01: Monday, July 6, 2043, 1400 hours CST: Colleen

Zachary Carson looked at the final crew roster in some confusion. He had been chosen for the first colony mission to Mars, and his other eleven crewmates were all women. He turned to the analysis page of the report to figure out how that could have happened, since the initial pool of astronauts from all member countries had consisted of 52 men and 48 women, and the first cut left a remaining 42 candidates that had consisted of 24 men and 18 women.

Zach was a handsome, nice, and enthusiastic man, but so were most astronauts. He thought of his looks as somewhat apple pie all-American, with blond hair and grayish blue eyes. At 6'1" tall, he was quite tall for an astronaut. At 35, he was on the old side for an astronaut, but his expertise would be critical if some disease cropped up that nobody had ever seen once they landed on Mars. His specialty was in subtle forms of radiation poisoning, the leading danger faced by humans in their bid to settle the red planet. Mars had no magnetic field, so it was far more subject to cosmic rays at its surface than Earth was.

The story the analysis page told was this. Their crew would be the first founders of the Mars colony: Mars Colony Mission One. Everybody who wasn't overly risk-averse wanted to be on this crew. As such, an abundance of talent was collected in the original 100. Given the candidates were chosen from the best Earth had to offer, the selection factors were all equal until the process got way down the list of desirable attributes to the interesting minor factor of faster population growth. All other more relevant factors being equally handled, the ability to personally pop out a baby rose in importance. Thus, eleven super-qualified women and one super-qualified man had been selected.

Zach was overjoyed that he had been included as one of the twelve. He thought he'd had a good chance, being the most experienced and accomplished doctor among the candidates. Still, he was shocked there would be no other men, at least not for the first two years. Romantic and sexual relationships were important to people. He was worried about a lot of tension among his crewmates. He was hopeful, especially given the odds, that one out of the eleven would be interested in a long term relationship with him. He could even be non-monogamous if a responsible opportunity to do so arose, but now he was just having a nasty fantasy. Women were not generally interested in sharing.

The thoughtful blond doctor hoped the other ten would not somehow take their frustration out on him. Hell hath no fury, and all that. He feared the unknown of how it all was going to work. He expected that as the mission plan intended, his crewmates, perhaps all eleven, would choose artificial insemination once they reached the red planet and settled down. Per this plan, they were bringing a wide variety of carefully shielded genetic material, mostly sperm, but also some eggs. It was the year 2043 after all, not the dark ages. Artificial insemination was almost as reliable as the real thing these days.

This would get weird, Zach feared. He had been looking forward to getting to know and date the female contingent of his crewmates in his imagined mixed community of approximately six and six. Now what? He didn't want any hurt feelings among the crew for any of the myriad sources of friction this could become. He decided to talk to Colonel Colleen Bruno, their mission commander, about it.

Colonel Bruno ushered him into her office. "I knew you'd show up soon," she said, and smiled. Colonel Bruno was eight inches shorter at 5'5" and a decade younger than Zach at age 23. Like the handsome doctor, she had blonde hair and blue eyes, though her blonde hair was straight and cut short, and her eyes were a deeper blue. She tilted her head slightly down at him today and had a mischievous look in her eyes, as if she were seeing him in a whole new light. Even so, she had a compelling, decisive presence that brooked no defiance. She had been a prodigy who graduated university at the age of 14 and was flying fighter jets by the time she was 18 years old. She had become a major at age 20, and now, she was an Air Force Colonel that had been chosen to command Mars Colony Mission One with everyone's utter confidence. That was how good she was.

Colonel Bruno continued, "As you can imagine, three of our newly selected crewmates have already been to see me this morning. I expect to see the last crewmate who's on base, Ayana, before the end of the day, though I haven't heard from her yet."

Zach interjected, "If you don't, you should seek her out. She may be especially uncomfortable since we're such close colleagues. I know I am. I don't want my friendships disrupted by this unprecedented situation."

"Listen to me, Zach," Colonel Bruno, Colleen, confided, coming around her desk and standing over him, maybe a head taller than the much taller doctor, seated as he was. Unbidden, he noticed that the Colonel's very scrumptious tits he had professionally ignored since he had known her were now exactly at mouth height. He quickly looked up into her face. She was giving him that mischevious look. It was disconcerting. She had gone from friendly and understanding but businesslike in every encounter he'd ever had with her to this "fuck me" look now. There was nothing inappropriate about the look. He was going crazy. That must be it.

The young, radiant Colonel reached out and touched Zach on the arm. "You are a sweet man, a caring man. That's one of the qualities that makes you such a great doctor. If you don't mind me saying, you're the only man I've met where I've remarked to myself, 'That man should be a father,' on several occasions. I'm happy with our crew selection, including you." Colleen was smiling radiantly and almost blushing, Zach saw. He knew this was a fairly standard pep talk from his commanding officer other then the unusual subject, and that look of hers, jeez. It was making his dick swell in his pants. Already this was being a little awkward for both of them. She was avoiding the important subject.

Colleen continued. "I've discussed it one-on-one with three of our crewmates, and it's a universal sentiment so far, and I expect it to continue to be."

"That's flattering, of course," Zach remarked with attempted cool. "I'm still concerned about our entire crew with potentially so many unhappy circumstances. The situation is far from ideal."

Colleen continued, "All you need be concerned with, aside from your medical duties, is this: our crew and our new community will be happy and satisfied if you do everything in your power to assist our crewmates in fulfilling their intentions to create and nurture mentally and physically healthy families on our new home planet. Our crew, including you, is smart, capable, ambitious, and professional. Let me manage any jealousy or unhappiness that might arise among us."

Zach thought a moment. What was Colleen, pardon, Colonel Bruno, trying to suggest? "I'm quite confident we have the means to artificially inseminate everyone, multiple times if desired, once we reach Mars."

"Don't worry," Colleen chuckled, her eyes twinkling, "I'm confident of both your and Ayana's medical skills. But may I be candid?"

"Certainly," Zach allowed. Colleen leaned even closer, a cat lining up on a mouse. Was he imagining this? She smelled wonderful.

"For the four of us who have discussed it so far, and I expect for a balance of our crewmates, we'd rather have your babies, Zach, if it's possible. We want our children to have a father, a real biological father, on their home planet. That has to be you. Believe me, most of us feel just as shy about that conclusion as you probably are." Colleen didn't look shy. "We're shy, and happy it's you, and happy that we can make plans for the future in earnest. At least I hope we can." Now she was really blushing.

Zach was a bit taken aback, but he was absolutely not going to read one iota more than was absolutely necessary into this. He replied, "I'd be happy to raise children with any of you, with all of you, of course. It takes a village, as they say, and I've always wanted to be a father, biological or otherwise. I'm probably misunderstanding you, forgive me, did you have something more in mind than the obvious co-parenting? You said you four want them to be biologically mine? Well, I suppose I could donate..."

Colleen interrupted him, "No, Zach, yours, naturally yours. Yours in the old-fashioned way. Yours. It's the relationship that matters in parenting, not the DNA. Look," the stunning Colonel sighed, suddenly looking her usual determined self at him. "Are you really up for this? I have to have every confidence that our mission has the very highest chance of success, I'm sure you understand."

"I assure you, Colonel, I can get used to the idea, of... ah... the natural way as you say. With some of you. No wait, I mean with as many of you that I suppose would prefer to do something like that. I assure you. I'm a man after all, hah! It shouldn't be hard work. I just need to get my head around it, get it real for myself, meet everyone, I guess."

Colleen stepped around him and locked her office door. "That's not good enough."

Zach's eyes widened a little. "All right... What assurances did you have in mind?"

The scrumptous young woman then sat on the front of her desk right in front of him, her deep blue eyes burning into him with that "fuck me" look for a moment, her feet dangling, and then she looked down and started removing her flats and socks. "Make love to me, if you don't mind," she said casually, not looking up. "Based on what I can see of your personal history, I'm satisfied that you're sexually attracted to a fairly wide variety of women. I trust there's nothing about me personally you find sexually distasteful?"

"No, absolutely nothing ma'am," Zach squeaked, and cleared his throat. Colleen was a lovely woman who was also his commanding officer. All he'd wanted up to this moment was for her to be his commanding officer, because a man shouldn't wish for what he couldn't and shouldn't have. Of course he'd fantasized about having her, but it had always been a complete fantasy up until this very moment.

She was of course professionally off limits due to her being his superior officer, but beyond that, she was a decade younger, among the smartest people in the world, quite a stunner, and had never shown the least glimmer of romantic or sexual interest in him. Of course she hadn't, though. She was an Air Force Colonel with immense self-discipline, and he was her subordinate. Even if she had been infatuated with him this whole time, he knew he would have never suspected. Plus, he was not the best person in the world at picking up on subtle romantic or sexual cues, especially if they were coming from unlikely people. Women who wanted him generally had to metaphorically club him over the head and drag him away to their lairs. Luckily for Zach, there had always been a surplus of those. Saying "no" to a woman who wanted him was a big problem for the incurably romantic doctor.

His concerns evaporated as he was yanked into the present moment. He felt his dick helplessly harden as he sat transfixed watching this beautiful, fit young woman undress, now removing her blouse and pants and neatly folding them. Colleen had very standard white cotton underwear on. That was reassuring. This day had left them both a bit unprepared, it seemed.

"Isn't there a regulation against this?" he managed to utter. What was he thinking? Was he trying to stop her?

"There is," Colleen admitted, "until we leave Earth, at least, and then I'm solely in charge of the mission, and I will waive the regulation. Will you keep a secret until then? If you won't, I don't want to command this mission."

Zach quietly and adamantly nodded yes. He might sometimes be clueless, but he was not a complete fucking moron.

Colleen continued, "My problem is, I want a baby in my uterus for at least 18 weeks before launch. I have about a month remaining to accomplish that." What his brilliant senior officer was referring to was the fact that the most radiation-soaked portion of their mission would be the voyage to Mars itself, and the most radiation danger to fetuses was in the first 18 weeks of gestation. Once they were on the planet's surface, sufficient radiation shielding was not too heavy anymore, and fetuses were out of danger. That's why the mission plan called for them all to wait until then. And God forbid there was a solar flare during their six-month trip to Mars. If there was, there were "safe rooms" in their interplanetary vehicle that would shield them somewhat from the radiation burst, but not really.

When Zach's mind returned from considering the radiation danger the voyage posed to fetuses, he noticed that Colleen was sitting naked on her desk in front of him with an amused look on her face. She knew he was flustered. He imagined the look was intended to calm him. His eyes were drawn inexorably away from her face though, and she was shaved bare, no stubble, very put together. Without her uniform, she looked like a college athlete baring herself to him. With that grin, she looked like a young hellion. She pressed her intercom and said, "Marion, hold my calls."

The transfixed doctor identified her thin inner labia just peeking out from her crack between her naturally seated but uncrossed legs. He got hold of himself and stopped staring at her crack, made it up to her two perfect breasts, nice dark pink nipples, and then dragged his eyes up to examine her stunning face. She continued to explain, "I suppose I could get a regulation-approved man to knock me up, but then my poor little guy or gal would grow up with only one parent."

"I understand and sympathize with your predicament," Zach offered shakily, still feeling awkward and embarrassed as he was failing not to stare. His mind raced. Was there a downside to this, one worse than the upside, which was having this stunning young woman accept him as a what? Lover? Inseminator? Father of her child? Did he really seriously care which as long as he got a chance to be closer to her, even for a short while?

"That doesn't answer my real question," Colleen pressed, spreading her legs a little and spreading her dainty inner labia with two fingers of one hand to reveal the moist dark pink blush of the inside of her inner lips and her impossibly tight-looking hole to emphasize her point.

In response, Zach stood up and began to undress. "Yes, wow, yes, I get your logic. Wait, I meant yes, absolutely I'm very attracted to you, and I'll make love to you. Is this really what you want?" The incurable romantic in him was flustered, bypassed, to say the least.

"This is a real commitment on my part, Zach. This is not make believe. I don't give my pussy to just anybody. And here it fucking is. I'm fucking dripping wet for you, Lieutenant." She emphasized this by holding up a wet finger, giving him that mischievous look, then slowly and wetly licking it clean.

"Well okay, message received." Zach finished undressing and folding his clothes neatly as Colleen had. He approached the bare young woman gently, as if he might still scare her away, or if this whole episode could be a delusion. As he approached, she scooted her butt towards the edge of the desk expectantly. He scooted his chair up to between her legs, sat down in it, and held Colleen's legs, his mouth between them. "Do you mind if I...?" he asked.

"Certainly not, go ahead," Colleen quietly allowed in such a formal yet informal way. This was all playing with Zach's mind. He parted her lips gently with his fingers. Her obviously lubricious state was very reassuring. Her scent was acidic, healthy vitamins, and fresh with youth. The pragmatic physician knew that his determined commander was not above taking one for the team, and it would have been hard for him to make love to her, even at her specific request, had he felt as if she wasn't that interested. But clearly, she was switched on by this exchange so far, perhaps as much as he himself was. He hoped her interest was more than the thrill of doing something illicit with a subordinate in her office. Whatever it was, he was going for it.

Zach ventured a tongue along the inner lips of his commanding officer and elicited a groan from her. Colleen tasted just as healthy as she smelled. She tasted like every drop of tangy wet he teased from her would add a year to his lifespan. He gently and lovingly explored her vulva and clit with his tongue and lips. Oh brave new world, that holds such pleasure in it. She leaned back and breathed, "I'm ready for you already, you know."

"Does that mean you want me to hurry up and start the main event?" Zach asked between kisses.

"No, this is great!" Colleen enthused, "I'm just worried you'll get soft."

"Not a chance," Zach assured her, and continued his passionate teasing and sucking.

Zach felt Colleen's thigh muscles tighten as he worked. "Don't stop," she breathed, followed by a louder whimper, "Don't stop!" Now her hips were trembling. He tasted the fresh new tangy wet trickling out of the ravishing young beauty's vulva. "Oh!" she cried out suddenly, and then held her breath as her hips pumped reflexively and orgasmically back and forth, back and forth several times. He followed her bucking with his mouth and returned to tonguing and kissing her gently after her hips slowly relaxed.

After another minute, beginning to vibrate, Colleen implored, "Please, I want you inside me, please?" Zach stood up and approached. She got a good look at his rather large cock near her relatively tiny but slick vulva and warned, "Go slow..."

Zach was not that big, not so big as it had ever been a real problem for any woman he'd ever made love to, but big enough that it sometimes needed some finesse before his partner could accommodate him completely comfortably. Hesitant at her entrance, he confirmed, "I take it you want me to enter you bareback." This was a rare first encounter. It just felt weird, surreal.

"Yes, please," Colleen replied, looking off to the side with a bit of shyness. Then she gathered herself, looked Zach in the eyes with that smile and look, and said something a woman had never said to him before. "Yes, and please cum deep in me. Impregnate me please."

Colleen set her heels on the desk, her legs spread wide, as Zach wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, positioned his cock in her entrance, and started to slowly rock into her. "May I kiss you?" he breathed.

"Please," Colleen replied. Zach wiped his mouth a bit more, and she assured him, "I don't mind my own taste." Then he kissed downwards as she bent her lips up to meet his tongue, and at the same moment he pushed his straining hard penis into her slick tight vaginal entrance, rocking back and forth, she holding her legs wide apart using the pressure of her heels on the desk and her limberness. Somehow the kissing made it easier. Then it was just sensation, a lovely young woman wanting him to ravage her, an exquisite treat, awkwardness banished and obliterated by the lustiness of her kiss and tongue in his mouth and the incredible feel of her tiny hole forced open slickly, clipping tightly around his cock as he pressed and slid lovingly and firmly into her over and over.

Zach was pushing in and out of Colleen in bigger strokes now, stopped gently by the back of her vagina and not yet entirely sunk to the hilt. It felt heavenly. He felt her enjoyment with their continued kissing. She was vibrating with tension, almost shaking. He felt her tightness writhe around his thrusting cock, milking him hard. He was not going to last long at this rate. He hoped he could hold out until she had another orgasm. He could go anytime now. He slowed down a bit.
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