In the Year Twenty Six Thirty Four
In view of the essentially unlimited technological power that existed in 2634 and beyond, I, Arcturus00347 am transmitting this story back in time to those of you in the early twenty first century, who we call E21s, using a language – English – that was common back then but that no longer exists.
First, my name; I am the 47th Arcturus born in District 3. In referencing others in my story I will only use their full name once and then – just like is done in 2634 in social situations – will refer to them only by their name without numerical modifiers.
In 2634 I was a historian at what you E21s would consider akin to a University, and one of few people skilled in both spoken and written English since it was deader to us in 2634 than Sanskrit is to you. Long ago Earth scientists developed institutional learning techniques so that people are born with the equivalent of what you E21s would consider an advanced college degree (including with our common language known as “Universal”) so what you knew of as Universities are very different. There are organizations still existing, which are no longer called Universities, where individuals specializing in certain areas of knowledge congregate, sometimes for amusement which is what much factual learning in our society is, or sometimes for advancement of some technical field or art.
While most of the changes that have occurred on Earth since the entire planet unified under one Technological Establishment – not really a government as you understand it – are probably not of interest to those of you E21s that are reading literotica, basic male-female relationships probably are of keen interest to you.
It was determined at the time of planet unification that what is called “marriage” by you E21s, in modified form but requiring monogamy, was a perfect social institution to insure proper procreation of the species and contentment, if not happiness. Proper procreation and child development are very important since colonization of other planets is what the prime objective was in 2634. Most children are conceived and raised to ultimately travel to and be part of the colonization of other worlds which is accomplished fairly simply with technology that in your E21s sci-fi jargon is roughly equivalent to “warp drive.”
While “marriage,” as I will call it for simplicity, still exists the concepts of romantic love and sexual lust are considered cute anachronisms. Male and female partners are matched together by computer algorithms that have been so refined over the years that they are virtually foolproof at establishing long-term relationships suitable for procreation and child development; and what are equivalent to your pharmaceuticals (although they are no longer ingested) exist to insure contentment even if initial marriage matches are not perfect. The equivalent of “divorce” is now as rare as Polyorchidism was in your day.
While homosexual marriages still exist they are also now rare in view of the societal emphasis on procreation and the controversial genetic engineering that took place at the time of planet unification which reduced genetic homosexuality to one in a million births.
As I earlier hinted at, my interest in history, and my “profession” as a historian, are much closer to what you E21s would consider the entertainment field rather than social science. I am closer to what an actor, singer, or magician would be to you E21s than I would be to an author of a college history textbook for E21s, and my name is one that most people on Earth would recognize.
As part of my interest in history, and my “profession” as a historian, I was more familiar than almost anyone else in 2634 with what you E21s knew as romantic love and sexual lust, which concepts were determined in ground breaking experiments at the end of the 21st century by MGNBI (magnetic gravitational nuclear-bond imaging) machines to be very closed linked. The term coined at that time was “romantic lust,” to me personally one of the most interesting terms in human history.
Marriage for almost all heterosexual earthlings over the age of 40 earth years (our lifespan is now roughly 250 earth years, and our fertile age from about 30-230 earth years) is mandatory without special dispensation from the Technological Establishment, with a commensurate responsibility to have at least three children during their fertile years. While procreation is still accomplished by penile penetration of a vagina and ejaculation of sperm into the cervix and then passage to the uterus and Fallopian tubes, the procreation act itself is no longer that which caused you E21s to author songs, stories, movies, or websites about. In fact a word or even thought comparable to the word “fuck” used so commonly and flagrantly by you E21s no longer exists in our Universal language. Intercourse is basically a sterile act, and certainly not a “fuck,” and there is no “mystique” associated with it. While most couples have a monthly “maintenance” session where impregnation is not the objective, some only have intercourse for the specific purpose of procreation.
That is not to say that people no longer discriminate as to whom they consider friends or want to associate with. There probably are still some deep-seated animal attractions that contribute to preferred social interactions between and among people, but the concept of “flirting” is also a cute anachronism.
Married couples do most activities together. The most notable exceptions are what are referred to as “lotto experiences.” Every time division (roughly equivalent to a month for E21s, so for simplicity I will call it a “month” hereafter) in each of the 350 districts on Earth a series of lotteries are conducted, with different prizes available for different lotteries. Sometimes multiple winners are specified for each prize, sometimes single winners; and sometimes the lottery prizes are different in different districts. Once having won a lottery a person cannot win another for ten earth years.
My wife Acamar00918 and I have a wide variety of friends and social acquaintances. This is at least in part due to the fact that I am in high demand as an entertainer at social gatherings because many people love to learn about outdated social mores, traditions, and civilizations, and because she has a heightened ability to provide an atmosphere conducive to conviviality.
This story revolves around Vega10233, a female who is married to Titus003693, a typical computer-matched heterosexual couple except of higher status than most. Titus is actually a “Grade 1 Manager” in the Technological Establishment of the district (District 003) that I live in. A Grade 1 Manager is very roughly equivalent to a combination of a governor of a state in the United States, a state senator, and a corporation CEO, to put it in terms E21s can relate to. Vega is a Grade 2 Manager in the same district.
Vega and I have a very strange relationship. We always seem to have heightened awareness of where the other is during a social gathering, and we have intellectual discussions often related to history, but the discussions are typically awkward because neither of us is particularly warm when interacting with the other. This is despite the fact that both my wife and I have warm interactions with Titus, and my wife Acamar has warm interactions with Vega.
Speaking for me my discomfort around Vega is due to a flushed feeling that permeates my extremities, my palms become moist, and my breathing becomes irregular, when I closely interact with her. I have consulted with renowned medical technicians (high level doctors to you E21s) who have given various unsatisfactory explanations.
Notwithstanding the inelegance of my interactions with Vega I probably have had more discussions with her about the romantic lust anachronism than with any other person, and she has virtually memorized the compilation (roughly equivalent to a digital book but delivered by ambient learning waves rather than the eye-to-brain connections associated with reading) on romantic lust that I authored and which is generally considered the most authoritative compilation on the subject throughout Earth, and particularly in District 003. In fact, Vega is the only person who I have come across willing to challenge some of my interpretations of factual or anecdotal historical information about romantic lust and has actually debated me on the subject in public forums.
In 2634 physical appearance also was not nearly as important as it was for E21s, although it played a very small part in computer matching. For example it was not appropriate to match someone seven feet (2.13 meters) tall with someone four feet eleven inches (1.5 meters) tall. However since physical appearance is important to you E21s I will briefly describe Vega and myself, Arcturus, in relationship to individuals well known to English speaking E21s.
In looks Vega most closely resembles a thirty year old Kate Middleton (first Duchess of Cambridge then later Queen consort, then later Queen consort mother). In looks I most closely resemble a thirty year old George Clooney. I am, based upon your E21s measuring systems, six inches (.15 meters) taller than Vega and we both have what E21s would consider athletic builds.
I, like almost the entire Earth population, always sign up for a lottery every month, but am normally indiscriminate as to what lottery I sign up for since my chances of winning are slim and there are few prizes that I covet – to the extent that any Earthling covets anything in 2634. However in the fourth month of 2634 a prize caught my eye. It was a near light speed nostalgia trip to a resort with a 21st century theme for the winner and anyone that he or she chose to travel with him or her, assuming that when interviewed the chosen person would agree to go. As a near light speed trip no significant amount of Earth time would pass during the trip; it would be perceived to last two weeks by the people on the trip, but only about four hours would pass on Earth.
Near light speed trips were rare for lottery prizes because of the expense. Nostalgia trips were not uncommon, however they were typically restricted to married couples, and I had never seen one purporting to be a 21st century one. This prize was also unusual in that the winners were confidential and it was possible to submit information about why one, as a participant, should be given a higher than statistical probability to win.
The first thought that came into my mind when I saw this lottery prize posting was the possibility of going on the trip with Vega. Why that popped into my head I really could not explain; nor could I explain the discomfort that I felt arising like it did when I closely interacted with Vega. Ignoring this reaction, I entered the lottery and submitted information about my knowledge of the 21st century in hopes that such a submission would raise my statistical probability to win.
My dreams over the next few days were disturbing. I would wake up in a sweat with Vega laughing or making eye contact only out of the corner of her eye, in all different types of environmental conditions. It got so that I started using a dream machine, something that I had not used since my youth.
The drawing for the 21st century nostalgia trip was eight days after it was advertised. I was informed at that time that I was one of two winners from District 003, the first time that I had ever won a lottery prize in my life. I was also informed that there were one or two winners from every district. It was necessary for me to make a list, in order of preference, of my companion for the nostalgia trip. I “wrote down” (not using E21 technology, but the equivalent) only two names; Vega first, then my wife Acamar.
I cursed myself after this submission, wondering why I listed Vega first – but I made no attempt to change the submission.
I was notified what date and time I should clear five hours from my schedule, four hours for the two week near light speed trip, and a half hour on either side of that for what E21s would consider akin to orientation and debriefing. Since on Earth local travel was essentially instantaneous, there was no need to allow additional time for that.
When I arrived at the appointed destination at the appointed time I was given typical E21 clothing, which I changed into, although I had a little difficulty with some of the fasteners since clothing in 2634 no longer had fasteners of any type. After changing I opened the door to the orientation room, using a doorknob, something that I had never actually used before, although of course I was familiar with them from my research.
The lottery official chuckled as both Vega and I walked into the orientation room through different entries but at the same time, Vega also dressed in typical E21 garments. Vega had a wry smile on her face; I immediately felt the disturbing physical manifestations that normally accompanied my interactions with Vega.
After nodding acknowledgment to Vega and greeting the lottery official he said “We’re ready to start orientation. Everything we say – and all your interactions – should be in the language most prevalent in E21 – English. You both do speak it, don’t you?”
We both nodded, but before our nods had run their course I blurted out “Excuse me, but aren’t there two more people from District 003. I was led to believe that there were two winners.”
“Oh there were,” he cackled. “You two are the winners, and you listed each other as your first choice for companion, something that has never happened before on a nostalgia trip. We at lottery central are pleased because that makes our job easier and reduces the costs.”
I wondered if Vega’s position as a Grade 2 Manager was the reason for this happy coincidence.
My extremities flushing, palm sweating, and labored breathing became more intense, and my mouth became dry to boot.
The only reason that the orientation took a half hour instead of the information being essentially instantly imparted by brain wave was because various physical devices had to be shown to and manipulated by us in order for there to be realism. I was dealing more with my physical manifestations than I was listening, but since I was an expert on the 21st century I was already familiar with all of what was being demonstrated except what the lottery official referred to as “adult toys.”
As Vega and I entered the “resort” to start our trip Vega exhibited body language that I had never seen before. Then she stopped, turned toward me, held my hand, looked me in the eye, and inquired “So, Arcturus, what is your explanation as to why you listed me first as your companion on this adventure?”
“Uh, well…,” I began to respond, wondering why I, who was never at a loss for words, was having trouble with articulation. “Uh…I honestly don’t know. Your name just inexplicably popped into my head. Why did you list me?”
“For someone preeminent in his field, you truly are naïve. You obviously haven’t figured out what I did ten Earth years ago, which was about five Earth years after I first met you; namely, that we have a romantic lust attraction to each other,” Vega smiled. “Either that or you’re suppressing it!”
“Uh…oh…no…that’s not possible,” I stammered, my neck suddenly feeling constricted even though nothing physical was restricting it. “No one has experienced romantic lust for at least two centuries.”
“Really – then why are you flushed and sweating, and why is your mouth dry and your neck bulging which are all – if you would understand your own compilation – anecdotal indications of romantic lust,” Vega snarled as much as said as she approached me and made frontal body contact. I felt her hand encircle my penis through my clothing as she sneered “And why is your penis hard despite the fact that no intercourse cream for a maintenance or procreation session has been applied to it?”
Then Vega pushed her lips into mine, something that resulted in an even more intense biological response from me, and when she removed her lips she said “It won’t be long, to use E21 jargon, before we’re fucking each other’s brains out Arcturus. If you can’t abide that thought then you better leave right now because we’re starting the trip in less than two minutes.”
My brain said “leave,” but for the first time that I could remember, certainly not since my youth, my body was not controlled by my brain. Instead of fleeing I pressed my lips against Vega’s. When we broke contact she smiled widely, took my arm, and walked toward the reception area of the resort.
The woman at the reception desked asked a wide variety of questions, about what activities we wanted to engage it, what entertainment devices we wanted to utilize, if we preferred having information transmitted to us using equipment that was period accurate instead of 2634 equipment-less technology, what food and beverages we preferred, and other things. Vega took the bull by the horns and answered all of the questions, a few times (such as her preference for period accurate equipment) turning to me with a smile and saying “Don’t you think that would be nice Arcturus?” Each time I simply nodded my assent.
Vega and I took the amusing bygone technologically simplistic device known as an “escalator” to you E21s up to our room on the second (and top) level of the “resort.” We held hands and smiled at each other as we did so. Our room had physical equipment that was quite accurate for what a hotel room would have had in E21. There was a king sized bed instead of the sleeping capsules that most people used in 2634, a shower stall instead of an instantaneous cleansing chamber that was common in 2634, and a television set connected to a DVD player rather than the ethereal video devices used in 2634. Dressers, a couch, a closet, and even a mini-bar, all with a suitably quaint “used” look to them, were provided.
Vega surprised me by her familiarity with the entire physical plant of our room. I was beginning to wonder whether she – even though she didn’t author compilations about it – wasn’t even more knowledgeable than I was about E21.
As she walked closely up to and faced me, while running a finger over my chest Vega said “Well, Arcturus, should we change into bathing suits and try out the water experience at the resort?” After she said that she flipped her long lustrous brown hair over her shoulder, and bit her lip. All of these were signs of the cute anachronism “flirting” that I had significantly dealt with in my latest compilation about E21 sexual behavior.
“Uh…sure…Vega,” I stammered in reply, obviously never having really experienced flirtatious behavior before, but noticing that I suddenly felt even warmer than just a few seconds before.
“We’ll need to shower to get clean, and since there are many places with water shortages in 2021,” apparently 2021 was the year Vega had decided we were in during our nostalgia tour, “we should shower together, don’t you think Arcturus?”
“Uh…sure…Vega,” was all that I could reply given my dry mouth, making me wonder if I could say anything but that in response to provocative comments and actions by and from her.
“I really wish you would help me remove these 2021 clothes, Arcturus,” Vega said while licking her lips. “I’m not sure how the fasteners work.”
“Uh…sure…Vega,” was my reply, although as soon as I said it I chastised myself by thinking “dream up something else to say Arcturus, you sound like an idiot repeating the same phrase over and over.”
I fumbled as I undid the buttons on Vega’s top, resulting in a diabolical grin crossing her face. I finally mastered the technique when I undid the last two and surprised myself by quickly pulling her top garment off of her shoulders and throwing it to the side. I had never worked a bra clasp before (in fact never had seen one like what Vega had on), but gaining confidence and motivation I quickly mastered it, and soon the bra joined the top on the floor.
Mammary glands were not worshipped in 2634; however it was apparent that my brain was quickly morphing into that of an E21’s mind. I was fascinated and excited by Vega’s mammary glands, which seemed to be flushed and have hard nipples. I was compelled to run my hands over them, even lightly twisting the nipples. Vega’s grin turned into a sigh, and then she closed her eyes and moaned as I suddenly took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Her body even started shaking.
I don’t know how long it was before I snapped out of the trance that I was in and moved my hands and mouth off of Vega’s breasts. I hadn’t even noticed that we had shuffled a few feet away from our initial location so that Vega’s back was now against an interior wall.
When Vega opened her eyes I moved my hands down to her lower body garment, unzipped a zipper, helped her step out of the garment, and then put fingers of both hands on her panties. Vega half-closed her eyes and sighed as I moved her panties down to her ankles and then helped her step out of them.
What was considered “oral” and “foreplay” in 2021 was no longer accepted in 2634, and if it was practiced it was rare, and by few. The look and scent from Vega’s vagina became irresistible to me, however, and first I touched it gingerly, then licked it, then seemed to entirely engage my face and fingers in and around it. I had a brief sensation of Vega grabbing my hair, but it was a minor distraction. It was no longer minor, however, when Vega screamed and pulled on my hair hard as her entire pelvic area shook.
The pelvic shake caused me to disengage from her vagina and I stood up. Vega was flustered, her face a meld of pain, pleasure, and surprise. When I again placed my hands on her breasts she opened her eyes, sighed, and then moaned “I do believe, Arcturus, that you just gave me what E21s called an ‘orgasm,’ and if I’m not mistaken a powerful one it was.”
Then Vega became weak-kneed and seemingly was about to collapse. I lifted her up, carried her the few steps to the couch, and sat her down. I noticed that her vagina was glistening, and her nipples even more prominent and harder than before.
When Vega regained complete awareness she asked “How were you able to accomplish that Arcturus?”
“It was solely instinct,” I honestly responded, a feeling of great satisfaction arising within me as a result of her words and her recent orgasm.
We chatted and giggled – people in 2634 never giggle – for a few minutes. Then with great resolve and a big smile Vega proclaimed “Now I need to undress you – and we both need a shower.”
We both stood again. I looked into Vega’s eyes and kept my hands on her breasts as much as I could as she unbuttoned my shirt and discarded it, then unzipped my trousers, helped me step out of them, and then discarded them too. With a giggle she pulled down my boxer shorts and snickered “My, what have we here?” as my rock hard penis sprang out. She hadn’t even helped me step out of my boxers before she was licking the underside of my penis. I almost passed out from the sensation of her tongue, then lips, on my male member.
Vega actually had no idea what she was doing, likely never having had a penis in her mouth before, but she did engulf most of my penis in her mouth. Vega only sucked a few times before I spontaneously ejaculated seminal fluid, with such suddenness and intensity that I fell back onto the couch. This dislodged my penis from her mouth after only one squirt into it, the rest of the squirts flying all over the place including into Vega’s hair and onto her face.
After I slight pause Vega chirped “awesome.” [There is no equivalent word in our Universal language, but from my studies I was quite sure of the significance of that word.] “Now we really do need a shower, Arcturus,” she laughed.
On wobbly legs, with Vega mostly propping me up as we moved, we stumbled into the shower. When Vega turned on the water by manipulating a knob, we were both shocked by the cold temperature of the water. We chuckled as we got out of the way of the stream – fortunately the shower stall was large – until it warmed up. “Wow, this place is truly realistic,” I grinned as Vega picked up a bar of soap and started moving it over my skin.
Vega and I washed each other off completely, our hands lingering at particularly sensitive parts of each other’s bodies, with much giggling and what in 2634 would be considered highly inappropriate touching. Finally we turned the water off and used towels to dry each other. “That was the most pleasurable cleansing experience of my life,” I chuckled.
“No shit Sherlock,” Vega replied – then we both burst out laughing at her use of such an ancient colloquial expression, one that had no counterpart in our Universal language, and one that likely no more than a handful of people on Earth knew about, let alone used.
Finally we got into bathing suits. Vega’s was one that was referred to as a “bikini” in 2021; mine “board shorts.”
The water park was fun. We went on a slide and tubes, swam, dunked each other, and dove off a diving board. I laughed more in the first hour we were at the park than I had in the last two months. The most fun, however, was learning to ride a surfboard in the wave generating part of the water park. It took me six tries, carefully monitored by an instructor, before I lasted more than a minute without falling. Vega was quite proud of herself that by the time I was up for a minute, she had already been up for five – and she had no apprehension about “subtly” pointing that out to me.
Once we were tired and water-logged, we again dried off with towels (not nearly as efficient as the technology of 2634) and ambled up to our room. We hung our wet bathing suits up in the bathroom and then naked lay next to each other on the bed, ultimately my arms encircling Vega’s tight body, and her head lying on my shoulder. I obviously fell asleep, because when Vega’s body moved as she started to sit upright I looked at the “alarm clock” next to the bed and an hour had mysteriously passed.
“I’ve never fallen asleep before in the afternoon, let alone outside a sleep capsule,” Vega chortled.
“Did we really fall asleep?” I rhetorically asked.
“Unless we were doing impressions of stones, I’d say ‘yes,'” she snickered.
We got dressed in some nicer period clothes than we had worn in the orientation room, and then went to dinner. It was an unusual though pleasurable experience, with humans who called themselves “waitresses” actually soliciting our preference and then serving our food. The food itself looked nothing like what we ate in 2634 but I’m sure was the same type of foodstuff only shaped into unusual forms and with odd colors.
After dinner, we danced – again something in 2634 unusual outside of theater. The music playing we were assured was E21 popular music. Although our movements attempting to get “in rhythm” with the beat were awkward at first we did get the hang of it, and dancing became highly enjoyable. Especially pleasurable were the dances that required intimate body contact, since Vega essentially molded herself to my form. It was a little disconcerting that my penis seemed to become a flagpole during intimate body contact, but rather than minding it Vega seemed to enjoy it.
After more than an hour of dancing, during one of our bodies-molded-together dances, Vega whispered into my ear “Let’s go to our room – I have a surprise for you.”
We smiled at each other, and walked hand-in-hand to the escalator.
When we got into our room Vega tenderly kissed me on the lips and then with a big grin said “We 27th century people don’t know how to act on our romantic lust. Therefore I’ve gotten some ‘instructional videos’ in a quaint form called ‘DVD.'”
With that Vega broke away from me, somehow managed to turn on the TV and get the DVD player to operate, and soon the screen was filled with images of E21s in bizarre settings. We sat down next to each other on the couch. “This video is in a class called ‘pornography,'” she giggled, another term that has no counterpart in our Universal language.
We watched speechless and in awe as on the screen a man and a woman seemed to passionately devour each other. They did things that I didn’t even know were possible – I certainly had never imagined them. I felt my body temperature rising throughout the video, and my penis was so hard that it hurt. In addition to the action the language was fascinating. The words “fuck,” “pussy,” “cock,” “cunt,” “balls,” “tits,” “ass,” and “clitoris,” were used dozens of times each, seemingly spurring the participants onto greater orgasmic heights.
After about an hour of the video, using a “remote,” Vega turned off the machines. Her eyes were almost bulging out of her head, she had a slight film of sweat on her skin – which was hot to the touch – and she was running her hand over her vagina. She stuck her tongue into my ear then whispered “Let’s see if we can top the fucking that we saw on the screen; I need your cock in my pussy as soon as possible!”
There was no slow removal of clothing after we viewed the pornography. Ripped cloth littered the floor as we meandered toward the bed with our lips scorching each other’s. As soon as we hit the bed, with Vega on her back, she spread her legs wide just like the female characters in the video did. It took me only a nanosecond to put the head of my cock onto her pussy lips. It wasn’t much longer before she was screaming in pleasure as I buried my cock completely in her snug wet pussy.
Vega and I jackhammered each other while constantly using language like that in the videos. “Fuck me, Oh God, fuck me delirious,” seemed to be her favorite expression. I mostly grunted while occasionally mumbling “Oh fuck that feels good.” We didn’t last nearly as long as the people in the video. I was soon ejaculating a river of cum into Vega’s pulsating pussy as she screamed, and I groaned, in orgasm.
As I lay in a seemingly semi-conscious state, her magnificent thighs still wrapped around my torso but no longer squeezing me, and as my cock lethargically stroked in and out of her pussy, I felt better than at any other time in my life. When I finally rolled off of Vega and we made eye contact it was clear that her euphoria was equal to mine.
“So that’s romantic lust?” I grumbled as I gazed into her absinthe green eyes.
“It’s even better than I thought possible,” she replied with a big smile, “although I’m sure that it has to be with the right partner.”
“Do you think that I’m the right partner for you?” I asked.
“Based not only on our fuck, but on the fact that ever since I met you I get a tingling in my crotch whenever I see you, and my skin gets hot, I’d say ‘yes.’ In fact as an E21 would say, ‘fuck yeah!'”
We both chuckled. Then we softly chatted about our experience as Vega played with my balls and I played with her tits. Suddenly she got a big smile on her face, sat up, and said “I’ve got another surprise for you.”
With that she reached into the nightstand near the bed and pulled out two injectors, 2634 highly advanced and entirely painless versions of the hypodermic needles of E21. “I know that they had little blue pills that helped with sex in 2021, but they weren’t super effective, and there was nothing comparable for women. However, using 2634 technology I had some scientists made up a better material that can both allow almost endless repeats of intercourse and enhance the experience even more. Care to give it a try?” she cackled.
One injector said “hers,” the other “his” in the Universal language.
“Why not?” I grinned.
“These work best in the ass,” she grinned right back.
I turned and she touched my ass with the “his” injector. I returned the favor with the “hers” injector.
No more than ten minutes passed before I started panting, and my cock got rock hard, and Vega started sweating and pawing her own tits. We did a perfunctory simultaneous oral attack on each other’s sex organs (quaintly called a “69” in the video), and then I turned Vega on her hands and knees in what the porno film called “doggy.”
Soon my cock was reciprocating in and out of Vega’s pussy at 100 miles an hour, my balls were banging against her with each stroke, and she was swearing a blue streak and banging back with everything that she had. It seemed like I shot a liter’s worth of seminal fluid into her energetic pussy while she shook, screamed, vibrated, and then went limp.
We proceeded to fuck more than half the time until our antiquated alarm clock rang at about eight the next morning. With each fuck we seemed to get better; impossibly the pleasure level continued to increase; and we found out more about each other’s bodies than we ever could have imagined was possible.
Over the next twelve days of our nostalgia trip we had great fun with all of the resort activities. However, by far the most fun related to sex. We watched a few more pornographic videos, but they didn’t provide much more in the way of instruction, although they did ramp up our lust for each other. We fucked in virtually every possible comfortable position including cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, The Wheelbarrow, The Hotseat, The Waterfall, and The Face-Off, to name the most desirable, and of course doggy and missionary. My favorite was The Face-Off; Vega’s The Hotseat. Since the injected material that Vega had compounded was extremely effective we fucked more than any couple in 2021 ever did – usually a dozen times a day!
On the last night of our nostalgia trip we were melancholy after a missionary fuck. As we lay in bed facing each other with only low ambient light a tear formed in Vega’s eye. “I don’t want this to end, Arcturus, ever!”
“Nor do I, Vega,” I replied trying to hold back tears myself.
“It doesn’t have to,” she responded staring into my eyes with her almost shimmering green eyes.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We can go to a new world together – one where romantic lust is a viable option.”
“How could that work?” I inquired, puzzled.
“In my position as a Grade 2 Manager I can arrange it.”
“Won’t Titus object?”
“There are reasons – and I am not at liberty to disclose them to you, or anyone else for that matter – why Titus will not object. Aramus may be distraught – I have no way of knowing that – but I think that we can overcome any objection she might have. Are you willing to look into this with me?” she asked.
I only needed to think about a second before I replied “Does the Pope poop in the woods?” This malappropriate colloquialism, which we both had just recently learned, got a belly laugh from Vega.
“OK, here’s the plan,” she cackled as she slapped my hand away from her tit and continued “no fondling, this is serious.”
An hour later I was clued in to her entire plan, obviously well thought out and likely to work.
We didn’t fuck again that night, but we did sleep with my seemingly always hard cock longitudinally parting her pussy lips.
I always knew that Vega was an intelligent woman; however even I was surprised by not only her intelligence, but her common sense and purposefulness. Over the next two months as we executed her plan we found time to fuck almost every day – without the need of the injectors that we used during our nostalgia trip. We were now as experienced and passionate as any couple with romantic lust from 2021. However, since monogamy was prized in 2634 our sexual sessions were anti-social and there could have been severe consequences if we had been caught. Because of Vega’s intelligence and our discretion, we never were.
Two months and eight days after we returned from our nostalgia trip, Vega and I boarded a spacecraft, our romantic lust burning more brightly than ever. We had a 100 year supply of “his” and “her” injectors, and little else – but that was all that we needed since all of the practical things that we needed were on the spacecraft.
We were travelling to a planet with a 25% oxygen, 72 % nitrogen, and a smattering of other non-toxic gases atmosphere that had a mass 94.75% that of Earth’s, and with a variety of ecosystems and temperature ranges similar to what we believe Earth had in the 18th century. We were, with our companions on the spacecraft, going to be the first settlers, and as such we could name the planet whatever we wanted to (although it would be given a strictly numerical official name). “Vega’s Vision” seemed appropriate!
Titus and Aramus – now married to each other, both of their marriages having been dissolved by special action of the Technological Establishment – actually waved good-bye.
As soon as the craft hit what you E21s would call “warp speed” we christened our dual sleeping capsule with an all-time doggy fuck!
Vega and I are now fifty years into our journey (it’s 2684), we’ve got a more than viable colony on Vega’s Vision, and one half of the adult couples are in romantic lust relationships. We’re not just content like we were on Earth; we are unequivocally happy!