How To Have Sex On Mars Pt 07

How To Have Sex On Mars

Part 7 of 16

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Mars. For millennia, the Red Planet has fired humanity's imagination.

Scientists like Percival Lowell thought it was an "abode of life" with irrigation canals transporting water from the polar icecaps to farms in the warm equatorial region. Novelists like Edgar Rice Burroughs, Ray Bradbury, and Robert A. Heinlein imagined Martian civilizations.

NASA spacecraft revealed that Mars is a cold desert, but vast amounts of frozen water can be found just below the dusty surface. Today, members of groups like The Mars Society are making plans to build a permanent colony there.

That work would be done by people like our protagonist, Mike Russell, an astronaut who spends years working and living on Mars. What would it be like to be one of the first people to call Mars home? For Mike, it includes the discovery that sex on Mars is very different from on Earth - and Vive la différence!

Here in Part 7, Elke asks Mike for a special favor.

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The next few days were weird. Most of my colleagues in the settlement gave me looks that let me know they couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I was having sex with Adeline AND her best friend Elke.

Only one person said anything. Al Simonson was part of the team that operated the water reclamation equipment. We'd become friendly during astronaut training, and we worked together when I was installing the power systems for the water plant.

"I wonder if you could give me some advice, Mike," Al said while we were collaborating on the job of wiring up a pump.

"Buy low, sell high," I said.

"Very funny," Al said. "I imagine you know Jane Albertson is my girlfriend, right?"

"I'd heard that. She's a nice woman. You're a lucky man," I said.

"Yeah. About that. I've been approached by a lady I shall only identify as Rita Goodson," Al said. "She offered to become my mistress."

"And why are you telling me about this, Al?" I asked.

"A little Martian told me that you are an expert on the etiquette of multiple partners," Al said. "Let's be serious a second, Mike. I like Rita. When she asked, I got a boner that lasted almost an hour."

"You've noticed that boners last longer on Mars, right?" I said.

"Yeah. I know. Forget about the boner. I'm sorry I mentioned it. I felt very flattered when Rita approached me. She was very sweet about it, and she happens to be sexy as hell. But I'm in love with Jane. I would never do anything to hurt her feelings."

"I can tell you that if you and Rita do anything, the entire settlement will know in about a nanosecond," I said. "If you're thinking you can have an affair on the down low, forget about it."

"I'd never do that," Al said. "I wouldn't try something like that on Earth, much less here on Mars."

"Very wise," I said. "Let me guess. You'd like to have a go at Rita, but you don't want to violate Jane's trust. I happen to know a guy who experienced something just like that. Recently."

"Which is why I'm asking you," Al said.

"Buddy, there's no way you can do anything without Jane's permission," I said. "My feeling is that your decision is pretty simple. You can turn Rita down, or you can tell Jane about this and see what she says. I didn't even think about getting involved with Elke until Adeline suggested it."

"What!? Adeline suggested it!? Are you joking!?" Al asked.

"I believe if you think about it, you'll realize it's the only explanation. Elke is Adeline's closest friend on Mars. I'm sure you've noticed that the women on Mars are going a little crazy from loneliness. Adeline felt sympathy for her friend, so she came up with the idea.

"I am not the brightest guy on Mars, but I'm not stupid enough to go to Adeline and say 'Hey, honey, how would you like to hear about my latest brainstorm? It involves fucking your friend.' No. No no no no no. Adeline came to me. After I agreed, she pitched the idea to Elke. After that, all systems were go."

"Wow," Al said. "I had no idea. Mike, people around here are talking about you like you're the second coming of Casanova. Your explanation makes more sense."

"Thanks. I think," I said.

"Jane has mentioned that she feels sorry for the women who don't have boyfriends. She's been very demonstrative of her appreciation for me."

"Ah. Demonstrative. By demonstrative, I assume you're talking about blowjobs," I said.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that," Al said.

We finished our lunch. We both had to get back to work.

"Al, I'm going to make a radical proposal," I said.

"You have my complete attention," Al replied.

"I propose that you be completely honest with Jane. Imagine you went to her and said 'Something has happened, and I want you to hear about it from me before someone else tells you.' It would probably be best if you didn't explain that you'd love a chance to fuck Rita all through the Martian night. Just give an honest description of what Rita said. Maybe you could add that you would never do anything behind Jane's back.

"And then listen to her reaction. Jane's a smart girl. She'll know that you're saying you're prepared to be faithful, but that if she feels sorry for her female colleagues, she has a chance to do something about it."

"I suppose I could tell Jane that she will always be the only woman I love," Al said.

"Good idea. Nice touch," I said. "Women like hearing declarations of love. Even when they are being asked to let their men have sex with a babe as hot as Rita."

"Mike, do I have your permission to tell Jane that it was Adeline who suggested that you sleep with Elke?"

Hmmmm. Would Adeline approve of that? I was almost certain she'd be fine with it, but I didn't want to risk pissing her off. "Let me ask Adeline.

"This sounds like something you need to do before somebody tells Jane that Rita wants to poach her man. I'll get back to you this afternoon so you can talk to Jane tonight."

"I knew I could count on you," Al said. "Anytime you need a little extra water for something, just let me know."

"I will do that," I said. "There are some times when I could use an extra shower."

"Everyone on the base knows that, Mike," Al said.

Since Al was in a hurry, I went to see Adeline immediately. She was in her greenhouse, teaching someone how to use the watering system. "Babe, I need you for a minute," I said.

"There are too many people around," she said. "We can't have sex until later."

"Always a comedian," I said.

"Comedienne," she corrected.

"Al Simonson has an issue you need to know about," I said. Adeline listened as I explained Al's situation, concluding with a request for her permission to let Al tell Jane that Adeline was the one who suggested I have sex with Elke.

"Oui. Of course he can do that," Adeline said. "Mike, I've already told several girls I encouraged you to go to bed with Elke. We have to be open. People can't think you are a cheater. They can't think Elke is some kind of homewrecker. They can't think I'm so stupid that I don't realize my boyfriend is sleeping with my best friend. Didn't you already know this?"

"I guess I wasn't thinking about it," I said.

"There's no such thing as privacy on Mars," Adeline said. "I'm sure Elke has told people that she is happy I made the offer. She's our commander, so she knows that secrets can be divisive. Being honest transforms your affair from something sleazy to something compassionate. I'm surprised you felt you needed my permission."

"As you may remember, I am a Canadian meathead," I said.

"Oui. But you are my meathead," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Mine. All mine."

"Uh . . . and Elke's," I replied.

"Must you always quibble, Canada boy?" Adeline asked.

I sent Al a text, then got back to work. I didn't think about it again until the next day, when I saw Al while I was upgrading some circuit breakers in the water plant.

"How'd the conversation with Jane go?" I asked.

"She didn't kill me," Al said. "The whole idea upset her at first, but she seemed very glad that she heard it from me instead of someone else. Thanks for suggesting that."

"No problem. My grandpa always said that chicks dig it when you don't keep dirty secrets from them," I said.

"Your grandpa sounds like a very wise man," Al said.

"Grandma didn't think so. But what happened with Jane? What did she think?"

"I spent last night with Rita. Jane wasn't crazy about the idea, but she felt sorry for Rita, so all systems are go. I would give you all the dirty details about what Rita and I did, and the various positions, and the kinky specifics, but it goes without saying that gentlemen never discuss such things."

"So true. Just as I would never explain the things that cause all the noise people hear when I am romantically involved with either one of the females whose names need not be mentioned," I said.

"Well . . . maybe there's some flexibility on that," Al said. "I remember hearing one particularly loud and excited scream that seemed to originate in the commander's quarters. Anything you could say to explain that phenomenon would be welcome. Have I mentioned that I can get you an extra shower whenever you want it?"

"You did mention that, yes," I said.

"There is one thing you should know," Al said. "Jane decided she wanted to meet with Rita. Without me being present. They seem to have become friends."

"Not surprising. They do have at least one thing in common," I said.

"It surprised the hell out of me," Al said. "And it creeps me out. What do those two have to discuss? The size of my tiny dick? The shortcomings in my technique? The names of guys who could do a better job for them? Ick. Ick ick ick."

"Do you think women are more inclined to share intimate details of their sex lives?" I asked. "I would ask Grace what people are saying about me, but she isn't allowed to reveal the contents of private conversations."

"I saw a movie once that ended with someone saying 'There are things man is not meant to know.' This may be one of those things," Al said.

"There are several movies that end like that," I said. "I don't believe any of them are about sex on Mars."

I was tired by the end of my shift that day, and I thought about asking Al if he could use his connections to get me an extra shower. But then I remembered that Adeline had made it clear she prefers me when I "smell like a man instead of a bar of soap." Although I felt overripe when I arrived at her quarters, she noticed the difference as soon as I gave her a hug.

"Ummmmm!" she said, burying her nose in my neck and inhaling deeply. "Merci, Mike. Merci. I know you'll taste as good as you smell!"

"Anything for you, mon amour," I replied.

We spent no time having polite conversation. Both of us wanted to have sex, so we began helping each other undress immediately. By this time Adeline and I were familiar with the things that aroused us most, so we climbed into bed and got busy.

She reached for my cock, which was hard as titanium. Adeline claimed that feeling my erect cock usually made her feel better about herself because it was such clear proof that I desired her. "There is no compliment more sincere than an erection, mon ami," she said once.

As I reflect on that time, I believe that being on Mars helped me experience a deeper feeling of love for Adeline. The sense of deprivation was becoming profound by this time. I missed so many things I can't remember what many of them were.

Adeline represented all the things I cherished about Earth. Making love was like going home and experiencing all that joy once again. I was indescribably thankful for our love, and it never failed to remind me that most of our colleagues were deprived of the erotic and emotional connections that healthy people need.

That night I closed my eyes and enjoyed how it felt as Adeline stroked my cock. When I could stand it no longer, I sat up in the bed and pulled her into a position that had become one of our favorites. Once again, we had discovered a position that worked beautifully on Mars, but would not have been any fun on earth.

I hope I can describe it adequately. It started with me kneeling on the bed, leaning back until I was sitting on my feet. I was young and flexible back then, so I had no trouble curling myself into all kinds of pretzel shapes that aren't as easy for me now. While I was in this kneeling position, I pulled Adeline on top of me until she was straddling my body and her pussy was rubbing against my cock.

Picture it like the letter X. Imagine my body as one diagonal, and Adeline as the other. The goal was to rub our organs together, having loads of fun, and getting all wet at the same time.

One thing that made this position special was the way I helped Adeline slide up and down on my cock. We'd take our blanket and wrap it under her butt. It was something like the seat of a swing on Earth. I'd hold the ends of the blanket in my fists, using it like handles on Adeline's hips. This made it almost effortless to raise and lower her body over and over, doing it long enough to make both of us climax whenever we wanted.

This position was a new way to make Adeline climax. I could make her cum again and again by rubbing my cock directly over her clit. As was so often the case on Mars, the reduced gravity made this more comfortable because it was so much easier to remain in the position without overtaxing our muscles.

One thing I liked was the way this position let me gaze lovingly at Adeline's beautiful nude body. It was like the cowgirl that way, exposing everything from her lovely face and beautiful breasts down to her pussy and legs. Adeline was never a passive partner in this position; she put her hands on my shoulders and moved her hips in ways that pressed her body down on my cock and stimulated me so much that it was hard to avoid cumming too early.

Sometimes Adeline laughed when she climaxed. She usually moaned or wailed loudly when she had big, strong orgasms, but she'd laugh joyfully when she came with less intensity. After two or three orgasms the room began to smell like hot pussy, which aroused me like nothing else. Although I never fully embraced Adeline's fondness for having sex after going days without a shower, I understood the attraction of pheromones every time I experienced her feminine fragrance.

We usually remained in this X-shaped position until I couldn't stand it anymore. On this particular night, I remember that my cock was so hard it seemed ready to explode. I lowered Adeline down until her back was on the mattress, then moved into the missionary position. By this time I wasn't patient enough to gently ease my cock into her pussy. I pushed all the way in with one stroke, going balls deep without delay.

"Ahhhhhh . . . Mike . . . I love your dick,"

Adeline said.

"My dick loves you,"

I said.

"I love when you give me all your dick. Give it all to me, Mike. I need it all."

That sounded fine to me. It took some effort to avoid moving fast as a jackrabbit on speed, but I managed to make it last long enough for Adeline to climax one more time. When that happened, I felt like I could stop trying to prevent my own orgasm from starting, and that meant our moments of ecstasy overlapped.

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . mon vagin . . . mon vagin . . . oh Mike,"

Adeline said.

"Je vous amie."

"I love you too,"

I said.

We held hands as we rested afterward. It was too early to go to sleep. I expected that we'd recover for a few minutes, then have sex again. That had become our routine. But Adeline surprised me.

"Elke needs to speak with you," she said. "Why don't you go talk to her?"

"Now?" I asked.

"I told her I'd send you. I'll just stay here in bed and wait for your return. It shouldn't take long."

"What does she want to talk about?" I said.

"She should be the one to explain it. Just listen to what she has to say, Mike. I'm sure you'll understand. I'm sure you'll know what to do."

"This all sounds very mysterious," I said.

"You have no idea," Adeline said.

It seemed I had no choice. I got out of bed, put on my clothes, and made my way to Elke's quarters. I was certain I smelled like sex, but I was getting used to the idea that everyone in the settlement knew everything about my personal life, so it didn't bother me much anymore. Elke was waiting for me in her quarters. I briefly wondered if she wanted to have sex. I knew I could perform if required - thank you, Martian gravity - but I thought it would be very strange if Elke wanted to have sex with me right after I'd been with Adeline.

That's not what she wanted.

"Mike! Thanks for coming!" Elke said, locking the door behind me. "How are you doing? I see that you and your team are ahead of schedule on all the important metrics."

"We've been lucky," I said.

"Bullshit. Luck has nothing to do with it. You guys have been working your butts off. Everyone has noticed that they're getting access to power faster than anyone expected. I think it's probably time for you guys to take a few days off. Don't work so hard that you have an accident. Nobody wants that to happen."

"That's a very gracious thing to say, Elke," I said. "I'll talk to the team and see if they want to do a movie night or something."

"Great. That's great. But I'm sure you know that's not what I want to talk about. I want to start by saying how grateful I am that you and Adeline are in my life. You both have become very important to me. I've told Adeline something very private about myself, and she suggested I tell you. This is taking me way, way out of my comfort zone. I hope none of this upsets you."

Upsets me? WTF?

"Elke, you can tell me anything. Adeline and I consider you to be our closest friend. I treasure our intimacy. What do you need to tell me?"

Elke took a deep breath. "Mike, I've always had a very high sex drive. When you and I became intimate, it was like popping a cork on a champagne bottle. Since that night, it's been hard to think of anything except you. I dream about you. You can't imagine how important you are to me now.

"Well, there's something about me that no one else on Mars knows. Except Adeline, of course. I told her today. She said I should tell you. She believes you'll understand. In the past, I've shared this with men, and they don't always understand."

I took her hand. "I'm sure you're worrying too much, Elke. Whatever it is you have to say, just say it. If it's important to you, it's important to me."

Elke gave me a smile that looked a bit fearful. Then she began to talk. And talk. We talked for well over an hour. She asked me to watch a video. It helped me understand.

I was glad she told me. It explained a lot about why Elke is the kind of person she is. As our commander, she has always acted so controlled and sure of herself that it's easy to imagine that's all there is to her personality. But it wasn't surprising that she has secrets just like the rest of us.

"I'm flattered that you were willing to talk about this, Elke," I said. "I feel closer to you now. I hope you feel closer to me. I guess you need to know that no one has ever asked me to do something like this. I'll do my best, and hope it's good enough."

"I'm sure it will be more than good enough, Mike," she said, obviously relieved with the way our conversation went.

"So we'll try it tomorrow," I said.

"Tomorrow," Elke replied.

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What does Elke want? Find out in Part 8.