seeing the two women soaping and washing their gorgeous copper-skinned bodies had the expected effect on Zach. His penis filled and made itself known.

Naz had her stocky curves and beatific expression. Adah looked like a teenager. She was so petite in every dimension except her generous breasts and sassy ass. Anming had been correct. Without her glasses, Adah's delicate face was even more beautiful. He was deeply moved in his chest that these spectacular women wanted to be with him.

"Whoops," Adah said, turning around to see what had poked her. It was Zach's penis, straining and rigid. She looked up into his eyes, concerned for him. "Don't you ever calm down?"

"You're just so beautiful, both of you," he said, also catching Naz's gaze.

"You have a graceful, elegant wife like Khushi," said Naz. "Why do you react so much to a couple of clunky scientists?"

"You sell yourself far short," said Zach. "But I've rarely met a woman who didn't. Like Adah said about Jason and me before, there's no comparing. Both of you are so unique and wonderful. Incomparable. And, I'll try to calm down."

They got out and dried each other off, and he did calm down, to half mast at least. The sight of both women climbing onto the bed and pulling down the blankets caused him to re-stiffen.

Grabbing a pillow and snuggling down, Naz said, "Oh, it's late. Turn off the light."

Zach turned the lights low.

"I've never slept in a bed with a man and a woman before," said Adah. She seemed excited by the idea. "But wait. Remember, Naz, what's supposed to happen before bedtime. Is it true, Zachary?"

"Oh, cunnilingus?"

"That's the thing," said Adah. "Rouse yourself, Parinaaz. We promised Anming."

Naz roused herself like a trouper. "How do you want us?"

"Lay on your backs. And get pillows for your heads. I want you to be comfortable. And... let's... do you have more pillows?"

"In my bedroom," said Adah.

In the other room, there was nothing much but a narrow little bed with two pillows on it. Zach grabbed them and returned in a flash. Now they had six pillows, plenty. "Let's put these under your asses," he said, lifting the women's backsides and positioning pillows under them easily. "Now hold your legs apart, both of you."

Both women were quite limber. They held their legs out and up. Adah especially looked like she could have easily put them behind her head. He would have to find out sometime soon. For the time being, he snacked thirstily on her pussy.

He tasted himself, mostly, then Adah's scent began to emerge. "Ooohhhhh! I'm trying to be quiet, but..."

Zach paused to encourage her. "Go for it, we're all still awake."

Adah squirmed once, squirmed twice, and then a full-throated, "UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!"

There was that bunny howl! Zach came up for air again and glanced at his phone timer. "Pace yourself. You have three more minutes of this."

Adah said something to Naz in Hindi. Naz laughed, and Adah cried, "UuuuOOOOOAAAHHH!"

Zach had to hold the little woman down firmly to finish his five minutes with her. Along with her shouts, her hips jerked and body vibrated as if to lift off the bed.

Finally, his timer went off. He finished Adah to a final orgasm and came up for air. Adah sighed and smiled with satisfaction.

As Adah crawled under the covers and curled up, Zach focused his attention on Naz. "What was it like, waiting here for me, spreading your legs for me."

"Indecent," Naz moaned.

"Listening to her cries, and knowing it would happen to you next?"

"Filthy," Naz breathed.

"Exciting filthy, or bad filthy?"

"Yes... exciting. NyyyyyaaAAAHH!!" She cried out as Zach stroked wetly on her tiny vulva with his big tongue and lips. Yes, his alkaline taste was on her, in her. Her excited tangy taste was coming on strong behind it.

She was a little wildcat during her five minutes, writhing and crying out. She was strong, too. During a particular strong orgasm, her legs clapped painfully shut on his ears and head. Zach didn't begrudge it in the least. It was a clear sign he was moving her powerfully.

His timer went off a second time. Naz grabbed his ear with one flailing hand, his hair with the other, and thrust her hips. She needed to get to this last orgasm! Her hips bucked shaking and straining into his face. He re-centered his tongue on her clit and kept up the exact thing she was liking. A moment later, "OoooooooAAAAAAAAAAHH!!" her passion poured out in an unrestrained howl.

Zach came up for air with a smile. "Looks like I have two excellent howlers, soprano and alto."

Naz stirred and stretched. "Good night already, madman."

Zach held her down and climbed up between her legs. "UUUHHNNN!" she cried as he entered her excitedly.

Adah rolled over as the bed started rocking. "Don't you stop?" She said it proudly and a little sleepily, not fearfully. "You're going to break that poor woman. Where will we find another such expert on conversional manifolds?"

"Continue my research if I am killed," Naz wheezed jokingly.

"You're enjoying this, right?" asked Zach, just to make sure.

"Y-yeaaahh!" Naz responded. A moment later, she gave more evidence. "OoooAAAAAH!"

"There's my girl." Zach had recovered some from their downstairs antics. Plus, it was so easy for him to cum in missionary. As he worked, Naz writhed in sets and batches of several rolling orgasms. At the end he roared, and sluiced in his cream, fully satisfied. Naz cried out a body-shuddering orgasm with him.

Adah, only her face peeking out of the blankets, finished her own orgasm alongside theirs with an embarrassed, "Nnnngh!" She looked at them looking at her as if to dare them to say something about it. "I am turning off the light now." she said, like a responsible person. "Because- no you don't! No. You. Don't!"

Zach grabbed her out of the blankets and positioned her on her two pillows.

"You don't have to, really!" Adah cried, struggling playfully.

"He's a madman," Naz moaned. "Surrender and take as Anming said."

What followed for Zach were ten more minutes of exceptional fun in the slender, tiny Adah. She was tight like a vice in missionary. Luckily, he had a lot of leverage, and repeatedly opened her slick tight twat. Consciously or reflexively, she dug her nails into his ass to goad him further. She had rolling paroxysms from the first minute. These continued until he roared and shot one good straining dollop of cream into her.

Both women watched Zach with concern. With sleepy satisfaction, he climbed under the covers.

Naz watched him carefully for a moment more, then snapped out the light.

At three in the morning, Zach awakened to gentle snoring to his right. He was raging hard and urgent. He remembered where he was and felt over to his right. It was Naz, curled up like a kitten, snoring softly.

Naz's behind was thrust toward him. He felt her twat. It was slick and ready. He thrust in desperately and fucked her like a maniac.

Naz startled, then remembered it was Zach. She bit her pillow, but still her moans rose to cries then screams of orgasm, rousing Adah.

Adah switched on the light. Bleary-eyed, she said, "We heard about this but laughed and thought she was joking. I should have known better by now."

Zach growled like an animal as he shot three powerful spurts deep into Naz's highly pressurized vagina. She writhed and cried out in a furious sympathetic orgasm.

Still half asleep, Zach stalked across the bed toward Adah. She saw him coming. She assumed the position: on the blanket, on her back, legs spread. "All right, here it is for you." She was learning the needs of her new maniac husband.

Zach had the presence of mind to check her little cunny with a finger. Finding it more than adequately slippery and still gooey from his previous spend, he pressed and rocked into her.

Her nails digging into his ass showed him exactly how hard and how fast she wanted it. As her rolling orgasms increased in amplitude, this turned out to be very fast and very hard.

He finished quickly again, in less than ten minutes, and with a copious spend befitting Adah's excitement throughout. She cried out like a death throe as she felt it rush into her. He fell to the side to spare her his crashing weight. Then all was quiet again.

A few minutes later, Adah extracted herself from the tangle of his sleeping legs to shut off the light.

At six in the morning, Zach awoke in the dim light, ramrod hard and urgent as he'd ever been. The acerbic scent of well-pounded pussies teased his nostrils. Adah was as peaceful in sleep as a tiny angel. Naz made her tiny snore with the air of a satisfied cherub.

He had woken up Naz first last time. But on the other hand, he had pounded Adah last. But Adah was younger.

Zach freed the covers from Adah's clutch, exposing her nakedness. She roused as he checked her and took her forcefully in a few wet, rocking strokes. Her fingernails found his ass and dug in. She'd developed a good system for communicating her desires without the embarrassment of saying anything. She dug in hard, pedal to the metal.

It was a fast ride, less than five minutes. By the end, Adah was crying out in emphatic orgasm as if murdered. Naz was wide awake beside them.

Zach growled low and overflowed Adah's tiny cunt with his copious first morning spend. It felt glorious to let loose in the delicate minx as she goaded him hard with her nails. As she did, she cried out and shuddered in orgasm with him.

As Zach sighed in satisfaction, Naz opened her legs for him without a word. He slipped wetly out of Adah and climbed between Naz's legs. He carefully pressed the head of his wet cock between Naz's tiny slick straining cunt lips. Then he plunged, and inch by inch, opened her as she grunted with the force of it.

They ended, her with a cry, him with a roar. Her legs were pinned above her head. His second spend of the day was gloriously full in her. She mewed with satisfaction. He lay to the side, panting after his sprint, panting with pleasure. Pulling the blankets around himself, he fell onto his pillow in complete relaxed satisfaction.

When he opened his eyes again, they were gone.

He threw on his scrubs and went out to the landing. Two women joking and giggling in Hindi were below him. Something smelled good to eat.

Naz and Adah had decided to cook themselves and him an "American breakfast." The fake but excellent tasting bacon was made from bean curd. It joined pancakes, artificial scrambled eggs, and real orange juice from oranges grown in the agriculture dome. Zach didn't have the heart to tell them. Generally, his breakfast was 300 ml of yogurt, a banana, and coffee.

"Ladies, this breakfast is delicious!" Adah and Naz looked at each other smugly. They had planned this detail. They were dressed in their work clothes, tan blouses and black stretch pants.

When it looked like breakfast was winding down, Zach stood up and picked up his dishes. He rinsed them and put them in their dish washer. He got to the table when Naz and Adah were still picking up. He caught Adah's delicate ass with his hips, pressing her against the table. He took the dishes out of her hands and set them to the side as he lifted her and bent her down on the table.

"Anming didn't say about this," said Adah.

"This is only when I'm feeling especially amorous."

"On the bed again?" she asked.

"As you wish," Zach said. He lifted her effortlessly in his arms.

"You're coming, too," he told Naz.

"I'll clean up just a bit-"

"No, now. I don't trust you not to scamper away."

"I'm willing," argued Naz, "completely willing!"

Nevertheless, Zach herded Naz up the stairs, Adah in his arms. The women insisted on undressing themselves, since they didn't want to muss their work clothes.

Zach undressed and took a few minutes of cunnilingus apiece to rev them up again. Then he took Adah. She screeched and dug in her nails harder than ever. She really enjoyed missionary, especially curled up on pillows.

Naz took it as hard and fast as Zach could provide. This meant on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He was standing, legs apart, behind her, pounding the bejeezus out of her.

He roared out an orgasm. He took an extra minute just to enjoy the feeling of Naz's tight snatch filled to the brim with him and his goop. She was moving on him. He was getting hard again. He slid out of a still excited Naz and dressed. They did have some time constraints. The women lay there panting and joking in Hindi.

"I think you're expected at the Trigonometry meeting tonight," said Zach.

"We'll be there," said Adah.

Zach took his leave.

(To be continued)