How to Have Sex on Mars

How To Have Sex On Mars

Part 8 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 that 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 8, Mike and Elke go where no Martian lovers have gone before.

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There may be a few readers of this book who should skip this particular chapter. It is . . . unusual. But it is part of my experience learning

How To Have Sex On Mars,

and the book wouldn't be complete without it.

As you are about to read, this involves my relationship with Elke. I want to clarify in advance that she gave me permission to write this chapter. She read the final draft before I sent it to the publisher, and she is comfortable sharing this story. "I like to hope that what you've written will help people understand individuals like me," Elke said.

Picture me standing outside the door to Elke's cabin, feeling very nervous. We'd had a lengthy discussion the day before, when she'd told me exactly what she wanted me to do.

This is what happened next.

Elke opened her door and invited me inside. "Thank you for coming, sir," she said quietly, her eyes downcast. "I need you. I need you bad. But I've been naughty, and I need to be punished."

"What did you do!?" I growled, shoving Elke up against the wall. "How were you naughty this time!?"

"I played with myself again, sir," Elke said. "I couldn't help it, sir."

"God damn it, you know perfectly well that you aren't allowed to play with your pussy!" I said, shaking her. "Who's the only person allowed to touch you down there!?"

"You are, sir," she said.

"So why did you do it this time!?"

"I knew you were coming to see me tonight, sir. Every time I thought about that, it made me hot. So I touched my cookie. I played with my cookie."

"Did you make yourself cum!?"

"Yes sir."

"Let me get this straight," I said. "I came over here tonight, expecting to find you with a fresh, clean pussy. Instead, you're all wet and smelly!?"

"I'm so sorry, sir. I couldn't stop myself."

At this point, I stepped back and slapped Elke's face. It was difficult, but I did it. There was a loud slapping sound that echoed through the room, and I worried that I might have slapped her too hard. Later, she told me that I'd done OK, but that she needed to be slapped harder in the future.

"I know you have to punish me, sir," Elke said. "I'm ready for my punishment."

"Take off those clothes! All of them!" I said in the sternest voice I could manage.

Elke stripped off her uniform and tried to look afraid. But I could tell from her expression that she liked what was happening. I'd never done anything like this, and it didn't arouse me at all, but this was for Elke's benefit, not mine.

"Get on the bed! On your belly!"

Elke stretched out on the mattress. I saw that she'd attached some electric cables to her bedframe. I've learned that on Earth, people like Elke can go to sex shops and purchase silk bondage rope, but we had to make do with surplus items from the electronics closet. I tied Elke's wrists with the cables. When I was finished, she looked powerless - which was the way she wanted to feel.

"Please don't whip me too hard, sir," Elke said in a timid voice.

"Shut up, you little bitch!" I said. I took one of the cables and whipped it across her bottom. It made a loud SLAP!

"That's too hard!" Elke said. "Please sir, not so hard!"

Elke was speaking in code. She knew perfectly well that a guy like me - with no experience in BDSM - would not whip her as hard as she wanted. So she told me that when she said "not so hard" she actually meant "harder!" So I whipped her a little harder. Once again, she said "Please! That's too hard!"

We did this over and over, and I whipped her harder each time. I guess I finally started hitting her hard enough, because she got quiet and let me continue. It wasn't long before Elke began to moan, pull on her restraints, and writhe around on the bed.

I'd been instructed to whip every part of her backside, from the top of her ass to the back of her knees. Pretty soon she was covered by pink welts. I knew it had to be painful, and it wasn't easy doing this to a woman I cared about. But Elke insisted that she needed this kind of treatment, and I was the only person on Mars she could ask to do it.

"Please, sir, I can't stand anymore," Elke said. "Please let me go."

Once again, this was code. What it meant was "I've had enough foreplay and I'm ready to have sex."

"I hope you learned your lesson," I said. "The next time I come to see you, I expect you to be clean and fresh between your legs!"

"Yes, sir. I will, sir. I promise, sir," Elke said as I untied her wrists. She rolled over on her back, looked at me through half-closed eyes, and said "Please take off your clothes, sir. I need you so bad."

I took off my uniform. My cock was limp as overcooked spaghetti. Elke was more aroused than at any time I'd seen her in the past, but nothing about the act of whipping her ass turned me on. "I'll make you hard, sir," Elke said, grabbing my cock and sucking it between her lips.

I've never received a more enthusiastic blowjob. Elke looked into my eyes as she sucked me into her mouth. There was a wild look in her eyes. She told me that she had a deep need for rough treatment, and seeing how aroused it made her convinced me she was right. After I got hard, she started sucking me into her throat. Yesterday she'd told me she wanted me to forcefully fuck her face.

I held Elke's head firmly between my hands and began thrusting. She closed her eyes and had a blissful expression. Elke had explained to me that she needs to feel she's being used like a powerless fucktoy, so I pretended that her mouth was nothing but a warm, wet hole for my dick.

This went on, and on, and I kept waiting for Elke to give me the sign that she'd had enough. She finally pulled away, took a deep breath, and said the words I'd been waiting for.

"Please, fuck my pussy, sir,"

Elke moaned softly.

"I need your cock in my pussy."

I shoved her back on the bed, spread her legs roughly, and climbed on top of her.

"You'd better do a good job, bitch,"

I growled.

"You'd better make my cock feel good."

"I'll do my best, sir,"

Elke whispered. I ran the head of my cock up and down her slit, which was as warm and wet as I'd ever felt. I shoved inside her roughly, doing my best to pretend I didn't care about anything except my own pleasure.

Elke climaxed immediately. It wasn't like the strong, excited orgasms I'd seen from her in the past. But it lasted a long time, and it made her gasp with excitement.

"That's it, sir. That's it,"

she said, grimacing. The tortured flesh on Elke's ass was tender from being whipped, and she'd told me that she likes how it hurts when she's on her back and her bottom is pushed against the mattress.

This is a situation where sex on Mars is not as good as on Earth, because the reduced gravity means her bottom isn't pushed hard enough. But I did my best to push down as hard as I could, and Elke made little whimpering noises that told me she enjoyed it.

We had missionary sex for a long, long time. Elke told me that she liked being dominated this way, and that being fucked for a long time allowed her to pretend that I didn't care about anything except enjoying her body for as long as I wanted. She came three or four more times - I lost track after a while - and none of those orgasms were particularly powerful. Still, they helped me feel sure she liked what I did.

Elke later explained that the point of this kind of sex wasn't to get her so excited that she had explosive climaxes. What she wanted was to pretend she was with an innocent young girl being dominated by a cruel, predatory man who cared nothing about her pleasure or feelings. Mainly, she needed to feel powerless.

You've got to understand that in real life Elke is a powerful person. A commander responsible for the lives of every person on Mars. She had to be in charge of all of us from the moment she woke up until she closed her eyes at night. Elke needed a way to relieve all that pressure, and this kind of fantasy sex was what worked.

She'd had boyfriends on Earth who'd done this for her, but when she got to Mars they were not around. Elke had imagined that she'd simply do without her favorite kind of sex until she returned to Earth, but as months went by, the pressures of her job made her desperate for relief. I feel good that she felt comfortable asking me to help her, even though this kind of sex doesn't come naturally to me.

I am happy to report that I got better with practice.

That first night Elke thanked me profusely after we finished. I came in her pussy, rolled off her body, and stretched out beside her. She curled up next to me and whispered sweet things into my ear.

"You are so good to me, sir,"

she said.

"You make my pussy feel so good. You punish me when I'm a bad girl. Thank you for everything, sir. Please, never stop fucking me."

In the weeks ahead, Elke and I had what I consider to be "normal" sex about three-fourths of the time. She didn't like using the word "normal" because it suggests that what we did on the nights I spanked and dominated her was "abnormal." She pointed out that lots of people enjoy BDSM, and that it satisfies a normal urge that powerful people in leadership roles often feel.

I managed to enjoy some of it. When I whipped Elke, she'd writhe around on the bed and make sexy little noises. I could tell that the pain aroused her, and I had fun figuring out exactly how much pain she wanted. She never climaxed just from being whipped, but she came close sometimes, and I always felt good about being able to get her that excited.

By this time my feelings for Elke were becoming stronger with each passing week. Increasingly, I felt like I was her boyfriend, and it was my job to satisfy her in the bedroom. Since I've always been a bookish guy, I did some reading on BDSM, and I found a way to prepare a surprise for Elke.

In my reading, I discovered that some people enjoy being "tortured" with devices that deliver mild electric shocks. A little research revealed the technical details of how these sex toys work, and it was easy for me to cobble one together from parts I found in the electronics lab.

Elke had no idea that things would be different on the night when I showed up at her cabin with my homemade electrostim wand in my pocket. I tied her wrists to the headboard, then did something new - put a blindfold over her eyes.

"What are you doing, sir?"

she asked.

"Just shut up and do as you're told,"

I said. Knowing that Elke always expected me to strike her face at least once, I slapped her on the right cheek, paused a few seconds, and then backhanded the left. Elke told me later that she'd never been slapped while being blindfolded before. She thought it was especially exciting because she couldn't see it coming.

I put a pillow under Elke's bottom, then restrained her ankles, leaving her tied in a spread eagle position. I planned to eat her pussy until she climaxed at least once. Elevating her bottom left her in a position where I could lick, suck and nibble between her legs without having to bend my neck into an uncomfortable position.

"I'm scared, sir,"

Elke said after she was tied securely in place. We both knew she wasn't really scared. It takes a lot to scare a woman like Elke, and she knew perfectly well she could trust me. But part of her pleasure came from pretending to be an innocent young woman being preyed upon by an evil man (that would be me) so she always tried to imagine she was genuinely afraid.

I took off my clothes and sat beside Elke on the bed, admiring her beautiful body. By this time I had strong feelings for her. I wanted to do my best to satisfy her urges; that's why I'd fabricated a little wand to deliver mild electric shocks. I wanted to find ways to surprise her in the bedroom. I'd soon find out if she liked my shocking little surprise.

The first jolt was delivered to the bottom of Elke's left foot. It caused her to gasp with surprise when she felt the little stab of pain.

"Sir!"

Elke said, obviously startled by this unexpected shock.

Instead of replying, I placed the wand on her right calf and zapped her again. Her leg jerked forcefully, but the ankle restraints held her securely. I waited several seconds, giving Elke time to imagine what would happen next. Moving on to her right leg again, I delivered a little jolt to the tender flesh behind her knee. She jerked her leg involuntarily.

"Oh . . . sir . . . sir . . . please, stop . . . that hurts, sir,"

Elke said. By this time we'd had plenty of practice using the code that let me know how she really felt. The words "please stop" meant "please don't stop." The words "that hurts" mean "that feels good." If she wanted me to stop - or slow down - she knew how to tell me.

I worked my way up her body, shocking her thighs and abdomen. I delivered little jolts to her shoulders, then touched the wand to her soft underarms. By this time Elke was panting with anticipation of what came next.

She let out a long, low moan the first time I shocked one of her breasts. I went back and forth from one breast to another, watching Elke pull on her restraints every time I zapped her flesh. She cried out loud when I finally shocked one nipple.

I'll always remember how sexy Elke looked as she writhed on the bed while I "tortured" her. By this time my wand was running out of juice, and I felt Elke was probably ready for what was next. I got down between her legs so I could eat her luscious pussy.

It was gratifying to see that she was so wet. The tender flesh visible in her slit was so pink it was almost red. When I got close, I could detect the familiar fragrance of Elke's pussy. It made me want to taste her.

As always, I began by licking, sucking, kissing, and nibbling the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. I went back and forth from one leg to another as Elke began to moan and groan continuously.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh . . . sir . . . ohhhhhhhhhhhh . . ."

she said when I finally stuck my tongue inside her.

I licked and sucked everywhere except her clit, saving it for last. She was so aroused that she came immediately when I finally sucked her clit between my lips and licked it.

I might have been able to make her climax again, but by this time I was so excited that I needed to have sex myself. I couldn't wait any longer. My cock was aching when I finally put it at her opening. Elke was still wearing her blindfold, and I considered removing it, but things were going so well that I thought it was a good idea to leave it in place.

I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy, paused, then withdrew. I did it again, going slightly deeper. Elke knew me well enough to know that I intended to make her wait before I let her have it all.

"Sir . . . please . . . don't make me wait,"

Elke said softly.

"I need it . . . I need it now . . . please, sir . . . please . . . give it to me . . . please please please,"

she said. By this time Elke knew that I loved hearing her say "please," so she said it a lot. I couldn't tell if she was playing a game, or if she honestly wanted me to speed things up. It didn't matter. I enjoyed teasing her like this, and I intended to enjoy it a bit longer.

Elke climaxed when I finally began thrusting balls-deep into her pussy. It was a big, strong orgasm that went on and on and on. It seemed to me that women usually have stronger orgasms if I tease them first, and I think that's why I rarely stop when they ask. Nobody has ever complained that I went too far with my teasing. Elke's explosive reaction seemed to prove I was giving her what she needed most.

By this time I felt pretty good. Elke had climaxed repeatedly, but I was ready to keep having sex for a long time. I maintained a slow, steady pace that I knew I could keep doing for a long time. Elke orgasmed again, and again, but I never considered letting myself climax. I began wondering how many times I could push Elke over the edge, and the fact that we were having sex in the reduced gravity of Mars made it easier to keep going and going and going.

I finally saw that Elke was getting tired. She kept climaxing, but the way she pulled on her restraints got weaker and weaker. By this time my cock needed satisfaction anyway, so I waited until I thought Elke was about the climax, then I let myself cum. We'd had a wonderful time in bed, and it was especially nice because it ended with orgasms that overlapped.

Elke laid on her back, breathing deeply as she recovered. I untied her restraints, and she removed her blindfold.

"Wow!" she said. "Where did you get that little sex toy, Mike?"

"I made it myself," I said.

"How did you figure out how to do that?" she asked.

"Think about it," I said. "I'm an electrical engineer. It's what we do. I hope you liked it."

"I loved it," she said. "Did you make that thing just for me?"

"I don't know anyone else who would enjoy being tortured with electrical shocks," I said. "What do you mean, 'just' for you? I care deeply about you, Elke. I want to be the best lover you've ever had. I spend a lot of time wondering what I can do to make you happy. If there are any other sex toys you'd like me to fabricate, just let me know."

Elke giggled. "I never realized how nice it is having a boyfriend who is an electrical engineer," she said.

It was the first time she used the word "boyfriend" to describe me. She'd just given me an especially satisfying experience in bed, but hearing her call me her boyfriend gave me more pleasure than all of that.

By this time, Elke, Adeline, and I knew we had become a romantic trio. We hadn't discussed it - yet - but we increasingly understood that our feelings for each other were likely to continue long after we finished our mission. Adeline and I had already made plans to get married and have children after returning to Earth. None of us were sure how Elke might fit into those plans.

One reason I didn't mention it is that I felt that the best thing we could do was live in the moment and let our relationship evolve naturally. By this time several nations permitted plural marriage, and I was already thinking that it was possible we'd have that kind of relationship someday.

I confess that this development did amazing things for my male ego. Having the love of two fabulous women made me feel profoundly lucky. I knew I needed to work hard to make our relationship work for all three of us. For me, that meant I needed to treat Adeline and Elke like Martian princesses.

That idea reminded me of Edgar Rice Burrough's classic novels about a man named John Carter, who travels to Mars and meets many fascinating beings. His most important relationship is with an exotic Martian princess named Dejah Thoris. John and Dejah fall in love and get married. I read the books when I was a youngster, and the interplanetary romance seemed extremely exciting to my young mind.