Voyage

by C. Paul Lockman

  “Not the president?” She shook her head. “Your boyfriend?” I tried.

  That brought an actual smile. “None of them know”. I mimed applause while chuckling at her riposte. I do love it when my conversation partner, whoever it is, forgets they’re in illustrious company and relaxes enough to let some personality come through. I guess famous people down the ages have wished for anonymity, just so that they’d be treated as a normal person. I hadn’t done anything normal for twenty years (much longer, if you counted my still-secret interstellar travels), but it is reassuring to exist, however temporarily, absent the clutter of fame and notoriety.

  It was nearly eleven. “Can I offer you a drink back at the St. Anthony? I hear the bioluminescent nocturnals are quite something.” In fact, I hadn’t just heard about them, I had helped design their genomes and trumpeted their arrival with a global biotechnology conference in the hotel’s huge meeting rooms; but I was trying to sound suave. Immediately, I knew Captain Tanner wasn’t going to bite quite so readily.

  “Perhaps another time”. The cold dash of a refusal was mollified by the warm smile, the new, potentially incendiary knowledge she had imparted and the sense that, despite her slightly prickly exterior, I had found an ally in a war I barely knew had begun.

  “Evelyn… look…” She seemed curious at my slight uneasiness, as though she expected me to confess something juicy. “Where do we go from here? I mean, with the Pentagon? The last thing I want is organized resistance, spreading these rumours of impending doom… surely you must see there’s nothing in this?”

  She stood, signed off the check. “You were right. Assholes, dinosaurs, paranoids… but they’re powerful people and, if they really wanted to – and I think they just might – they could cause such an almighty clusterfuck over Dvalin that you’d never be able to use it, even if it did arrive in orbit on time.” As we spoke, tiny motors backed up by huge, precisely-tilted solar sails, many miles across, were steadily pushing Dvalin into her new orbit, one which would intersect that of the Earth. More engine firings would slow the huge rock into a roughly geostationary orbit above our planet. Then we could get some things done.

  We shook hands, I smiled, bid her goodnight, but my mind was whirring at maximum warp. I had a word with the waiters, tipped some people, apologized for the little outburst and headed out into some rather cool night air.

  Damn! The betrayal was all the more galling for its fruitlessness. There was no point in resisting this destiny I had chosen for mankind. It was the only way, and still is. Either this, or we destroy ourselves. Get smart, get into space, and treat our planet properly, or face extinction. I sat on one of the benches in a green area of the Capitol. It was quiet. I needed a cigarette but I was trying to stay off them; although being informed that the most powerful man in the world thinks you’re a massive security threat might be regarded as an ‘exceptional circumstance’.

  Instead, you’ll not be surprised to find, I pulled out the modern-day little black book – a Smartphone so much cooler than the 2010 IPhone that it would totally freak you out. Holographic projection; Relocation guidance (global – very handy provided your network is patched together right); Solar-system wide 7G Internet access; A 128 Terabyte memory – it still gets full, you know – and a Babelator, the most advanced real-time translation software to be found for 1000 light years. I own the prototype and keep it very, very quiet.

  This particular contacts group was reserved for women with whom I have a particularly special relationship. No money ever changes hands, and no favours are done in lieu, but the rules go out of the window, all except one: absolute discretion. Indispensible to a guy with a sex life like mine. If I appeared nude on the net in 2033 on earth as often as I had in 2008 on Takanli, I’d have a reputation so comprehensively tarnished that Dvalin would still be out there, a lonely hunk of rock. And we’d still be heading for global calamity.

  No, these girls know the value of sealed lips, code words, pre-arranged locations. Hal helps a lot, keeping my Smartphone up-to-date and adding recent information to each contact’s profile. Jessica Halden, for example, was being slated for a Rick Towner movie about Michelle Obama; it was also thought she was in a serious relationship (or whatever passes for one of those in 2030’s Hollywood) and I really didn’t want any more entanglements like the Kornikova thing.

  I walked South a bit and hung out for a while near the Botanical Gardens, which looked fantastic since their upgrade and now rivalled one of my most lavish hotel lobbies. Coral Jones’ name and details popped up in my contacts folder. Ah, Coral. Voted the Sexiest Girl Ever, proposed to by Prince Frederick of Monaco (Fast Freddie, to his mates) and refused; and almost certainly in a relationship of some kind, but definitely worth a call.

  “Hey. How are things in outer space?”

  Coral was never actually impressed by anything. I had taken her diving in a submersible to show her a giant new coral reef I had built and named for her, just for the hell of it, and she managed a ‘cool, thanks’ but that was about it. I could tell her that I’d just flown in from Jupiter, and she would probably just shrug.

  “Well thankfully, Coral, I’m actually on Terra Firma tonight for a change”.

  “Who’s Terra?” A pause. “Are you trying to get me into a threesome?”

  I almost went for it, but not quite. Coral had a Catholic component to her moral core which had stood the test of time. Despite being astonishingly beautiful, routinely hilarious and extremely famous, Coral has complete control over her life. Which is why she only picked up the phone for her real favourites.

  “What are you doing, right now?” I expected something flippant, naturally.

  “Waiting for you to get over here so I can suck your penis. Why? What are you doing?”

  The car was there in moments. I almost decided to get hold of a jetpack and be there a few minutes quicker, but it might have seemed a tad desperate. Besides, Coral lived in a 57th floor hotel room in Alexandria and landing there was a bugger. The elevator ride was long enough to make sure I looked great, smelled appropriate and was packing the right chemicals. No use in disappointing such a rare and exceptional girl.

  “Captain Kirk, I presume?” She was as droll as she was lithe and sexy. Somehow, in the crammed minutes before my arrival, she had managed to pour herself into a tight red dress and black high heels. She was stunning, draped against the wall in the low-light hallway. I wanted her immediately, but Coral was someone with whom one did not trifle.

  “Lieutenant... Uhura, isn’t it?” Coral was almost dark enough for the joke to work. She held out her hand for me to kiss, and beckoned me into her apartment.

  “I have to say”, she observed as she took off my tie, “I’m honoured to receive you in my humble home, especially after this afternoon’s senate hearing”.

  “You”, I sat up, amazed, “watch C-SPAN?”

  She leaned down to kiss my earlobe, whispering, “sure I do. When there are hot billionaire guys there to spice things up.”

  I chuckled. “I didn’t know you had a politico fixation”.

  She poured us both a drink, each movement fluid and sensuous. “Well, there’s this one who’s just ... devilishly handsome... well, I happen to know he’s got the loveliest, biggest, thickest...” She half cleared her throat, maybe feigning nerves, maybe really feeling them. “Why don’t I show you what I mean?”

  She unbuttoned me and reached into my boxers to free my cock, which leapt to attention in her cool, soft grip. She slowly pulled back my foreskin and then drew it forward again, over my glans, back and forth a few times. Excitement and warmth filled my shaft, which was growing by the second.

  “Well, imagine what a hero like him could do with something like that”, I offered.

  Coral pulled down my pants and knelt in front of me. “He could do almost anything he liked.” She lowered her mouth and began a warm, rhythmic fellatio. My glans responded instantly to her wonderful tongue. “He could ... just for an example... push my legs
open and slide it... slowly... into my cunt”.

  With that, she resumed her sucking, deeper and with a growing passion, as my increasing hardness caused her pussy to moisten with excitement. She came up for air infrequently, and delivered another filthy suggestion each time.

  “Push it deep into my cunt and then fuck me until you explode”.

  “Spurt your hot cream into my cunt”.

  “Fuck my ass and then pull out and cum all over my back and my bum.”

  Coral was never short of ideas. When riled up like this, she could be the sexiest, least inhibited girl alive. Her tongue continued it’s magic on my cock, running up and down my shaft, washing my tip, poking delicately into my urethra.

  “Hmmm... I want your cum”. Coral had experienced quite a few of my orgasms, and she knew that once I finished cumming, there was seldom a ten-minute wait until I was fully loaded and ready to resume. She also knew that they were often huge great cum-baths, which totally got her off. I’ve seldom known a girl to orgasm so hard just because I just did.

  Her quick hands stroked my shaft while her warm, expert tongue seemed to just will the sperm up from my balls and into her mouth. Taking her time in the final moments, she kept up a steady, slightly twisty hand motion which was just delicious, all while sucking rhythmically and licking warmly. It had to happen.

  The initial blasts were large, but couldn’t compare to the three mains spurts, which fountained high into the air. Most of the initial cum went into her mouth, but the remainder jetted out, dribbled, splashed, and oozed over nearly every inch of her face, chest and shoulders. A long streak of jizz hung from her bangs. She looked like she’d been hit by a sperm-laden fire-hose.

  “Let’s hear it for Old Faithful, ladies and gentlemen!” she quipped, rubbing semen into her cheeks.

  I was just recovering, breathing deep and marvelling at the cascade of spunk this girl had drawn out of me. I noticed Coral lick her fingers a few times, and bring some sperm from her belly to her mouth to taste it. “I keep trying, because I really want to like it, but it’s just so... sticky”. She frowned at the long splashes of cum across her breasts, strikingly white against her dark, brown skin. “I guess the taste is OK after a while...” She took the head of my cock gently into her mouth and sucked off the last juices. “I mean, with you, it’s kinda like riding the log flume; you’re gonna get soaked, just accept it and try to have fun. And your taste”, she said, between lengthy, sensual French-kisses of my cock, “is actually pretty nice”. I thanked the orange pills I had taken in the car; my diet is too random for me to control the taste, so I add a little extra from the pharmacology lab and most girls love it. Some think it’s the best substance ever invented. A Japanese girl orgasmed simply from inhaling the scent of left on another girl’s skin. I’ve been getting uncommonly good at chemistry since I hired an assistant who is also a quantum supercomputer.

  Coral had been lightly fingering herself during good portions of this initial fellatio session, and was dribbling with potential. I drew her up to me for a long kiss, then pushed her back on the sofa and pushed up her sexy red dress. Black panties awaited, trimmed with tiny tufts of delicate pubic hair, quite the fashion in the mid 2030s.

  “You wanna see my cunt, baby?” She smiled and pulled aside the thin material to reveal her sweet, wet pussy, almost shockingly pink and covered in sexy juices. “You wanna kiss? Hmmmm? You wanna come kiss my cunt?”

  I simply pushed her legs open and began lustfully dining on the beautiful, slick pinkness between her legs. My tongue penetrated her, then danced on her clit; she came in moments, and I kept her that way for some time. Coral said once that being tongue-fucked by me was like having sex with your own clone, because I knew exactly what to do. I paced the orgasms carefully, using broad, flat tongue strokes on her clit and two fingers inside her cunt. Once the first group of squealing, clenching orgasms had subsided, I switched to a more assertive, harder, more pointed tongue and worked her clit with determination. Pulling up her hood to reach the very most sensitive places, I attacked her pleasure centre. She soared on a rolling wave of orgasmic bliss.

  I lay with her, letting her breathe and relax. Quiet moments passed while we kissed. I drew above her, parting her legs with my thighs. Our kisses were those of friends who make love; people who respect and need each other. As we kissed, tongues travelling over each other, I leaned forward and pushed my engorged glans against her tight, hot opening. Her lips parted for me and I steadily sheathed my penis in her soaking, delicious pussy.

  I loved the way our bodies fit together. Her mouth was perfectly placed for kissing while we had sex, something she loved to do. I kept the strokes quite deep but equally quick, most assuredly in the pursuit of an orgasm. It was my turn to cum, in any event, and I wanted to do it inside her. I cradled her close to me, working my abdominal muscles to give her deep, satisfying thrusts. She breathed hard into my shoulder, whispering obscenities or just gasping at the sudden, intense fullness of her vagina.

  I rose from her and turned her over, quickly returning my erection to its proper place, while she lay face-down on the sofa. She loved the angle, squirming under me to rub her g-spot on my advancing cock. I pressed hard, all the way inside her, as I began to cum. The swollen glans pressing on her g-spot and the tight warm cunt surrounding my cock had the identical effect; we came together, hard and loud, more huge jolts of my cum splashing into her body, while her pussy muscles contracted hard around me, then released, as Coral moaned her way through this latest peak.

  We grabbed cold waters from her ample kitchen and surveyed the view from this lofty apartment. The city, like any true city, was never asleep; lights still burned in the higher-floor office windows across the street, while further away, helicopters whisked board members to 6am meetings. I wondered how many of them relied on pharmacology just to get done their average day’s work. Ribbons of light marked the progress of DC’s uncountable vehicles, a swathe through the urban landscape, like rivers gathering downstream from a flood plain.

  Coral had changed into a bathrobe which resembled a kimono – she could be so effortlessly stylish – and I had a very deep, if very brief, sense of déjà vu. Taking a second to identify the memory, I saw for an instant the broad, neat urban sprawl of Takanli from the high eerie of Falik’s place, while we cuddled by the window. She had stroked me to hardness while we watched the city begin its day, just as Coral began to do now. Another delicate hand on my member; another day beginning. On another world, in another time.

  Her mouth joined her hands, quickly producing a lavish erection. She skilfully used her own saliva to lubricate my shaft, her hand gently slipping back and forth, while her tongue entertained my frenulum, that highly sensitive collection of nerve-endings just below my glans. It was enough to make me cum again, right there, but I had other plans.

  “Bend over the kitchen counter”.

  She did as she was told, adjusting the silk bathrobe to allow access to her lovely bum and the still soaking entrance to her pussy below. I knelt down to kiss her, parting her bum cheeks and licking back and forth across them, occasionally nibbling the soft, perfect flesh. Then I shifted focus to her anal opening, that tight, hot star at the centre of her bum, which relaxed and opened for me slightly as my tongue began to wash over it. I tickled her anus with the tip of my tongue, listening for her little moans of enjoyment, and then dribbled an amount of saliva into her crack, thoroughly lubricating her opening. I positioned myself behind her and pushed my cock head into her cunt, sliding back and forth for a few seconds, before withdrawing and pushing my tip against her bumhole. She relaxed, let me enter, gasped as I pushed inside. I gazed down at the unlikely, highly erotic sight of my huge cock gradually disappearing into the dark, smooth crevice of her bottom.

  Coral’s hand flew straight to her clit, and I knew at once this was the chance to give her the orgasms I had planned for her. Buried deep in her ass, my cock began a slow back-and-forth motion, focusing on maintaining a deep, stiffl
y erect presence in her bum. More than almost any girl I know, Coral loves to have slow, continuously orgasmic anal sex. Pulling back only a couple of inches each time, my cock continued its slow exploration of her anal passage, revelling in the perfectly tight, wonderfully hot surroundings.

  She began to cum. Each orgasm – and there were several dozens – began as a rolling, rippling tightness in her core, which radiated outwards down my cock and attempted to expel me from her tight bum, each time without success; I simply pushed back to a full insertion, shafted her slowly, and waited for the next peak. Her fingers danced a perfect rhythm on her clit, pushing her repeatedly to the heights of sexual pleasure. She gasped as each wave hit, as the quality and violence of each orgasm established itself, took control of her body, and then subsided. Some were so huge that her gasps had a tone of disbelief, and her panting after the climax seemed almost plaintive, begging to be released from this exquisite torment. But still she pressed two fingers to her clit and resumed the rollercoaster ride to yet another orgasm.

  To have my stiffness massaged by her wonderful anal muscles so many times was heavenly, but had predictable consequences; my balls needed their final emptying of the evening, and it promised to be no less copious than the others. I warned Coral of the impending explosion, and she quickly reached down into the kitchen cabinets. Puzzled, I maintained my steady fucking rhythm in her ass, feeling the beginnings of my orgasm churning in my nuts. Her hand emerged with a plastic measuring jug which she placed on the counter top.

  Between gasps, she managed, “do it into this”. A pause, while she came yet again. “Please”.

  I smirked at the unusual request but decided to oblige her. This was, after all, her bum that I was enjoying, and I guessed she could ask for my cum in whichever way pleased her. I made steady progress to my orgasm, grasping her slender hips as I pushed deeper each time into her rectum. As the inevitable crisis began, I reluctantly pulled out and directed my cock head down into the jug. Extensive precum dribbled out first, followed by six large spurts. You must think by now that I’m some kind of bionic man with an udder for a penis, but like I say, Takanli technology is great technology. My overstuffed testicles emptied their load, jet after jet, into the jug, while coral fingered her pussy, which had released an estuary of girl-sperm down her thighs, to a final, crushing orgasm.