Voyage

by C. Paul Lockman

  I had thirteen explosive orgasms, each producing a shower of semen the size of three or four orgasms on Earth. There wasn't a single person in those three million who was not covered with something. Everyone came. There was even a scoreboard above the orchestra which was reading some unbelievable number approaching 25 million. This was the number of times the audience had come since the start of the symphony. Looking at the state of the audience, I believed it.

  Some people had simply passed out. This didn't stop one enterprising girl who was moving from one to the next, sucking them to hardness and sliding onto the semi-comatose guys to stimulate herself yet further. Twenty minutes in, I was covered in sweat, my own semen, and perhaps three or four other people's contributions which hit innocent bystanders. My balls were coated with pussy cream from eleven women. I had licked sixteen more. Plenty of guys had offered me their cocks, but I wasn't quite ready for that step. Besides, most of them had found a convenient place nearby to drill until they were happy.

  Falik was laid out, being double-penetrated by two guys, with a third in her mouth. A fourth was coming all over her, yet again. By some miracle, Annabelle from the ministry found me. There were streaks of semen in her hair and her skin was a river of the stuff, but that didn't stop her from kneeling up and begging for me to enter her. Warm, probing tonguings continued behind me as I slid into her pussy. A third girl straddled Annabelle and offered me her pussy, which I licked hungrily. Behind her, in a feat of athleticism, one of the nine-foot tall humanoids penetrated her ass. By the sudden, almost violent jolts he gave her, I guessed he was packing a cock commensurate with his enormous height. Glancing beneath her while I caught my breath, and giving her a short break from a long string of orgasms, I noticed that he had testes the size of tennis balls and was clearly not utilising his full length - a full ten inches remained outside Annabelle's lovely bottom most of the time. When he came, his balls flushed fluorescently and became slightly transparent, so that I could see the thick liquid jetting up pipes and connecters in his body, and then up his enlarged, enormous shaft. His large hands had gripped Annabelle's breasts as he climaxed, clamping her in place, while he filled her rectum with his seed.

  There was little point in laying down for a rest. As soon as I did, three women pounced on me and fucked me with such vigour that I came three times in a minute. I was sweating, and felt as though I must be approaching exhaustion. The symphony was reaching some kind of conclusion on stage, wind section blaring out a repeated, cycling melody in quarter-tones, some kind of alien hunting call or anthem, which the audience gradually took up in their own chorus. As massive drums began to beat in time, the dulcimers joined in, and the audience timed their last, cataclysmic, simultaneous orgasm with the final beat of the work. With a huge crash, three million beings climaxed, came, orgasmed, yelled, wailed, and howled. Then, finally, there was silence.

  The effect was extraordinary. A profound peace descended on the park. The only sound was the muted, exhausted panting of the participants. Falik had ended up next to me, with one guy collapsed on top of her, his sperm even now running down her thighs, and another guy had just finished in her mouth. She swallowed, and turned to me. Her face was flecked with semen and it looked like she'd tried to use it as some kind of therapeutic shampoo.

  "Are you OK?" she whispered. I nodded, a huge grin on my face. "It is time for the alignment. Our planets reach these positions only once in many centuries. Their planet will briefly eclipse their home star. It is a greatly spiritual moment for these beings." I nodded again and followed the raised stares of the multitude to the heavens.

  The city's lights had dimmed, as had the enormous lamps on the stage and in the auditorium, so that the night sky was revealed. I had never seen anything stranger. Massive, red planets framed the view - one with an impressive set of concentric rings which spanned many millions of miles from the planet's centre, and were almost coming apart at the edges, with thin white trails of material departing from their brethren, like spindrift from the peak of a great mountain. Of Takanli’s seven moons, three shone brilliantly and colourfully in different parts of the sky. The stars formed a carpet of brightness and colour behind this display, and before long I could see the alien system at the focus of this event, but only with the aid of a massive, square screen which emerged from the roof of the stage and acted as a giant magnifying glass. A huge, blue-green planet was edging closer to the yellow star, so much like my own sun that I became instantly homesick. But there was nothing familiar about the planet, which must have been covered in vegetation, or else have a thick, green atmosphere. As we watched, the planet occulted the star, which prompted a tumult of howls, air-horns, music, shouting and leaping around from all the participants. From utter silence, there was now utter bedlam.

  Falik jumped up and grabbed my arm. "It's going to get totally crazy around here, and the party will last all night. I've been asked to make sure you get some rest, in case it jeopardises the experiments we have planned for tomorrow. Can I tempt you away?"

  I nodded with a grin, and Falik led me quickly through the dancing throngs to the exit, and then quickly onto a waiting vehicle which was immediately rocketing skywards. The view of the park was unbelievable - lights, people, fireworks of a myriad colours, symbols flashing into the sky, alien languages projected onto the clouds with lasers, even projected onto the face of the neighbouring moons and planets.

  "What a view". We said it together, and laughed. She was still coated in god-knows-how-many kinds of sperm. One streak across her breasts had a slightly orange tinge.

  "Did you have a good time?" she asked, beginning to clean herself up with cloths pulled from her bag.

  "Yes, I most certainly did. I feel like a bit of a celebrity". She beamed at me.

  "I would love to have you inside me again, but we really must give your systems some rest." A flash of disappointment, which I'm sure she sensed. "Don't worry. There will be many other opportunities, and many other girls".

  I spent long moments gazing out at the city, resplendent now in a purple evening haze. I thought about the sunsets at home, like the ones in the national park near my home. The experience of being here, so well managed and structured until now, seemed to have broken through some barrier in my mind. Perhaps the intoxicant at the concert, or the dozens of orgasms, or my burgeoning feelings for Falik… my brain was overloaded. I had one question and it simply needed an answer.

  “Falik?” I said softly. She turned. “How long?”

  My facial expression must have told her everything she needed. She looked away, out of the window, for a few seconds. Then she turned back and looked me straight in the eye.

  “Forty years and three months.” A short pause. “It was a fast a journey as our technology could produce.”

  I stared out of the windows again. Tears came. Then pain.

  “I’m not sure I can deal with that”, I said, my voice tight.

  “You have not aged”, she said, trying to calm me. “Your body was in stasis, and the technologies we have here will ensure a long and healthy life…” she stopped, heartbroken at the sight as I sobbed behind my hands. “And there are ways…” she tried to go on, “ways we can get you back”.

  I held up my hand. “I think I just need to rest.”

  She was obviously saddened. “Yes. We are arriving now. I will see you tomorrow.”

  The vehicle landed on the roof of the hotel building where I had awoken this morning. It felt like a thousand years had passed in the course of this incredible day. I paused at the door for a moment, leaned in to gently kiss Falik, thanked the driver with my mind, and walked, a little unsteadily, into the hotel.

  I sat on the bed and tried to sort out my head. Everyone I knew was either very old or dead. My parents, for sure. Everything would have changed. Wales might not even exist… who knew? I got up and opened the curtains, taking in the night-time scene. A billion lights articulated towering structures. I could see the park where the orgy had taken place
– it looked like they were still partying, hours later – and the mile-high trees with their rows of lights. Above, spacecraft or aircraft, I couldn’t tell, were streaking across the sky. This place, this incredible, beautiful world, this… my second chance. My second life. I had to embrace it. The past was gone. Embrace it, embrace it…

  Chapter IX: Morning Lessons

  A wonderful, long stretch and I began my second day in Takanli. It had taken only a second to remember where I was, and why - yesterday's memories were still very fresh - and within a few minutes I was showered and ready for whatever these amazing people wanted to do.

  The city was alive with activity. Did they ever stop, I wondered? Come to think of it, did they ever sleep? None of the scientists had mentioned it. Perhaps they had conquered even that basic inconvenience and now had 24 hours of the day to work, play and proceed towards their manifest destiny. Well, at least I assumed it was 24 hours, but that was probably naive. Did the sun set? I had noticed the evening dimming, but then all the lights and lasers at the concert had turned evening into a bright, sunlit morning.

  I was pondering these questions when there was a soft knock at the door. "Aha, the Three Musketeers! Good morning!" It was Annabelle, Beatrice and Catherine, dressed in something tight and red, like catwomen among the stars.

  "Did you sleep well?" I nodded, and the three urged me back into the room. "We have arrived a little early, to see that your every need is catered for". Beatrice held aloft the metal sphere which had encouraged my nuts to such extraordinary feats yesterday. "We also wanted to ensure that there had been no ill effects after the concert last night. Are you OK, in every respect?"

  The three were grinning cheekily at the obvious pretence they had created. An inspection was surely required, I was told, to check against abrasion, infection or exhaustion. "We cannot be too careful..." Annabelle warned me, pushing me back on the bed. Within moments, the three had stripped off my bathrobe and soft, warm tongues were everywhere. I shared a long, deep kiss with Beatrice while Annabelle gently sucked my hardening cock to life and Catherine shed her tight, leather trousers to allow me access to her pussy.

  "Who's first?" I wanted to know. There was a brief scramble and some pushing and shoving, before Catherine emerged on top, in more ways than one. Her wetness was wonderful, surrounding me. Hard nipples were placed near my mouth and received the wash of my tongue. Beatrice held her colleague from behind, rocking with us back and forth, her hands cradling Catherine's hips, tongue drawing wet patterns on her neck and back. "Are you all bisexual?" I asked.

  Beatrice nodded and, as if to prove it, turned to let Catherine kiss her. Annabelle straddled my head, her moist pussy lowering to my mouth and opening to allow my tongue inside her. The three kissed, although I needed to duck under Annabelle's soft thighs to see what was going on. There was some giggling and then a soft moan from Catherine as she came. I knew all about that, her pussy rippling around my cock.

  She jumped off and let me fuck Beatrice, while Annabelle licked my taste from Catherine's wet slit. There was a muted beeping from somewhere, and Beatrice reached for her wristpad. "We have only a few minutes before the working breakfast. Quickly, let's come together", she said, slightly breathless. I re-doubled my efforts, thrusting hard into her. "We want to share it", she whispered as I fucked her. "Withdraw, and we will finish you together".

  Mentally ticking an important element off my list of Things to Do Before I Die, three warm mouths surrounded my balls and increasingly engorged cock, awaiting the delivery. Beatrice got a good rhythm going with my penis in her mouth, while the others sucked a testicle each. Beneath, fingers probed deep into wet, beautiful openings. Delay was impossible. Releasing me at just the right moment, Beatrice received the first blast of my orgasm, while the others immediately licked her face and mouth to taste me. Seven more spurts followed, landing in Catherine's mouth, over her shoulder, then down her chest, with more in Annabelle's direction, straight into her mouth, and a final jolt of semen over Beatrice's nose and lips.

  Giggling like schoolgirls, the three shared my semen, licking patches of sticky whiteness from faces, breasts and skin, kissing deeply, rubbing the liquid in until only a semblance remained. A quick visit to the bathroom for us all, and three minutes with a vibrator for Beatrice, and we were finished.

  We tumbled into the elevator, one of the girls assuring the waiting scientists that we were, in fact, on our way, and had a leisurely kissing session as we descended. I was almost hard again by the time we reached the lobby. "Have a good day, girls", I called, giving the nearest ass a hearty slap as they skipped out of reception into the sunlit day.

  Dr. Manisti emerged from the breakfast room to guide me in. She was as polite and courteous as yesterday, seating me amid a table of scientists, still in their white coats, who stood when I arrived, as one would for royalty. There seemed little point in trying to talk them out of these courtesies, and besides, I enjoyed them. We were seated, and breakfast was served.

  "I heard that you had quite an experience at the performance last night", Manisti asked while pouring me strong, Brazilian coffee. "Our customs must seem rather strange. This was a very special event and we are delighted that you were able to take part".

  Again, I was struck by this emotionless tone. We were, in effect, talking about an absolutely massive orgy, on a scale unheard of even in the ancient Bacchanals of Rome and Greece, about 25 million orgasms and arching ropes of semen flying everywhere. I had fucked dozens of girls. This was not simply an 'experience'. But, what more could she say?

  "Yes, I had a terrific time, thank you. There were many interesting elements to the performance." I chewed toast and marmalade. How the hell did they manage that? I asked about it.

  Manisti bristled with justifiable pride. "Our replicator machines simply manipulate the basis of matter, producing as a result any material we desire. All that is required is the chemical structure of the material, an example if possible, and a base material. Water or hydrogen gas are the most suitable." I nodded. Incredible.

  "So you can replicate absolutely anything?"

  Manisti nodded, finishing off her coffee. "Yes, of course. We are hoping to utilise this method in producing a hormonal vaccine which will unlock the full potential of our minds and bodies. This, as you learned yesterday, is the chief reason for your visit to our planet".

  The staff discussed the schedule for the day. It was agreed, apparently before this meeting, that I would spend the morning with the medical team once more, before being transferred to the neurochemical labs. "This must sound rather threatening", Manisti said, "but I'm sure you will find this visit most enlightening. The technologies they have developed have rather put our own work in the shade". She nodded to the trio of doctors who raised water glasses in salute at the compliment. "A quite remarkable suite of achievements of the past twenty years. You will see later".

  The schedule was established and distributed in thin, brown strands of information to every lectern around the table. "I wonder if I might find one of those useful?" I asked. Manisti frowned slightly.

  "We had considered this, but decided that interacting with the lectern, even on a simple level, would take many weeks of training. It is a system quite unlike anything you would be used to." I felt like she was calling me a dullard. Shit, she must have heard that. "No offence intended", she added hurriedly, "but the linguistic aspect would be a major challenge to any life form unfamiliar with our languages, and the volume of information might also prove prohibitive, even in simple diagrams. Later, I assure you, there will be the opportunity for you to utilise this resource."

  We moved on, out into the reception area, and another sleek vehicle pulled up outside. Manisti gestured for me to enter. "I will see you later. There is a round of morning meetings to discuss yesterday's results. The medical team are ready for the first round of work, and I will meet with them at lunch to discuss your progress".

  Falik joined me in the back of the vehicle, which was bla
ck and decorated with a stellar motif. She was already at her lectern, which acted both as notepad and communicator, so that she could spend the ride reading emails from her colleagues.

  "There are a large number of requests, both from the scientific community and many members of our population. They are eager to meet you and to experience what you have to offer. It would not, by the looks of things, be an understatement to say that you are regarded as something of a Messiah." She glanced at me. "Is this the right word?"

  I was slack-jawed again, for perhaps the thousandth time in the last 30 hours. "A Messiah? Me? You're kidding, right?"

  Falik closed the lid of the lectern and looked me square in the eye. "Have you noticed, since your arrival, that the only individual making any jokes has been you?" I nodded, rather soberly. "There is a reason for this. I, for one, would absolutely love to crack a great joke and to have everyone around me helpless with laughter. You are able to do that. I cannot, and neither can any member of our species." She paused for a moment to let this sink in. "Do you understand how important you have become?"

  We spent the rest of the ride in silence, Falik tapping rapidly at her lectern, answering correspondence and confirming details of the day's schedule, while I stared out of the window at the vast, sprawling, neat, green city with its huge parks and stunning skyscrapers. Every few seconds revealed a new architectural marvel. The variety of shapes was incredible, from buildings created in a massive arch shape to others of more elaborate constructions, like spider's webs. The vehicle slowed gradually as we approached the Institute complex.

  Falik looked up from the lectern. "I was harsh with you. This must all be very difficult. I apologise." I slid over to the seat next to her and put my arm around her, bringing her close to me and kissing her forehead.

  "Relax, Falik." Another kiss. Then a simple kiss on her mouth. "I'm having a great time. Just let me get used to this amazing place, and the aliens I'm living among. This has all happened very quickly. But I'm ready for whatever happens next."