96: Sunday, Cancer 15, 232. 0800 hours OST: Siri
The Sunday after his challenging week of inseminations, Zach woke up late. Martha, Becky, Adah, and Naz, who had been sharing his bed, had risen. This was their habit, since he had been at the four of them all night. They had taken to tiptoeing off to their bedrooms when he fell asleep after having them at dawn. He reveled in the fact that this morning, he didn't have to chase them down and inseminate them again.
His schedule was suddenly back to normal. Sunday was usually Naz's day. He looked at his phone to find that the astrophysicists had taken the day off to sleep. Pointedly, he was directed to Michaela if he needed any companionship. He genuinely missed Anming by now. She hadn't served up any arousal duties for him during the week. He had seen her chatting in Mandarin with Lou fairly often, though. Well, good for her. He could miss her until tomorrow, Monday. That evening, she was scheduled to bend over the dinner table for him. For the time being, he thought he could make it. He'd had each of Becky, Adah, Naz, and Martha at least five sessions a day for the past week. That had cooled his jets, even his desire for Anming's tight horny embarrassed cunt!
He was off childcare duty until tomorrow. He silently thanked Colleen for getting him a day of rest after that crazy week. So, he had nothing specific to do.
As he came down the stairs, the house was quiet. Everybody was probably sleeping late after the exhausting week. He wondered if Lou was still around in somebody's bed. Almost certainly, he smirked.
He admitted Lou had helped a lot. According to the wives, he'd acted scrupulously to their wishes, keeping his semen clear of fertile vaginas. Even so, his participation made Zach uneasy. But, he couldn't argue the fairness of it. The Breeding Bitches and Noa had dropped by at all hours to tease and keep him going. The women deserved a little help, too.
He got clear of the apartments and walked over to the garden dome. It was so beautiful and fresh first thing in the morning. Within a few minutes, he was surrounded by plants, bushes, and trees growing thickly around him. It renewed his soul.
He heard a woman whimper, and whimper again; it was sexual. He looked over in the direction he'd heard it from, over a hedge. Sure enough, there was a tall thin dark haired man pumping his hips into a woman he couldn't see. The man was about his own height. It was Grant, if he wasn't mistaken. The woman was up on a planter table, legs splayed. Her legs were pale, so it wasn't Aanya, probably Charisse. Maybe too small? He decided to shift his perspective to see.
It was Stacy, the stunning little redheaded Russian botanist. How delicious she looked! She took Grant's excited thrusts, eyes shut. She had her shirt up, her bare delicious D tatas bouncing. She had lovely tight erect pink nipples! Her stretch pants and panties hung over a nearby bench. She had a tight tummy and a titian toned whisper of a muff. She appeared to be reaching for an orgasm, making little whimpers as if to say, "Almost!"
This made sense. Martha had told him the story of that first night after landing. After her strike-out with Zach, Martha and Stacy had gone hunting together. Martha had engaged Grant in conversation. Stacy had scooped up Tibs and was chatting away in Russian. When they reconvened, they quietly decided to switch dates. Grant and Tibs weren't hard to persuade. Zach guessed that Stacy must still see Grant, at least occasionally.
Stacy appeared to be enjoying herself, but she didn't seem to be orgasming. Maybe that was her speed. Grant finished with a grunt, his hips jerking excitedly as he unloaded into her womb. They exchanged a few words Zach couldn't make out. Then Grant slid out, zipped up, and left. Stacy hopped off the planter table, dripping Grant's semen. She scooped some of it off her leg and used an old towel to wipe it off her fingers. She put her panties and stretch pants on and walked away in the opposite direction.
Normally this voyeuristic smorgasbord would require Zach to beat off furiously. He was so exhausted from the previous week, he didn't feel the need. He was hard from the sight, but that was about it. He could save the memory for when he really needed something to think about while beating off.
Instead, for something to do, he looked up on the medical background tasks board. Medical Bay Five needed to be inventoried. It sounded like just the thing. He walked there and quickly completed the task. After that work, he walked back home and took a nap.
After a light lunch at the Breeding Bitches Saloon, he was feeling more normal, more horny. He hadn't ejaculated in over eight hours. That was an eternity in terms of the week he'd just been through. Even so, he didn't want to ask Michaela or Noa their availability. Perhaps tonight, if Naz begged off, he would ask. For the time being, he was horny, but content.
He looked again on the task board. There was another medical bay that needed inventorying, Medical Bay Thirteen, perfect mindless work. He could listen to music or medical podcasts during.
When he reached Medical Bay Thirteen, Siri was already in there inventorying it. She had removed her white coat and draped it over the examining table. Underneath, she wore a form-hugging white sleeveless t-shirt. Her darker nipples were evident through the fabric, both color and shape. From the waist down she wore baggy purple scrubs.
"Whoops," said Zach. "I'll go find something else to do."
"Wait, Zach," said Siri. "Inventory it with me? It will speed up the work. Unless you want to be alone."
"No, no, it's fine," replied Zach.
"It seems like you've been avoiding me, except at work," said Siri.
"I haven't," Zach insisted.
"I keep sending you nudes," said Siri. He remembered all too well what she'd looked like nude. Her perky tan-nippled breasts. The deep flushed glistening pink of her excited wet vagina. Her smooth bare pudenda. She was a classic beauty in every respect, but he didn't know her, except for Alexis's comments. Her provocative photos also stood between them, objectifying her further.
"You do," he replied.
"In response, you keep texting wow!" said Siri.
"I do, because they are wow!" The nudes were unsolicited, but nudes were nudes. Nudes of a colleague, to boot, which felt kind of illicit, though on Mars they weren't. He wasn't an idiot. And he was decidedly a voyeur, a fact likely shared with Siri if she'd asked anybody.
"Are you just being kind?" she asked. "Because no nudes back."
"Oh," said Zach. "Sorry about that. I grew up with prudes and don't know my manners. I know things are culturally different in Sweden. Happy to rectify the situation." He looked through his phone.
"Not old," said Siri with a moue. She smiled at him, eyes twinkling. "A fresh nude that you take when you're thinking of me. Like I send you a nude when I'm thinking of you."
"Those nudes were just for me? They're so artistic."
"Thank you. I'd like to think I pose well."
"In some of them, you spread yourself. You're wet."
"That's because I was thinking of when you made love to Colleen," she explained. "I think of it to this day."
"I'm an idiot. I didn't realize you were thinking of me so specifically, intensely." He knew she'd made love to a fair assortment of the mining crew during the trip to Mars. He'd assumed her nudes were what she sent to every man she was even vaguely interested in. Perhaps she was lying and they were. "Aren't you married to Homer?"
"No, I'm married to Lyndon, but we're getting a divorce."
