Founders Ch. 52

As with last night, Zach took Colby like a piledriver. He was really getting her number, at least her number of the moment. She shrieked like a banshee over and over. She surely awakened the whole house. At the end, he overflowed her. He went in her again and churned the mess into a froth. She cursed and howled like murder. It was a very intense time. He was exhausted after. Gravity pinned him immobile to the sweat-and-cum-filled sheets for some time after. Colby remained in piledriver position afterwards hoping that this was the time.

They crawled out of the bed and met the day. Colby handed out breakfast in the kitchen. Zach led Anming, naked, on the leash. As he had ordered, she held her head high. She was still struggling with showing her body casually and unselfconsciously. A nude Colette stayed close to them, completely unselfconscious. The contrast especially gave him a nasty thrill whenever he ran his eyes over Anming's, breasts, muff, and delicate slit. They ate and chatted with the others.

Berte ran shrieking out of the bathroom. They all ran and collided with her in the hall. Speechless, she held up her positive pregnancy test for all to see. The household erupted in loud cheering. Colby called Alexis and Ayana. The party would be at Colby's house at 8 PM that evening.

They were all ecstatic. Khushi's pregnancy might have been a fluke, but Berte's pregnancy added a lot to the picture. It could still just be luck, but Zach was now an astonishing 2 for 3 on his first week of inseminations. Aanya still had several days to join the other two. It was infinitely more probable that he was prolific. Colby was beaming ear to ear and rubbing her tummy as though she were already carrying her child. "I have a good feeling about this morning," she grinned.

"You ought to," said Colleen. "You sounded like a pack of wolves attacking a room full of squeaky toys in there."

Berte announced, "If she's a girl, I'll name her Anna after my mother. If he's a boy, I'll name him Jan after my father. If they are gender queer, I will name them Janna after both my parents."

Anming was mortified to venture outside naked. She did her best to follow Colette's calm nudity. It was a short walk to the car. There were a few people at a distance on the street. They must have seen, but they did not stare. Zach was concerned about publicity, but could also see how good this was being for Anming, so he was torn. They would have to cut it out after the press conference. The news services would be all over them at random after that point.

There was a frat boy right there as Zach pulled up into Alexis's driveway. He saw the two women. One was nude and calm. The other was naked, cowering, and wild-eyed. The young man was looking casually at both women, trying to act cool.

Zach got out and opened the passenger door for Anming. His wishes were clear, and she climbed out and stood up. In doing so she further exposed her attributes to the young man standing right next to her. The young man asked Zach in as calm a voice as he could muster, "Dude, can I touch?"

Colette diffused the situation. She climbed out on the other side of the young man and stroked his stiffening erection through his jeans. "Do you have $20?" she asked. This proved enough of a distraction for Anming to make her escape into Alexis's house. Zach returned to check on Colette. She had the young man's penis in her throat. It was a good sturdy size. The young man was quivering, holding onto the cars with both arms, barely able to stand. As Zach approached, the young man made a sound like "Yawp!" Colette disgorged him to squirt excitedly and artistically into her mouth, on her chin and neck, and all over her breasts. The young man slumped to his knees. She bent over and mouthed his cock, sucking the last dregs of semen from it.

"You look like you've seen an angel," said Zach.

"Hnnn. Oh gosh," was all the young man could muster. Colette's showed her phone to Zach. Her insemination fund now stood at an even $600.

Zach and Colette strolled into Alexis's place. When they entered the bedroom, Alexis said, "I smell fresh cum!" The Breeding Bitches leapt up to lick the cum off Colette wherever they could find it. Zach ruled it a friendly greeting rather than anything that had to be paid for. Anming looked upon the scene with dismay.

They were full of questions for Colette about the young man whose semen they were ingesting. His name was Todd. He had only ever had one blowjob before this one, from his fiancee; there had been teeth. Zach expressed surprise Todd lasted as long as he did. Colette related that Todd had just enjoyed carnal pleasures with his fiancee several times in a row before happening upon this opportunity. The fiancee's ecstatically horny virginal scent had been all over him. The Breeding Bitches were green with envy.

Alexis announced that the Breeding Bitches would organize a gangbang for Colette. They would invite the young people of frat and sorority row and the dorms. All participants would wear masks once they were cleared to enter the fray. A student body card would be required to get in the door. This would weed out reporters. Phones would be checked at the door. One of those damping fields would prevent cameras and other recording devices from operating in the room. Colette would be the center of attention. The Breeding Bitches would fluff or have whatever other fun they wanted. Alexis would hire a local orgy security service she had used on several occasions. Zach announced to everybody that he would be leading a masked Anming around the event. He would be involving her in various voyeuristic and light petting activities, nothing hardcore. Alexis approved, remarking that Anming would surely be "one hot kitten in the sack" later that evening after participating.

At noon, it was time for Alexis's insemination. For fun, she bought some expert fluffing from Colette. Alexis was always ready to go, even with men as big as Zach. When they got down to it, she continued to buy oral from Colette. It had a very beneficial effect. Alexis had the longest and most powerful orgasm he had ever seen out of her. It lasted all during his ejaculation. Additionally, Colette rammed a finger onto Zach's prostate at the magic moment. He emptied fully and spectacularly into Alexis's womb. Even Anming agreed it was an interesting thing to witness. Colette earned $400 in the encounter for a total insemination fund of $1,000, enough to pay for her next insemination.

They all washed off together in Alexis's luxurious shower. They all dressed in their flight suits. It was press conference time. The Breeding Bitches, Alexis, Charisse, and Michaela, took one car. Zach drove Anming and Colette in his.

They were there an hour early. Zach received permission to call the women he'd been dating before the press conference. He wanted to break the news to them in private. The news of his relationship with Khushi and perhaps even her pregnancy would become public knowledge. Khushi also had one phone call to make. Zach had five phone calls to make. He always had problems saying no to women.

Zach didn't reach the first woman and left voicemail. "Olivia, it's Zach. Please call me back." He had been dating Olivia on and off for three months now. She was a banker he'd met online. She was a few years younger than him, and quite pretty. She was too excitable for Zach, but she was a lot of fun. He hadn't had the willpower to break up with her. All his girlfriends knew about the risk that he might be leaving for Mars. He was the most worried about how Olivia would react. Hopefully she would call him back before he had to walk on stage for the press conference.

Zach had been seeing Sidonie off and on for six years. Her two husbands, soon to be three husbands, didn't know about Zach. Sidonie was a housewife and semi-professional blogger. Her husbands made plenty of money. They were the same age, and she was beautiful, but also had some kind of animal magnetism that fascinated him. It wasn't just him. It affected most other men as well, apparently. They had met because she did a thing on radiation sickness years ago. "Hello?"

"Sidonie, it's Zach."

"Zach!" said Sidonie, "I was wondering when I was going to hear from you again! Every weekend like clockwork, and then bam, no return texts or messages. You'd better have a good explanation."

"I was picked for the first Mars colony mission sixteen days ago," Zach said. "There's been a news blackout. I'm sorry, Sidonie."

"I knew this would happen," said Sidonie. "You're the expert they can't do without. This is great news. I'm so happy for you. We had some wonderful years, Zach. I hoped it would last forever. You know, Zach, if you were guaranteed to stay on Earth, I would have left Liam and Noah for you. And Oliver. I'll miss you, Zach, really I will."

"Oh that's right! How is Oliver working out?" asked Zach.

"He hasn't moved in," reported Sidonie, "but it's in the planning stages."

"And how do you handle the sex? Is it one after the other boom, boom, boom? All at once? I have more than a passing interest in this subject, all of a sudden." confessed Zach.

"What are you getting into, Zach?" Sidonie asked.

"Watch the press conference, and you'll see," said Zach. "Will you ever tell them about me? Not about the leaving them part, of course, but about seeing me?"

"I've already let it drop that I once dated an astronaut," said Sidonie. "They've never been curious about it. I think it's very healthy that they have no interest in my past relationships."

"I bet they'd be interested if you mentioned you were currently spending Sunday afternoons with me again."

"You're awful," Sidonie said. "But that's not the point."

"I suppose not," said Zach.

"So, are you going to be a stranger now?" Sidonie asked.

"Do you want me not to be?" asked Zach.

"Zachary Carson, you are a literal fool," Sidonie said.

"Okay," said Zach. "I'll call you Saturday to talk about Sunday." They hung up.

Emma was a yoga teacher, very young, very hot. He had met her at a Bikram session and asked her out for coffee. They had hit it off. "Hello?"

"Emma, it's Zach. I'm sorry I haven't called."

"Zach! I'm happy to hear from you! I've been thinking that maybe you didn't want to go on another date," Emma said.

"It wasn't that. Do you remember I told you I might be picked for a mission?" Zach said.

"Oh no," Emma said, "Did you?"

"Yes," Zach said.

"When are you coming back?" asked Emma.

"I'm never coming back," said Zane.

"What?" Emma scoffed. "You're going to live on the moon?"

"No, remember? On Mars," Zach said.

"Are you blowing smoke up my ass?" said Emma. "That's not a thing."

"It is now," said Zach. "I'm one of the first twelve people. They're announcing it later today."

"Huh," said Emma, obviously still skeptical. "There was that magical day and night. After a week, I figured that was your way of saying goodbye. And that I was a fool. You touched my heart, Zach. Deep in my heart. I've never felt that way before. And then you disappeared without another word."

"I'm very sorry, Emma. I couldn't communicate. They would have shot me or something," explained Zach. "Thank you for our five dates. I had a wonderful time. It ended way too soon."

"Are you just going to disappear?" said Emma. "You know if this is some sort of thing with you, you can just tell me the truth."

"Honestly, I'm telling the truth. Watch the news," Zach said. "I'm leaving in December, on the thirteenth."

"You said it would be years!" Emma said angrily.

"I said it would PROBABLY be years," said Zach. "It's not like I've permanently left Earth before. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"You dirty dog," Emma growled. "I'll think about it. You can call me later."

Zach called Ava. "What? Zach? I thought you'd 'lost' my number." Ava and Zach had met through mutual friends. She was a nurse. Young. Very nice.

"What? No," Zach said. "I couldn't call you. NASA would have shot me or something. I've been picked for a mission. I'm leaving Earth permanently, like I told you I might."

"Honestly dear heart, you talked a good line, but I thought you were one of those one night stand people. But what a one night stand," she said. "You fucker. You FUCKER! Why did I have to start caring about you?"

"I thought I'd have years, Ava, honestly," said Zach. "If you want to get together for coffee and talk or anything, I'd be happy to."

"I'll think about it," replied Ava. "Goodbye, Zach."

Becky Barnes was probably the best corporate attorney in Houston. A dating service she had retained found him for her. She was a few years older than him, a knockout. They'd been seeing each other fairly regularly and seriously for over two years. "You went to space?" she said when she answered.

"Yes," said Zach. "And before that, they wouldn't let us call."

"So you're finally going," Becky said.

"Yes, December thirteenth," said Zach.

"But that's a long time from now," Becky said.

"Yes, twenty weeks or something," said Zach.

"So you'll see me," said Becky.

"Whatever you want," said Zach. "You know I can't resist you."

"Tonight," Becky said.

"I can't," said Zach. "There's an event. NASA only."

"Later tonight, then," said Becky.

"I can't," said Zach.

"So you've already hooked up?" Becky asked.

"Yes," said Zach.

"That's quick work," said Becky. "But I knew it would be. Lady-killer. Is she young?"

"Yes."

"Of course she is. And of course she's a knockout. And she's an astronaut, so she's in top physical shape. I bet she's dark, exotic, and from a foreign country. I bet she speaks a dozen languages and has massive knockers," said Becky.

"I don't know about the dozen languages," Said Zach sheepishly.

"I should have gotten that boob job," Becky said despondently.

"Please don't disfigure yourself," said Zach. "Your breasts are perfect. What's wrong is that you're not going to Mars. We could really use you up there. What the hell do we know about forming a legal system?"

"When can we meet, then?" Becky prompted.

"I'm really busy this week," said Zach.

"Sure, sure, when?" asked Becky.

"Let me look at my schedule," said Zach. "Whee-ooo. The twenty-ninth?"

"But that's a week from now, you bastard, you torturer," said Becky. "I've been around a long time. I demand seniority."

"It's important," said Zach. "Not that you aren't important," he hastily added. "It's work. Seriously."

"Very well," said Becky. "Noon. Until the morning of the thirtieth."

"Happily," said Zach.

"I'll have something to show you," said Becky.

"I hope," said Zach.

"I'm serious, Zach. And I'm going to wear you out," Becky said.

"I hope," said Zach. They hung up. So that was all five of the women Zach had been dating. It didn't go too badly. Of course they weren't happy about it. Neither was he, in a way.

There was polite applause as the crew filed out on stage and took their seats. Pete Frankel, NASA's press liaison, introduced them. "From left to right we have Doctor Charisse Roberts and Doctor Aanya Ghosh. They are botanists working to adapt plants to the Martian environment. Next are Nobel Prize Winning Cosmologist Doctor Anming Tang and her associate Doctor Michaela Petrova. They will be continuing their theoretical work on Mars as well as dealing with a host of planetological issues. These are our physicians and surgeons, Doctor Ayana Dean and Doctor Zach Carson. Doctor Carson is the world's leading expert on long-term radiation illnesses. In the middle is Colonel Colleen Bruno, a veteran astronaut and our mission commander. Everybody here is, I'm sure, aware of her heroism during the Prometheus 17 mission. Next we have Doctor Alexis Warren and Doctor Colette Alexandre, both renowned geologists. They will managing the gathering of raw materials for the colony. On the right we have our three engineers. Doctor Berte Kaufman is a renowned experimental physicist. She will be focused on the colony's energy systems. Doctor Khushi Gupta will be focused on the colony's manufacturing systems. Doctor Colby Lincoln is the codebase, control systems, and robotics expert."

There followed twenty minutes of pleasantries and thank yous from a number of high level NASA officials. There was a slickly produced video describing the basics of the crew's voyage to Mars. The Excursion Vehicle would contain the crew and their supplies. The Excursion Vehicle would be set atop the Launch Vehicle for the launch from Earth. They would launch for Mars on December thirteenth. The Launch Vehicle would deliver the Excursion Vehicle to orbit and return to Earth for reuse. The Excursion Vehicle would rendezvous and dock with the Interplanetary Vehicle. The Interplanetary Vehicle was a craft that continuously traveled between Earth and Mars. It passed close to Earth every 390 days, or about every year. It passed close to Mars every 780 days, or every other time it passed close to the Earth. The Earth to Mars trip took 195 days, or 28 weeks. The crew would live on the Interplanetary Vehicle during that time. When the Interplanetary Vehicle reached the vicinity of Mars, the crew would climb back into the Excursion Vehicle and undock. They would land on the surface of Mars using the Excursion Vehicle. That would be on the Earth date June 25, 2044, which was the Mars Darian calendar date of Taurus 9, 231.

The colony would land and live on the Amazonis Plain in the Shadow of Olympus Mons. It was the tallest planetary mountain in the solar system. There, automated machinery and preceding manned missions had built a large domed habitat for the first several hundred colonists. Domes would continue to be built as the population of Mars grew. This choice of colony location was made for two main reasons. The first reason was that a wide variety of minerals were available there. The other reason was that the view was spectacular. Tourism was projected to be the mainstay of the Martian economy in the early years.

Questions came from the assembled reporters. "Squee Hammond, DeDev Media. Who gave Doctor... uh... Charisse there two black eyes? Was there a fight? Was it Carson?"

Frankel said, "I believe that's covered in your press briefing. Doctor Roberts slipped and fell. Doctor Carson, who was on call at the time, was at her side within moments. There was no concussion. Getting used to Martian gravity is tricky. You don't stick to the floor as well when you only weigh 38% of what you're used to."

"Roberta Watkins, VPVN News. This crew has only one man and eleven women. How is that supposed to work? And a follow-up question. Is... uh... Doctor Carson the luckiest man in the history of space travel?" There was laughter.

Frankel replied, "We've sent the most qualified people for this mission, as we do with every mission. I assert your question is sexist. In the history of space travel, how many crews have been entirely made up of men? Or had only one woman? Did anybody ask whether she was the luckiest woman in the history of space travel? One moment. I'm being told that it has been asked. But you get my point. Either way, it's sexist. Allow me to fully answer your question. People are appropriately curious about how Mars will reach reasonable gender balance. Suffice it to say we confidently project that this will happen in less than a generation."

"Zinka Trelly, Wand Media. You didn't really answer Roberta's question at all. What are you hiding? Let's hear from the mission commander."

Colleen replied, "We're not hiding anything. We'll be too busy for the first few years for romance to be much of a priority for any of us. By then, there will be plenty of men. And to answer your second question, I'll refer that one to Doctor Carson."

Zach said, "Am I the happiest man in the history of space travel? Yes, yes I am. First of all, I really am very happy to be included in this mission. Second of all, I don't want to live with the consequences of answering no." There was laughter.