Founders Ch 72

72: Wednesday, Aquarius 11, 231 0400 hours OST: Bubble Drain

It had been two weeks since the Christmas celebrations. Zach floated up into the core one night to find it transformed into a wonderland of evocative lighting. The bubble glowed softly from many points within. He saw that the lights inside resembled flowers. They glowed pastel colors that cycled.

As Zach pushed into the bubble, he saw the lighting's profound effect on the inside. He saw everything. The light was gentle, inspiring. It was barely enough to see by, like what he imagined fairy light would be. Colleen and Alexis were snoring softly together in Alexis's bag. It must be lonely for Alexis now that Colette was out. Michaela, who was usually waiting for him asleep in the fuckspace, was curled up in her bag. Anming was asleep in the fuckspace.

Zach floated silently over to Anming. She was sleeping peacefully. The fuckspace was transparent and filled with water. He had never simply observed a sleeping woman in it. Before this, it had always been dark in the core at night. His throat caught and he teared up. He hadn't seen Anming like this, really ever. She was a goddess of ancient Chinese legend. The goddess of space-time, fields, and quanta, all. One hand floated above her head. The other rested on her exquisite tummy. She was here waiting for him. By the enigmatic smile on her face, she was perhaps dreaming of him. Her black tribble punctuation of a bush was clearly visible. Her delicate vulva was hidden by her neutral leg position. She was a mysterious invitation.

Zach gently kissed Anming's face. Slowly, she roused, sighed, and stretched. She arched her back, toes pointed. As he gently drew her out of the fuckspace, he kissed her reverently: neck, breasts, tummy, and thighs. They floated together in the open space of the bubble.

Zach turned her around and nuzzled between her thighs, gently suckling. Her scent had exotic sharp overtones with a baseline of electric desire. He tasted here especially the brilliant thoughts that electrified every pore of her body. More, more, more, but gently, on her clitoris, so electric. She shuddered, still half asleep, her body filling and arching with excitement as they floated. One tiny hand gripped onto his tumescent cock for stability as they floated and slowly spun.

Anming puffed, breathed, and arched. She hissed and gritted her teeth as she climaxed, determined not to wake her crewmates. After that, she relaxed and breathed, "My husband."

Zach spun Anming around to face him. "You're so beautiful, floating asleep in this gentle light," he whispered.

"The lights were my idea," Anming whispered. They softly bounced off one wall of the bubble. "For my trouble, the others made me... present myself like a dirty slut."

"You've never been here in the thing for me before," Zach said. "Sweetheart, it's not being a slut. When you offer yourself, it's a very special gift to me."

"I'm happy I fulfilled my obligation to please you, my husband," Anming said meekly. He appreciated that she was actively avoiding arguing with him about her peeves. Normally, she would be compelled to point out the crass nature of awaiting him naked and ready.

"You've pleased me so much," Zach cooed to her. "I want to taste your beautiful body with my mouth all night. You have a certain electricity in you that goes straight to my brain."

"Please enjoy yourself with your dutiful wife," Anming whimpered. She was modestly informing Zach that she yearned instead to be railed like there was no tomorrow.

Zach pushed off and flew with Anming back over to the fuckspace. He held her tightly to him as he shimmied them into it. She looked up at him intensely, teeth gritted, expectant as he thrust her legs through the slots. She was the greatest mind who had ever lived. In this moment, she was entirely his own shy, modest, submissive prize. He rocked into her wet tightness with utter delight. She grunted shrilly with the effort and pleasure of opening for him.

Anming was fully wet and tented. Her tiny quim, amazingly, was now a familiar hostess to Zach's raging cock. He had enormously good leverage this time especially. He slammed into her with relish, shaking the whole bubble. She squeaked with the effort, filled and opened completely. "EEErrrr!" she strained, orgasming for him. She knew it pleased him for her to feel the greatest pleasure. She tried to do it for him often.

Zach took in the sight of Anming naked, glowing, trapped upon his straining ardor. He beat out a song of love on the back wall of her vagina. She responded frequently with the mewing cries of orgasm, like a bird or a baby. Her electric smell and taste filled his senses, drove him past the brink. "RAAAAH!" he wailed, startling the other women awake. Anming's nails dug into his shoulders as she joined him in the oneness of orgasmic bliss. There was stillness.

Colleen woke up covered in wet. Anming's baby-like cries of orgasm had made both her teats pump out a healthy supply of colostrum while she slept. She supposed she would have to wear noise canceling headphones to bed.

Anming shimmied to the entrance of the fuckspace. Zach grabbed her. "Where are you going?"

"My husband, it's our treasured wife Colleen's turn to share bliss with you. I can't-"

Zach grabbed Anming by the hips and pulled her down on his rigid spreading cock. She gasped in unexpected surprise. "I'm not done enjoying you," he moaned. Her slick tightness, splashing with semen, yielded again and again to his romantic ramming. In feeble resistance, her hands pushed against him, denying herself an unfair turn. He loved feeling her nails gently dig in as her resistance collapsed into burning need. Her tight womb fluttered in delight as she completely surrendered to his pounding passion. "EEE! Rrrrruh! Hnnnn!" She thrashed against him and snarled as animal lust overtook her.

This time Zach took longer as Anming racked up a multitude of shrill squeaking orgasms. She didn't want to disturb her friends, but her body was out of control. It did what it must to express the pleasure convulsing her body.

Anming gurgled in anticipatory delight as Zach entered his short strokes. Her tangy scent of excitement intertwined with the clean scent of his fresh semen. She was so beautiful in the soft light. Her ass, taut with excitement, felt so good gripped tight in his sensitive hands. Plumbing her tight fluttering pussy was overwhelming. He locked, extended into her fully. The hot thrust of his juice splashed into her as he moaned in delight and she shrieked. They floated, catching their breath.

"Sounds like you're killing each other over there," Alexis teased. "Plus my milk is now everywhere."

"Yes, Anming sucking our Zach dry like vampire," said Michaela.

"And so greedy, again and again," teased Colleen. "I lost count of your orgasms, Chinese wife."

"He made me," argued Anming.

"No is a word," said Colleen.

"I obey and serve my husband," Anming insisted. As she said it, Zach's penis was still filling her to bursting and ever so slowly relaxing inside her. She felt overwhelming satisfaction at the declaration, the oneness. With the fulcrum of Zachary's ardent love, she was confident she could move the universe.

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The following day around noon, Colette walked into Medical Bay A where Zach was working. "How are you doing?" he asked. Without a word, she dropped to her knees, fished his penis out of his pants, and slipped it into her mouth. He grabbed onto her head in surprise and for stability. He looked over his shoulder guiltily. Colby was right around the corner from them in Control Room A. Plus, Aanya, Berte, Ethan, and Aiden were all wandering around somewhere at this hour. This was a very public area, and he wasn't sure he could keep quiet. He gasped. Should he tell her to stop? But it felt so good. Too good. He decided to hold on for dear life and try to make as little noise as possible. He wouldn't be able to last long.

Mere moments later it seemed, Zach hissed and grunted as he ejaculated down Colette's throat. The ghost of Christmas present had finally caught up to him. Gasping, calming, he whispered to Colette, "To what do I owe the honor?"

Colette wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and replaced Zach's penis in his pants. She stood up and placed his hand on her baby bump. He felt a gentle kick. "Thank you, Zach," she said simply. He leaned in to kiss her passionately, and she let him. She would let him do anything sexual he wanted to with her, for all it mattered. "I'm glad it's you," she said with an enigmatic smile. She made a phone calling sign at the side of her head, like, "Call me." Then she walked away.

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A few days later, Zach woke up with a raging hard need for Berte. He must have dreamed of her. Quietly, so as not to disturb Colby sleeping beside him. He texted Berte, "Can we meet? I'm missing you terribly."

Berte texted back, "I'm piloting the ship now, so nope :-)"

"How about 10 AM when you get off duty?" Zach texted desperately.

"Have to look at the fusion bottles and the ion drive," Berte replied. "Need to keep my hands on the wheel, figuratively speaking, during my watch. But somebody still has to service the fusion bottles and ion drive, else we'll explode."

"I appreciate that," Zach texted back, groaning to himself. Colby stirred and he put a lid on it. "Tonight??"

"Aiden has dibs on me at bedtime," said Berte. "I've just taught him to switch and finish in my butt. He's very excited about it. So am I :-) He's really good at pulling my hair as he does it from behind. Woof!"

"I'm happy for you, honey," texted Zach. He was, in a desperate sort of way. "I guess you're all booked up," he texted. He almost burst into tears.

"Not at all," texted Berte. "What with the butt stuff, Aiden will be all drained and out cold by 3 PM, 4 PM at the latest. I can meet you then :-)"

Zach texted, "We can meet in A1, Colleen's and Anming's quarters. They're empty at the moment. 4 PM?"

"You've got it, lover :-)" texted Berte. Zach smiled. He was not an infant. He could wait.

Later that day, around 5 PM, Zach was naked and snuggled up to Berte, feeling so complete and perfect. They had fucked like wildcats for an hour. She was full of his semen. Both holes. All was right with the world. He was suckling colostrum from her right breast, relaxed, listening. She said, "You're right that it would take a lot of water to shield the habitat ring, about 8,800 metric tons of it. It's not because that mass on the rim would cause it to tear apart. That only amounts to 11 kilopascals over the inner dimension of the ring. In contrast, the strength of carbon fiber is typically 228 gigapascals."

"No," Berte continued. "The problem is the gyroscopic effect." Zach remembered his college physics classes. Of course! "You see, angular momentum must always be conserved. That means, practically speaking, we have to fight the spinning of the ship to turn the ship. The heavier the ring, the harder it is to turn. That's why the ring must be as light as possible. Otherwise, it would cost way too much energy to steer the ship."

Her right teat was pretty much empty. Her left was shooting little droplets into his face that seemed to squeak, suck me! suck me! He paused during switching nipples and said, "Next question: Why did you just name your breasts Frustration and Depression?"

"A friend of mine, Sheila, did it first," answered Berte. "I just thought it was cute and fitting. They're two things I struggle with as well. So, say hello to my little friends."

"Not so little," said Zach as he latched onto Frustration. He purred as the colostrum let loose down his throat. It tasted like quite the opposite to him.

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That evening, he was looking down at beautiful Colleen as they made love. She was having an enjoyable moment. He watched with delight as her breath caught and she tensed in orgasm. Her right breast gave him a good healthy squirt of colostrum in the sternum. Since they were weightless in the fuckspace, it shattered into little droplets that flew in all directions.

Acting swiftly, Zach dipped down into the fuckspace and latched onto Colleen's right teat. He gently pinched her left nipple to try to prevent it from going off in parallel. He got a good strong latch on her right. The colostrum came hesitantly, but it came.

Fifteen minutes later, Colleen's breasts were dry. She enthused, "Mmmm, I feel better than I have in weeks. Now fill me with your cock again, Zach... UUNH! That's the ticket! Fuck me stud! Oh fuck yeah!" Her nails dug into his back, holding on for dear life. He pounded the living hell out of her from his position of firm leverage.

"Don't wear him out," chuckled Alexis from her sleeping bag.

"Yes, save cream for us," said Michaela.

Anming's heavy-lidded eyes gazed over at the writhing, excited lovers. She muttered softly to herself in Chinese. "Fuck our wife with all your prowess, my husband... yes, fuck the top of her head off... yes, the feel of him filling you... yes, the delicious pressure... yes, good, good, so very good..." In the depths of her sleeping bag, she helplessly touched herself closer and closer to a massive orgasm.

As Zach and Colleen rested in each other's arms, Alexis floated over. "I'm feeling antsy tonight."

Zach looked at Alexis with sleepy contentment, his face at her tit level, with a smile. Uncharacteristically, Anming cried out piercingly like a bird or a hungry baby as her powerful orgasm overtook her. Hearing the sound, Alexis's breasts unloaded a deluge into Zach's face, drenching him. "Now I'm awake," he sputtered, and the three of them laughed. There was definitely some extra bubble cleaning to be done tomorrow morning.

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On the next day, Sunday, the fifteenth of Aquarius, Michaela began a new fertile week. This time, she insisted on, and Colleen granted, extraordinary powers. She required Zach to spend every afternoon with her, all afternoon. The three other women must turn away and play loud music in their headphones. Anming often already did this while the fuckspace was being used during their awake period.

On her first fertile afternoon, Michaela was waiting anxiously for Zach in the fuckspace when he arrived. He remarked to her on the other women turned away, listening to music. "Have you suddenly gotten shy?" he asked.

"Yes, my darling," Michaela said. "Is just for us. I missed you. Yes, I miss you when you're gone from me, Zachary. You're breaking down my resistance. Please make gentle romantic love to me. Please fill me with your love- ahh!"

Zach had drawn her out of the fuckspace and had his mouth lovingly on her vulva. He needed a moment to think, and performing cunnilingus was a good time to think deep thoughts. Michaela had never been this way with him. It was probably some angle.

At the end of the afternoon, Michaela talked to Zach about how he filled her with joy. She smiled a lot, which was particularly disconcerting. Michaela never smiled. He wondered whether he was losing his mind.

When they were decent, they roused the three other women out of their corners. The instant the others were present, Michaela reverted to exactly her usual sullen and gruff self. She even told him to fuck off as he left. He was left perplexed to say the least.

Zach noticed something about Michaela in addition to this weirdness. Instead of watching and masturbating as she generally did, she began turning away. If during the day, she would turn away and put on headphones. At night, she would be turned away and sleeping with headphones on.

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One night, Zach was wandering around the ship after Colby had gone to sleep. He heard up the corridor the distinctive rising tones Charisse's excitement at getting railed. Sure enough, in Hydroponics Bay A2, he spied that Mateo had Charisse up against a low table and was hammering her. He'd heard that they spent the night together nowadays.

They looked well suited. He'd be the last one to complain about Charisse and Mateo getting snuggly together during their sleep cycle. Apparently, their passion even overflowed that. Here they were, making out like wildcats in a public area of the ship. This time was the equivalent of their evening recreation period. Could it be true love for Charisse? Zach felt just a tiny pang.

In addition to that pair, Zach heard that the mining crew had acquired some overnight companionship. Jason was reportedly sleeping alone. Zach heard rumors from Alexis that Jason was successfully making the rounds during his waking period. Zach knew that Ethan and Aanya were constant sleeping and sex partners, as were Aiden and Berte.

Ayana was allowing Khushi to enjoy the mining crew as she saw fit. Zach was forbidden, and so far, Khushi was obeying Ayana's restriction. The stated reason was that Khushi should only be romantic with Ayana. The rest was supposedly just sex. Zach hoped Khushi could keep a secret. He knew she would never sleep with a man she didn't care for.

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"Is this really the real you?" Zach asked Michaela during their next afternoon together. She was acting strange again.

"Is really me, Zach. Falling in sloppy love for my Zachary," Michaela answered. "Can I call you mine? I'm helpless. I want your romantic touches. I want so badly to carry your baby deep inside my womb. To bear you healthy child for you. To serve as mother of your child. I yearn deep in my womb, Zachary. Desperately, I need your lovemaking."

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Just because Berte and Aanya had regular sleeping partners didn't mean that they didn't hook up with Zach. A couple times a week without fail, the women would get with him. With Berte, it was often after Aiden had fallen asleep. With Aanya, it was either then or during her watch when she could get away from Ethan.

Michaela continued to behave in the oddest way with Zach. He had to admit, he loved it, though. It was like she was a whole different person, smiling, laughing. The new Michaela was a person he was beginning to crush mightily on. He caught himself daydreaming about her. She was definitely someone to wonder about these days.

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One evening at 6 PM, at the changeover meeting with Ayana, he was struggling with himself as usual. They covered emergency care on the ship in twelve hour shifts. Zach was 6 AM to 6 PM. Ayana was 6 PM to 6 AM. They had one meeting a day at 6 PM to go over anything. At the end of the meeting, he always struggled to not mention Khushi. His exclusion from her life was a matter for them to work out, not his concern. This evening he failed to keep quiet. "What's your concern regarding Khushi seeing me every once in a while? She loves you very deeply, you know."

"Romantic monogamy is a normal thing, Zach," Ayana replied. "It's the normal thing even with open relationships. It's certainly what I prefer. I believe it to be healthy and constructive in a committed relationship."

"Have you thought about whether it's working for Khushi?" asked Zach.

"She doesn't mention you," said Ayana. "It seems as though she would if it really mattered to her." That's where their discussion of the matter ended. He didn't put any weight into her statement that Khushi didn't talk about it. Maybe she didn't want to start an argument every time they talked. He could understand that. But if Khushi didn't mention him, why the resistance? At any rate, he knew it had been a bad idea to talk to Ayana. He shouldn't compound it by discussing the matter further with her.

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On Michaela's last insemination day, she actually began to cry real tears at the thought they could no longer be "honest" with each other while making love. Zach negotiated successfully with Colleen that the sessions should continue unchanged. He argued that Michaela's ovulation cycles might just be a lot less predictable than other women's.