Shag Shack #1

[MsBloom]

Who: Tag
When: June 21st 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

Tag had anticipated Megan's hesitant response and had had no intentions on letting her off without having performed the duty she had been tasked with at the latest colony meeting. He had even been prepared to remind her of rule five, not that he would actually have reported Megan since he felt it was a bit unfair and harsh, which he had voiced his concerns about at the meeting. He pushed the tank top into the back pocket of his work pants and followed Megan as she step by step backed herself up against the wall. He closed the door behind them and locked it, to avoid having someone walk in on them.
"Did you now Mrs O'Donnell," he said as he kept approaching her until he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her face as he looked down at her placing his hands against the wall on either side of her.
His accent betraying his lower social standing and his Brooklyn origin.
"Well there's no time like the present my mum always used to say. Wouldn't you agree.?"
He stepped closer to her. His chest now pressing against her breasts and even through the layers of fabric her clothes put between them he could feel her nipples stiffen. He could feel the warmth from her body against his.

He then grabbed hold of her and turned her around to face the wall. He was not going to stand on ceremony nor did he expect any actual foreplay. He simply undid her pants and pulled them down along with her underwear, just far enough for him to be able to enter her. He then did the same with his own pants and underwear. He was already starting to get hard and all it took for him to gain a full 8" erection was to rub his cock against the crack between Megan's buttocks. Once that was done he grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her into a more accessible position before aiming his cock at her pussy, rubbing the head against the slit to make sure she was as wet as he had suspected her to be after the way she had looked at him all morning.

 

[LeaT]

Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 21st 2046, early afternoon

Megan's know it all attitude evaporated under the steamy gaze of the muscular young workman. Tag's body wasn't too unlike Marcus' at that age, but Megan wasn't twenty something anymore and she had few experiences or skills at dissuading a passionate young man that wanted to fuck her. Marcus had been a passionate young man, but Megan had wanted him then, just as she did now. But Tag, well he wasn't her husband, she shouldn't want him like that even though part of her clearly did. Her breasts heaved as she panted as he pinned her against the wall. Her eyes were as big as saucers as he made his intention clear and she knew she couldn't easily refuse him. She wasn't ready though, Dr. Robinson had helped her gather some essentials for this pairing, a quality lubricant being at the top of the list. She had discussed the problems of sex without intimacy or arousal for just this situation.

But by god he was a beautiful creature, his lower class accent and demeanor giving him a primal flavor that in some way spoke to Megan's animal instinct. If she was meant to be bred like an animal, then perhaps this is what she needed, wanted even. She too felt her nipples harden in response to his proximity and touches. Perhaps he might stroke that fire within her, prepare her body even if her heart could never be ready for this. But then, before she could even understand what was happening, he spun her around and his hands were undoing her belt and pants. He shoved her pants and underwear, plain white cotton panties, down off her ass and then quite unceremoniously bent her over. She felt his thick manhood ready to take her.

"Stop! Tag please, just give me a moment." She pleaded, her hands against the wall to help balance her as Tag forced her into a breeding position. She tried to stand straight again, but he was so strong. She reached down with one hand and tried to pull her pants back up, to keep him from thrusting inside of her. "I...I have a bag back at the jupiter, I need it...or..." She paused, not wanting to say the words about to come out of her mouth. "Or I need you...to get me...aroused." Yes she had found her self watching him, lusting for him somewhat, but at 42 she didn't just get dripping wet without a significant amount of foreplay. Something her husband understood well, but this young beast of a man didn't have the experience to understand. Having pulled her pants up just enough to stop him, her panties still bunched up at the bottom of her ass, She reached for one of his hands and cursing herself for doing it, guided it to her full mom breasts over her shirt and bra.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Tag
When: June 21st 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

As Megan asked him to stop Tag didn't remove his cock from her moist slit which was much less prepared than he had expected it to be. He did however stop and let the head of his fully erect cock rest against her clit, his hands still on her hips but as she tried to pull her clothes back up he reached down and stopped her.
"You need me to get you wet?" he asked softly, almost seductively, in his rough accent while enjoying the softness of her breasts and the stiffness of her nipples.
"That's perfectly fine with me," he added and bowed his head down to kiss her neck while caressing her breasts. For a woman her age they were still very firm and they fit perfectly in his hands. While he of course enjoyed a nice pair of breasts both visually and to touch he was not the sort of breast man who desired double D cups or bigger. In fact he rather liked them just about the size Megan's were..
"Your breasts feel wonderful," he whispered in her ear and gave her nipples a good hard pinch each at the same time.
He knew from previous partners that the line between pain and pleasure was very thin once the body was aroused and whether she was ready for penetration or not, Megan's body was aroused.
"Don't think I haven't noticed them. They've featured in quite a few of my fantasies over the last week."
His voice remained a whisper and a tone of appreciation.
"And so have that lovely ass of yours," he added and caught her left earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently on it.

He began to slowly slide his hands down the front of her body, placing kisses along her spine as he dropped to his knees. He pulled her clothes back down, all the way this time so she could easily step out of them should she want to but more importantly so she could spread her legs open for him. He turned around so he could look up at her as he used his tongue and mouth to get her as wet as she needed to be. There were few things he enjoyed more than to pleasure his partner orally.

He ran his tongue slowly along the full length of the slit, pressing it against the clit and closing his lips around the little pearl of pleasure. He held it there for a moment and then pushed his tongue back towards the entrance again, where he poked his tongue into the orifice, just a hint before moving back up again. This time he used the fingers of his left hand to spread her labia open, to pull back the hood surrounding her clit and then he went directly for it. He poked at it with his tongue, covered it in wet kisses and sucked it into his mouth where he again poked the tip of his tongue at it. At the same time his right index finger began to explore the outer edges of her vaginal orifice, letting just the tip of it push into her.

 

[LeaT]

Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 21st 2046, early afternoon

Megan was stuck there, facing the wall, trying to pull her pants up like an awkward teen caught doing something she shouldn't. She had been familiar enough with the awkward part of being a young teen but she rarely did things she shouldn't, especially involving dropping her knickers. Which is why she was able to give her virginity to her husband as she had been taught was right and proper. But now this seemed neither right or proper but still it was what she had to do.

It wasn't that she wasn't aroused, she clearly knew she was, but arousal alone just wasn't enough at her age. Her anatomy needed more time to catch up with her thoughts and desires. The feel of his cock head pressed against her clit made it difficult to focus on what seemed like the impossible swirl of emotions and sensations that had her head spinning. "Yes, as you so crudely put it, yes I need you to get me wet, or wetter." She said impatiently with him, her face blushing nearly as red as her hair.

She tried to tell herself that she wasn't being unfaithful to Marcus but the more he gave her little compliments the worse it got for her. She felt so vulnerable with her pants around her ankles, her work boots too big to step out of the pants that Tag had pushed to the floor despite her effort to pull them up. "I'm not your lover, I have a husband, this is just about, reproduction." She tried to be as clinical as she could be about it all. "I just need some....oohhhhh yesssss" All thought left her mind as Tag's tongue worked along her slit, he easily spread her wide, and devoured her mature sex. He might not have known about the peculiarities of older women, but he knew his way around her lady bits, and he soon had her legs quivering with pleasure as she bent at the waist, exposing her pussy for breeding. "That helps, yes just like that." She began to buck back at him in response to his efforts. "Spank my ass." She told him as she began to think she was enjoying this a little too much.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Tag
When: June 21st 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

Tag worked his tongue and lips all over the red headed milf's delicious sex and felt it start to get wetter and wetter as her moans became louder and louder. He slipped his finger inside her, down to the second joint and started to wiggle it, tapping against the front wall of her vaginal tract. At the same time his licking and sucking on her clit and inner labia intensified and as he sat there on his knees tasting her juices he wanted to make her cum before proceeding to the breeding part. If for no other reason than to make sure she was well and truly lubed and ready for him to penetrate her but then she pushed her ass out which first caused his finger to slip all the way inside her with ease. She was indeed ready. Then a few moments later when she asked him to spank her ass he was quick to oblige. He took his free hand and slapped it on her right buttock and then on her left.
"You like that huh?" he asked and closed his teeth ever so gently around her clit, then gave it a light tug.
"Being spanked like a naughty naughty wife about to get fucked by another man, huh?"
He punctuated ever other or third word with a lick, a poke of his tongue, a thrust of his finger deeper inside her and finished with another set of slaps on her ass. His finger wiggled more vividly inside her, tapping against the sensitive spot on her front vaginal wall. He slipped a second finger inside to make sure that she was not only wet enough but also fully prepared for the size of his cock, not that he was in anyway extraordinarily big but he was above average and well aware of it.
"That's what you are isn't it? A naughty naughty milf and you know you want me to fuck you. All you have to do is admit it."

 

[LeaT]

Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 21st 2046, early afternoon

Megan's guilt built steadily with her pleasure, Tag's touches were well coordinated and it was obvious hers was not the first pussy he had pleasured in his way. She found herself in an impossible position, she need his pleasure, his touches to get her ready for penetration, but as she felt a climax begin to build, she didn't want that. Her mind tried to work out a solution as if it were an engineering problem but logic simply wasn't driving her body's reaction to this virile young man. She could feel her legs shaking with the intensity of it all. It was happening too fast, she knew it was coming, she would have to submit to this, to him. But she just wasn't ready for the flood of contradicting emotions and desires that threatened to overwhelm her. "Ohhhmmmm" She cried out, her face turned sideways and pressed against the rough natural wood of the shack wall, as her bucking ass drove his finger deeper into her.

"No, I don't like any of this." She panted, her body and her moan contradicting the words that sounded more like a pleading than a statement of fact. "Mmmpphhh" She quivered as he nibbled on her clit, her juices flowing freely now.

"Yes, it's just so wrong, you're wrong, this is wrong, it is just so...so...fucked up." She whispered back at him, sharing her inner terror even as her body began to lose control to him. "Please, I don't want....oooommmmmpphhhhhgggoooooddddd" She was fighting the climax that was bearing down on her like an avalanche. "Please, stop...I need....a...just a minute...please." Her knees were buckling, her weight pressed her vulva more firmly against his face and onto his fingers. "No, I don't want it, I don't like it. You can fuck me, I won't want it. I'm married. I love my husband ooohhhgggddddmmmmffffffuuucccckkk" The more she protested the wetter she got, her hips very much saying 'yes' even as she forced her mouth to deny her lust.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Tag
When: June 21st 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

This time Tag did not stop when she asked him to. He heard the milf's words, heard the hesitation in them, heard the attempted alleviation of guilt about being unfaithful to her husband, all of which added to his own arousal as he felt her increased arousal against his face and around his fingers. Her body was in stark disagreement with the words her mind used to convince itself that she did not want him to fuck her, that she would not want it, the suggestion that she would not enjoy it. All were lies and her bod told him so as she pushed herself onto his face, onto his fingers, and when her body succumbed to him. He felt her orgasm against his face, felt it as her vaginal canal tightened around his fingers. Now she was certainly well enough prepared to get fucked and he stood up behind her again, one hand went to her breasts as he used the other to guide his cock into her with one hard thrust, one hard thrust that pushed the redhead up against the wall, her face and her breasts. His free hand went to her clit and he began to rub it as he fucked her, hard and deep but slow and steady.

His lips touched her hair softly and his nose picked up the scent of sweat and a vague floral hint, presumably from her shampoo. He would also pick up the imperceptible scent of pheromones as well. He teased her nipples as his hand moved back and forth between her breasts. He rubbed her clit in circular motions.
"We both know you want this. you need this."
He had now pushed all of her body flat against the wall and each thrust lifted her body onto its toes.
"Why lie to yourself when your body is telling the truth," he added and lifted his hand from her pussy up to her face, his fingers parting her lips and pushing into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own arousal.

He then grabbed her hair and her waist, pulling her away from the wall and tossing her onto the bed. Seconds later he was on top of her. His eyes seeking her's as he parted her legs as far as they would go, her knees pushed up at her sides. He was close but far from done. Perhaps the sole purpose of their encounter was to make a baby but he was certainly going to enjoy it to the fullest. He thrust himself inside her again and grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head.
"Maybe it will help with the guilt if you can tell yourself you were being forced," he said and licked her face.

 

[LeaT]

Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 21st 2046, early afternoon

Megan pleaded with Tag to stop before she came on his face, not wanting to surrender that most intimate of pleasures to him. But he didn't stop and her body was not to be denied as the pleasure became overwhelming and coursed through her body like a lightning strike. Her hands gripped at the rough walls of the make shift fuck shack where decades of marital fidelity were being violated and Megan's pathetic attempts to protest only made her feel worse. She had always been satisfied by Marcus' love making, but why did this 'forbidden fruit' seem to affect her so intensely? She felt like a whore, but damn it felt good as she experienced an incredible orgasm for the first time without her husband. There was no denying she was ready to be bred, she could feel herself squeezing his fingers as if her womb were hungry for his seed.

He must have sensed her hunger as well as he was soon on his feet guiding his cock into her with one hand while the other felt her tits through her shirt and bra. "Just get it over with." She told him, trying to pretend she wasn't a bitch in heat for his cock at that moment. "Oh fuck!" She practically screamed into the wall of the shack as he plunged his cock into her quivering channel in one powerful thrust. There was no gentleness in him, so unlike Marcus, he was at least doing her the favor of not pretending to love or respect her.

"Fuck you!" She hissed at him when he told her she wanted and needed this. "I loathe you, you arrogant son of a bitch." It was almost as if she were deliberately goading him to be more rough with her. "Aaaahhhhnnnnnnooooo" She cried as he began to rub her clit, toying with her as she felt another climax building. He fucked her so hard she was slowly shuffling forward to try and keep her balance and soon was standing nearly upright, facing the wall as the thrust into her, forcing her to her toes as he drilled into her like a jack hammer. She was gasping for breath, trying to fight her climax as he forced his fingers into her mouth. She could taste her own arousal, a reminder of how much she was enjoying this extra marital fucking. She simply tolerated his fingers at first but she soon sucked on them, breathing hard through her nose as she came again, her pussy squeezing his thick cock as her lips sucked on his fingers.

She was completely unprepared to be thrown so forcefully on to the bed. Her feet still tangled in her pants and underwear, her boots making her extra clumsy. He was strong and agile enough though that she bounced perfectly onto the thin mattress of the make shift bed, her legs spread, pussy wet and swollen, pink folds glistening with lust, her neatly trimmed red bush matching her hair. She was panting and staring at him but only for a moment as he was quickly on her, spreading her legs even wider. He was back inside of her in an instant, she moaned but cut it short with her fist in her mouth as if it shamed her to feel the pleasure of his cock inside of her. Her hands made a feeble attempt to push him away. Her legs felt bound by her pants and when he took her wrists it felt very much like she was being taken against her will. It helped make her feel less guilty just as he suggested, but it also made it so much more erotic. She recoiled as he licked her face and in her passion she spat in his face in return.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Tag
When: June 21st 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

Tag took a few moment to admire his conquest, if that was what it was. They had been assigned by an algorithm to produce a child but was that really all that was going on. Tag had no moral issues with banging another man's wife. He had done plenty of it in his life, starting all the way back when he was 16 with Mrs Ludwell the almost fifty year old neighbour whose husband worked night shifts and always was too tired to satisfy the mother of his three children, all of who were older than Tag. If he was honest it added to his arousal knowing that the woman he was fucking belonged to another man and even though her had had a few girlfriend's his own age he had consciously sought out older women, married women, sometimes even the mothers of his girlfriends. There were probably many aspects contributing to this preference but older women being more appreciative and willing to explore things they had never dared ask their husbands for was probably the main contributing factor. Megan was in his eyes no different. Her mind and her words had protested, tried to convince him but mostly herself that it was wrong, that she loved her husband, and he had no doubts that she did but her body had told him that she craved what he had to offer, youth, virility, force and a little humiliation, as so many women did but few dared admit even to themselves.

He had taken in her dishevelled form as she lay on her back on the bed with her legs spread open, that wet pussy on full display, as well as her heaving chest. Now that he was on top of her he held nothing back. His cock pounded into her for the future of the Human species as he kept making comments about how much she wanted him, or at least what he represented, how she needed to feel like she was being forced, raped even, to feel like she wasn't betraying her husband as her body took pleasure from another man. He knew she had already had one orgasm, he had tasted it, and he suspected she had had one more while he pinned her up against the wall and now he was going to give her a third.

But then she spat in his face and he smiled down on her.
"So you want to play that game do you, you horny bitch," he said and letting go of her wrists he reached for the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up, not only to reveal her bra but all the way up over her face. He then ripped open her bra using the same knife she had cut herself on earlier and took in the sight of her small but for her age firm beautiful breasts. They were such perfect little mounds as they were flattened against her chest by gravity. Still pumping into her he leaned in and took her right nipple between his teeth and bit down on it, hard enough to cause a brief stinging pain and to make it even more sensitive. He then sucked on it, flicked his tongue against it. He was drawing closer to shooting his load inside her and when he grabbed her left breast and slapped it right across the nipple he let out a deep grunt and with three more hard thrusts he filled up her pussy with his seed but he did not get off her or pull out. He lay there on top of her, his full weight against her body.

 

[LeaT]

Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 21st 2046, early afternoon

It was in a way, Tag's cavalier attitude about fucking another man's wife that made her both so furious and aroused. Though what was she supposed to expect, that Tag would come to Marcus and ask for his wife's womb like some kind of suitor? She was very much in uncharted waters but he seemed so god damned comfortable, smug even as he looked down on her, ready to mount and breed her like she was his property. She should really close her legs, she thought, though he had already had his full length inside of her. Instead she stared between her legs to see his rigid cock, glistening now with her wetness. He had succeeded quite well at getting her wet, even now her pussy throbbed with desire. His cock was not, exceptional though it was only the second she had seen in the flesh, but it seemed to bounce with his pulse. Her eyes had a hint of lust in them as she stared at his cock, it wasn't until she raised her eyes to meet his as he came closer that her anger filled them.

She panted as he pumped himself inside of her, it shouldn't be long, he was young, eager. Soon she could go home to Marcus and...what, tell him about it? She couldn't do that, she was sure of it. She would need to suffer this indignity in silence, it would only hurt him to tell him about this, or so she told herself.

But then she had spat at him and she could feel the change.
She was frightened by his tone as he called her a horny bitch, his words hitting closer to home than she hoped he realized. He released her wrists, though she was still impaled deeply by his cock and his weight pinning her to the bed. She feared he might rip the shirt clean off of her but instead he merely pulled it up, she even lifted her arms to help, but then he stopped, covering her face with her own shirt. She would spit at him again, that was certain. Her bra was nothing special, more functional than attractive. "Wait no." She felt the cool steel of the knife as it slipped between her chest and her undergarment. For a moment she feared he was going to cut her but then almost as bad, he sliced her bra between the cups, exposing her modest breasts. Though her biggest concern was that she wasn't going to be able to replace such items easily in the future.

It was still hot and steamy in the early afternoon and being in the enclosed shag shack her breasts glistened slightly with perspiration and her nipples stayed soft. They were pink and fairly large capping the somewhat freckled flesh of her breasts. The soft mounds rose and fell with her breathing and jiggled with his thrusts. "Ouch, stop that." She scolded him, Maxwell had been a biter, hastening his weaning when Megan's sensitive nipples couldn't take the pain. The soothing afterwards was very unlike a nursing child. "ooohhhh." She moaned with pleasure at the contrast between pain and pleasure.

She barely realized her hips were rocking to his rhythm as he fucked her. Not until she felt the warm gush of his seed inside of her did she realize he was about to climax. "Finally!" She said as if relieved though it hadn't really been that long. She panted, struggling to pull her shirt back down and push him off of her. But he kept himself inside of her, his weight pinning her down. "I think you're done." She said as she felt him still inside of her, finally getting her arms and shirt down enough to look him in the eyes once more. But looking at him froze her words and she simply waited hoping his cock would soften enough to be ejected from her well fucked pussy. She couldn't hold his gaze, looking upward and past him, towards the ceiling of the shack as if it were the Sistine Chapel and of great interest to her. Anything to avoid having to look him in the eye after he had filled her womb with his seed.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Tag
When: June 21st 2046, early afternoon.
Relevant: @LeaT (Megan)

There were two reasons Tag didn't pull out of Megan right away. The first was that he wanted to make sure he had released every drop of his seed inside her. He often dribbled a little as long as up to a minute after the big ejaculation and he figured that the more seed he put inside her the bigger the chances of conception would be., not that he actually was in any hurry to perform his duty to the colony if it meant he could keep fucking Megan for a couple of months. The other and to him more important reason was pure dominance. As long as he had her impaled on her cock she was his, no matter how married she was, or whether she enjoyed it or not. With his cock inside her she belonged to him.

As he lay there on top of her he played with her breasts almost casually as if it was some kind of post-coital cuddle they were engaged in. He smiled down at her and shrugged when she spoke but did not respond in any other way to her statement that she thought her was done. He could go again given a few minutes to recuperate and he was contemplating it for a while as his cock slowly began to soften inside her. Eventually it was pushed out and he sat up on the bed and began to put his clothes back on.
"Same time tomorrow then Mrs O'Donnell," he said as he buttoned his pants and tightened the belt around his waist.
It was not a question, nor was it really a request and yet nothing in his tone of voice suggested it was a direct order.
"Sorry about the bra, but you needed to learn some fucking respect," he added and stood up and left her there without another word.

 

[LeaT]

Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Tag
Time: June 21st 2046, mid afternoon

Megan's relationship with Marcus had always been one of equals even if their sexual positions were often male dominant, her consent was always there, up front. Tag had an animal dominance over her that she found both repulsive and alluring, combined with the very nature of the breeding program, she was beyond emotionally confused. Him idly playing with her breast as he laid on top of her. He succeeded in making her nipple pop to attention, she couldn't deny it felt pleasurable, but it only made her despise him more. He was so young and powerful, she feared he might just go again and keep her here all afternoon. As she felt him, if not exactly soften, at least not as rigid as he had been when he impaled her, she squeezed her core muscles and forced him out of her. She felt a thick glob of his seed follow his cock head, clinging to her lips, though she knew much more remained inside of her. It was only then that she looked at him and gave a hint of a smile, her small final act of control over her body.

"I'll check my schedule." She said as she laid there and watched him put his clothes back on. He could have been a male model back on earth, or maybe a stripper, he had that kind of body. Physically he inspired a certain level of lust that she couldn't deny, even if she would never admit. She opened her mouth to reply to his comment about her bra and respect, but she couldn't find the words. As he walked out she just laid her head back. He hand went to her pussy as if to keep his cum inside of her. Her fingers felt the thick ooze of his ejected semen, she rubbed and slipped her fingers inside of her trying to insert it back into her. After all, the sooner he impregnated her the sooner she could go back to having sex wit Marcus. She pulled her fingers out, looked at them, wet with his seed and her wetness. She then sucked them clean, tasting their combined juices as she looked at the closed door where Tag had just exited. "Same time tomorrow." She echoed as she reached down to pull her underwear and pants back up while still lying down. She stood and removed her shirt, sticking her ruined bra into a cargo pocket of her pants then pulling the shirt back over her head. Her nipples showed obviously through the thin t-shirt material, declaring her braless state to anyone that might see her.

Marcus was gone when she returned to their jupiter, which she was grateful for as she quickly stripped and slipped into the shower, washing Tag's scent from her body. Still she knew his essence was inside of her. In her mind she saw the images of those tiny swimmers relentlessly seeking her egg, statistically one time was not likely to do it. She would have to ask Judy just how quickly she should get tested but she knew today was too soon. 'Same time tomorrow.' She said to herself as she reached to turn off the water.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Who: Martin
Relevant: @MsBloom as Joan
Time: June 21st 2046, Mid Afternoon

Martin pulled up to the crude shelters the colonists had been constructing ever since the decision to proceed with the breeding program had come about in the family chariot. Frankly Martin would have preferred to do this sort of thing in his cabin, where he could be sure of a soft bed, air conditioning, and a shower for when things were done. Using these log and dirt cabins reminded him of a phrase some of the younger women had been tossing around. The new "shag shacks" reminded him of barns, which drove home the phrase "Breeding livestock. Without a way to make new beds and the like beyond his father and brother making them by hand it would practically be them rutting in the dirt with little to no light.

Pulling a few boxes out of the cargo compartment that contained a few creature comforts the colonists had decided they could spare for the shacks he walked by one of the most completed ones. From the sound of things, it seemed that it was already being used for it's intended purpose. He wondered who it could be in there. Something about the cries seemed familiar, but wrong somehow.

Spotting Joan, one of the two Mrs. Robinson's, Martin approached with the pile of boxes. He knew he and Joan had been "partnered" by the Robot. Martin wasn't a virgin, and in fact had a decent amount of experience, though never with a woman that much older than him, never with a married woman, and certainly never with a woman who clearly had no sexual interest in men whatsoever. Though he wasn't cowed or completely intimidated, he wasn't quite sure how to approach the whole situation.

He knew Maxwell would have his own style, likely involving blindfolds and or handcuffs or something similar, but that wasn't Martin's style. However he was still like his father and brother in that they weren't likely to beat around the bush, and he approached Joan with as much confidence as he could muster. "Hey Mrs. Robinson, I brought some boxes with things people thought might make the shacks more...comfortable. Any ideas where where I should set them up?"

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Joan
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

Joan had left the construction site not only to give Tag and Megan some time alone to inaugurate the shag shacks, but also because she had been working all morning and was hungry. She headed back towards the Jupiter in the hope that Maureen might have felt the same way and had something cooking, or at least was preparing something for the two of them in anticipation of Joan returning for lunch. She was just about halfway back home when she remembered that she had left a bit too hastily and forgotten her tools. At first she considered returning for it after lunch or trust Tag to bring it back when he was done exploring his breeding partner. Instead she decided to go back and pick them up before returning home.

As she came over the ridge towards the shacks she saw Martin coming from the O'Donnell's. She waved at him from a distance and figured this was as good a time as any to talk to him about the two of them having been assigned partners to breed. Hearing the noises from one of the shacks she suggested he could put them in one of the other shacks and she would sort it out later.
"It's quite considerate of you to think about such things," she then said as she opened the door for him to put the boxes inside.

While Martin was inside the shack the door to the other shack opened and Tag appeared looking quite pleased with himself. Joan gave him a nod and he nodded back before walking off towards the woods.
"When you've put the boxes down why don't we walk together back to our Jupiter," Joan suggested and added that she and Maureen wanted to discuss something with him but left out that the discussion would also include Nate, whom she had seen pass by with his dad some time earlier, or for that matter what it would be about.

 

[LeaT]

Who: Megan O'Donnell
Relevant: @MsBloom Joan @Colonel_Liam Martin
Time: June 21st 2046, lunch time

Megan was still somewhat dazed after her session with Tag, needing a shower as she reeked of sex and her hair was mussed pretty badly. She stepped out of the newly constructed shag shack and practically ran into her youngest boy. "Oh Martin, how long have you been here?" She said as she thought about the noises she had been quite recently making, her face turning bright red. Her normally keen expression obviously clouded by the intensity of her multiple climaxes with the young worker. As she stood there somewhat indecisively it would be clear to Martin that his mother was not wearing a bra beneath the thin work t-shirt, something she never left the house without. Her nipples stood proud and the cloth clung to the curves of her bosom. Before he could walk away though she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Martin, honey, let's keep this between us, please?" She asked then hugged her baby and kissed his cheek before she headed towards their family Jupiter for a much needed shower.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Who: Martin
Relevant: @MsBloom as Joan @LeaT as Megen
Time: June 21st 2046, Lunch Time

Martin was pleased that Joan was at least cordial with him. He knew practically everyone (with the Exception of Maxwell and maybe Penny) was feeling awkward with the whole situation. He couldn't even imagine what it was like for Joan considering her own circumstances. They couldn't really change the fact they were paired together and the expectation that came with that. However back on Earth, Martin had known friends parents who didn't seem to love each other the way his parents did but maintained a businness like attitude towards each other and stayed married. He supposed he and Joan could be like except .... sexually. Not exactly his ideal but what else was there?

He followed her to the shack that wasn't emitting noises and placed the boxes down. He placed a few items from the boxes in places that seemed obvious, but sensed movement coming from behind him as Joan mentioned having a talk back at her Jupiter. He was about to respond when the source of the movement was revealed to be his mother looking distinctly out of sorts, to say the least.

He realized that the muffled sounds that had been "wrong", were the noises his mother made without his father. In the confines of the Jupiter it was hard to escape the sounds of the two of them so he had an idea of what his mother "should" sound like, but the noises he had heard a few minutes ago had been distinctly different and she was dressed differently in obvious ways. He caught a site of Tag walking away, as his mother pulled him into and embrace that he returned, trying to comfort her, especially after their exchange a few days ago. He nodded at her suggestion, but promised himself that he would be keeping an eye on Tag and how he treated his mother. Whatever had happened in the shack had clearly not been "just businness."

Kissing his mother on the cheek, he watched her go. Clearing his throat he looked to Joan and gestured towards her family Jupiter. "Lead the way." he said, struggling to cover his mixed feelings of anger, embarassment, and concern.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Joan
Where: Going back to The Robinson's Jupiter.
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

It was an awkward moment between Megan and her son and Joan kept her distance while the two talked. She could only imagine what she would feel like if it was her and Penny instead. She knew Penny had been paired with Martin's brother and she knew that Tag had mixed feelings about the guy and his approach towards Penny. It had made her wonder just how far the breeding program would stretch if it came to actual abuse between the breeding couples. She would hate to see her little girl hurt, whether it was physically or emotionally, and then she chuckled to herself. She really had to stop thinking about Penny as her little girl. She was by all accounts a young woman now and from what she had heard from Tag as well as from general rumours around the colony, far from the innocent little girl Joan liked to think of her as.

When Martin asked her to lead the way she snapped out of her musings and started back towards the Jupiter. Rather than mentioning Megan, who was walking quite rapidly back towards the O'Donnell's Jupiter,or Tag for that matter, she decided to give Martin a hint as to what was needed to discuss. It would be a lot better than a mile's walk in an awkward silence.
"So ... maybe I should let you know that me and Maureen have talked about this breeding thing and we've come up with a solution that we think will benefit us all. I am sure you can understand that the entire situation is a bit more complicated for us than for your parents or the Stevensens."
She had her tools in a bag slung over her shoulder with the strap between her breasts which made them more clearly outlined under the t-shirt and bra she was wearing.
"I can't really say much more than that since well, Maureen and Nate are involved as well."

Soon they came within visual range of the Jupiter and Joan dumped her tools near one of the landing legs, where it seemed that Maureen was attempting some kind of gardening, before walking up the ramp.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Who: Martin
Relevant: @MsBloom as Joan @LeaT as Maureen
Time: June 21st 2046, Lunch Time

Martin walked next to Joan on the way to her Jupiter. He nodded at her explanation that she and Maureen had been discussing the mechanics of what was to happen going forward. He doubted anyone in the colony hadn't had some sort of conversation about it with someone. He knew his parents had.

He raised an eyebrow at the mention that Maureen and Nate would actually be involved though. Like so many things, he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Though involving Maureen was far from the worst idea he had ever heard, especially as he had never had a threesome before. Involving Nate was a strange idea though, the other guy seemed nice enough but something about him just seemed off to Martin, though he couldn't put his finger on it.

Coming up to the Jupiter he waved politely to Maureen and followed Joan inside.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Joan
Where: The Robinson's Jupiter.
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @LeaT (Maureen) @xavierrol (Nate) @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

Joan had grabbed a sweater before heading back towards the shacks to do a bit of decorating with whatever was in the boxes Martin had brought. There was a little bit of this and that and she grabbed a few pillow, some blankets and sheets among a few other things. The bed of the shack Tag had taken Megan in would definitely need a change of sheets, and since they wouldn't all fit on the bed it needed some kind of carpeting rather than the hard packed soil that was its floor. Interiour decorating was far from her thing, that was more Maureen's thing, but still the place did look a bit more cosy, especially after she had put up two battery powered lamps that when kept on low effect spread a cosy shimmer through the small room. It had a nice feel to it. Now there was nothing to do but to wait for her wife to arrive with their breeding partners, time she figured she might as well spend watching the sun that was about to set behind the planet around which the moon orbited. As she sat there watching the sky shifting colours she sent a text to her wife: "Bring something to drink."

 

[LeaT]

Who: Maureen Robinson
When: June 21st 2046, late morning
Relevant: Nate @xavierrol Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Maureen arrived, bottle in hand of Joan's 'usual' but not any of the special bottles they tended to save for special occasions. She barely set down the bottle before pulling the simple dress up and over her head, she then laid flat on the bed and with well practiced skill poured Joan a 'shot' into her navel and waited for Joan to lap it up. She immediately poured another, trying not to laugh and waste the precious liquor as she said "you might need another." She prompted Joan to take a third shot, intending for her to be fairly buzzed before things got too far along. Still in just a white bra and panties, Maureen got up off the bed only to take to her knees in front of Joan. She looked up, her face showing a mix of nervous excitement as she awaited her wife's direction.

 

[xavierrol]

Who: Nate
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: @LeaT Maureen Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Joan's borrowed robe did little to hide Nate's obvious erection as he followed Joan into the shag shack. Only his awkwardness at being the only one naked kept it on him as he waited for things to get started. He watched intently as Maureen offered her wife several shots from her belly button. It was mildly erotic but fairly pale compared to Nate's porn infused imagination. He had certainly watched some lesbian porn before but almost none had made it into his 'private' collection stored on his personal drive on their Jupiter. He had looked when he had learned 2 lesbians were among the surviving colonists. He had certainly imagined the two of them going at it dozens of times in his mind and was eager to see the 'live' show soon.

He was practically drooling, his mouth hanging open when Maureen positioned herself on her knees in front of the more dominant Joan. Unable to remain on the sidelines he stepped up, his cock protruding from the cloth of Joan's robe, close to Maureen's face but he was facing Joan. "Let's get some of your clothes off." He said to Joan, reaching to pull up her shirt, unless of course she stopped him. He would continue until told, to stop and even then it would have to be rather insistently, if not physically.

 

[MsBloom]

Who: Joan
When: June 21st 2046, approximately lunch time.
Relevant: @LeaT (Maureen) @xavierrol (Nate) @Colonel_Liam (Martin)

As Maureen arrived with the barely clad Nate in tow holding a bottle of her usual everyday poison of choice, a smooth golden whisky, she gave her a kiss and then smiled as her wife assumed the position for a body shot. It was a fun game they sometimes played as part of their foreplay. It had been Maureen's idea when she found out that Joan had a sort of erotic attachment to belly buttons.

Joan slurped the shot poured slowly with a seductive grin on her face, the second went down in a more passionate way with Joan digging her tongue as deep into her wife's navel as it could go. The third she lapped up the way a cat would drink from a bowl. It was certainly having an effect, not only in giving her a mild alcohol buzz but also in kick starting her arousal. Then as Maureen positioned herself kneeling in front of her she again gave her wife a kiss and nodded to her. Everything would go according to plan. They were together in this.

Then Nate broke their moment of emotional intimacy by requesting she too undressed. She looked up at him with a mild irritation.
"Patience," she said and reminded him that she was not his breeding partner but then a smile spread across her face and she turned her attention back to Maureen, still kneeling and waiting.
"First remove the rest of your own clothes and then ... undress me."

 

[LeaT]

Who: Maureen Robinson
When: June 21st 2046, late morning
Relevant: Nate @xavierrol Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Suppressing a smile as she looked past Nate's erection at her wife scolding him, trying not to laugh openly at the situation. But as Joan reigned in Nate's enthusiasm (if not his arousal) and turned to her she got more serious. She complied immediately, opening the front clasp of her bikini top and exposing her breasts without shame or hesitation. She shrugged her shoulders out of the top and tossed to land on her dress. She then stood in place and slipped the bottom down her slender hips before kneeling back down to retrieve them and add them to the pile. "Gladly." She responded with a warm smile at Joan's instructions to undress her. She began with her shoes and socks, Maureen's smaller breasts jiggled nicely as she tugged at the laces and worked the solid footwear off of her wife's foot. She rubbed each foot, pale hands on dark skin, then lightly kissed near each ankle before setting it back on the floor.

Her small soft hands slid up her wife's firm dark thighs, slipping up and into the legs of her shorts as far as she could reach, caressing towards her almost certainly moistening sex. Spreading Joan's thighs slightly to let her finger tips lightly touch her outer lips. She withdrew her hands after just the slightest touch, her hands quickly going to the belt and buttons of Joan's shorts. But she then stood, her hands bracing on Joan's thighs, she arched her back so that her pale breasts rubbed against Joan's dark face as she rose. Pressing them more firmly into Joan's face she reached down her back and began to pull up her shirt as Nate had so clumsily attempted just moments before. With Joan's cooperation, Maureen soon had her shirt and tossed it to Martin. Maureen's well practiced hands quickly undid Joan's bra, freeing her more substantial breasts from their plain but functional confines. Returning to her knees she sucked on each black nipple as her hands caressed her mate's flanks before gripping the waist of her shorts. "Rise please." Maureen said in her soft gentle voice. She would hook Joan's panties and pull both garments down as her wife rose at her request.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Who: Martin
Relevant: @MsBloom as Joan @LeaT as Maureen
Time: June 21st 2046, Lunch Time

Martin waited, with a certain amount of impatience for Maureen and Nate to arrive as he helped Joan make the shack just a little bit more comfortable. Joan's obvious lack of interest in him was a little disheartening and made it difficult to get particularly excited for the task ahead. He remembered what his mother had warned him about in regards to being a gentleman, and he did his best, making small talk and trying to at least reduce the awkwardness of the situation.

Said awkwardness was reduced in some ways, and amplified in other when the other half of the party showed up. On the one hand Maureen at least was said to have some attraction to men, but Martin was still coming to grip with just how he felt about having Nate there. He didn't have anything against him in particular, but he had never been a situation as sexually charged as this with another man.

He settled into a chair to the side of where Maureen and Joan were stripping each other down. He was glad Nate had made the first move to interject himself into the equation as he had no desire to be scolded during sex. Instead her pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to a corner before undoing his belt and zipper and pulling his pants and underwear to his knees.

Unlike the freshly shaved Nate, Martin had some hair below, though it was well trimmed and groomed. Taking his cock in hand he began to stroke himself slowly, going from fully to soft to half mast quickly as Maureen began to pull Joan's lower garments away.

 

[xavierrol]

Who: Nate
When: June 21st 2046, lunch time
Relevant: @LeaT Maureen Joan @MsBloom Martin @Colonel_Liam

Other than a bit of a dirty look, Nate didn't respond much to Joan's scolding other than to stop trying to remove her shirt. His attention soon drawn by Maureen losing the last scraps of her clothing. He licked his lips when her tits were exposed, her being on her knees fueled his misogynistic lust, as if that was where she belonged. Except she should be on her knees for him, not another woman, but it was easy enough to imagine. He was somewhat forced to step back as Maureen rose so close to Joan but it was worth getting a better view of her body. She was incredible naked and he finally got out of the robe and tossed it with Maureen's clothes. He was a bit pudgy and out of shape, but his cock was working fine, he dared not touch it through even as he noticed Martin stroking himself.

Maureen's submissiveness was a huge turn on, but Joan's big black boobs soon challenged for Nate's attention. His eyes roamed constantly, as if he didn't want to miss a single sight of the lesbian couple undressing for his pleasure, or so he felt. As Maureen returned to her knees, Nate made his move, getting behind her and running his hands up and down her back, soon this led to squeezing her ass and reaching beneath to grab and squeeze her small tits, which still felt incredible in his sweaty palms. He looked over Maureen's shoulder to see what he could of Joan. But then he slowly and cautiously slipped one hand between her legs from behind and began to explore his very first pussy. He was clumsy but, for him at least was trying to be careful. He felt a certain anxiety about his first time being in a group like this. He wanted to take Maureen doggy style, right now, but he was a little afraid he wasn't quite sure how to get himself inside of her. He stroked her pussy a few times and then sort of poked along as if looking for the magic entrance inside of her. He could see her tight pink pucker, but at least for now that was not his goal. He also didn't want to get yelled at, it was one thing to have Joan scold him, but if he lost Maureen's patience, he was afraid he might not get to fuck her, despite the rules.