Founders Ch 32

32: Thursday, July 16, 2200 hours CST: Anming

At 10 PM, Zach arrived home at his quarters. With breaks to take care of Colette, he'd gotten another two and a half hours of work in. That was a total of five and a half hours for the day. Colby jumped gleefully into his arms in the low gravity. She gave him a big wet smooch with lots of tongue. "I have a surprise for you, baby," she said.

"What is it, honey buns?" Zach asked.

"Now hear me out," said Colby. Uh-oh, Zach thought. "You should know that Colleen is peeved that I moved in with you."

"She is?" Zach said with what he hoped was convincing incredulity.

"Yes, she said there were a lot of women trying to get their own piece of you. She made the point that you needed your own place to retreat to. I apologized for having starved everybody else out with my attentions towards you since we got here. Colleen stopped me to get to the more important reason."

"Which is?"

"The other reason is that Anming is going through a difficult time. Colleen put me in there, as her second in command, to watch over Anming. I was to make sure she was getting back on her feet properly. I hadn't guessed that. Colleen didn't make it explicit when she bunked me with her. She thought it would happen naturally, which I understand. I admire the hell out of Anming, by reputation only mind you. I'd never met her. I guess we all tend to think our idols are made out of stainless steel. I didn't know she was facing any difficulty. I understand why she'd want to be circumspect about it, I suppose. I mean, she is arguably the finest theoretical physicist ever, and that includes Einstein, Feynman, and all the rest."

"I agree. Even to us lay people, she's a God," interjected Zach.

"Plus she's creative and she's even witty as we saw in the excursion vehicle. To be honest, I was intimidated to be suddenly sharing a bedroom with her," Colby confessed. "My discussion with Colleen was left unresolved. She wanted me to think about it, think about Anming, think about what would be best for you. After my talk with Colleen, I thought I'd better at least go and actually get to know Anming. I figured I could find out how I could support her and then do that. We got to talking honestly and openly like sister crewmates should. Then I heard what had happened to her. I couldn't stand it. What that rapist did to her was sickening. I was so angry at that evil man I couldn't sit down. I cried my eyes out. I guess you and Ayana and Colleen know all about it, but it was quite a shock to me. "

"Me too. I cried too, and I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to be able to see injuries dispassionately. I couldn't," Zach admitted. "So I still don't get it, what's the problem? Why do you need me to hear you out?"

Colby continued, "Well by the end of our heart to heart, we were sisters in every other sense than genetically. We wanted to share a room. We wanted to hang out and play go. We had confided our interest in you to each other. We talked about our dalliances with you. I heard how she lured you to her lair for a red hot smooch session. You must have done good, boyfriend. She ran to Ayana and got cleared immediately for 'flight', as one might say."

"Wow," commented Zach.

"So at the end of THAT discussion, we were both like, would it be too weird for, like... the three of us?" Colby ventured. She quickly continued, "Neither of us have ever done anything like that. We had some more discussion. At the end, we were like YES! We are going to share everything! Including sleeping with you at night and even the naked sexual parts, Zach. That is, if you don't mind."

Zach opened his mouth to comment but Colby shushed him. "Hear me out," she continued. "Neither of us are interested in women in that way, sexually I mean. But we are definitely gum-swapping buddies, so no problem. We don't mind if things get naked and messy with the three of us. We're not going to be grossed out by rubbing up against each other in bed. We might even hug or hold hands while sexual things are happening. Or watching each other, you know. In other words, by doing this, we're not handing you a logistical nightmare. You can come at us any way you want and we're ready to roll with it, baby. So will you try it?? Anming is so sweet! We guarantee that we'll make it work. Please say yes." Her eyes were imploring.

Zach realized he still had Colby cradled in his arms from when she jumped into his arms and kissed him. He put her down and said, "Sure, especially since it's so important to the two of you. I'll try it."

"Okay," said Colby, "Here's the plan."

"There's already a plan?" said Zach with a smile. These women and their plans would be the death of him.

"Of course there's a plan," replied Colby. "You two have never... right?" She made vague gestures of the fingers of her two hands getting together.

"Heavens, no. She's been injured," Zach answered.

"Well I insisted. The two of you should break the ice together in a lot more normal way than with me hanging around. So we want you to go to her room and spend the night with her."

"Let me get this straight," said Zach. This sounded like some kind of trap.

"I know," continued Colby, "I really wore you out last night. You still look pretty wrecked. Anming and I talked about how passionate we were last night. I told her how you weren't able to keep your hands off me all night long. She's fine with just cuddling you tonight if you're too tired. That's what you and I were going to do. I don't want you to feel obligated to make love to her."

"I appreciate that very much, honey," Zach said. Mixed signals were coming from Colby. On the one hand, she was telling him to "break the ice" with Anming. On the other hand, they had planned to not have sex tonight themselves. Would Colby's feelings be hurt if he had sex with Anming?

"You're so understanding," said Colby with a big smile. "I'm so happy!" she squeaked. She got on her phone right away, presumably to text Anming the good news.

Zach figured he had better make sure Colby was reassured, physically reassured, of his love and attraction to her. Sorry, Colby's pussy. He ventured, "Can I ask a favor?"

"Sure, anything, honey-dog," Colby answered, still texting on her phone.

"I was looking forward to cuddling with you tonight. Could I sneak over after Anming is asleep and hang out with you a bit?"

"Sure, honey-dog. Knock yourself out," Colby said, still texting away madly on her phone.

Zach grabbed fresh gym clothes to wear to their workout the next day. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow no later than our morning workout." He turned to leave. Even though he now planned to stop by and reassure her, he was concerned. "Honey, are you sure this is what you want? I could visit Anming some other night. We could visit Anming together."

Colby dropped her phone, grabbed Zach, and hugged him and kissed him passionately. Looking him in the eye, she said, "You come back to me, do you hear?"

"Always, my darling," Zach said sincerely. "You'll have to tell me to go to get rid of me."

"All right then," Colby said. "You try to show Anming a good time. Lord knows she deserves it. Be good to her." Then she pushed Zach out the hatch and closed it. It seemed she was dead serious.

From his quarters, Cabin B3, Zach walked antispinward through Hydroponics Bay B4. He traversed Storage Area B4 to arrive at Radial Arm Bay B2. He cycled the pressure doors on the radial arm bay and climbed up to weightlessness in the central cylinder. Floating weightless through the core, his thoughts of Colby's seeming change in attitude were swirling along with his sense of direction. Her conversation with Anming had clearly affected her deeply. At the same time, his loins thrilled in anticipation of having the lovely Anming likely soon spread underneath him, shrieking and taking his cock. He climbed down Radial Arm A2 on the opposite side of the ring to Radial Arm Bay A2. He cycled the pressure doors there to arrive at Laundry Area A. From there he walked through Storage Area A2 and Hydroponics Bay A2 to arrive at Anming's door, Cabin A2.

Anming was waiting for Zach when he knocked on her hatch. She greeted him in the nude and let him in, closing the hatch behind him. She was a touch below medium height for a woman and slender, with proportional breasts and dark brown puckered nipples. Yum! He would not think about the scarring. Instead he looked down at her cute little muff. It was adorable, like a black tribble. Her face was unblemished and lovely, her dark brown eyes seeing through to his soul. It was just like when he first met her climbing out of her T-38. She led him over to her bed and they lay down together. Zach was still in his scrubs but with his shoes kicked off. They kissed. There was no hurry. "Colby is a curious woman," remarked Anming. "I truly believe she would rip her heart out of her own chest to save a person she cared about. We must protect her, Zachary."

"I agree, but she's a strong woman, too. Neither you nor I would ever do anything to intentionally hurt her. I don't worry about it. You know, Colby said the same thing about you. 'We should protect you at all costs,' or something like that. But you're a strong woman. I trust you'll stay close and let us support you in any way possible. As for me, I'm quite sure you two, when you got together, talked all about protecting me."

Anming chuckled, "Yes we did. I was worried about us both wearing you down. She assured me that you were quite virile and could handle us both easily. I find that hard to imagine," she teased. And with that, there was tickling and wrestling and more kissing. Zach got up and took his clothes off. She stood up and ran her hands over his tight abs. She stroked his lean but muscular arms and legs. She traced her fingers across his muscular chest and back. "You truly are a specimen, Zachary. Oh, hmm, this is embarrassing to say, but I've always dreamed of having a Caucasian lover. Living in communist China, I've never had. You are built like an action movie hero! This is better than my feeble fantasies."

"For my part, I've always dreamed of having a lover as beautiful and exotic as you. You are so delicate, so exquisite—"

"Don't flatter me so flagrantly," Anming said, slapping Zach on the arm. "I'm an old hag."

"What are you talking about?" Zack said. "You're five years younger than I am, and you look like you could be in high school. Seriously, I'm going to have to check your ID before we go any further. I want to make sure I'm not committing statutory rape."

"Will that do?" Anming said, pointing to her Nobel Prize diploma hanging on the wall. "They only give that to has-beens."

"You're awful!" Zach said, resulting in another tickle fight. They rolled and wrestled playfully on the bed and rolled off the bed in a pile of laughter. Martian gravity was good because they could roughhouse like they were kids. They just bounced, as if they were children. They didn't need a padded room and a judo mat like they would have on Earth. It was pure fun.

Anming ended up straddling Zach's tummy with a serious look on her face. Her peeking open vulva stamped a wet spot on him. She leaned over and kissed him fiercely, passionately. She was trembling. As they kissed he sat up, lifted her in his arms, and stood up. She was light in Martian gravity. He laid with her on the bed, and kissed her neck, and kissed her breasts. Her breathing changed. It seemed they were quite sensitive. He continued to kiss her nipples and explore her vulva with a gentle touch. Gently, he stroked a finger wetted from her gently across her clitoris and her hood, feeling and delicately exploring. She kicked her legs and hips and made a low sound like "hmm!" like a growl, followed by a squeak.

"Did you just have an orgasm?" Zach asked.

"Yes," Anming said. "I'm afraid I can't help myself. I'm so excited to have you here. Oh it's so hot in here, isn't it?"

"Well, you are smokin' hot in the metaphorical sense," Zach mused, stroking Anming's vulva slowly with his fingers. "I'm sure the climate system is fine. It's probably me. Women tell me I'm very warm, like actually warm. I'm probably heating you up."

"You certainly are in every sense of the term," Anming breathed raggedly.

"Good to hear," said Zach. He got down between Anming's legs. She had a rich, mild scent. By her smell and taste, she evidently had showered just before he had arrived.

From only a few licks, Anming seemed quite enthusiastic. "I had a boyfriend in college who used to do some of this to me. Oh, oh, wait, I can't talk when you do it."

Anming was a talker. Well, so was Zach. And he liked to listen. He stopped. "Just the one?"

"I've had several boyfriends," Anming said defensively. "He was the only one who, you know, with his mouth. In our culture, it's all about the state, and if not the state, it's all about the man. A woman serves, even a somewhat famous woman like me. In the bed, definitely a woman serves. I loved that boyfriend. He was the only one who understood me at all, I think. We had to part ways, though. You go where the state tells you to go, or suffer the consequences."

"Well, now you have a boyfriend who can't do without this," Zach said, "If I can presume to be your boyfriend yet."

"I know enough about you from talking to Colby," Anming chuckled. "Sure, boyfriend, you're my boyfriend." He started licking again, and she quickly became inarticulate. "Ow!" shouted.

Zach stopped. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Anming said breathlessly. "I said 'how' which means 'good' in Chinese. I'll try to stick to English when I'm gasping," she joked. "Let me practice: YES! What else? Oh yes! HEAVENS!"

"I am not sure what kind of porn you've been watching," Zach commented.

"Victorian-era romance novels. ZOUNDS!" joked Anming.

"Knock yourself out, but I can't tongue lash you and laugh at the same time," retorted Zach.

"I want you to stop tongue lashing me anyway and... hmm..." Anming got serious again.

"What?"

"I want you to get the pleasure a man gets from a woman, that a woman gives a man. I want to give you pleasure. I want you to cover me. Don't be hesitant. I want you to use this ugly body as your plaything until you orgasm."

"Let's try something more sedate to begin with," Zach suggested. He lay next to her, face to face, lubed up a finger, and slowly glided into her wet quim. It went in slickly but with some back-pressure. She was tiny and tight.

Anming breathed heavily. "This feels good. I haven't had anyone do this to me in a long time. Not since I was first playing with boys. It seems like most men want to get straight to the point. And you should too, Zachary. You're stalling. I know from your hardness that you're desiring to inseminate me."

"That's fine, too, sometimes, but slow is good for you right now."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I have only this ugly scarred body... Zach... a... ry... uhh!" Then Anming bucked and squeaked. "You're... ha-ha... you're going to make me do it again... oh!" Another buck and a squeak. Well, her g-spot appeared to be in good working order. Zach added some lube and added a finger. Her vulva and the outermost five inches of her vagina were thoroughly slick. She was ready as she would ever be, but so very tiny. "Hey... huh hah!" she said with a squeak and a buck of her hips. He added a finger and with his two fingers made a come hither motion brushing her g-spot. She made noise with every thrust of his fingers. Her hips were shaking. He had to hold her tummy down to keep her from bucking out his fingers. Stroke, stroke, stroke, she seemed to be in continuous orgasm. Her arms were frozen in a fending position above her. Her eyes were closed and brows clenched. Her breathing was filled with rasping growls or squeaks. She was doing wonderfully with this, but he didn't want to wear her out, so he stopped. "What did you do to me?" she gasped when she could catch her breath.

"That's your g-spot," Zach said simply. "Do you want more of that?"

"Some other time," Anming said. "You're stalling again, diverting me, pampering me. I won't break. I can handle a little pain. After all, a baby will come through there. I want to bear your child, and for that, I need you to be able to finish your orgasm inside me. Why are you hesitating? Do my scars disgust you too much?" She was getting nervous and freezing up.

"On the contrary, I'm extremely excited to have you, Anming," Zach assured her. "I'm preparing you. This is part of being with an overly large man, okay? Soon you'll be able to take me without much preparation. To begin with, and especially considering your injuries, we should be cautious." This seemed to reassure her. Even though she was already very wet and well-lubed both, he spread medical lubricant all over his cock.

Anming looked like she could not wait another moment before bursting into tears. Zach spread her firmly but lovingly. With the fingers of one hand guiding it, he slowly pressed the head of his cock at her tiny opening. "Oof!" she said in surprise as his glans abruptly and tightly popped in.

"Please talk to me and tell me if you feel any pain," Zach asked.

"It feels good so far," Anming said with a smile. She might be lying, but if she was in pain, it didn't appear to be very much. Suddenly, nervously, she said, "I can't believe I'm doing this, you know, with the engine of destruction. I know babies come out of here, but..."

"Relax," soothed Zach. "Nothing's going to happen that you're not ready to try." Slowly, by the quarter inch, he pushed into her.

"I'm feeling pressure!" Anming reported.

Zach stopped and asked, "Good pressure or bad pressure?"

"Good pressure!" Anming said emphatically.

"That's good," Zach said, and continued.

"Oh, it's rubbing everything! Oh! Stop! I'm about to—" Anming's hips kicked and she growled and finished with a squeak.

"Are you okay?" Zach asked.

"Yes!" Anming said, "Are you feeling pleasure?"

"Yes, so much pleasure!" Zach said reassuringly and truthfully.

"You're being too solicitous again, Zachary," Anming said. "I can tell by the excitement in your body that you want to use me very hard for your pleasure, don't you?"

"I want to very much," Zach answered shakily as he slowly slid in further, "I can barely restrain myself. But the last thing I want to do is hurt you, Anming. I couldn't enjoy that."

"My sweet man," said Anming, "Nnnng. EEP!" From his position three quarters of the way in, Zach rocked back and then forward an inch, back and forward. She cried, "Don't restrain your pleasure in me, Zachary." She was still reasonably comfortable and feeling pleasure, so he picked up his pace and the length of his stroke. He could just barely feel the back of her now. He had an inch of cock to go. He was going very fast and shallow, and barely tapping the extent of her vagina lightly. "Ow! Ohwooooo!" she howled, suddenly lost in orgasm, thrashing.

"Are you good?" he ventured, stopping.

"I've never felt anything like that!" she said. "So intense! I feel so full! And when you move in me! Such pleasure! I'm rubbed so firmly! And I look down, I can't believe it all disappeared in there."

"Actually, I have another inch to go."

"My word!"

"This is fine, though. I feel the extent of you tight around me. Your vagina will stretch more as we make love. I won't force it. Enjoy it," Zach said, and he resumed moving in Anming deeply and slowly. Her body made movements that urged him to go faster and faster. It seemed that she was used to or liked a rapid pace. He didn't mind. He found her pace, which was fast, but she was ecstatic at that pace. She was out of her mind shouting random Chinese words, he assumed. She howled out orgasms with increasing ferocity as he continued to feel overwhelming pleasure from her slick tightness. He stopped worrying about her condition and lost himself in the pleasure of her vagina thrumming and gripping him so fiercely, and with each grip, another cry of pleasure was wrenched from her. Even though the pace was not his pace, his orgasm charged up on him. He preferred it slow and sometimes very slow where he could feel a woman more. He was all the way in now, hitting the back of her not too hard. At this pace, it was all jiggles, but in her Chinese puzzle of a snatch it didn't matter; it was going to get him. He panted, "I'm going to... inside... okay?" She was beyond reason. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She clutched him, convulsing, shouting Chinese punctuated by wet howls.