82: Friday, Mesha 20, 231. 0200 hours OST: Reentry Heat
The next day, Zach took Aanya with him on his rounds. They used Berte's scheduling system. It kept them on schedule checking their crewmates. It gave him sufficient time to rest between the women who expected sex. It gave him enough extra stamina to make love to the few more women who decided on the spot. Aanya stayed with him and masturbated happily as she watched him take her crewmates. They had enough time left over to check in on all of Aanya's beloved bacterial, mold, and fungal cultures.
Zach's Friday recreation time and sleep schedule belonged to Colby. She did him a great favor by coordinating with his graveyard sleep schedule as much as she could. She was used to napping at all hours, anyway. She was still wakeful during the sleep cycle since it was during her usual daytime hours. She tried to lay there with Zach and Colette and quietly read, but she could only be so quiet.
Zach felt her presence near him strongly, even while asleep. He woke up more often than usual. Sometimes he found himself already pressing or thrusting his straining erection against her as he awakened. By the time he was awake, he was impossibly urgent. His loving was quick, fierce, and passionate, almost a continuation of the dream state. Colette often roused, especially near the end, and fingered herself gently as she watched.
Colby found it gratifying, but exhausting. Zach seemed to desperately crave her that night. She felt good about giving herself to him. She switched to reading erotica and vibed herself to a climax here and there. Thus she stayed prepared and juicy for his next fierce needy ravaging. He was like clockwork that sleep cycle. It was comforting, his fierce sleepy lust for her. It made her worry less that her time with Jason and Mateo was eroding her relationship with Zach.
Resting cuddled between Colby and Colette, Zach asked, "Have you confessed to Jason?"
"No," said Colby.
"Time is running out."
"I'm aware."
Colby went on his Saturday rounds with him. Berte's scheduling system used the Latin phrase "Coitus post consultatio." It indicated tastefully when their crewmate wanted a good solid railing to accompany her wellness visit. When Colby saw this come up, she either stayed behind to help a crewmate or went ahead to visit with her next crewmate. It was disturbing to see how often this came up in his schedule. It would be even more disturbing for her to stand there and watch him do it. It amazed her that he could be at her all night and then do something like this the next day.
Saturday recreation and sleep cycles were Aanya's. To celebrate her recovery, Zach had long planned an elaborate mock-rape for her. At his command, she spoke to the mining crew about her penchant for mock-rape. She believed he merely wanted to embarrass and humiliate her. The mining crew learned that Aanya consented to and enjoyed these mock-rapes. Secretly, he enlisted their help.
Zach started Aanya's mock-rape by binding her and carrying her to Storage Room B5. He tied her legs apart, gagged her, and blindfolded her. Then the men arrived. Each of the five of them enjoyed Aanya at least once in her vagina and once in her anus. When Zach wasn't participating directly, he whipped her, extending her orgasms, or choked her, bringing them about.
Aanya quivered in orgasm frequently and made guttural animal sounds through her gag. Blindfolded, she didn't know which man or men were taking her. It was a blur of thrusting dicks, sending her to new heights of mock-rape abandon. She had never imagined a mock-rape could feel or be so disgustingly perverted. She could feel the semen spill out of her holes constantly as she was railed. She was in heaven.
Monday Mesha 23 was Anming's first night with Zach on Colby's new schedule. She came over and slept with him and Colette. She gritted her teeth and handled his virility all sleep cycle, orgasming too many times. Although he'd been checking in with her daily, they both missed sleeping with each other. It was challenging for her, but she'd truly missed being overdosed by his savage loving virility.
The next day, they both had their own duties to perform. Anming could not accompany him on his rounds. She had work to do with Michaela.
He couldn't keep his appointment schedule purring along so well without an assistant. Embarrassingly, he dropped in on Colby at an inopportune time. Mateo was there. It was obvious they had been in the middle of something. Their clothes were hastily thrown on. Mateo was obviously hard in his pants as he left them. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she didn't need lube for the speculum. She was gushing wet. He apologized for the intrusion as soon as the exam was over and left hastily.
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Zach was anxious to see Colleen again. The day her requested waiting period was up, he called her at 6 AM. He knew she always woke up on the dot.
She answered, "Carson? Oh... yes. You've been waiting patiently, haven't you, lover? You must have missed me, to be calling me at the earliest possible moment. I'm so sorry to have made you wait, Zach." It sounded like she covered her phone hastily. Zach heard her in the background saying, "No, you have to leave. No..." Then she returned to the phone. "Just give me a few minutes to wake up, lover. I'll see you at 6:30." She closed the call.
Zach felt a bit hurt or jealous from the exchange. He tried to be philosophical about it. Colleen was a woman who liked a little spice on the side. The terms of their open marriage were well-suited to this. She demonstrated her long term commitment to him with her huge belly, swollen with their child. These other men, he knew darn well she didn't prefer them. It was just that they were all about to disappear, probably for good. No more spice on the side for at least two years, for her or any of the women. In this context, Colleen's behavior made perfect sense.
Zach was sure there was a feeding frenzy for the mining crew among his crewmates. It was only eleven days until the colony crew landed at their base south of Mons Olympus. The mining crew were headed instead for a landing site just south of Elysium Mons, forty-six hundred kilometers to the east. It was unplanned and unlikely that the two crews would meet in the seven hundred and eighty days they would share on the surface of Mars.
Zach knocked on Colleen's hatch at 6:30 as requested. She answered it naked, let him in, and shut and locked the hatch. They kissed. The room stunk of her excitement and a whiff of semen. She rubbed her hands on him as he undressed. She did it as if she missed him. He was being too hard on her, and on himself. She probably really did miss him. He needed to lighten up.
"I'm looking forward to settling down on Mars with you, Zach," Colleen told him, looking deep in his eyes. "You know that's what I want." She had evidently picked up on his sourness and assumed correctly he felt abused by her. "It's the right thing to do, but it's hard to be apart from you so much," she said. "Anytime you're feeling lonely, you call me, okay?"
"Okay," he said. He didn't know quite what to say to that, but he figured it was a safe answer.
They kissed again. As soon as his pants fell, she stroked and pumped his half-erect cock with one hand. She stole some slick goop from her overflowing pussy, her own mixed with somebody else's. She stroked it onto his cock to masturbate it slickly. She got down on her knees and put some of his penis in her mouth. As she tongued him, she expertly stroked his shaft with her hands. She was getting to be a better cocksucker. She'd been getting a lot of practice, he guessed.
She fell back on the bed and opened her arms and legs. "I'm ready for you, lover."
He got down on his haunches and sidled his face up to her vulva.
"I'm already ready."
"Berte insists, you understand."
Colleen nodded and looked away, blushing. "In that case, go ahead."
She smelled and tasted like a skanky, slutty, sweaty version of Colleen compared to the usual clean one. She hadn't had a chance to shower between men. He tasted the semen, fairly invisible on the outside, but still coating her vaginal entrance. It was kind of voyeuristic, and he felt himself harden. Colleen was quiet, flushed. That, too, was a turn on. So strange that a thing could be so disturbing to him on one level, and yet, a turn-on.
What was healthy was to talk about it. "My attitude is uncalled for," he told her. "I'm trying to correct it."
"It's my fault, Zach. I cut you off. You were hurt. I was selfish."
"I'm the one who's being selfish."
"Shut up while I explain this. To me, Zach, sex with you is an addiction. It's so fucking pleasurable I can't get enough of it. I want it badly, and I want it all night long. But like all addictions, there's a downside. I climb out of bed the next morning with a very tender crotch and usually a very tender anus. I walk around like a cripple, and don't even want to think about sex. If another man approaches me during that time, I want to choke him before emphatically telling him no."
"I wish I didn't hurt you. It's not my intention. Perhaps more lube?"
