Founders Ch. 89

89: Monday, Mithuna 15, 232. 1200 hours OST: Mission Two Landing

They'd received the note from Berte only two days before Colby was due to depart. Zach was a wreck. And now Colby's departure cut that much deeper. He was relieved temporarily from childcare duty. Anming, Colleen, and Khushi stayed with him constantly. Often, they all went to the semiconductor fab with Khushi, since that project really could not wait. Ayana was sympathetic to Zach's loss. She didn't begrudge Khushi's extra absences.

Colby had to leave. She left to do necessary and expected business on Earth. Mateo left to be the pilot he was born to be, starting with Colby's ride back to Earth. They would be gone every two years for a long time. Then there was Colleen. She would switch with Colby in two years to go be the pilot she was born to be.

Zach had no illusions about fathering any more children with either of those women. Colby and Colleen were trying to be gentle with him, but c'mon. They both knew he would raise any child of theirs no matter who the father was. And they were scientists. They would choose genetic diversity when it came down to it. So easy to choose it, being away from Zach for two years at a time. Family cohesion was handled as long as they wanted it to be. Where they got their semen must entirely be their own business.

As he watched Colby and Mateo disappear into orbit, he had no doubt who would father Colby's next child. The jets of flame for him evoked jets of Mateo's semen shooting up into Colby's welcoming twat. The jets might already be happening. Those excursion vehicles practically flew themselves. The pilots were there for emergencies only. And what could be more of an emergency than the first wet consummation of a long, intimate voyage? It would be just the two of them together for six months with nothing to do but fuck.

He realized he shouldn't be bitter. He'd had his time with the petite ebony goddess. Now it was Mateo's turn to provide the loving and the genes. He drew some comfort from the thought that Mateo in his turn would no doubt be cast aside. He hoped for Colby's sake that donor number three would be a business type. She needed someone she could talk stocks, balance sheets, and cap tables with. Doctors and astronauts were shit at that.

He knew some employees of their corporation were coming tomorrow, Becky Baines being one of these. He knew there would be a crew of twelve astronauts assembled by NASA. This was effectively Mars Colony Mission Two, but they were employees of the corporation now. Some tourists were supposed to be showing up. The crew for the other interplanetary vessel was arriving, also NASA astronauts. A bunch of prospectors, miners, and geologists were arriving. Some were employees, some not.

The next morning, four excursion vehicles landed with eight passengers apiece. Zach was there by himself to greet them. Colleen was the planetary governor. Khushi was their last remaining engineer. Anming was overwhelmed caring for the kids, including Berte's. His wives had important stuff to do. It was probably quite a relief to them to get away from his bottomless grief.

Colleen was busy, and had delegated the task of greeting the new arriving colonists to him. It was time for him to suck it up and slap on his professional smile. His heartbreak shouldn't be anybody else's problem.

The first biped to come down the pressure corridor was a woman with great big tits. Her flight suit barely restrained them. She was a brunette with long straight hair. She had a light complexion, and as she drew near, he saw mesmerizing emerald eyes. Upon seeing him, she burst into a smile like they were old friends. "Doctor Zachary Carson, I presume." He couldn't place the accent.

"At your service," he said. It seemed natural to reach for her hand, to kiss it. "And you are?"

"Doctor Noa Mizrahi," she said. She looked at him gravely. "I'm sorry for your loss, for Berte. I'm a psychiatrist, therapist, and counselor. And I'm at your service."

"That name is familiar," he said. "Not from NASA."

"Yes, bestselling author. Internet celebrity. Sex therapist. No, not NASA. Alexis hired me."

"Alexis?"

"Yes," she smiled shyly. "I'm to be the Breeding Bitches Saloon's first whore."

Zach hardly missed a beat. "Then I will call you Dulcinea."

"Oh my, Becky was right," she said. "You are a charmer." She took both his hands between her small hands and gazed deeply into his eyes. How was it that women seemed able to know everything about him?

"I'm messing with you a little," she continued. "It's hard to summarize my position in a word. Perhaps 'courtesan,' but that's pretentious. No, I prefer 'whore.' Especially if you will call me Dulcinea." She slid one arm around his waist and hugged him close. Her breasts rubbed deliciously on his side. "Will you escort me to the saloon, my gallant knight?"

"I will in just a moment. I'm waiting for someone."

"Does she have everyone wrapped around her little finger?"

What had Becky been up to? "That's not her style. Unless..."

"Is she now, by proud proclamation, two years and one month old?"

"You've met Giselle."

"See for yourself."

A small tot marched toward them down the pressure corridor. She held a toy in her hand, a small plastic animal. She stopped in front of him and peered up at him with golden eyes. Her coloring was halfway between his and Becky's, very light brown skin, light brown hair. She opened her mouth, then clapped it shut and rushed to hug herself against Noa tightly.

Noa stroked her hair. "He is very nice, my angel. Already, I'm completely charmed."

The tot glared up at the big breasted psychiatrist and addressed her sternly. "I see you already have him. Because we are the dearest of friends, Auntie Noa, you may share him with my mother. For sharing. Sometimes. If you are very polite."

Noa laughed nervously, let go of Zach, and lifted the tot into her arms. "If you are arranging your father's social life, don't you think you ought to at least say hello to him?"

Clutching herself tightly to Noa, Giselle looked over and said, "Hullo," defiantly.

"Hello. I'm charmed," said Zach softly. Giselle reminded him a bit of Gaia, or a lighter skinned Mina. So talkative, though, and all over language, just like her mom. Berte would like-

Grief caught in his throat. He coughed and reclaimed himself.

Giselle said, "I must record messages to all my friends back on Earth and tell them I've arrived safely." She flew her plastic horse between the two adults. Back and forth. Back and forth.

"Do you want to give your father a hug?" asked Noa.

Giselle shook her head.

"I see you've met my empress of the universe," said Becky Baines from behind them.

Zach whirled. She looked uncertain, and young enough to be in high school in that flight suit of hers. She was loaded up with two big soft bags. Gently, he gathered her up in his arms, bags and all, and kissed her deeply. She dropped the bags and hugged and kissed him back.

When they finally came up for air, Becky said, "I never thought I'd see you again. Could it be this easy?"

"Yes," said Zach.

"Looks like it to me," said Noa.

"You carry mommy," said Giselle, addressing Zach. "And you carry me," she told Noa.

In this way, they set out for the Breeding Bitches Saloon and day care.

The day care part of the Breeding Bitches Saloon expanded on a daily basis. In one fenced-in area, a maelstrom of two-year-olds were running around and playing with toys. Colleen had Anna, Berte's two year old daughter, sitting in her lap.

His grief over Berte crushed him. For now they had told the kids their mother was away on her trip. A far more serious conversation was looming. The thought of it destroyed him.

Along with Anna in Colleen's lap was Mina, Colby's daughter. Ayana was elsewhere settling some dispute between two tots over a toy.

The other fenced in area held the younger generation. Ages among these seven babies ranged from six to nine months. Anming and Michaela presided over this younger lot. The oldest, Jan, Berte's baby, was crawling.

The boy would never know his mother. How could Zach ever be enough?

Noa said, "I'm in love." She carried Giselle through the gate into the toddler section and set her down. Giselle clutched Noa's leg and looked gravely at the other children.

"I want to show you your bedroom," said Zach to Becky.

"Sweetheart," Becky said to Giselle. "Do you want to stay here with Auntie Noa and play or come with mommy?"

"Mommy," said the tot immediately, and held out her arms.

There were four bedrooms adjoining the central common area of Trigonometry. One was occupied by Zach, one by Anming, and one by Colleen. Khushi lived with Ayana. Zach showed Becky and Giselle into the fourth bedroom.

It had been Berte's bedroom. Berte's things were now in storage. Zach swallowed and continued living.

Becky peeled off her flight suit. "Both crews want to meet you, Zach. If it's too much, I understand. You've just lost Berte. Her voyage has been all over the news the past two days. Everyone knows you were close. Everyone will understand. You don't need to entertain me or anybody. Just be with your grief, first and foremost."

"Mommy, he can see your naked bits!"

"Never fear, sweetie. He's seen them before. That's how I got you."

Indeed, Zach saw Becky's pert brown breasts and dark nipples, perfectly poised in the Martian gravity. Her mons was neatly shaved. The crotch of her panties was moist with anticipation, and stuck to her. His penis swelled in response to the sight.

Giselle spun to address him. "Get out anyway. Mommy is dressing." She pushed him out the door. He didn't resist.

Becky strode naked past them, covering her breasts. "Mommy needs to shower before the party." She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked. He had never wanted more to shuck his clothes and climb in with her. With Giselle present, though, it wouldn't be right.

Giselle's duty as guardian of her mother's nakedness was discharged. She wandered into the bedroom to rifle through the luggage.

Zach raised his voice from the hall. "They deserve to be greeted. This is their big day. And Berte..." The name caught him. He breathed and continued, "She's not dead, only postponed, and that's something. It's actually kind of fun that she'll get to meet my great grandchildren. And her own as well." He thought it was better than her being fully dead at least.

He pushed into the bathroom and addressed her hazy form through the fog. It was his fault. He said, "I should have gone with her, into the future. The kids and I should have gone with her."

"You had no way of knowing, and no, you shouldn't have, Zach. You have more than a dozen other kids here who need a father."

"Mommy needs you to stay," said Giselle from the bathroom doorway. "They all need you to stay. They wouldn't shut up about it."

"What Giselle is talking about is that there might be a rescue mission mounted in a few years. It would be as soon as they can make more of these drives," Becky said. "At least that's what was conjectured on the news."

"That's a good thing," said Zach.

They left Trigonometry to return to the Breeding Bitches Saloon. Everyone was there to greet the newcomers. Becky lit up the room in her business hentai skirt, subtle but effective makeup, and heels. All the founders and a few of the other new women had also dressed for the party. Most of the women and all the men who had landed still wore their flight suits.

Upon entering the saloon, Zach and Becky ran into a beautiful brunette talking animatedly with a slight, nerdy Indian woman. Both young women looked barely old enough for grad school. The brunette had a shirt, red slinky dress on and was carefully made up. She had a lovely face and some sizable titties, rivaling only Noa's in size. Her dark hair and eyes contrasted greatly with her perfect skin, pale as ivory. The bespectacled young Indian woman had some luscious C-sized titties for her size and shape.

All women's tits looked so glorious on Mars. It was a blessing. Eyes up, Zach.

"Zach," said Becky, gesturing toward the brunette in the luscious red dress. "This is Martha." Pointing to the slight bespectacled Indian woman, Becky said, "And this is Adah." Becky turned to Martha and said, "You see, he is real. And like I promised, here he is, talking to you."

Martha didn't miss a beat. "You look like you need this," she said, pressing her drink into his hand. It was an ice cold cannabis vodka, about half finished. Her lipstick was on the rim. "Let's go get me a replacement." She grabbed his hand and led him towards the bar, leaving the other women behind.

Alexis was tending the bar. "Ha ha," she said. "I might have known. Zach starts his evening by escorting around the biggest cans on Mars. Nnhh!" This pronouncement appeared to give Alexis great pleasure.

"Alexis, isn't it?" asked Martha amiably. "Another cannabis vodka, if you please. As you can see, Zach has taken mine. I hope he doesn't stop at that."

Alexis had a bunch of the drinks already set up. She slid one out to Martha, exclaiming, "Aah!" and gritting her teeth. With an intensely horny stare at Martha's chest she requested, "Show me your titties!"

"I beg your pardon?" said Martha.

"For the drink! The first drink was free, but now, flash your tits! It's an age-old custom," Alexis assured her. She closed her eyes and groaned in obvious orgasm. She put her head down and pounded her fist on the bar several times.

"Just to you?" Martha smirked.

"Zach, can you come around the bar? And also, allow me to introduce you to my bartending assistant Jason." The mature black miner appeared sheepishly from under the bar. He sported his killer smile. He must have wiped his mouth, thought Zach.

"Oh, hello," said Martha, turning on her brilliant smile and taking Jason's hand over the bar. "I was beginning to think this woman had a screw loose."

"No, my screws are all very tight," Alexis enthused.

"Are you under there all the time?"

"I wish," grinned Jason. "Normally, I work for our illustrious mayor in another capacity. I prospect for minerals."

"For being an assistant bartender, I pay him entirely in titty flashes," said Alexis. "And I want to reward his extraordinary level of service. So?"

By this time, Zach joined Alexis and Jason behind the bar.

Martha carefully took the spaghetti straps of her red dress off her shoulders. From there, she folded down the front to unleash her sweet knockers. They bounced out in the low Martian gravity, looking massive, melon-shaped, with prominent, suckable nipples. Her areolae were light tan against the pale skin of her breasts. They were stiff with either cold or excitement, probably both. Zach, Alexis, and Jason gaped. The partiers nearby couldn't help but glance over.

"Woo! May I feel?" begged Alexis.

"No, but Zach can." Martha smiled and pointed her breasts at him encouragingly.

"Well, don't keep the lady waiting!" Alexis said.

How did he get roped into these things? In for a penny, in for a pound. He reached out and gently stroked and teased her nipples. He grabbed her nipples firmly with his fingers. Gently, he dialed them back and forth like combination locks to Martha's heart: back and forth, back and forth. Based on her expression, he was getting closer to the correct numbers. She laid her tits down on the bar and closed her eyes, enjoying the attention thoroughly. When she opened her eyes to look at him again, he stopped.

With a smile, she somehow recaptured her bazookas with the top of her dress. Her iron hard nipples raked the front of it. She put her spaghetti straps up on her shoulders. Presentable? Her nips were so hard that her areolae were standing out against the tight red dress. He didn't know about presentable, but she looked great to him! Certainly the life of the party.

"Be sure to drop by for more drinks," said Jason, entranced.

"Get back to work," Alexis ordered, grabbing his hair and pushing him down under the bar.

Zach rejoined Martha on the customer side of the bar. When he arrived, she grabbed him and whispered hotly into his ear. "Now you'll have to finish what you started, mister!"

What an enterprising woman Martha was, thought Zach. Now it would seem not just rude but cruel to refuse her.

As Martha turned around, he saw several nearby men, Ethan and Aiden among them, rake her chest with their eyes. He leaned on the bar and took a moment to look around the crowded room. It was filled with strange and familiar faces both. It bustled with raucous conversation, laughing, and the displaying of tots and babies.

His eyes were wrenched to an unbelievably gorgeous redhead talking to Colleen. She was of similar height and youth. She made the truly beautiful Colleen look plain. Her hair was a flame of deep coppery red. Her eyes widened, and she laughed at something Colleen said. She had some generous knockers on her, too. This appeared to be a generally well-endowed group of young women!

"I know, she's beautiful, isn't she?" Martha whispered. "That's Stacy. She's my fellow botanist, my colleague. And before you ask, yes, I'm certain that's her natural hair color. I watched her shave her mound. Wouldn't you?"

He thought he saw Berte out of the corner of his eye. His heart leapt for a moment, but it was nothing.

Then he saw this girl, stuffed into a corner, talking to a tall, quite handsome man. She was so entrancing it was like true love as soon as his eyes fell on her. Her hair was a light, almost silvery blonde. She was medium height, with a generous figure. So delicate!

"I might have known she'd catch your eye," said Martha. "Heck, I am very cis, and I'd do her! That's Sierra, the mission commander from the other vessel. I don't know her. I understand she's exclusive with Dallas, that mouth-watering hunk she's talking to. What a handsome couple! Perhaps the four of us could swing."

"You have things all planned out for me, don't you?" Zach said.

Martha studied him. "Don't worry, I know what you folks get up to here, and I'm okay with it. There are two paid cable TV shows about you back on Earth. Very racy!"

"And entirely conjecture," said Zach.

"Never fear, I'm not the grasping type, Zach," she smiled at him and stroked the back of his neck with one hand. "Finish your drink. If you promise not to neglect me, we can pick up Stacy on our way out the door."

In that moment, nothing sounded better than to bury his face between Martha's massive tits, fuck her brains out and forget the universe. Or maybe Stacy could ride his face while Martha took care of his nether regions. Then they could switch. A word would do it.

Forgetting the universe: that's what he really wanted. It was all optimism, though. Even he could see it right in front of him. Martha's straining knockers, now freed of the crushing gravity of Earth, would tempt mortal men to sell their souls. He was not a man, though, but a basket case. He would probably break down in tears at some point. He might mutter Berte's name under his breath. Nice hopeful women shouldn't be subjected to such things their first night on Mars. Even though they would probably understand and blah, blah, blah, that would only make it worse.

His wives equally should not suffer him. They had their own sharp suffering over Berte to confront. No, there was only one real ethical thing to do. He must hire Noa the whore and pay her extra hazard pay to deal with his broken, blubbering self. That was the only ethical thing.

"Zach? Did your brain lock up before you could answer me? Well, this ought to revive you." Martha put her fingers under his nose, and he smelled mangoes, excitement, and athletic sex. He smelled legs spread wide and screams of intense passion. She had put her hand down into her panties and come up with a fragrant dose of her own wetness. He almost fainted from the shock of it. His penis reflexively sprang to life.