How To Have Sex On Mars Pt 12

How To Have Sex On Mars

Part 12 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 make 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 12, Mike is asked to make one more 'sacrifice' for his female colleagues.

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Most mornings I woke up thinking I was the luckiest man alive. I lived on Mars. I did important work building the first permanent colony on another world. I was engaged to my darling fiance Adeline, and we were both in love with our commander Elke. I had a rewarding romance with my colleague Agatha, and I had no-strings relationships with a group of self-described "harem girls" who counted on me to meet their sexual needs. Things were going so well that I sometimes felt I was having a very pleasant dream, and that I was in danger of waking up unexpectedly.

I began to rouse from this slumber one morning when Elke asked me and Adeline to come to a private meeting in her office.

"I want to discuss some issues we need to deal with," Elke said after closing the door behind us. "I've asked Grace to join us. She has some information I'd like her to tell you about."

"Good morning, Grace," I said.

"Good morning, Mike," she said. "It's good to speak with you again."

"What are these 'issues' you mention, Elke?" Adeline asked.

"Let's begin with me saying I'm very concerned with some reports I've been getting regularly from Grace," Elke said. "One of her duties is to track the fitness of everyone in the colony. That includes everything from aerobic capacity to stress levels. Grace, please give Adeline and Mike a summary of what you told me yesterday."

"Of course, commander," Grace said. "For more than a year, I've been observing a troubling increase in the number of accidents that can be attributed to stress. Almost all of them have been very minor so far, usually involving someone making some kind of error because they are overstressed. In addition, there's an increase in forgetfulness, indecisiveness, scratching, teeth-grinding, nail-biting, bickering, and other classic symptoms of stress."

"Tell them what happened to Alice Copland," Elke said.

"Three days ago, Airman Copland broke her arm," Grace said. "She and two other members of her team in food service were arguing. During their discussion, Copland dropped a heavy crate of cooking utensils. It landed on her left forearm, causing a partial fracture of the ulna."

"How is she?" Adeline asked.

"Her injury will heal," Grace said. "Her cast allows her to work while the bone mends. However, Airman Copland's daily life has multiple sources of stress. Nothing has been done to alleviate her stress. She is just the most recent example of the damaging impact of growing stress levels affecting the crew."

It was sobering information, but it wasn't exactly news. We all knew that trying to live for years inside a cramped enclosure on a distant planet wasn't easy. It was the reason Elke instituted the harem system, allowing members of our female-dominated crew to relieve sexual tension with some good old-fashioned penis therapy. Both Grace and Elke had told me that the women were feeling better, but it hadn't fully solved the problem.

"I'm making some changes that I hope will improve things," Elke said. "I'm changing schedules so people get more time off. I'm scratching some items off the crew's to-do list so people don't feel they need to work so much. I'm getting a little more demanding about exercise. Everybody knows that exercise relieves stress; some members of the crew haven't been working out enough.

"Lots of little things are going to change, but I have one idea I'd like for you to help me with, Mike. If you agree, it might go a long way toward relieving everybody's stress. Grace, tell us about what you've learned about the efforts we've already made to lower stress levels in the colony."

"Of course, commander. The most successful stress reliever so far has been encouraging members of the crew to have more sex with each other. Several metrics show increased productivity, reduced stress hormone levels, improved overall happiness, and a reduction in reports of the symptoms of stress."

At this point, I began to wonder what, exactly, Elke wanted me to do. I was already having sex with two different women every day. If I had more sex, I couldn't get my job done.

"None of this is particularly surprising," I said. "This just confirms what we suspected when you started the sex program. I see how you can find ways to give people more time off and more exercise, but I don't see how they can get more sex."

"I have an idea about that, Mike," Elke said. "I'd like for you to cut back on your work duties. I believe it would be good for the crew if you and the other men make time to have sex more often with the women."

Cut back my work duties? I LIKED my work duties! Helping build the colony's power system was the most exciting job I'd ever done. I didn't expect I'd ever get a more important opportunity for the rest of my life.

"Elke... I don't want to work less," I said.

"I understand that, Mike," she said. "But you and your team have completed all your critical assignments. The colony's power requirements have been met. Besides, I've been getting good reports from you about Agatha. Isn't it possible to give her more responsibility?"

That was a good point. Agatha was a better engineer than me. The only reason I was the team leader is that I graduated from the U.S. Air Force Academy, and Agatha came into the astronaut program as a civilian. As part of an exchange program with the Canadian military, I gave the Mars mission a more international flavor. But from a technical standpoint, Agatha understood the details of our systems better than me.

But I WANTED to keep working as much as possible! I would only be on Mars for a limited time! When the next crew arrived, I wanted things to be perfect!

"Elke, I don't see how I can spend time with more women," I said. "I'm already having sex with one woman every morning and a second woman every evening. There isn't time for more than that."

"I've thought of that," Elke said. "Mike, do you know what a 'nooner' is?"

"Never heard of it," I said.

"Grace, would you please explain that concept to Mike?" Elke said.

"Of course, commander. Mike, a 'nooner' happens when two people have hurried sex in the middle of the day. Typically, the pair rush off somewhere during their lunch breaks. It's particularly popular among people having illicit affairs. Although it's not possible to enjoy slow, relaxed sex when you have a nooner, it is said to be especially exciting because it feels as though you are doing something taboo."

This was getting weirder and weirder. I wasn't sure I could satisfy that many women every day. Things had gone pretty well in the sex department because the reduced Martian gravity made sex less strenuous and more stimulating. But morning, noon, and night!? That's a LOT of fucking!

"What do the other guys think about this?" I asked.

"You are the first male crewmember to hear about it," Elke said. "Mike, the members of your harem are especially generous in their praise of your efforts to satisfy their needs. They describe you as a gentleman. They see you as someone respectful who makes a sincere effort to make them feel like women. Adeline and I know first-hand that you are a thoughtful, generous lover.

"I hope that you agree to try it. When I tell the other men what I want from them, I'd like to be able to say you've already begun trying to make it work," Elke said.

I didn't know what to say. As a healthy, young, heterosexual male, the idea of having more sex with such a wonderful group of women was appealing - but not if it meant I had to let others do my job for me!

At about this time, Adeline began to laugh. "I knew it all along! I just

knew

it! Mike, you're true talents are finally being recognized! Your cock is more important than your brain!"

"Hardy har har," I said.

"Mike, you don't have to give up your work entirely," Elke said. "You could focus on specific jobs and let Agatha oversee the team. And you don't have to do this every day if you don't want to. Maybe we could start with you having nooners on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If that goes well, you could do it more often."

"More often! You expect me to have nooners seven days a week!"

"Well... if possible... yes. Mike, the safety and success of the base is at risk. Grace can tell you more about the issues. I wouldn't ask you to do this if I wasn't sure it would help solve a troubling problem."

I looked at Adeline. "What do you think of this? Doesn't it bother you? I'm already spending more time with other women than with you. Are you OK with this?"

"Of course not, mon amour," Adeline said. "I am already jealous of all those other bitches who spend so much time with the man who belongs to me and Elke. I don't want to give them more.

"But this is Mars. We have to do things we would never do on Earth. Someday this will be over, and we'll share one bed every night for the rest of our lives."

Elke chimed in. "Mike, I don't like sharing you either. On the nights Adeline and I are together, we miss you so much we can barely stand it. I don't want you to do this, but I'm certain it's necessary for the safety of the crew."

I wasn't convinced, but I knew I had to agree. It meant I'd have to tell Agatha that she was taking charge of the electrical team, and that I'd be disappearing in the middle of the day to have sex with a rotating roster of females.

Grace got the job of contacting each harem girl and asking if they'd like to schedule nooners with me. As expected, every single one of them was enthusiastic about having more opportunities to have more much-needed sex.

"There's one more thing, Mike," Elke said. "I'd appreciate it if you could accept one more woman in your harem."

One more woman? I'd been told that all the women who wanted to be harem girls had already been assigned to a man. Why was another woman available?

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Cindy Rodriguez," Elke said. "She works in water recovery and reclamation. Cindy requested to be transferred to your harem. She's having some kind of conflict with her sultan, and they both think it would be better if she was with you. She says a member of your harem had good things to say about you."

That caused Adeline to start laughing again. "She said 'good things.' I wonder what 'good things' those bitches like about you, Mike? I can think of a couple of 'good things' they might be gossiping about. Elke, which 'good things' did Cindy mention?"

"Hardy har har," I said.

"This is a serious concern, Mike," Elke said. "I am worried about Cindy. Her performance on the job has been erratic lately. Something is going on. It's probably a particularly severe reaction to all the stress, but I need to know more about her situation. I'd appreciate it if you could spend some time with Cindy and tell me if you observe anything we should be concerned about."

Let's review: Elke was asking me to spy on Cindy while fucking her. This was not what I signed up for when I volunteered to go to Mars.

But I agreed, of course. Elke was my commanding officer. She needed crew members to respect her leadership. That's part of being in the military. We follow orders. It's what we do.

After the meeting, I informed Agatha that she would be taking on more responsibilities being in charge of our team's work. She was thrilled, of course. Then I told her that I would be taking longer lunch breaks. She asked why, and she smiled wryly when I explained I'd be taking regular "nooners" with the women in my harem.

"What would the people back on Earth think of that?" Agatha asked. "They'd be shocked if they knew what we're doing here."

"That's why we can't tell anyone back home," I replied. "Sex is private. What we are doing is nobody's business. We are entitled to keep this part of our lives secret.

"It's probably inevitable that somebody will tell the story someday. But we need to keep everything quiet until the Mars colony is a lot better established. We still depend largely on government funding that would vanish if word got out too soon."

At this point during my stay in the colony, I had no way of knowing that the story of

How To Have Sex on Mars

would remain hidden for decades, or that the person who finally wrote about it would be me.

"When do you start having these 'nooners' Mike?" Agatha asked.

"In a day or two," I said. "Elke needs to inform the women in my harem, and Grace needs to add them to my rotation.

"So you don't have an appointment for today?" she asked.

"Not yet," I replied.

"Would you like one?" Agatha said, flashing that big white smile I loved so much. "It's been too long since you've taken me to bed. If you could squeeze me into your busy schedule, I'd be oh so grateful."

We decided to go to "lunch" early. As we walked to Agatha's cabin, I couldn't help but wonder if our relationship would change after I began having sex with three different women every day. Agatha acted as though she didn't care. Maybe she didn't. I was already having sex with one woman every evening and again the next morning, with a different woman the next night and morning. Now I was to have another woman during a nooner.

Three women! Every day! Seven days a week! It's possible that Agatha felt that casual sex with those other women didn't threaten the feelings we had for each other. But the whole idea reminded me that I had a lot to lose - including Agatha.

Still, she looked happy when we closed the door to her cabin and took off our clothes. I felt joy every time I saw that beautiful dark skin. Those big, black nipples. That dark, meaty pussy. As always, I was hard by the time she was naked.

I'd noticed a pattern in the way I had sex with the women on Mars. Our first few encounters usually involved some sexual gymnastics as we explored the joys of sex in reduced gravity. Maybe we also felt the need to prove ourselves to our partners, demonstrating that we were sexual adventurists.

But the need to have that kind of sex seemed to fade as time went by. Most of the women - including Agatha - became increasingly interested in having sex that was slow, gentle, and loving. They wanted sex that lasted a long, long time. They wanted lengthy foreplay. Missionary sex was what most of them wanted most of the time. Afterward, they wanted lots of cuddling.

I spent a few minutes going down on Agatha, enjoying her unique taste as I got her ready. Soon she was wet enough, so I kissed my way up that magnificent body, starting with her belly, moving to her breasts and neck, and finally kissing her cheeks and lips.

My hard cock was lined up with the entrance to her ready pussy, and I slowly pressed forward. I saw that lovely smile again as the head of my dick went inside, then I heard her groan happily as I withdrew. I loved how it felt when I pushed my cock a little deeper with every stroke, pulling out almost all the way before shoving in even more. I loved the way Agatha made sexy little sounds with every thrust.

She had a gentle climax soon after I pushed my cock inside her body. I heard her exhale quietly, sounding happy with what we were doing. After a few seconds, she urged me to roll over on my back so she could ride me like a rodeo horse.

Just in case I haven't made this clear yet, there's something particularly wonderful about having sex cowgirl-style on Mars. Everything moves in slow motion when you are in reduced gravity. I think most people have seen videos of astronauts moving around the surface of the moon and using the languid, loping steps that look like skipping in slow motion. Because there is less gravity pulling walkers down to the ground, moving around on the moon resembles a slow, relaxed ballet.

The gravity on Mars is twice as strong as on the moon, but the same principle applies. When I get in a spacesuit and work outside on the Martian surface, my steps are longer and slower than on Earth. It takes time to learn how to walk there. Inside, when you have cowgirl-style sex, the woman moves up slower because she doesn't want to let her lover's cock slip out of her pussy. When she moves down, she goes slower because the gravity pulling her down is only one-third of what she feels on Earth.

I can report that it is one of the nicest things about having sex on Mars. As Agatha rode up and down on my cock, she looked so beautiful and erotic that I couldn't help but imagine that someday someone would create a line of pornographic videos made on Mars. As everyone knows, several years later the porn star Leona Lioness and her husband Leonard created a series of Martian sex videos that are the most profitable in the history of pornography.

Agatha shook her head back and forth as she had another climax. This one was a lot stronger. I felt the muscles of her vagina clenching rhythmically as she came and came and came. I held her tightly in my arms as her orgasm progressed. When it was over, Agatha gave me a long warm kiss, then had me roll over again until she was on her back.

"You haven't cum yet,"

she whispered.

"You need to cum. I want to make your cock happy. Fill me up, Mike. Fill my pussy."

That's what I wanted, too. I began thrusting into Agatha a little harder. A little faster. I didn't hurry, but I didn't dawdle, either. In a few minutes, I felt my cock begin throbbing as I came over and over, giving Agatha a big load of my seed. She hugged me closer until I was finished, then she relaxed her hold.

We cuddled for a few minutes, then got out of bed and got dressed. This was my first "nooner," and we needed to wrap it up quickly. Our lunch break typically lasted for less than an hour because we needed to finish eating quickly and get back to work. We only had time to have a quick cup of soup before we returned to the electronics shop.

On that day, I was working on a project I particularly enjoyed. The swimming pool up on the second floor included a wide area that we called the "patio." We'd sit in lounge chairs up there before and after swimming. It was very relaxing.

I'd decided that it would be even more relaxing if I installed a bunch of full-spectrum light fixtures that made the patio the brightest place inside the base. The idea was to make a trip to the pool feel more like a trip to a bright, sunny beach. I wanted people to be able to take a swim, stretch out on a recliner, then close their eyes and feel warmth shining down from above. The goal was to make the light so bright that people would close their eyes, get a little tan, and acquire some natural vitamin D.

The job wasn't complicated, but it required a lot of tedious work. I needed to repeatedly go up and down on ladders, connect the new wiring and mounting hardware, and then install the light fixtures. Climbing ladders isn't strenuous in Martian gravity, but I had to go up and down so many times that I felt stiff and tired when I finally decided I'd done enough for the day.