Founders Ch. 94

Khushi whimpered, a beatific look on her face. She clearly felt Zach's warm seed spread throughout her reproductive system. The newcomers squirmed.

Colby addressed a distracted, recovering Zach. "You had an order of business, sweetie?"

"Oh," Zach swallowed, "Yeah. My therapist says there should be more media between us, since it's a long distance relationship." His softening cock slid out of Khushi's cunt with a splash. She caught the rest and trotted off toward the bathroom.

"Media?" asked Colby. "Like video chats?"

"Yes, and romantic, sexy things," said Zach.

"Like masturbating or something over video?" asked Colby with a grimace. "Sweetie, you know I'm not that fond of toys. And for me, at least, it would just make it worse. Knowing that in a few more weeks, we won't be able to see each other real time at all. You know I don't tickle my berry a lot. It just doesn't feel real."

"I'm just passing on what my therapist said," Zach reiterated. "She says it's a very important part of keeping long distance relationships healthy."

"Your therapist?" Anming asked. "Who, the dirty whore?"

"I believe Noa established she isn't a whore," Colleen said.

"What does that polluted sewer-yoni know about relationships?" shouted Khushi out of the bathroom.

"Ladies, please!" said Colby. "At any rate, I think it would make me feel more lonely, not less."

"Sounds like we table this issue for now," said Colleen. "Bye Colby!"

"Bye guys!" said Colby waving. She winked out. Dinner was over.

As the dishes were being cleared, Zach said to Colleen, "Thanks for being here for their first time. I know you would have preferred to be with Sierra and Dallas."

"You couldn't be more wrong," said Colleen.

"It was important."

"I agree. I hope you understand, I love you Zach."

"I love you, too. I want you tonight."

"It's been less than a week," Colleen grimaced. "You know, you are a lot to handle overnight, Zach. But it's fine, I'll do it. It's just that I can't always keep up with your relentless sexual pace. I hope you understand, darling. It doesn't mean I don't love you."

"I know that. I've wanted you so bad lately. I know it's hard on you."

"It's not so much hard as too much of a good thing. We need a new schedule."

The three new Trigonometry wives were invited to join them on the couch for movie night. It was an old black and white crime movie that Khushi had found for them. Martha was glued to Zach's right side. They sat in the middle of the couch. She would have moved, but nobody asked her to. Adah and Naz sat with Anming at the right end of the couch. Colleen, Becky, and Khushi sat at the left end.

The movie progressed. The main guy, a gangster, did crazy dangerous things to get back at this girl who had left him while he was in prison. This while he was supposed to be laying low from the cops. The stupidity was hard to watch, but also the jealousy and misogyny. That's old movies for you.

Zach had wrapped a blanket around himself and Martha, warm and cozy. "Climb onto my lap?" he asked. She did. As they watched, he reached his hand gently into her stretch pants to caress her. Nobody could see. It was dark, and her lap was under a blanket. He was surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties.

Then he remembered, Charisse had destroyed her panties in that wrestling match they'd had. She probably hadn't had time to drop by her place and replace them. Or perhaps, she had forgotten to. At any rate, Zach's finger naturally slipped right into her wet vulva crack.

As they watched, Martha's vulva opened with excitement at Zach's touch. He slowly stirred her juices and slid his slippery finger slowly around her clitoris. Martha hugged him tighter and tighter, burying her face in his chest. She shuddered. Her breathing got uneven and she shuddered some more. She had orgasmed.

She looked at him pleadingly. She whispered, "I don't want the wives to notice me."

"You mean the other wives."

"I need to pee," she begged.

"Do you mind if I get someone else to sit on my lap?"

"Not at all. In fact," she smirked, "as a Trigonometry wife, I insist." She rushed off to the bathroom.

Zach stage whispered to the Anming side of the couch, "Come sit in my lap."

While continuing to watch, both Naz and Adah slid over to him. Anming stayed put. He opened the blanket and got Adah positioned on his left leg. He sat Naz more firmly on his lap, where his right hand could reach all her goodies. He wrapped the blanket around the three of them. They watched.

As they watched, Zach's hand wandered down to the waist of Naz's stretch pants. As his fingers wiggled their way in, Naz smacked his hand, not hard, and smiled at him. He reached up to fondle her nipples as he kissed her neck, shoulder, and ear. She relaxed into him.

When his hand returned to the waist of her stretch pants, she didn't put up a fight. His hand slipped in and encountered some panties. As they watched, he idly stroked her mound and crack through her panties. She shifted uneasily and spread her legs, not obviously, to give him access.

He slipped his hand into Naz's panties as they continued to watch the movie. Somebody was cutting into a safe with a weird hand-drilling machine. Naz shuddered as Zach reached between her gushing slick wet crack and stroked her clit.

Martha returned from the bathroom and sat down on Zach's right. Naz went rigid and gently tapped Zach's arm repeatedly to get him to stop. He didn't. Martha felt the fine muscles moving in Zach's arm. She knew he was fingering Naz under the blanket. Naz emitted a quiet pathetic whimper like a trapped animal.

Martha whispered to Naz, "Don't worry. I've done it already. Just relax. This is your turn, and you deserve it." Zach's hand did not stop.

The two scientists argued back and forth in quiet Hindi. This stopped when Khushi over to the group's left said something in Hindi. The two scientists looked mortified. Even so, Zach's hand did not stop. And Naz's hips were responding accordingly, flexing, humping, and straining gently.

Zach saw a tear pop from Naz's eye and roll down her cheek. As he was about to relent, for he didn't intend to torture the woman, she stiffened. She bit down on a section of the blanket and strained hard. With a final thrash, it was over with barely a rustle. She had orgasmed.

Martha, cuddled up against Zach, patted her and whispered, "Good job!" As soon as Naz had recovered her senses, she opened the blanket and said in a wavering voice, "I have to pee." She left the couch area to stagger up the stairs in bare feet.

Zach pulled Adah gently to the middle of his lap. He wrapped the blanket around them for privacy.

Martha whispered to her, "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried, merely embarrassed," whispered Adah. "I'll be fine. I allowed Zachary to sex me in front of my esteemed colleague. I watched while she got the same. I can tolerate a secretive finger wank during a movie."

"Good to hear," snickered Martha. Adah was funny.

Adah said something brief in Hindi over at Khushi. Khushi replied in apparent good humor.

"What did you say?" Zach asked in a whisper.

"I said I was getting my turn. She overheard what was happening over here earlier. She told me in a good-natured way I was a filthy slut and to do it quietly."

As Adah explained this, he reached into her stretch pants and panties. Adah was dripping wet. She'd been waiting.

For as long as Zach could manage, which was about ten minutes, he edged Adah and then backed off. One time, she was straining her whole body hard as he backed off. Near the end of the movie, there was a sudden car crash. She cried out in orgasm, but it sounded close enough to surprise. The movie ended and the lights came up with her panting, laying across his lap.

Zach picked Adah up. He was going to carry her up the stairs to the master bathroom. He was thinking of perhaps a quick fuck with Adah before getting to Colleen. Her squirms on his lap for the last ten minutes had driven him into desperately horny territory. "Put me down, Zachary," said Adah. "I can manage myself." He put her down. She scampered off to the bathroom.

He grabbed Colleen from behind and said to her, "Are you ready to go?"

"Any time you are, tiger."

She whooped as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her off to his bedroom at a trot.

(To be continued)