Founders Ch. 95

It's also worth noting that there are no venereal diseases on Mars. All residents and visitors are carefully screened for disease before leaving Earth. Thus, casual unprotected sex is also safe sex, at least from a disease standpoint.

Because it's a colony, the tilt is toward procreative relationships. Candidates are selected for this. So being on Mars today is akin to being on a dating site. Everyone you meet knows what you signed up for. There are notable exceptions like me. But, perhaps swept up in the frenzy, everyone tends to ignore that I'm here for a different purpose.

Timing is critical to insemination success. The chance of a woman getting pregnant is twenty-five to thirty percent in one critical week of her four week cycle. Outside that week, the chances are only a few percent. This can be a problem when many women share the same week, which often happens.

It happened in the group marriage I volunteered to help. Four women became fertile in the same week. Suddenly, they needed help.

During such a busy week, the men and the fertile women are let off work. They focus solely on sleeping, eating, and procreation around the clock. Many inventive techniques are used to keep these individuals aroused and ready to have sex. For the men, family friends, barmaids, and even whores are enlisted to keep the men going. These helpers employ everything from kissing and shoulder rubs to penetrative sex with premature withdrawal.

For the women, the same approximate gamut of activities are employed. Generally, only one or two carefully chosen men perform all the arousal activities for the group. Though men tend to appreciate variety, for women, trust tends to be more critical. The women of Mars are no more slutty than Earth women. Generally, they care a great deal about who they have intimate contact with. Thus, enlisting a pack of motley men would be decidedly counterproductive. I was honored to be chosen by the entire marriage. If I did well the first week, I might be asked to serve again.

I showed up bright and early Monday morning to help. The household was already hard at work. A husband had one of the fertile wives, let's call her Ruth, bent over the breakfast table. He was busy trying to impregnate her, entering from behind. He was doing a spectacular job. Ruth was in the throes of multiple orgasms. It was inspiring.

The other family members, other than the two busy ones, welcomed me cheerfully. They offered breakfast. I'd already eaten. The wife in charge pointed to another wife sitting nude at the table. "Start with her, would you?"

Let's call the indicated nude woman Lana. Lana was a knockout, sitting nude in front of me. I realized I would need to manage my own arousal carefully throughout this week. I had met her in passing around the colony. I had even flirted with her, although she hadn't ever flirted back. Later, she confessed to me she didn't understand how to flirt.

These Mars colonists are scientists first and foremost, some of the best Earth has to offer. They're generally young. Lana's profile was a fairly common one. She wasn't quite a virgin before leaving Earth. She'd had few sexual encounters. She'd had no time for boyfriends at university. She'd signed up to build a colony, knowing only roughly what that entailed. Then she'd found herself on Mars. A group member nominated her, and she accepted. Now, she was part of this group marriage.

I am an experienced lover, so I wasn't about to rush this. Worst case, they could skip Lana. I'd be here all week. I needed to develop a real rapport with all four of the ovulating women for my contribution to matter.

Up to this time, I had been hanging out with some of the looser group marriages. This group marriage was different. These women tended to be unavailable to men outside the marriage. They ranged from pretty girl-next-door types to stunning women of poetic beauty. Each of these women utterly fascinated me. I wanted to get to know all of them much better. If I did well, I hoped to be asked to return the following month.

Lana and I left the breakfast area together hand in hand. We settled more privately on a large couch in the group's huge split level common area. I asked her how the group had settled on me for arousal activities. She said my reputation in the colony, which is still a very small town, had preceded me. I felt momentary pride.

She was clearly a bundle of nerves. She confessed she'd had only two recent partners. One was the man intended to impregnate her and one other. These were the only men who'd touched her since before university.

I gave her a shoulder rub while asking her about her extremely abstruse field of scientific inquiry. She calmed as we chatted about her familiar love of science. My understanding and genuine interest helped her to get comfortable with me. Within a few minutes, she allowed a whole body massage.

An especially loud roar from the husband and a shriek from Ruth at the table signaled the end of their coitus. Luckily, it appeared I had at least a few more minutes with Lana. Both the husband and Ruth sat down to eat. No urgent sexual partners were appearing in our vicinity.

As I stroked her perfect young body, I asked Lana whether the sex at the table had excited her. She admitted it had. I asked her with genuine curiosity whether she'd ever had such an experience. She answered that all wives in the marriage participated; it was a kind of shared ritual. I asked her what it had been like, since I couldn't imagine such a thing. She said it was always very embarrassing for her. The great pleasure her partner gave her made it bearable.

Great pleasure as in orgasms? I asked her. She assured me she had many each time with her partner. I got her talking about the sexual excitement she feels. I casually asked her to roll onto her back. Her delicate naked beauty came into view, especially her lively intelligent face. Soon I was speaking closely with her while stroking her breasts and inner thighs. She was aroused.

Without much of a break in the conversation, our play moved on to me penetrating her digitally. One finger fit snugly, and I praised her tightness and marveled that a man could fit in her. She was flattered as she became further aroused.

We were well along her arousal cycle, and she was having orgasms both large and small. I switched back to questions about her work to distract her. After all, Lana was an otherwise chaste woman. She was allowing a near stranger to finger her. I increased my pace and intensity slowly. Soon, she shuddered in a glorious full-bodied orgasm. I must admit, it aroused me greatly to see it.

Someone must have heard Lana, for in a few more minutes, a husband arrived to inseminate her. He explained that Lana enjoyed a bed and the missionary position best. I asked if I could observe. He was affable and encouraged me to come upstairs and watch. One of the organizing wives intervened and asked me to arouse a third woman instead. Despite my desire to see Lana fully bred, I agreed readily. It was why I was there.

Let's call this third woman Gina. Gina was, if anything, more beautiful than the first two, and quite young. That said, I knew her to be brilliant and at the top of her field at her young age. She was wearing loose floppy pajamas covered with bunnies and rainbows. She explained she had been disturbed all night receiving sex from her chosen husband. She wasn't unhappy about it, just tired. An organizing wife assured her that after her next insemination, she could take another nap. I led her from the breakfast table to the couch.

Normal monogamous women like this young lady come to Mars not knowing quite what to expect. It's not like Earth here. This young lady fantasized it would be like the racy serials on Earth media. Little did she expect it would be so much more. She'd fallen in love. She was orgasming and even squirting during intercourse, which she'd never imagined doing. She was living the dream. However, at least this week, it was proving to be quite a grueling roller coaster ride.

Before this week, I'd had occasion to flirt with this young lady. She'd been more affable about it than Lana, but still unavailable. Now she was slouching in front of me, rubbing her eyes. She was struggling with the relentless pace of this insemination program.

My task was to pamper her and arouse her sexually, not keep her awake. I gave her a relaxing massage through her pajamas. She was sleepy, and barely noticed how thoroughly my hands explored her.

I lay down next to her on the couch. She was smiling and enjoying the attention. She was dozing and half asleep. I was aroused from my time with Lana, and was now at a fever pitch. I gently and lovingly dry humped her through my clothes and her pajamas.

One of the organizing wives, let's call her Neve, came by. She was checking to make sure I wasn't having unprotected sex with Gina. When Neve found I wasn't misbehaving, she brightened. She remarked that she knew she could trust me. Neve and I had spent time together previously at the colony. She'd enjoyed her sexual times with me, and looked forward to having more. I suspected she'd been critical in the decision to invite me.

Neve and I let Gina drift back toward sleep. She took me upstairs to her room. Each of the wives have their own private bedroom. Her children sleep in there with her at night. During the day, they're in community daycare. So we were alone.

Neve encouraged me to get naked. It would be a long day, she argued. As I undressed, she slipped off her own pajama bottoms. She saw I was greatly aroused and didn't want me to be tempted to misbehave. As Gina dozed lazily downstairs, Neve took me bareback between her legs. Note that she'd given birth a few months previous and was not yet fertile. Thus, by the agreements of her open marriage, she was free to have unprotected sex with me.

Neve was juicy and lively. She had succumbed as I had to the eroticism thick in the group's household that morning. She orgasmed spectacularly under me three or four times before I couldn't hold any longer. I finished with extreme satisfaction inside her.

Neve and I left her bedroom. Screams, presumably from Lana being bred repeatedly, were coming from across the way. The other wives appeared focused on this, and didn't notice us. Neve, smiling conspiratorially, scampered into a shared bathroom to deposit my load into the toilet. I returned much more calmly to my pleasurable task with Gina.

It was a bit chilly in the household. Mars has virtually no atmosphere, but there is a lot of cold dirt underneath the domes. There is heating, especially inside the buildings. But still, to conserve energy, things are kept mostly on the chilly side. Despite Neve's invitation, I put my clothes back on.

Returning to a dozing Gina, I slipped off her pajama bottoms and positioned my face between her legs. She smelled and tasted faintly of cloves. The other part of her scent was that ineffable scent of youth and enthusiasm. Still half asleep, she moaned with pleasure as I continued to apply my mouth to her vulva. The screaming upstairs had stopped. I figured I only had a few more minutes to arouse Gina before a husband came to collect her.

I had Gina awake and orgasming well on my tongue and lips when Neve reappeared. She informed me that Gina's chosen husband was sleeping, so there was a delay. He could awaken at any moment. I would need to keep Gina aroused until he did. I told her I couldn't keep up the cunnilingus forever. Neve handed me a condom "just in case."

Gina and I dozed together for a time, limbs wrapped around one another. After a while, one thing led to another. We were touching and kissing. I was stroking my bare erect penis on her slippery vulva. I was about to roll on that condom.

Gina's chosen husband showed up at that moment and thanked me profusely for keeping Gina ready. I was gracious as I handed her over. I asked if I could watch. He readily invited me.

Upstairs, the husband threw Gina on the bed, spread her legs, and entered her with a grunt. I could tell she was greatly pleased to be filled bareback, a service I sadly couldn't provide. I was happy to witness some of the fruits of my long labor.

Within two minutes, Gina was shrieking in orgasm. Her chosen partner was sweating, energetic, and vigorous. I sat on a chair in the bedroom, transfixed. Wives, both fertile and infertile, stopped by to look at the vigorous conjunction and smile.

One of the organizing wives, let's call her Teresa, gestured to me from the doorway. I came out of the room just as the husband finished in Gina and almost immediately started a second time. I asked Teresa what I could do for her. Another fertile wife to arouse? No, she answered, they were asleep. But she had noticed my near consummation with Gina downstairs. She wanted to make sure I wasn't feeling too frustrated. She rubbed up against me.

This was another of the wives, not ovulating yet, who I'd had sex with outside the marriage. She shared herself fairly liberally around the community. Even so, she was universally well-respected and admired in the colony. Social norms are different on Mars in a way that tends to promote sexual freedom.

I didn't have any immediate work. I sensed Teresa might be even more pent up than myself. I nonchalantly asked to see her bedroom. Neither of us required any foreplay. We went hard at it. Teresa had several orgasms by the time I caught up and had my own. I've never been more satisfied releasing my semen into a woman's vagina.

I kissed a drowsy Teresa off to sleep and returned to the common area. I heard the husband's second ultimate cry from his bedroom along with an accompanying shriek from Gina.

I spotted a woman, let's call her Rhonda, having a late breakfast at the table in her negligee. I knew she must be the fourth fertile wife this week. I knew her in the community and had interviewed her for various stories. Before she'd joined this group, we'd had sex. She smiled at me and welcomed me. I should say she smiled with me, because I was smiling, too.

Rhonda is a charming woman about my age, but she looks a decade younger. In my opinion, she's one of the most beautiful women in the entire colony. She's extremely accomplished in her profession and is a lively conversationalist. Frankly, she makes me horny.

Neve came by to report to us that Rhonda's chosen husband was asleep. Just then, one of the colony's whores, a colorful woman, arrived. The whore was directed upstairs to rouse the sleepy husband so he would cover Rhonda.

I told Rhonda that I had better get her ready. She acknowledged this, but argued she was still eating breakfast. I climbed under the table, slipped off her panties, and put my head under her negligee. She commented that she could get used to this style of breakfasting.

Between morsels of breakfast, Rhonda pounded the table and moaned in orgasm. She was a squirter, and wet on me a couple of times as I pleasured her. I didn't mind. It was, after all, a sign of appreciation.

All too soon, the whore appeared to lead Rhonda to her assignation. She asked Rhonda whether she was ready to climax. Rhonda reported she was currently teetering on the edge since the whore had interrupted me. The whore had us wait at the doorway while she straddled Rhonda's chosen husband. She warned him she was fertile, and that they must not slip up. She edged him further, begging him not to shoot it into her. She used nasty language to arouse him, begging him. At the last moment, she rose, and the man cried out in frustration. She sat Rhonda down on him. Rhonda and her husband cried out loudly in unison. After that exhibition, I was the only one left with an arousal problem.

Not long after, Neve led me to Ruth's bedroom. Ruth had been resting from her extended bout of sex at the breakfast table. It was time for her to prepare for another insemination. This gives you an idea of the brutal pace kept up by both the men and the ovulating women.

Ruth roused from her nap, and we chatted. I'd had occasion in the past to flirt with Ruth, but it had been ignored. She is a distinguished professional about my age. Before she entered the marriage, she hadn't had sex in many years. She'd been utterly focused on her career. She had joined the colony program more to work with certain colleagues than to start a family. Her colleagues had encouraged her to join a group marriage. Now she was bending over the breakfast table having multiple orgasms. She confessed she had never imagined sex could be so challenging or satisfying.

I asked to touch her and kiss her. She confessed that her brand new group marriage husband had been the only man to touch her in many years. She was a bit nervous. I was warmed up in the seduction department by then. Within a few minutes, I was licking and sucking her vulva and she was orgasming. She tasted strongly of semen. It didn't bother me a bit.

The week progressed like this. I slept when I could, often on the couch or in one of the non-ovulating wives' beds. The non-ovulating wives were so antsy during this time, with all the husbands busy with the fertile wives. They kept me very satisfied, and I them. The four ovulating wives were all a joy to work with. By the third day, I'd done everything up to and including condom-clad intercourse with all of them. If we weren't already close friends, we became so. This applied even more to the non-ovulating wives, who each received many excited bareback creampies from me.

It was an experience as exhausting as it was exhilarating. Now we'll wait a week or two to discover the results of our hard group work.

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(To be continued)