05: Thursday, July 9, 2043, 1200 hours CST: Michaela
Zachary Carson arrived at Alexis Warren's place exactly on time at noon. Outside the front door, he sent Berte a final text, "Time to face the music xoxo. Will be back in touch soon."
His American Mars Colony Mission One teammates and daily lovers Alexis and Charisse, along with their teammate and new daily lover Michaela Petrova, who arrived yesterday from Bulgaria, had been left to their own devices last night while he lavished appropriate care on Berte Kaufman, a newly arrived teammate from Germany, who he had found out was a virgin at the age of 22. The evening had been very successful; she had been well-launched and thoroughly slept with, and Zach was ready to do his best to make it up to his two daily lovers and especially their new mate Michaela, who had been stood up on her very first night in town.
As Zach followed the trail of debris and cast-off underwear to the front deck, it was obvious from the state of the house that they'd been tearing up the place all night. Scrawled on the message board was the epithet, "Men are thoroughly useless bastards!" and scrawled underneath it in a different hand, he guessed Michaela's since he didn't recognize it, "Especially when they're doing the right thing." It looked like the party had started with wine, and then a lot of hard liquor had been drunk and a lot of weed had been smoked.
"THERE you are!" Alexis bawled upon seeing Zach. She was clearly still drunk. Charisse waved, looking sleepy and equally drunk. Michaela looked ravishing, on edge, and very much sober and energetic. She was the tiniest of their crewmates at 4'11" and under 100 pounds, but had some nice big breasts for her size, C-cups he'd wager, that looked yummy. She had a beautiful face, an impish compact smile, flaming red hair cut in a bob, hazel eyes matching the color of Charisse's that turned down a bit on the outsides, and delicate eyebrows. Michaela was a renowned cosmologist and planetologist in her own right, but was still overshadowed by their colleague Anming Tang, the woman who had just won the Nobel Prize for unraveling the puzzle of dark matter and dark energy, the woman who had given him the brush off. But Anming overshadowed everybody.
Zach sat at the deck table across from Michaela, Alexis on his right and Charisse on his left. The deck was on the second floor of Alexis's split level house, and his back was nearly against the railing overlooking the street. "Thank you, ladies, for the lovely lunch," he said, and indeed it was a wonderful looking meat and vegetables hot dish and a nice bottle of wine on the table.
He knew not to complain to them about the drinking. These women tracked their fertility scrupulously, so this must not be anyone's week. Well, perhaps Michaela's. But the other women wouldn't have left her out if she couldn't drink, considering the situation he'd caused already. "And greetings Doctor Petrova!" Zach said, "I wish I could say I've heard all about you, but Charisse has sworn Alexis to silence. I did hear a physical description, though, which didn't do you justice."
"You're too kind Doctor Carson, Zachary," Michaela greeted. "If you don't mind, I am urgent. May I visit you over there?"
"I'm at your service," Zach assured her. Michaela dropped below the table in a blink, and in a moment she was unzipping his pants and pulling out his sleepy cock. He became immediately concerned, as he was quite visible from the street through the deck railing, especially if they drew people's attention upwards. It was a quiet residential neighborhood, with people passing by every few minutes. He supposed, if they were quiet, they might escape notice, and then suddenly he was in heaven as the fiery tiny redhead's hungry mouth engulfed his cock.
Even with all the hip exercise he'd gotten with Berte last night and this morning, his hips helplessly began to strain towards Michaela's mouth as she took in every inch she could reach and gargled him delightfully. She looked like a cute tiny chipmunk down there, going after her nut. She came off him, and seeing he was both reasonably erect and well lubricated from her ministrations, straddled his lap and urgently worked herself down on his cock. God, she was tight. "Urrr! Yes! I've wanted you so bad, Zachary, I've needed you..."
They were face to face, and she began kissing him passionately as she worked her way onto him. Her breasts were smashed up against him. Through bra, blouse, and his own shirt, he could still feel her nipples raking up and down his chest. He reached under her short skirt to grab her round, firm naked ass and give it a swift spank of encouragement. She was a trouper, and clearly not unfamiliar with accommodating men of his size, so she was already forcefully and noisily jouncing herself up and down on as much of him as was available given the position and the slight interference of his slacks and boxer briefs. It was truly amazing that the tiny woman could fit it all in so readily. It wasn't for lack of tightness, for sure.
"Urrr! Urrr! Urrr! AAAA!" Michaela shrieked as she had her first orgasm and stopped on him, shuddering and groaning with aftershocks. Zach held the tiny flame-haired beauty lovingly to him as she shuddered and enjoyed her climax and looked over at Charisse. He was gratified to see that, drunk and sleepy as she was, she was looking thirstily at him. Alexis was great fun, and this new one, Michaela, was clearly a wild one and would be loads of fun to come home to, but to be honest with himself, the one he had missed had been Charisse. He was gratified the feeling, at least the lust part, had been mutual.
Zach couldn't see behind himself whether they were drawing a crowd or not, nor hear whether a crowd was gathering over the curvy spinner's full-throated and unabashed juicy shrieks. He couldn't imagine there wasn't. He could see the headline now, "One Third of Mars Colony One Crew Flashes Crowd in Wild Sex Romp." That kind of thing didn't play well. Luckily, he had his back to the street, Michaela's face was blocked from view by his body, and Alexis and Charisse were probably too far from the edge to be seen from this side of the street.
"Nice cum noises, babe! Look you can see her legs and feet pushing on the chair there. She's on him like this." It sounded like some college bro and his friends had spotted them from the street. Zach's worst nightmare about this scenario was coming true.
Michaela began to move on him, looked Zach in the eye, relaxed after her initial release, and said to him in low tones, "I trust we're agreed on baby-daddy issues." He nodded.
"Is that you, space babe?" the bro asked. Alexis got up and, masking her face below her eyes with a napkin, stepped up to the railing and lifted her skirt to flash her pussy at the bros. Many catcalls and whistles in response to this, maybe half a dozen. "TWO of them up there! Oh my God you are a lucky bastard!"
"In addition, I need daily, perhaps occasionally more, se suglasi?" Michaela continued.
"Agreed. More," replied Zach.
"You say more? With three already?" The petite red fox chuckled incredulously, moving faster. "I can handle. I like ambitious man. Ohhh! Ugh!" Michaela whimpered as she started to really pound down on him.
Meanwhile, Alexis was teasing the bros from behind her improvised napkin veil, showing them her naked ass and spanking it. She was quite drunk. "How many girls up there?" asked the bro. Alexis held up three fingers. "THREE?? Look, the five of us were just walking to lunch, if you want." Alexis shook her head. "No? Okay. Well at least show us your kitty again?" Alexis pulled up her skirt and holding up her skirt with her forearm, spread herself with two fingers for them. From the angle, Zach couldn't tell if Alexis was wet, but he knew she was always wet, and probably dripping at the moment.
"Oh God, I want to taste that!" another of the bros shouted.
