8 comments/ 18966 views/ 16 favorites Earth 2099 By: philipmitchellstein One As I write this it is July, the summer of 2099. I'm sat in my home unit in the megacity of England South, looking through the archives, using the brainwave activated microcomputer embedded in my left temple, visualizing the ancient images in the retina-embedded virtual-monitor, trying to imagine what life must have been like a century ago. It is clear to me that the transition from the twentieth to twenty-first century was the cusp of the modern age: I can't even imagine how people lived 150 or 200 years ago, before the microprocessor revolutionized the way we live. Even so, everything seems so primitive even 100 years in the past. It wasn't computers, or the internet, or mobile phones that changed society, although they all played a part. It wasn't climate change, or the rise and fall of extremism, although they contributed. No, what most people never anticipated was that the revolutions in medical science that took place in the early twenty-first century would transform the world so much. What really changed everything was gene therapy, along with huge leaps forward in the war against antibiotic resistance and the treatment of viruses. Essentially everything became curable, and nobody had to be anything less than physically perfect. Imagine! Suddenly no one got sick anymore. No one got old, at least physically, and no one had to be anything other than a perfect physical specimen. I just can't conceive of how awful it must have been in the past. Illness, disease, weakness, hospitals full of the sick and the dying: how did people cope? Today, hospitals prevent sickness before it even manifests itself. Gene therapy is used from before birth, and throughout our lives, to ensure that everyone is the fittest, smartest, and most able person they can be. The biggest change though was the effect that these advances had on sex, and attitudes to sex. Sex in the early twenty-first century sounded scary! Diseases everywhere, everyone repressed and full of hang ups about their bodies. No one realized the implications right away in 2025, when self-mutating antibiotics and antivirals were developed that always stayed ahead in the resistance arms race, but suddenly there were no more sexually transmitted diseases. It took a little over 10 years, but by the 2050s, sex dominated society in a way it had never done before. The internet helped. People had been using to find sex since it was invented, and it contributed to a culture where if you wanted sex, it was increasingly possible to find it. Fear of disease and infection had held many people back though, so the amount of online hook-ups, and the use of the internet to develop networks of sexual partners with mutual interests increased dramatically after 2025. Attitudes changed as more and more people began experimenting with online sex networks and casual hook-ups. The stigma associated with sex disappeared: no longer was it something 'dirty' to be hidden away. Women became more confident, increasingly willing to seek sex whenever they wanted or needed it, to use men for pleasure. Genetic based contraception for both women and men that could be switched on or off with a 10 minute visit to a pharmacist, prevalent from 2030 onwards, led to a new sexual revolution, far surpassing anything that had happened in the 1960s. Then there was the improved physical appearance, and longer lasting youth that genetic enhancement bought about. People who might have been shy about their appearance, or too unattractive to find a sexual partner easily no longer had any problems. Eternal youthfulness (well, people were staying physically young up until the average life expectancy of about 110 at this point) meant that the experience of age was combined with the libido of an 18 year old in both men and women. Society had changed too. Machines and 3-D printing were making most things by 2035. What couldn't be made by machine was being made in China, then when China became too wealthy and expensive, in India, then in south-eastern Europe after it collapsed economically, under the weight of climate refugees from sub-Saharan Africa, which became uninhabitable around 2060. The upshot was that people in the developed world had less and less to do, and under the Multinational Corporation Governments that began running the world after 2070, wealth was simply redistributed from the resources of the uninhabitable and abandoned tropical regions, into the pockets of those privileged to live in the climate-controlled megacities in northern Europe and North America. Pretty much all of Africa except the southern tip, almost all of Australia except the eastern coastal fringe, and much of South America were wastelands now, used only as continental scale open pit mines. The growth of the megacities was the response to the twin problems of overpopulation and climate change. So much of the Earth was uninhabitable, and population had grown so much, it was becoming difficult to accommodate the populations of most countries in the space available. The megacities are vast arrays of connected ultrahigh apartment buildings, linked by multilevel walkways, and with open spaces on the upper levels, beneath encasing roof structures. Blocks of four buildings are connected by central plazas and mezzanines, providing internal open spaces, surrounded by shops and services. The megacities had been roofed when temperatures began to rise beyond comfortable levels even in the parts of the world that used to be temperate. Essentially, the entire city was air-conditioned. Eventually though it became increasingly difficult to efficiently regulate the temperatures to consistent levels in most of the cities. The external temperatures were simply too high, and the energy demands needed to regulate temperatures at anything other than tropical levels were unsustainable. Because of this, citizens of the megacities began to wear less and less. By 2085, 40 years of genetic enhancement meant that everyone had near perfect bodies that they were happy (and eager!) to show off in public. In fact, given how hot everyone looked by then, it's possible that fashion would have become skimpier and more revealing anyway, but the climate more or less forced this to happen. Now that the norm was firm, 32D breasts above flat toned stomachs, curvy but tight asses, and long shapely legs, it gradually became increaingly common for women to wear less and less. Variations in body shape still existed, but mainly because of cultural or individual preferences as to what was considered sexy. Most women wore variations on what earlier in the century was called a bikini, cut either to reveal or emphasize the curves of their body. More formal attire was darker, and added lacy sections between the top and bottom sections, or over the arms and legs. The only element that had hardly changed in over 100 years is the high heels that most women wear, either pumps for more casual wear, or thigh high boots on formal occasions. Fashion for men, as it always has been, is more conservative. Most men are keen to show off their muscled chest and shoulders, and six-pack stomach, so usually go shirtless. It is too hot now to wear anything but shorts, but lengths vary regularly. Sometimes the fashion is to wear shorts cut tight, designed to emphasize to bulge of the ubiquitous nine or ten inch cock that most men now have. Other times, the fashion has been looser, and rather more casual. Footwear has had to adapt, with a new kind of shoe evolving to go with the minimalist attire that men currently sport. Two I work two hours per day, three days a week, to earn the Eurozone Credits I need to live on. Two hours? Looking back in the archives, at the long, tedious hours that people used to work, I can imagine the jealousy citizens of the past would have if they knew what the future was going to be like. It's simple really: with the massive population, and almost complete automation of most jobs, there just isn't the need for anyone to work any longer than this. We're well paid for the work we do, so our standard of living is still much higher than a century ago. Of course, the extra free time this provides us with has also contributed to the increasing obsession with sex that society now has. My job is in a research institute. I spend my time checking the outputs from the array of supercomputers that do most of the actual research these days. All I have to do is check for problems in the programing, and when there is output, whether results are confirmed, or whether further investigation and analysis are needed. Once a week I sit on a committee that discusses what it is that we'd like to have investigated next. Today when I went in, I caught up with the team that had been controlling the supercomputer array for the shift before mine. They didn't have anything unusual to report, and the two of them, Marcus and Antonia, were keen to finish so that they could get to the campus sex-gym for a post-shift workout. Antonia is a particularly hot redhead, with long, athletic legs and a high, tight ass, so I was hoping they'd still be there when my shift finished, so that I could join them later. When I entered the supercomputer monitoring suite, I found my shift co-worker, Cara, already in place. She was settled into one of the deep leather cushioned chairs that function as the base station for the cerebral-computer interface. We quickly said our hellos, then I settled into my interface chair, and for the next two hours I sent my mind skimming through the outputs of the supercomputer analyses. Cara has only been with the Institute for a week. She came with a reputation for research brilliance, and for being both sexually voracious and choosy about who she fucked. So far no one at the Institute has slept with her, although plenty of guys have tried. The rumor is that she is part of a complex semi-permanent five-way relationship, involving three guys and another woman. That kind of thing is pretty normal these days so doesn't raise many eyebrows: I'd say about half the people at the Institute are in similar relationships. I have seen Cara checking out a few of the guys around the campus though, so I suspect she's interested in taking on a few more partners. I thought I saw her checking me out once. I was just coming out of the cerebral interface, back into normal vision, and I could swear that her eyes were fixed on the bulge in my shorts. I even think I saw her fingers pull away from underneath the front of her G-string, but a moment later when I was fully decoupled from the interface she seemed engrossed in her work. I know that I've checked Cara out plenty of times over the past week! She wears the very latest in women's fashions, outfits so skimpy that essentially she is naked. She has dark olive skin that I find especially attractive, and thick brown hair, which she sweeps to one side of her face. Her tits are unbelievably firm, but huge, even larger than the D cups that most of the women at the Institute have. Somehow, despite barely covering her nipples, the top she wears keeps her tits high on her chest, giving her a deep cleavage that I find irresistible. Today, when I came out of the interface link, Cara was sat in her own interface chair, already finished, waiting for me; looking directly at me. "James," she said, "I haven't had sex for nearly 48 hours. I need you to fuck me now." This is 2099. A request like this is nothing out of the ordinary these days, but coming from Cara, I was somewhat taken aback. "Sure, but I was going to go to the gym, and catch up with Marcus and Antonia. And anyway, how can you have gone so long without sex? What has happened to your partners?" "Eric, Bill and Georgia are away on a research trip. I'm bored of Abraham, and I need a new partner. I know you're interested in me." "I sure am," I replied, barely able to repress the mental "Yesss!" that was running through my head. "Do you want to go to the gym, or a sex-pod?" "Maybe later; I can't wait that long though. I need my pussy licked out right now; then I want you inside me." We aren't really meant to have sex in the research areas. The Institute provides the sex-gym, and there are plenty of two or three person sex-pods scattered around the campus. The nearest is at the other end of the building though, and this was the last shift of the day, so we'd be undisturbed. Cara was clearly too horny to wait the minute or two it would take to walk to the sex-pod. Already Cara was sliding down into her interface chair, moving her ass to the edge of the cushioned surface, so that she could spread her long slim legs apart. I didn't need any more invitation, and after climbing out of my own chair, I positioned myself between her legs, admiring the way they stretched out either side of me. Her G-string had a small clasp that allowed it to come apart, falling away to reveal her smooth pussy mound, the long slit of her outer lips already spreading in anticipation, showing me her pink swollen clitoris, and the lips of her labia, ready for me to move my mouth down on to. I only paused for a moment, admiring her body: the flat stomach below those enormous tits, the tanned smooth flesh of her inner thighs, leading to her beautiful wet pussy. It was too long for Cara though. She grabbed the back of my head, and pushed my face into her pussy, forcing my tongue deep into her slit. There was nothing I could do but set to work, using my tongue to push into her, tasting the juices that were pooling at the base of her pussy. Sliding my hands under her ass to pull her into my face, and using my lips along with my tongue, I quickly began to revel in the experience of licking out my outrageously sexy co-worker for the first time. Soon she was writhing beneath me, moaning with pleasure, but constantly ordering me to lick more, to lick harder. By now my tongue and lips were flicking and sucking at her clit, and my chin was coated in the juices flowing from her. The only way I could keep up with her demands was to slide my fingers in. First one, but quickly two as she cried out for more; finally I had three fingers in her, and was rapidly frigging her as she pushed her hips up to force her clit onto my tongue. Cara's moans were driving me crazy. The wetness was flowing from her dripping slit faster than I could lap it up. Taking my mouth away from her pussy, I looked up at Cara, and asked, "Do you want to feel me inside you?" "Oh fuck yes! I've been thinking about having your cock inside me all week." Getting to my feet, I took one of Cara's hands and pulled her up from the interface chair. Behind her was a wall of monitor screens, mainly used as a backup for when there were problems with the retina embedded visualization. Powered down, the monitor screens were reflective enough that they made good mirrors. With my hands on Cara's butt cheeks, I guided her around, so that she could lean forward and use the monitor wall for support. Cara was curving her back down, making her ass stick up and out. The six inch heels she had kept on helped in lifting her ass up to the height of my cock, and spread her pussy lips so that I could see the wet, glistening interior of her pussy, open and ready for me to slide in. Admiring the way her deeply tanned skin looked with a sheen of sweat beading on it, I squeezed the perfect tight curves of her ass and steered my cock between her spread legs. As the bulge of my cockhead pushed between her pussy lips, Cara thrust her hips back in unison with my forward thrust. With that one motion I was buried in her up to the balls forcing Cara to gasp audibly as her body adjusted to the sensation of having me impaled deep inside her. My cock felt amazing as the walls of her pussy tightly clasped the full 10 inches of my shaft. "Oh god James, that feels so good!" "Your pussy feels awesome around my cock Cara. I can't believe we waited a week to do this." "I know: it serves me right for trying to play it cool. You're inside now though; so please, just fuck me senseless." With that, I started vigorously pounding into Cara, pulling my cock out until only the very tip was inside her, then sending it slamming back in. I kept this up for maybe five minutes, with each stroke progressively increasing the force of my thrusting, until Cara was gasping with pleasure as she felt my cock slide out of her and letting out an ecstatic scream each time I filled her again. The wall of monitors in front of us meant that I could see the look of open-mouthed pleasure on Cara's face as my cock sawed in and out of her. The force of my thrusting was making Cara's tits swing beneath her, whipping them from side to side as I sent my cock thrusting relentlessly into her. Cara's pussy juices were beginning to cream around my cock each time I pushed into her, and I slowed the pace down, using a grinding fuck that forced my shaft to angle against the walls of her pussy each time I penetrated her juicy wet slit. I kept this up until I could literally feel the juices flowing out of Cara's pussy and down over my balls. Then, as she began to tremble at the knees, so that I had to squeeze her ass even tighter to hold her up, I started a hard, pounding, thrusting fuck once again. This sent Cara over the edge. "Oh fuck James, I'm cumming!" Her pussy began to tighten and spasm around my cock. I could feel the spunk rising in my shaft, but continued my thrusting, slamming into Cara again and again as her hands began to slide down the monitor wall. Supporting her at the hips and making sure that my cock stayed fully buried in her, I let Cara down onto the floor, on her stomach, so that as I supported myself on my elbows above her, her butt cheeks pressed into my groin. On the floor, I continued pushing into her, and moved my mouth to Cara's neck, kissing her, whispering into her ear, telling her how sexy she was, how I loved being inside her, how I was going to fill her with my spunk. "Go on James, I want to feel you cum inside me." Cara's pussy was still clenching around my cock, and as she spoke, I exploded. Jerking my hips uncontrollably, I felt a huge slug of spunk move up my shaft, then spray into Cara, followed by a second ejaculation a moment later. My body relaxed, and as I sank onto Cara's back with my cock still buried in her, I rolled us both onto our side, so that I could reach round with my upper arm and put my hand over one of her massive breasts and gently squeeze it, feeling the firm flesh yield beneath my fingers. We stayed like this for a moment, getting our breath back. Cara was the first to move, getting up and slipping her bikini on before getting ready to leave. "Wow, thanks James, I think I'm going to enjoy working with you." "I'm going to hook up with Marcus and Antonia down at the gym now. You don't fancy coming down and playing with them do you?" "I'd love to; they look like a nice couple. But it'll have to be some other time. I've got places I need to be. See you tomorrow!" With that, Cara turned and left, giving me once last chance to admire her perfect legs and ass as she walked to the door and closed it behind her. I stood up and got my things together, ready to head down to the gym to meet up with Marcus and Antonia. Three The sex-gym is a large facility right at the heart of campus, as befitted its role in ensuring that the staff of the Institute remain satisfied, productive researchers. Walking into the spacious main room, the rhythmic slapping sound of bodies fucking, accompanied by moans of pleasure was clearly audible. Numerous groups of employees, ranging in size from two to 15 people, were writhing on the mats, or on the various apparatus, engaged in a variety of energetic sexual acts. Full length mirrors on all the walls magnified the effect, creating the impression of an endless room of thrusting, humping bodies. Earth 2099 Marcus and Antonia had obviously finished working out together. Marcus was recovering on a massage table with two gym attendants bent over him. One was using her unusually cushiony, soft breasts to slather massage oil over his chest. The other attendant, smaller and more petite, was using one hand to massage his thigh while the other worked oil into his balls. I could see the relaxed smile on Marcus's face from the other side of the room. Antonia was still working out. I could see her on her hands and knees, behind a circle of bodies, on a gangbang mat. Two guys were fucking her; her lips wrapped around the cock of one, while the other took her from behind, his balls slapping noisily against her ass with each rapid stroke. When, a few minutes later, they both ejaculated loudly into Antonia, the two guys were quickly replaced by two more eager participants. I thought about joining the circle around Antonia, but could see that there was quite a crowd waiting their turn. Instead, I wandered over to where Marcus was and lay down on the massage table next to him. The gym attendant with the huge cushiony tits moved over to me, and after squirting oil over my body, set about rubbing it into my chest and legs, and then my back, pushing her tits through the oil to smear it all over me. As a second attendant set about massaging my body with her hands, Marcus and I chatted about work for a while, before switching topics to what was going on around us. We both agreed that Antonia looked hot as she sat on the gangbang mat, breathless and flushed, recovering from her latest bout of spit-roasting. Over on the other side of the room, Han-Ye, a bright young-looking Asian senior scientist caught our eyes. She was in a sex-sling, a small chair suspended from the ceiling with feet stirrups hanging in front. The stirrups forced her legs high and wide, exposing and allowing easy access to her spread pussy. At the moment the sex-sling was set at head height, allowing Stacie, a pretty curly haired blonde, to stand between her legs and eat her out, but it was simple to lower the sling so that she could be fucked easily. Marcus and I both agreed that we'd have to wander over to her in a little while, to see if she'd be interested in playing with us. Our massages complete, and our cocks recovered, Marcus and I wandered back over to where Antonia was still the center of a circle of eager guys. I thought she was completely engrossed in the thick nine inch cock she was slurping on, but she saw us out of the corner of her eye, and disengaging from the two guys she was currently pinned between, she gave the circle of fans a breezy smile, and said, "Sorry guys, I'm just with these two for a while," motioning to us as she spoke, before walking over to greet us. "Hey James: great to see you again!" Antonia moved in toward me, kissing me fully on the mouth, pushing her tongue in, turning the kiss into a prolonged, passionate embrace. Her hands moved to my balls, weighing them, and squeezing them, making my cock twitch and firm up in response. Then, taking my cock in one hand, and Marcus's cock in the other, she led us to a free mat near the wall of the gym. "OK guys, I've had plenty of pounding now. Marcus, I want to ride you. James, I'll suck you for a while, to get you warmed up, before I decide what I want to do with you." For the moment, I decided not to mention to Marcus and Antonia that I was already plenty warmed up after my session with Cara. Instead, I watched as Marcus lay down on the floor while Antonia straddled him, lowering herself onto his jutting, erect penis reverse cowgirl style. Once she was in position, I stood in front of her, and put my hands on her shoulders, while she reached round and grabbed my ass, pulling me in toward her mouth. Antonia is skilled at both riding and sucking cock, and for a few minutes we all focused on the sensations in our bodies as Antonia ground her pussy over Marcus's erection and bobbed her mouth up and down over my swollen shaft. Soon Antonia was gasping as she began to reach orgasm, and she took her mouth away from my cock, and held it, with her hand clamped tightly around the shaft, concentrating on sliding her pussy up and down Marcus's cock. I could see that this extra attention was pushing both of them to the brink of cumming, and I looked on as my friends focused on pleasuring each other as completely as possible. Marcus came first; his face screwing up with effort as he lifted his hips one final time and grunted with release. It was obvious that that final explosion had set Antonia off: she let out a final massive groaned "YESSS," and slumped forward, letting me take her weight. Marcus lay back, and Antonia rolled off him, dragging me down onto her as she did so. Antonia pulled me onto her tits, pushing them into my mouth, instructing me to suck on them hard. I obeyed eagerly, feeling the stiff pert nipples firm up beneath my lips, flicking my tongue over them, rolling the nipples in my mouth as my hands squeezed her tits, pushing them together, sucking the whole tit as deeply into my mouth as its generous size would allow. Then, taking control, I straddled Antonia with my cock lodged between her tits, watching them shake on her chest as I tit-fucked her. Seeing my cock buried between Antonia's beautiful tits was almost more than I could take. I was close to cumming, so called out to Antonia, "Where do you want me to cum? I'm gonna explode on your tits soon if we keep this up." "I want you to cum inside me James. Get off me for a second, and we'll change position." Antonia is lithe, long-legged and athletic, and as soon as I dismounted, she rolled on her back, throwing her legs into the air; then sending them parallel with the ground so that she was supported by her head and upper back, with her legs hanging over her, feet almost touching the ground. Standing above her, in this position her pussy was spread and exposed to the air, a welcoming pit that it was easy to guide my cock directly down into as I supported her ass and lower back with my hands. Once inside her, I set about sliding my cock in and out of Antonia, whilst using my fingers to stimulate her clit at the same time. Antonia was skilful, and squeezed and released her legs as I fucked her, increasing the pressure on my cock as I bottomed out in her and began my up-stroke. This was fun, intense sex, exactly why I love meeting up with Antonia and Marcus for a workout after my shift. Very quickly, I could feel my cock throbbing as the stimulation of Antonia's tight, but very wet pussy bought me to the brink of climax. A few thrusts later I was over the edge. My balls tightened as spunk was released from them, and my cock throbbed with an even greater intensity as the pulse of semen shot up it. In this position I was literally spraying my ejaculation down into Antonia's contracting pussy, and I could see it pool in her, then overflow over her clit and ass when I thrust my cock back in one final time. Spent, I withdrew, falling to the floor. Antonia unrolled her back so that she was lying alongside me. Marcus, who had been watching all this, moved up to Antonia and kissed her, before turning to look at both of us and saying, "That was awesome. What a way to end a workout." "Yeah, thanks guys. Are you two at work on Monday? I'll catch you then hopefully." "Yep, we'll see you tomorrow for sure. We've got to hit the showers now; we're off to a party tonight." "Have fun." Marcus had obviously forgotten our plan to go and chat to Han-Ye, but then, he and Antonia had been hard at it in the gym for longer than I had, even allowing for the sex I'd had with Cara before I met them. I hadn't forgotten though, and as I drank a protein shake to recover from fucking Antonia, my eyes wandered over to where Han-Ye and Stacie were playing in the sex-slings. They had swapped around. Stacie was now in the sling, and as I looked over, she was screaming with pleasure as Professor Andrews, a large muscular black man, was thrusting into her. Both of Stacie and Professor Andrews were obviously in the middle of their orgasms. Han-Ye was stood to one side, fingering herself as she watched her colleague get fucked by their boss. Watching Professor Andrews withdraw, give his cock to Han-Ye to lick clean, then walk away, I realized than now was the perfect time to go and introduce myself. "Hi Han-Ye, Hi Stacie; you looked like you enjoyed yourself then Stacie!" "Hello James; Oh yes, I always love it when Professor Andrews comes and fucks with the staff." "I was watching you in the sling before Hay-Ye, you looked amazing! I was wondering if you'd like to work out with me for a while." "Sure. I saw what you were doing with Antonia before: it was pretty hot. We'll have to get together to do that sometime." "Just say the word. I'd really like to play in the slings right now though." Even as we were speaking, Stacie was helping Han-Ye back into the slings. Soon, Han-Ye was suspended at waist height in front of me, her thin legs spread wide apart, kept in position by the tension on the foot stirrups. I positioned myself between Han-Ye's legs, and Stacie moved alongside her body, briefly lowering her mouth over one of her perky cone shaped tits, and sucking on the large dark nipple, before moving away and indicating with a wave of her hand that Han-Ye was ready. "Come on James, fuck me." I didn't need any more encouragement. Guiding my cock toward her petite body, I slid inside her, marveling at how tight her pussy felt as it surrounded my cock. The sling allowed me to put her legs over my shoulders, deepening my penetration, and forcing my cock to rub against her clit. Then, holding onto her legs, I started fucking Han-Ye, using the rocking motion of the sling to increase my rhythm, pushing her away with each thrust of my hips, so that I was stood still and she slid on and off my cock. Each time Han-Ye slid down the 10 inches of my shaft, she let out a prolonged moan, ending with a shocked gasp as she bottomed out, her pubic mound slapping against my groin, before a thrust of my hips sent her sliding back up my cock again. The sling made it easy to keep up this fast rhythmic fucking, with Han-Ye sliding down my cock again, and again and again. The sensation this was creating along my shaft was amazing, with Han-Ye's tight pussy stimulating the every nerve in my cock each time she slid up and down. My cock was having a similar effect on Han-Ye. Her moans were turning into one continuous, open-mouthed scream of pleasure as the nerves in her clit and vagina were constantly stimulated by the rubbing of my penis as she slid up and down it. Han-Ye was starting to gush now, with each thrust of my cock pushing juices out of her, coating her inner thighs, and making my shaft shine under the lights of the gym. Glancing around, I saw us reflected in the mirror. Seeing my thick engorged cock slide deep into Han-Ye's small delicate body was unbelievably hot. Behind us, I could see that Stacie had got into the sling alongside ours, and was watching us with her legs spread wide and her fingers frantically rubbing at her clit. I gripped Han-Ye's legs tighter, and redoubled the intensity of my pounding, intent on bringing us both to a shattering orgasm. My increased efforts had the desired effect. I could feel my cock swelling even more as my orgasm built, and Han-Ye's pussy was feeling both tighter and wetter as I thrust into her. We both knew it was coming, and Han-Ye was calling out, "Yes, yes, harder, harder," as she urged me to send us both over the edge. Moments later, it happened. "Ohhhh, fuck yes James, I'm cumming!" "Ughhh, I'm going to explode Han-Ye. Ohhh, that feels good, yessss!" I erupted into her, feeling the spunk jet out of my shaft as I filled her with my semen. Han-Ye collapsed back into the sling, unable to hold herself anymore. I helped her out of the sling and onto her feet. For a few moments she clung to me, unable to support herself. Then, with a long probing kiss, she thanked me, and went back to where Stacie was still suspended in her sling. It was nearly three hours since my shift had ended. I still had to establish a cerebral connection with the driverless-car coordination center, to make sure that my car would be waiting at the door when I walked out of the Institute. Establishing the link as I walked to the showers, I looked back happily on a productive and invigorating afternoon at work. Later, sat looking out of the window of my car as I was driven home, I let my mind drift back to the events of the previous month. Four Sex was made an Olympic sport in the 2084 Olympiad. The Winter Games were discontinued in 2062 because snow sports were nearly impossible as winters got warmer and warmer. There had been growing dissatisfaction with the Summer Games, as widespread use of gene therapy in the general population meant that it was impossible to police genetic doping in athletes. Essentially, athletes had to choose to give up on the advantages of modern medicine in order to compete, and speed and endurance sports were becoming increasingly meaningless as the genetically improved 'normal' population became fitter and faster than doping free 'athletes'. One by one, sports were dropped. Cycling was first, in 2072, followed by swimming in 2076. Finally the track and field events were dropped in 2080. All that was left were the 'skill' sports: archery, shooting, gymnastics, diving and so on. Televised live sex shows had become common from about 2070 onward, and had gradually evolved from simple pornography into a formalized sport. In 2084, with no more speed and endurance sports left, sex was added to the Olympic program, to increase the number of sports featured. For the 2088 Olympics, all the other sports were left out. Interest in any sport that wasn't competitive sex had dropped completely away. Instead, the simple sex marathons that had featured in 2084 were replaced by an ever increasing range of events, as every possible position and combination became a separate event, and stamina events, based on length of time spent fucking, or the number of partners fucked over a set time, were joined by the artistic sex sports, where style, grace and 'orgasmic beauty' were what counted. I am on the fringes of the Olympic program. The England South team is highly competitive, and the qualifying standards for the 2100 Olympics are incredibly high. Even so, I compete in National and European level tournaments, and train with the Olympic squad on three of the days that I don't work at the Institute, either as a sparring partner for some of the Elite female athletes, or training for my own event. My sport is the team endurance blowjob. The premise is simple, although it is a tough sport to do well in. Each team has a male and female competitor. In competition, the female team member has to perform a blowjob on the male competitor from the opposing team. The woman who brings her opponent to orgasm the quickest is the winner of each round. The female member of the team has to be a highly skilful cocksucker, while the male member has to have great powers of endurance in order to resist cumming quickly. I almost never train with my teammate, Zoe, as she is so talented there is a danger I might get into the habit of blowing my load too quickly if we trained together regularly. Instead, I mostly train with three or four other female athletes from the team blowjob squad, or, if they're resting between training bouts, I'll make myself available for the artistic cock riding squad, where all I have to do is lie back and let them practice their routines on me. About once a month I have a training session with Zoe, just to check that I am up to competition standard. Zoe is an especially talented athlete, with thick thighs and a generous ass below a tiny waist, and plump curvy lips that she uses to spectacular effect. Invariably, I come home from those training sessions completely drained, with my cock hanging limp between my legs after I have been repeatedly sucked dry. Our last competition was a month ago, and was the largest I have taken part in to date, with the greatest number of international competitors. It was also my first experience of top-level tournament conditions, which were extremely daunting, compared to the more informal competitions I had participated in so far. We did fairly well, but since we didn't win it, our places in the Olympic squad are in serious doubt, especially mine. Full Olympic tournament conditions are not the arena with a baying crowd that smaller competitions often are. Instead, the aim is to provide no distractions so that the competition is a true test of the cocksucker's skill and her partner's endurance. For this reason, we are also separated, with each bout taking place in separate rooms, rather like an old-fashioned squash court, with each room painted white, and only a king-size bed in the center, made up with a plain white sheet, but no other covers. The male competitors are prohibited from masturbating or having any sex for six hours before each bout. Each team therefore only competes once or twice a day at most. Usually though, Zoe and I will fuck 20 or 30 minutes before my six-hour exclusion period, to make sure that I am as drained as possible before each bout, hopefully increasing my stamina when I go into competition later that day. The tournament was a knockout format. Zoe was somewhere else in the arena. I'd have no idea how she got on in each bout until we were told separately whether we'd made it through to the next round. I had to be sucked to orgasm irrespective of what Zoe did, to make sure that all the teams that made it through each round were on an equal footing each time. First up, we were against a French team. I lay back on the bed, sensing the TV cameras focusing on my every move. The woman on the French team approached the bed. Another difference between Olympic level tournaments and those at a lower level was that she wasn't naked. This was to meant ensure that it was solely her cocksucking talent that influenced the outcome. Following complaints from viewers and from the TV channels, the female competitors no longer wore shapeless garments that completely shrouded their body shape though. Instead, she wore a one-piece Lycra bodysuit, which covered her body from the neck down, but still allowed me to see the curves of her tits and ass. She was good looking, and my cock twitched slightly at the sight of her. This made me nervous about how long I was going to be able to last. I remembered all of my training, and focused, trying to shut my mind to what was going on around me. I closed my eyes, and at that moment, felt her lips around the base of my cock, and her tongue swirl against my shaft. Within moments I was stiffening up, the growing head of my cock pressing into her throat. As my cock grew, the Frenchwoman tried to keep her lips pressed against my balls, endeavoring to keep all of me in her mouth. Soon though, she was gagging, and had to slide her mouth back up my shaft, leaving the bottom three inches exposed. Knowing that she wasn't going to be able to swallow me entirely increased my confidence, although the head of my cock was still lodged at the back of her throat, and I could feel it throbbing with increasing intensity as she forced it into the back of her mouth. As she got used to the size of me, the Frenchwomen began to suck more, keeping her lips clamped tightly around my shaft and her tongue pressed into the base of it, maintaining pressure along the full length as she moved her mouth up and down. I'll give the Frenchwoman credit, I was enjoying her work; but at this stage I felt confident that it would be a while yet before I blew my load. Relaxing into the blowjob more, I felt able to open my eyes, and for a while I watched her, as she used all the skill she had, working her lips up and down my shaft, varying the pressure and pace to try and force me to ejaculate. Earth 2099 Unknown to me, by this stage Zoe had already used her talented mouth to bring the overeager Frenchman to a shuddering orgasm, which according to competition rules, she had to completely swallow. She told me later that if there had been a prize for the quantity of semen ejaculated, he'd be a clear winner, but as it was, his lack of self-control meant that he and his partner were out of the tournament. At the time though, I didn't know this, and was still attempting the difficult task of enjoying the competition-standard blowjob I was receiving without letting myself enjoy it to the point of release. Seeing me watch her, the Frenchwoman was trying to catch my eye, trying to get a response from me. She obviously knew that eye-contact, and even the briefest of sultry looks could make a huge difference to how quickly she could make me cum, and was trying to use all of the tricks available to her. The oral onslaught on my cock continued. The Frenchwoman was throwing everything at it; once again attempting to force her mouth close to the base of my fully erect penis, then forcing her mouth up and down its length at lightning speed, using her lips and tongue to maximum effect. In the end, it was when she moved her mouth up to the end, and keeping just the bulbous head of my cock in her mouth, sucked as hard as she could that I could take no more and finally exploded, thrusting my cock up into her mouth as jets of semen were released from my balls. She kept my cock in her mouth until she was sure that she'd sucked me dry. Then, after giving me the ceremonial kiss that ends each bout, we both left the arena, comparing notes as we went. In the corridor we were told the results of the other bout, and conceding defeat, the Frenchwoman left me, with my parting words being reassurance that it certainly wasn't her fault that her team had lost. The next round was the following day, so Zoe and I relaxed, and spent a fun night together, engaging in some simple but satisfying fucking. I didn't dare let her suck me, but after a day spent giving a blowjob without any sex in return, she needed me to spend a good hour with my head between her legs, followed by a hard missionary fuck, and then, in the morning, a quick pounding that left us both ready for the day ahead. Our match-up today was against a South African team, who are popular opponents because they are the only squad from the African continent now that most of it is uninhabitable. Once again, I went into the exclusion zone under the gaze of the scrutineers, there to ensure that I didn't try to masturbate minutes before the bout. The six hours dragged on, but eventually I was led to the room for my bout, my arrival timed to coincide with that of my competitor. She was in the usual black Lycra bodysuit, but it didn't do a very good job of hiding the thick curves of her ample thighs, her large shapely butt, or her soft breasts, squashed slightly by the tight bodysuit. She had a pretty smile, with full heart-shaped lips that I was already imagining wrapped around my cock. My inability to play it cool when faced with my competitor was betraying me again! I lay back on the bed, trying to make sure I wasn't stiff even before she began to suck me. I felt the bed yield slightly as she got on it and approached me on her hands and knees. Panicked, I only had a few seconds to close my eyes and try and get into the zone. It was too late. I felt her breath on my cock as she held her mouth poised above it. Unable to control myself, I began to stiffen even before she moved her mouth to the tip. By the time her mouth was wrapped around the head of my cock, I was already rock hard, and finding it difficult to prevent myself from bucking my hips up, pushing my cock up into her mouth. She was a noisier, more energetic sucker than the Frenchwoman had been. Within seconds of taking me into her mouth, she was slurping loudly, using a wet sloppy technique to send her mouth up and down my shaft. The good news was that the method she was using, with lots of saliva, reduced the friction of her lips on my cock, which thankfully stopped me from blowing my load right then. The bad news was that it still felt amazing, and I just couldn't stop myself from opening my eyes and watching the way she was greedily slobbering at my cock. I managed to hold on for a while, mostly because of the sloppy technique she was using. When she started deep throating me though, I started to feel my balls twitch immediately. Unlike the Frenchwoman, this South African could take almost my entire length. She moved her lips until they were only an inch away from the base of my cock and started using small forceful downward head movements to push the tip of my cock against the back of her throat. That was it. My cock experienced a wave of pure pleasure as I lost control and came violently, with a groan that I knew the TV commentators would be talking about for the rest of the day. Within seconds she was gagging as jet after jet of my spunk shot down her throat. I felt ecstatic with the intensity of the orgasm, but also disappointed as I was sure I'd lost the bout for us. In the end, I just sagged back onto the bed until the ceremonial kiss and was escorted out of the room to await the verdict. Somehow we'd pulled it off! There were only seconds in it, but Zoe had managed to get her South African opponent cumming quickly in her mouth as well. I guess I should never underestimate just how talented Zoe is, but right at that moment, all my admiration was directed at the South African woman who had got me to lose control so quickly. In the corridor, magnanimous with victory, I had nothing but praise for her. After the bout, Zoe took me back to our room to prepare for the following day. As always, once in the room, my first priority was to make sure that Zoe, who was horny and unsatisfied after her day sucking cock, got the hard fucking she needed to relieve her frustration and help her relax. She spent the rest of the night comforting and reassuring me, as I still felt guilty about the close call in the competition that day. In the morning we fucked spooned together, my hands on Zoe's tits as I held her close to me. We'd be up against the Americans next, who had a reputation as formidable opponents. We went through the usual routine. Six hours in the exclusion zone, the walk to the stadium, the first glance at my opponent, followed by my lying back on the bed waiting for the start of the action. Today's opponent was a tall slim blonde, with long hair that reached down her back. She had a lean athletic body, but looked good in an extra-tight bodysuit, that seemed as if it had been chosen two sizes too small, emphasizing how hot her body was. She had a determined look in her eyes, and a rather serious expression, with somewhat pouty lips. There was no slow, seductive approach. She marched up to the bed, got between my legs and immediately moved her mouth over my cock. I'd managed to prevent myself from stiffening up before she approached me, but this only allowed her to take me whole. Using her lips and tongue, she quickly had me ramrod hard. That was when I realized I was dealing with a completely different class of opponent. She couldn't just swallow all of my 10 inch cock; she had room to spare, and was almost taking my balls into her mouth as well. From then on, it was no contest. She was skilful beyond belief, and my cock spent the rest of the bout lodged firmly down the back of her throat as she gave me a blowjob that felt more like I was being ridden by someone trying to grind their pussy into me as firmly as possible. Her ability to control her breathing as she took all of me was hugely impressive. She never once moved her lips from where they were pressed against my groin, but just spent the whole time moving her mouth back and to, forcing my cock to move around over her tongue. It only took five minutes before I was cumming, and after going through the post-bout ceremonials and waiting in the corridor for another 10 minutes, I knew what the result would be before it was announced. That was that. There was no way we could win the tournament now. We still had one more bout in the third-fourth playoff, which we went on to win against a German team, but we were too disappointed by the fact that we hadn't done enough to make the Olympic squad to really care. The Americans got first in the end, beating the Chinese in the final. Five Sitting in the back of the car, moving smoothly through the streets of London South, with the buildings towering over my head and the sun refracting through the thick glass of the overhead dome, I mentally compared the events at the tournament last month with the relaxed environment of the sex-gym, and the pleasure I'd just had fucking my friends and colleagues. Maybe leaving the stressful world of competitive sex behind wouldn't be such a bad thing. Approaching the halfway point of my trip, I was surprised as the car slowed to a crawl. There was some sort of congestion ahead, an almost unheard of occurrence these days, as the movement of all vehicles are controlled by a central computer system that ensures the smooth passage of all traffic. Looking out of the window, I saw that there was some sort of protest. Engaging the cerebral link, I quickly scanned the news items flashing across my retina, trying to find out what was going on. Finding the relevant news story, I read it: they were morality campaigners, protesting about the 'permissiveness' and 'sin' in today's society. I was surprised; I thought that the protest groups that campaigned like this had given up in the 2060s, realizing that they'd lost, that there were only a handful of people who thought like them now, that society had changed for the good, forever. Extremists, be they Islamic fundamentalists or Christian fundamentalists, or even eco-puritan fundamentalists, have always been opposed to the way the world has been slowly changing into the world we have today. Briefly, in the 2030s and 2040s, it looked like they might win, as they committed atrocity after atrocity, shooting after shooting. In the end though, the changes moving through society proved to be an unstoppable force. Even so, we are told that out there beyond the megacities, on the fringe of the uninhabitable zone, there are still communities that cling to the old ways, along with communities displaced from their original country by the changing environment, and now excluded from the megacities because they had nothing to offer, or wouldn't adapt to the new ways. Every day, more and more news stories are filtering through of growing unrest, of hostile incursions. Now it looked like there were calls to arrest the slide into 'immorality' from even within the megacities. Eventually, my car passed the protestors, and I continued on my journey home. For the moment, I put my thoughts on the threats to our way of life in the modern world to one side. For now, I had much to look forward to. My neighbor usually invited me round to play in the evenings; tomorrow there was that new nightclub I was planning to check out; and on Monday I would be back at work, pushing back the frontiers of knowledge, and fucking my colleagues afterwards.