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69: Monday Oct 19, 2043, 0900 hours CST: Countdown

"Colby my darling, how was your week of wedded bliss?" asked Zach.

"I'm looking forward to... let's see... 52 weeks in a year... ten times a year for the next 100 years more of this," Colby chuckled. "Yeah, in about 50 years, I'll be like, yeah. All night with a mechanized robot with a baseball bat for a dick? Bring it on! I won't even feel it. I've had my Zach reaming me to the size of a zeppelin hangar for the last 50 years."

"So I'm just preparation for our future robotic overlords?" said Zach.

"If so, I'll be prepared," kidded Colby. "I think I'll be walking funny until next time. Did you know the staff secretary, when she sees me, now greets me with 'Howdy cowpoke'? That's on you, buddy. Oh yeah, and the women around that office have started asking, 'How can I learn to walk like that?' I tell them it's a trade secret because you're all mine. Mine and, you know..." She had a touch of sadness that was gone in an instant. "I can still feel it in my tits from when you got me back-"

"Yeah," recalled Zach, "You started laughing, so I started laughing, but it was serious, and-"

"But after Berte you started making stuff up!" Colby laughed, "THIS is so you don't mess with Texas! THIS is to free the penguins!" They had a laughing fit together. "But tit slapping moratorium. Ha ha. Tit slapping armistice. I'm a reformed tit pacifist."

"Ha ha me too," agreed Zach.

"So I'll make sure all of Trigonometry knows the rule," smirked Colby.

"The rule?"

"Of how to treat you at the dinner table," said Colby.

"I thought that was ours," said Zach.

"It's clear to me you need it, and things like it, to stay healthy," said Colby. "Or not 'need.' More like it's a good way to keep you healthy, keep you all tuned up and purring."

"Purring," said Zach, "got it."

"Well, I'm off," Colby said.

"Um," Zach said. He didn't even know why. Or he did. Colby had put the image of Anming in his mind. She bent over his dining table with a humiliated, reproachful look and hesitantly, obediently exposed herself. There was Colleen slipping down her slacks and panties. She bent over his table with bedroom eyes and a sweet smirk. In his mind, Berte dropped her drawers and bent over with a confused look. She hadn't quite followed Colby's reasoning. She didn't quite know what to expect. Then was the vision of Aanya. She bent over and exposed her firm copper bubble buns, purring, waiting passively for her mock-rape. "Um," he stood up to face her. The hard-on straining in his pants was obvious.

"Zach," Colby said, shaking her head in wonder at his horniness. "Okay," she said. She stepped over to her usual fucking spot at the dining table. She slid her jeans and panties down to her knees. She rested and adjusted her front and head on the table for comfort. "I'm still slick from our morning, uh, however many times. Could you be quick? I have a 10 AM at the base." She was careful for his feelings. "I don't want to rush you, lover. It's just the demands of work."

Zach stepped around the table to behind Colby and unzipped. She was right, she was drenched. There was a little white showing, but mostly, it seemed, her own juice. He pushed into her with delight. She made a sound between intense pleasure and receiving a swift bear hug. She turned her head to the side. She knew he liked to see her face during. He hiked up the back of her blouse and ran his hands up onto her back. He delighted in the look and feel of her dark skin against his pale hands. As he enjoyed pushing and opening her wet tightness, he thought of their next hundred years, as she said. Her need for this time between them.

It stabbed him in the chest suddenly, that he couldn't really provide her with a happily ever after. Her one-on-one was not a permanent home but a time share. His reasoning sacked him again, how he would never provide what she needed. She was perfect, and he was a cheating dirtbag. "Honey," Colby broke in, "Are you crying?"

Tears squeezed helplessly out of Zach's eyes as he rapidly approached his crisis. She was with him. She whimpered and quivered out another orgasm. He felt so at one with her. She was his everything. He wanted to give... everything. His hips smacked and locked against her ass. He lovingly placed a thick dollop of his best deep into her womb. He sighed. More tears. He didn't want to tell the truth. She knew it anyway. "It's just that I love you so much," he said softly, apologetically.

"Honey, this isn't goodbye," Colby scolded. "Call if you need me anytime, even in the middle of the night. We'll go somewhere private and take care of you, okay, no questions asked."

Colby was treating Zach's desire for her like a physical addiction. She wasn't far from wrong, he supposed. She misunderstood his tears, which was just as well. He felt the lie between them though. "I'm sad that I can't give you everything you need."

"Honey, you give me absolutely everything I need," Colby argued a little too stridently. "Do you think I care about those other bitches? Well, they're friends of mine, actually, so I'm glad they get to be satisfied. But you get what I mean? I'm fine. I'm solid. Put it out of your mind, baby. Is this why you were crying yesterday afternoon? Oh, sweetheart!"

Actually, Zach had been crying yesterday afternoon because Berte left town. "It was related," he replied. He had a deeper web of lies wrapped around trying not to hurt Colby. He unpinned her from the dining table. He caught most of their product in his hand as he pulled out of her. He washed his hands in the sink as she arranged herself. She gave him a peck on the cheek. He heard his apartment door open and close. Duty called. She had been more than generous. She was more than generous. She was perfect. And he didn't deserve her. Sooner or later, that fact would catch up to them both. For now, for as long as he could, he resolved to ignore the problem.

-----

Trigonometry decreed that he would spend the next week without a wife. Instead he would focus all out on getting Michaela pregnant. Time was short. It was long past time, in the entire crew's minds, to knock up the Bulgarian. The crew must complete their collection of babies.

To this end, Zach began his week by having lunch with Michaela. "Ayana did all tests possible," she reported. "Called in fertility specialist to look as well. Was convinced it must be man. Ayana showed slides of all your many happy creature. She threw up hands, too." She smiled and added, "Ayana even did orgasm response test. Was thinking something wrong with cervix or muscles during the fuck. But no. Tenting fine. Cervix contracts very strong. Should admit many healthy sperm. So we all throw up hands." She smirked. "At least got couple really good orgasms out of it."

There were a couple of young coeds at the table next to them. In the loud coffee shop, they were furtively glancing at Michaela and muttering back and forth. No doubt Michaela's talk of orgasms had caught their attention.

"So what should we do this week?" asked Zach. "I'm at your service."

"We should be scientific," said Michaela. "Use principles of animal husbandry. Horse breeders know, little details can make big difference. Notable that you look at one of the ones I give choker to, all baby eyes. Us, good friends, but..."

"The best of friends!" Zach assured her, not knowing what she was driving at. "You know I have the utmost respect for you. And Anming, I know she wouldn't be making the progress she is without your help."

"Da, da, da, good friends," Michaela confirmed. "Most men, shitbags, but you, you are example of all best men. Great doctor, every dream of father. Are everything dead mother, bog da i pochiva dushata, would want husband. Okay, we think great, but back to subject, Zach. Baby eyes, but not same between us, good friends but not LOVE. Love is ingredient, too."

Michaela turned to the coeds, who had been a little too obvious in their efforts to overhear. "It has been only fuck friends between me and this stud, but now I want baby." The girls laughed with embarrassment. Michaela continued, "I tell him stud, pump me with huge dick. Like this girls." She indicated Zach's length with her fingertips. More nervous laughter from the coeds. "And woof," said Michaela, clenching her tiny fist to somehow give an indication of his girth. The coeds were blushing. Their eyes were locked on Michaela, definitely not Zach, definitely nothing below the neckline.

Michaela continued with her captive audience. "Make orgasm deep inside me, many deep orgasm, can't describe, then he waits another orgasm and boom!" The two girls jumped slightly. "His hot fluid is everywhere, everywhere inside! So much pressure!" The coeds were blushing deeper. "Repeat two or three times, many orgasm, boom! Fluid everywhere. Repeat. Orgasms. Boom! But after," here Michaela shrugged, "fuck off stud, is time for nap." The girls exploded in peals of laughter. Michaela and Zach joined to a lesser extent.

"So my idea, so my idea," Michaela calmly repeated, bringing her audience to order. "This week we handle stud just like breeding stallion, yes? Stud has many wives." Incredulous looks from the coeds. "Yes, many," she assured them. "Is like when they bring a new girl horse for stallion to fuck. First, stallion, smells his own dear wives, yes, wives get him all ready and loving. Then boom! In strange girl horse. Knocked up success."

"What exactly are you proposing?" Zach asked. The coeds were clearly wondering the same thing.

"Like I said," Michaela told Zach, turning to him. "Gather all possible wives. Make baby googly eyes and chase, get close. I hips up, keep myself on edge of orgasm waiting, and then boom, you enter, we orgasm, hot fluid injection. Then start over. Then I get thick fertile semen from you chasing wives with googly eyes. At last moment, boom, down into my pussy again. Body no time to react, must shoot good fertile stuff into yours truly. Understand?" This all with appropriate hand gestures.

"Well, good luck, heh heh," said one of the coeds. The two backed away from Michaela and scampered out of the coffee shop.

"When do you want to do this?" asked Zach.

"All week," said Michaela.

At Michaela's suggestion, Zach called around to muster what wives he could. Colleen and Colby were quickly onboard. Given it was her esteemed coworker, Anming was mortified. She knew Michaela was a regular sex partner of his. But the thought of being in a sexual situation together with her was embarrassing. She knew it was important to Michaela. Moreover, she drew great pride from being an obedient wife. She would serve.

After those three, there were conflicts. Aanya was off somewhere with Aarav. Berte was with Ben. Michaela thought of Charisse but immediately rejected the notion. Zach felt a pang of sadness at that.

A phone exchange with Khushi revealed new wrinkles. She said, "Zachary, I think I must entertain other lads for now. Ayana is suspicious of our love. She believes we should be romantic only with each other and see others for sex only. I don't believe the same. I feel something special for you, Zach, something we haven't fully been able to explore. I don't think I could make love to a man I didn't have feelings for. I'm not one for casual sex like Ayana." Clearly, Khushi had things to work out with Ayana before she could participate in something like Michaela's scheme.

Zach called Becky. "I'm so sorry Zach," she said. "My dating service has me running around every evening this week. They're really pouring it on. They think it will be easier for me to land a man before I start showing. They are calling me all the time, too, and watching me like a hawk. They are the best service in town, as you know. I can't afford to piss them off. Their rules are very strict about ex-boyfriends. I know you're not really an ex-boyfriend yet, but you know. I still don't want to piss them off. Give me a week to make arrangements, would you, dear?" So, no Becky this week.

"That's everybody," Zach told Michaela.

"Not so fast," said Michaela. "I know about other bitches. You must take break from bitches. All semen HERE," she said, adamantly pointing to her crotch.

Reluctantly, Zach called Beatrice. "Sweetheart," he said, "I've got surprise crazy things going on all week at work. Centrifuges and things. Look it up. Absolutely we'll do it next week, all back to normal. Love you. Tell Eric I'm sorry. Bye." He used the same excuse with Emma. Michaela nodded in satisfaction.

The five of them arrived at Colby's house at dinnertime. Colby began singing and cooking for the group. She had been out of her own kitchen for a week, and it was good to be back. Colleen was assisting, buoyed by Colby's ebullient mood. They were joking and laughing together.

At the table, Michaela and Anming were locked in an incomprehensible discussion about their work. It was something about whether certain properties of space-time could or could not be asymptotic.

Zach had a chance to sit back. He enjoyed being in the room with these four beautiful, powerful, fiery women. Colby was in a rare mood. He dared to hope their week together had something to do with it. She looked animated, fulfilled, more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. And Colleen, so youthful, a decade younger than Colby or himself. Yet she was so commanding, a superhero, archetypal. He watched her joke and laugh casually with the mortals around her. Anming, serene and so perfectly beautiful in the middle of her intellectual blizzard. No this, because that. And Michaela, the tiny fiery redhead. So interesting, so exciting to see her here in Colby's kitchen, knowing what was coming. She was bobbing and weaving with her logic looking for a weakness in Anming's clearly controversial thought.

As the five of them neared the end of the meal, Colleen prompted Colby, "So, the new rule."

"What about it?" asked Colby. "Straightforward."

"Well," said Colleen with a grin, "there's nothing like a demonstration. Would you mind?"

"Well, I'll show you a little, but I've just had a week. So really I must give it to somebody else." She stood up, staggered a little. "Plus, I'm still limping."

Colleen chuckled, "That you are."

"Well, it's simple. You just brace yourself against the table. Zach gets the picture, don't you?" Zach nodded. He noticed that Michaela was watching Colby with a grin. Anming was shielding her eyes from the sight of Colby. She didn't want to admit what they were talking about into her senses. Colby continued, "You can shake your butt a little if you want to be clearer." At this point she gave her ass a delightful little wiggle. "But already-" At this point, Zach stood up and began to move around the table. "But as I said, somebody else- Zach- Zach!" Colby ducked out of the way. A giggling Colby ran out of the kitchen, chased by a laughing Zach. The sound of running and squeaks and shrieks erupted here and there in the house as the chase continued.

Presently, the shrieks and running ended abruptly in the living room. The three women went there to investigate. A panting Zach was laid out on his tummy on the couch. Almost hidden, a panting Colby was trapped underneath him. "Zach, you just had a whole week of me!" To the women, she cried, "You don't know what it was like!"

"Oh it must have been horrible," Colleen chortled.

"Good time to start," said Michaela. There was just enough room left on the long couch for her to sit. She fished a small vibrator out of her purse by the couch.

Anming turned away from the scene, said "dishes" by way of explanation, and left the room. Colleen grinned and went to join her.

Michaela sat down, twisted her vibrator on, and began to play it under her skirt. Zach started fussing with Colby's clothes and his own, half wrestling. Colby was giggling, not really resisting. "Is auspicious," Michaela enthused. "Colby first wife to achieve knock-up." Zach didn't mention it had actually been Berte, but perhaps Michaela meant the first of those assembled.

Colby complained between orgasms, "You're going to cripple me!" She and Michaela were right next to each other on the couch by then. Both of them barked reminders to Zach to transfer as he approached his crisis.

Zach pulled out of Colby. Smoother than any of them expected, he moved over to Michaela. He plunged into her tight, slick womb with barely a break in his rhythm. Michaela began orgasming like a champ as soon as he entered her. In a few strokes, he gushed and squirted with a groan, filling her with his hot semen. "Feels like love semen," Michaela gurgled to a grinning Colby. They high-fived each other with glee.

"Go again?" prompted Michaela.

"He's always ready for a second time," assured Colby, then she groaned, "but for real, girl, I am wrecked."

Michaela spanked Zach on the side of the leg. "Up now! Kitchen," she ordered. "Grab fresh wife." Holding their clothes enough to walk, the couple left for the kitchen.

Anming protested but obeyed. She covered her eyes so she didn't need to see her colleague Michaela as matters unfolded. Zach bent Anming over the dining table. She only needed a brief little kiss and suck of oral before she orgasmed. She was poised, thirsty and wet for more. Despite her protests, she was evidently juicy with thoughts of this night's plans. She whimpered pitifully and orgasmed as Zach entered her and opened her joyfully. Right next to her at the table, Michaela braced herself and prepared with her vibrator. Part of Zach's first dose dripped lazily from her onto the kitchen floor.

Another transfer. Anming was left shaking and whimpering from a lack of that final hot satisfying flood. Instead, Michaela, poised right next to her, got it intensely. She moaned in orgasm and thorough satisfaction as Zach's penis filled her again and shot its straining intense cargo.

Colleen was next to serve as proxy. Through the evening and deep into the night, the wives rotated. Michaela was skilled at teasing herself, but fought sleep to continue the process. Zach began dropping asleep after every orgasm, but the next wife would rouse him and begin her teasing work. They were relentless on Michaela's behalf.

The next day, Zach was dragging. He was hugely grateful he had canceled Beatrice and Emma for the week. It would have been way too much.

The morning had stopped at Colby. As the dinner meal finished, Anming, without prompting, quietly covered her eyes and bent over the table. Michaela rushed to fetch her vibrator. Colleen and Colby dealt with the dishes.

All in all, it was a grueling, harrowing week for all of them, especially Zach. There were very few accidental discharges. Michaela became increasingly confident of success, her tiny womb always flooded and dripping with "love semen" as she termed it.

-----

The following Monday, with great relief, Zach settled into a quiet week living with Anming at his place. As with Colby, Anming began her tenure by sniffing and poking around. These women could get territorial. Zach had been so overburdened the past week, the couple did no more than cuddle the first night. Even through getting up in the morning, Zach let Anming out of bed with no more than a hug.

The next day, Zach kept his date with Beatrice. "I want you to make it up to me," she texted him in the morning.

"I'm at your service," Zach replied.

"I want Eric to watch us," Beatrice texted. "I promise he will only sit quietly in the corner. I want him to be able to see it in person."

"Okay," said Zach.

He arrived at their apartment for the rendezvous. It made better sense to meet at their place. His wives were now living at his place on a regular basis. Beatrice answered the door, and behind her was a blushing Eric. She dragged Eric by the hand into the bedroom. Zach followed. He was going to let this unfold however Beatrice arranged.