The Martians

Life on Mars wasn't precisely what Matt expected it to be if he was being honest. Dangerous? Oh sure. Difficult as all hell? Yep. But still, even knowing that everything could go wrong in an instant didn't prepare one for when it did. Or perhaps it had… after all, he was still alive, wasn't he?

It'd all started out with a series of preparatory missions. He and his crew were actually one of several sent to Mars at the same time in order to build a base. It started with various non-manned rockets being sent ahead carrying all the supplies they would need, followed by a series of manned missions once those rockets were all confirmed to have landed safe and sound on the red planet.

They were effectively construction workers, but even a construction worker on Mars had to be an incredibly qualified individual with the full breadth of astronaut training. Needless to say, it was Matt and his fellow astronauts' job to build a more permanent structure to Mars, a Mars base that would last for decades without needing much attention, hopefully.

Each team had added bits and pieces over the course of years, until finally they had a completed structure very nearly ready to go. The area around the structure was littered with habitats from the various crews who'd been sent to help build different sections of the damn thing.

The location had been picked because by all of the experts' best guesses, the weather in this area of Mars was said to be fairly calm and smooth. Given that some of the planet's surface was covered twenty-four seven in massive Martian Storms that would have been impossible for them to work in safely at their current technological level, that was pretty damn important.

Unfortunately, in the end it really just came down to shit luck and a lack of experience with the planet. All of the experts in the world could give their opinions, but their best guesses of how the Martian Weather would progress were just that… guesses. When the freak storm finally showed up out of nowhere, they were lucky to have as much of the structure done as they did. But just because the permanent base was mostly completed didn't mean it would necessarily survive the coming weather conditions.

In the end, an evacuation of all of the temporary building crews was ordered, everyone making their way to their respective Martian Ascent Vehicles and leaving the planet behind before the storm could reach them properly and tear apart their temporary habitats. Alas, not everyone had made it out. MATT had been one of those who hadn't made it out.

In the end, his only choice, along with the choice of the two other astronauts stranded on Mars with him, was to try and hunker down in the permanent base and see if they could survive. There was no certainty that it would work of course, no guarantee that the base would survive the storm. But in the end, the storm passed, and he and his comrades were still alive.

Afterwards, it was still a matter of survival, just not the heart-stopping, adrenaline-inducing kind that the storm provoked. Luckily, one of the two female astronauts who'd been stranded with Matt was a botanist by trade, and with some assistance from him and her fellow woman, she was able to grow food with some of the mission supplies.

In the end, they were effectively using the permanent base as intended, but a mission earlier… and it certainly wasn't ever meant to be them who were using it. They were just the temporary construction crew. All the same, Matt was glad to have survived the storm… and even happier to have survived it with his fellow astronauts. Anya and Kimmy couldn't possibly be different in looks, but they both had the same steely backbone that one required if they wanted to travel in space and risk their lives exploring the final frontier known to man.

As he steps into the greenhouse, Matt's breath hitches and he stutters to a stop for a moment at what he sees waiting for him there. Anya, a very tall Slavic woman, stands over some of the plants she's been cultivating. Tall and busty, she's absolutely gorgeous… and currently completely naked. But then, to be fair, he's naked as well.

It all has to do with how their relationship has evolved in the months since they've been stranded on Mars. At this point, all they can do is conserve as much as possible and wait for NASA to send another MAV to rescue them. They'd managed to make contact with the people back on Earth, so they knew rescue WAS coming. But in the meantime… all that they'd had was each other. Him, Anya, and Kimmy… was it any wonder they'd sort of fallen into one another's arms?

Luckily, everyone was on long-term birth control, even Matt himself. NASA had planned ahead and basically made it a rule that they all had to abide by. One day, the first Martian baby would be born, but no one wanted it to happen in the middle of a temporary mission to help construct a more permanent habitat.

So there really was no danger to him, Anya, and Kimmy all having a sexual relationship. And as things had progressed between the three of them, it ultimately became less and less important for them to even bother with things like clothes. Framing it in the form of keeping said clothes from degrading too much, these days the only time any of them wore anything was when they had to report to NASA in one of their weekly meetings with the people back on Earth.

Otherwise, the three of them went around naked all day long… and with an open invitation to share in one another, Matt knew what he wanted. His eyes trace over Anya's shapely behind as he approaches, his cock growing harder by the second. He doesn't try to sneak up on her, not wanting to ruin her work, so eventually she does notice his presence and looks back over her shoulder at him to give him a smile.

Taking the smile for the appreciation it is, Matt moves into position behind the tall Slavia astronaut and takes ahold of her shapely hips. His cock, fully erect by the time he lays his hands on her, comes up and pokes at her ass for a moment before he dips it lower. As he begins to tease her folds, he finds her already slightly wet, her arousal no doubt starting the moment she realized he was behind her. As he prods at her, she gets wetter still, until eventually Matt just… slips it in.

A soft breathless moan leaves Anya's lips as the botanist continues to inspect her plants. Matt slides in and out of her slowly at first, his hands gripping tightly at her hips until eventually he slides one up her body. As he begins to play with one of her very large, very sensitive breasts, Anya finally pulls away from the plants altogether, pushing back onto his cock and arching her back as she moans against him.

Leaning in, Matt nuzzles his lover's neck, peppering her soft nape with gentle kisses even as he brings his other hand up to join the first, now grabbing and squeezing both of her large, full breasts. She continues to push her hips back into him, and he continues to thrust forward with his cock, the two of them fucking standing up right there in the greenhouse.

There's no denying that Anya has the body of a goddess. To be fair, Kimmy does too, for all that she's fairly different in body type. Hell, Matt isn't bragging when he says he's in perfect shape as well. They're all astronauts, and there's no such thing as a fat or out of shape astronaut. You didn't get to slack off or eat unhealthily or just… be anything less then perfect in general if you wanted to be an astronaut.

It was probably a silly thought, but honestly, they probably made one of the most photogenic couples in existence. If they DID record their intercourse and sent it back to Earth, Matt bet they could make a fucking mint selling it as the first ever astronaut porn tape, and not only that, it would be GOOD too, because they were both so fucking sexy… not to toot his own horn or anything, but really… he might be the only man on the planet, but Anya and Kimmy wouldn't be inclined to give him the time of day if he wasn't worth that time. They'd just fuck each other instead, he imagined.

"Oh, slacking on the job I see? And without inviting me? Naughty, naughty!"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Both Matt and Anya turn to regard Kimmy as she strides into the greenhouse, just as naked as both of them. Grinning from ear to ear, she plants her hands on her hips. Matt doesn't stop fucking Anya though, and Anya doesn't try to pull away from him. They're both well past the point of being embarrassed in Kimmy's presence, something that clearly exasperate the petite young woman.

Where Anya is brunette, tall, and busty, Kimmy is a petite blonde. She's smaller than both of them, but still built like a lean, killing machine. She's put the work in and wouldn't be here if she hadn't. She's tough, a fighter, and just because her body type required the smallest spacesuit that NASA had didn't mean she was any less of an astronaut.

Still, their dynamic being what it is, Kimmy only stands there with her hands on her hips for all of a moment before her grin takes on an aroused edge and she saunters over, dropping to her knees right there beside them. Before Matt knows it, there's a mouth on his balls and Anya is squeaking and tightening up on his cock as deft fingers begin playing with her clit.

After a second, Kimmy pulls away to look up at the two of them and say her piece.

"I'm calling dibs on next go, got it?"

Before she can return to her self-imposed ball sucking duty, Matt grins, quipping down at her.

"Dibs on next go with who? Me or Anya?"

Anya just continues moaning away, now being drilled by Matt's cock and also played with by Kimmy's fingers. Kimmy, meanwhile, gives Matt a decidedly unimpressed look as she fondles his balls.

"Who do you think? Anya and I have a timeshare on your dick, or did she not tell you? I can sixty-nine this gorgeous Slavic slut any time. But your cock has limited juice in it, and I want at least one of your loads tonight. Understood?"

Smirking, Matt just inclines his head.

"Yes ma'am."

One wouldn't realize it, but Kimmy… Kimmy was actually crew leader for Matt's crew down here on Mars, back before the storm. Anya had been a part of a whole other crew entirely, while the rest of Kimmy and Matt's crew had managed to evacuate in time. But Matt hadn't been one to leave anyone behind, and so he'd stayed, and he and Kimmy had ended up meeting with Anya to get into the permanent base just moments before the storm hit.

While it'd taken weeks for them to all fall into the same bed, those first few minutes just inside of the habitat, feeling it as the powerful Martian Storm buffeted the tough walls… that was probably the start of their three-way relationship. Especially since they'd spent those first few minutes huddled together, holding one another and expecting any second to be their last as the habitat was torn open by something and they lost their atmosphere and oxygen.

Instead, they'd survived. And now it was the three of them, Mars' only permanent inhabitants for the time being. Needless to say, once Matt is done cumming inside of Anya, he's more than happy to let the tall botanist rest as he turns and tumbles to the ground with Kimmy. Pinning the smaller woman to the floor with his body, he takes her in a mating press and she greedily and happily reciprocates, wrapping her arms and legs around his ripped body and pulling him into her all the faster.

It wasn't all sex, all the time. They were still astronauts after all, still scientists each with a PhD in their own respective fields. The opportunity of the lifetime was staring them in the face, and they'd all grabbed onto it with both hands, eager to see what they could discover about the red planet together.

But even the most intellectual of minds needed physical stimulation. Not like they could go for a decent run with the base being it's size, and there wasn't much else to do beyond… well, help each other out. That it relieved stress and kept them all from going insane was just an added bonus. And whenever they ended up having a fight or disagreement well… take it from Matt, the hate sex followed by makeup sex was downright amazing.

So yeah, maybe it wasn't the best situation. Maybe it wasn't where any of them expected to be right now. But they were making the most of it. And as Matt fucks Kimmy into the floor and feels Anya come up behind him and wrap him in a hug from behind, pushing her tits against his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear in that sexy fucking accent of hers, he grins.

Shit could be a lot worse. Might as well make the most of what they had going for them.