I waited for more, but Hal seemed to want to let the drama build before revealing anything. I ordered a coffee from the kitchen replicator, which resembled a food mixer, and glanced around to make sure nothing too alien was sitting out, waiting for Gemma to find it and wreck everything.
“I’ve had in mind for some time”, Hal explained, “a collection of ruses which would persuade any visitors that two hundred full-time staff work on the site and are involved in building the hangars, aircraft and spacecraft, as well as ancillary structures.”
I gawped at him. “And how, pray, do you hope to pull the wool over the eyes of very smart people to quite that extent?”
“Holography. It is an accepted method during entertainments on Takanli and hundreds of other planets. That which is not real is made to appear real.”
He talked me through the plan. It was inspired, bold, virtually impossible to unravel and brilliantly innovative. We agreed on the details, by which time I was almost late to collect Gemma from the station. “Right. Now listen carefully, Hal. You’ve spoken to Gemma before, and she likes you.”
“Most gratifying”, Hal gushed.
“Quite. Well, I like this girl and I want to keep things sweet. Under no circumstances whatsoever is she to learn that I have ever visited another planet, or even left the Earth. No trace of alien involvement is permitted. None of the machines are to be out or working when she is around. I want you to hide all of them, and anything else incriminating. Got it?”
Hal searched the house, using his wireless communicator, and ensured that all was as it should have been. “Now you’ve done some major restructuring work, which I love, but Gemma was only here ten days ago and she’ll be very surprised by the amount of change that has gone on. I don’t want anything else weird to crop up. OK?”
He was silent for a second or two. “Does it appear that you are speaking with one of those electronic toothbrushes with a spiffy LCD in the handle? Do I look like a ‘guess your weight’ machine?”
I grabbed my jacket and keys. “Alright, alright, alright… keep your… motherboard on.”
*****
“I can’t believe it!”, she gasped, “I hardly recognise the place”. Gemma was just as impressed as I was by the new garden and the curving driveway, the new garage.
“Wait until you see inside! They really went nuts. The producer told me to be really honest about what I wanted, so that my reactions would look genuine when they unveiled it at the end. I loved it straight away.”
She went gooey over the living room where, I remembered vividly, I had kissed her pussy for the first time. She sat down on the couch, her memory as clear as mine.
“I had a rather good time on this couch last time I sat on it”. She grinned mischievously. “You should market this, could make even more money…”, she spelled out the words in mid-air, “the orgasmic couch… Come Home, Sit Down, Get Off”. I had a good laugh about that. “Any chance of some more of that?” she wondered, parting her legs slightly. She was wearing a short, summer dress and tank top which accentuated her fabulous breasts. I could see all the way up the inside of her thighs, where white cotton panties hid her mound.
“I should think so.” I joined her on the sofa and we kissed, slowly and tenderly, like people who had learned each other a little and were confident enough just to be themselves. I teased her at length, tickling the inside of her thighs with probing, soft fingertips, coming close to the fabric of her panties but denying her the contact she craved. Instead I lifted up her tank top and sucked lovingly on her hard nipples. They were firm and brown, standing up from her breasts like little mountains of sensitivity. She moaned and giggled as I sucked, licked and gently nibbled on them, willing my hand closer to her secret places but allowing me to take my time. We had the whole weekend, four days, together.
“Want to continue this upstairs? The bedroom is rather transformed as well.” Gemma nodded, pulled off her tank top and followed me upstairs.
“God, you naughty boy, I’m soaking”, she whispered as we reached the bedroom. “I suppose I’ll be pretty much soaking all weekend.”
“I hope so”, I grinned, as I opened the bedroom door. Gemma gasped and immediately jumped on my massive bed and lay back, instantly noticing the mirror which covered over half of the ceiling.
“Oh… my… God.” She waved at herself in the mirror. “And some home decoration TV show put this on for you?” she asked, unzipping her skirt.
“Er, no. This I added later. What do you think?”
She stretched out like a lazy cat, wearing only her panties, enjoying the enormous space the bed offered. “I think we’re going to have a really good time.” She crooked a finger at me and motioned me to the bed.
Her first orgasms were quick, needful, almost desperate. Although she didn’t yet want to share it with me, I had the strong suspicion she masturbated most days. I wondered if that included this morning, and was about to ask when she pushed me back and started gently licking my penis. It quickly grew to its customary hardness and length and she pressed it against her face and kissed it lovingly. “Hi there”, she whispered. “Sorry I’ve been away for a while… I hope your boss has been treating you well”, she grinned at me and licked my tip. “I’m going to treat you really well”, she purred. “I’m going to show you how much I love you… and how much I love him”, she glanced at me.
Her mouth was just heavenly. I let her please me, stroking her back and playing with the soft hairs around her cunt. Her wetness permeated everything there, matting her hairs together and forming a delicious layer on her outer lips, which I played with. “You know what happens when you blow me like that, Gemma”, I warned.
“Just getting you warmed up, baby. I want your first orgasm inside my pussy. Then your second in my mouth. The third in my bottom. I want you to fill all of my holes. If you can do a fourth, and I’m fairly sure you can, I’d like that back in my pussy. Each hole can take turns. How does that sound?”
“Perfect”, I smiled, as she went back to sucking me. After a minute more, without bringing me too close, she straddled me and rubbed my glans against her cunt.
“How many times do you think you can come?”, she asked as she slid down onto me. “I mean, I had dozens or orgasm in London last weekend. I think I owe you a few extra”. She began a steady, slow rhythm, accepting my huge cock into her body for the first time since Sunday. “God you feel good”, she breathed.
“I’m not sure”, I said, stroking her back and cupping her ass in my hands. “I’ve come six times in one day once, but that was a while ago.” I was remembering the outrageous concert orgy during my first week on Takanli, when I had shot my sixth load into some girl while watching Falik getting balled senseless. My thoughts didn’t stray far from Gemma, however. Her strong pussy muscles were gripping me, slipping up and down on my erect shaft.
“I want as many as you can give me… six would be nice… two in each hole”, she grinned as she put a hand between her legs and brought herself to a delicious, cock-squeezing orgasm. I spun her over and made love to her, lying between her legs and kissing her constantly. I needed to come, and she knew that, and it was OK. “It is only your first one… I know there is more”, she smiled, kissing me. “Give me your cum, right up inside me”. I loved it when she talked dirty.
Within moments, I obliged. Slowing my strokes to enhance the pleasure, I felt the semen rush up from within me as strong, muscular jolts forced the stream out and into the welcoming pussy of my girlfriend. She held me close as I came, arms around me, feeling each spurt as it arrived. I withdrew and lay beside her, letting my breathing return to normal. Gemma’s eyes sparkled when she looked at me, gazed into mine.
Two hours later I was kneeling behind her, slipping my cock in and out of her wonderfully tight bumhole. She had experienced orgasms beyond counting – literally, we had both lost count – and I was just about ready for my sixth, into her hot little ass. She had banned me from masturbating her when fucking her from
behind. It was far too intense, she said. The combination of my cock inside her and my fingers on her clit caused eruptions of pleasure which shook her body and brought dozens of orgasms, but she could take no more. She left me to come in my own time. I loved the sight of her kneeling up for me, the supplication of it perhaps additionally arousing, as well as the sight of my penis vanishing into her tight, hot hole. All of this together pushed me over the edge and I poured yet another steaming torrent of cum into her bottom. My balls felt like I had jetted out a pint of sperm this afternoon, and surely it wasn’t much less than that. Each orgasm, at least these days, was a river of whiteness. I could barely remember the comparatively tiny, although hugely satisfying climaxes I had experienced before my travels. It was perhaps my favourite of the Takanli enhancements, but all that Gemma knew was that I had a very large penis which could be erect within ten minutes of an orgasm, and that I came in rivers.
We washed each other in the bathroom and cuddled up in bed. “You know what would make this perfect afternoon all the more perfect?”, she asked, playing with the hairs on my forearms.
“A nice dinner and a few glasses of wine?”
She smiled warmly. “That too… You mentioned a little while ago that you used to smoke marijuana.”
I grinned. “Yes, I believe I did. It has been a while.”
She propped herself up on an elbow and looked at me. “Have you got any at the moment?”
I slid a warm hand the whole length of her body, from her ass to her shoulder, and down to her breasts, where I squeezed them gently. I hardly knew I was doing it; it just seemed to make sense, whenever I was near her, to be fondling and playing with her body. “I’m sure I can cobble something together. You relax here.”
After a leisurely stretch, I slid out of bed and padded down the stairs to talk to Hal. Forager had been hiding in the CD storage under the hi-fi, and he quickly produced what I was looking for. I returned to Gemma, who was spread out across the bed, enjoying the extra room, her pussy still swollen and red from our lovemaking.
“Bingo”, I announced, holding up a large bag of sticky weed and a pack of rolling papers. I was slightly rusty, but within a few minutes had a perfectly decent joint ready to go.
Being high changed our sex in a wonderful way. The pace of everything slowed markedly, so that we took our time more with each act. When Gemma went down on me, as she did soon after we had finished the joint, her mouth was even warmer, softer, more loving and attentive than before. She enjoyed playing with my foreskin, pulling it back to expose my glans, which she licked with broad, wet tongue-strokes, and then slipping my foreskin forward to help give friction to my tip. Her tongue was everywhere on me, tracing my urethra, down to my balls, which she sucked and licked while maintaining her regular stroking of my cock.
“Let’s make love again”, she whispered, releasing my cock and lying back to offer herself to me. I returned the favour before mounting her. Lying between her legs, I licked and sucked on her labia, enjoying the wetness I was causing. She asked me to stay away from her clit, which was just too sensitive at the moment, so I tongued her entrance and got to know her inner and outer lips like never before. Then it was time to fuck. I angled my penis to nestle into her opening, and pushed slowly forward. Her wetness enveloped me instantly and her face told me just how much pleasure she felt, taking me into her body yet again. “I want your cum in my pussy again… and then my mouth…”, she whispered, a stream of the sexiest, most provocative desires and fantasies, interrupted only by my deeper thrusts, which caused words to catch in her throat as she gasped.
“I know you can give me a lot more”, she whispered as I enjoyed the warmth inside her, “I know you can fuck me all night… I need it so much… I love you, I love your cock, I love having sex with… you… “. She paused to allow a violent orgasm to pass through her body. “I want you so much… give it to me as much as you can…” My cock was reaching its critical point and her dirty talk wasn’t slowing me down. I let her know. “Yes… give me more cum… I want it… pour yourself into me… give me your hot, sticky cum, right up in my cunt…” That was too much. The familiar sensations appeared, in sequence, in a rising torrent of pleasure, and I shot my white load into her soft, wet pussy.
After a long time, which seemed even longer through the marijuana lens, we managed to speak and to move once more. My cock was definitely tired and my balls ached more than I could ever remember. Gemma’s little pussy must have been crying out for help by this point, and she seemed on the verge of going to sleep. I roused her and we showered together. I left her on her own for the last few minutes while I dashed downstairs to take care of dinner. The replicator rustled up a bacon and blue cheese calzone for us both and I brought this upstairs, with a nice, expensive bottle of red. I wasn’t much of a wine connoisseur but Hal claimed the stuff retailed for £600 a bottle, so it can’t have been terrible. Gemma emerged from the shower with one of my towels wrapped around her head, and nothing else.
“Had to wash my hair”, she explained, still a little bleary and stoned. “I found a whole load of your cum in there from that second time you… well, I’m sure you remember. Hey, where did this come from? Awesome!”
We tucked into the food and Gemma asked how the project was coming along. “Pretty good. We’ve got the lease at Sculthorpe from the beginning of the month, and the drawings for the hangars and production spaces are ready. Just got to get in there and build it, then we’ll really see some progress.”
“How many people have you got working for you?”, she asked, taking a large gulp of her wine.
“Oh, a couple of hundred now”, I lied, “and more later. There’s an agency doing most of the personnel work for us, so I don’t have to think about it much.” I decided to change the subject straight away. “Hey, would you like to come along on one of the later test flights?”
She stared at me, almost dropped her pizza. “Me?”
“Yeah, I’m planning to ride along on most of them. The orbital ones are going to be a blast.” She was nodding, thrilled. “We could take a couple of days up there, you know… carry out some experiments… try some activities in zero-G to see how they compare”. We chuckled together. Naturally, I knew already that zero-G sex was awesome beyond words, but I looked forward to introducing Gemma to all of the positions and sensations.
After dinner we relaxed in the living room with a couple of movies. Gemma was quiet, a little sleepy after the vigorous exercise, great food and terrific, endless sex. I carried her upstairs after the film finished and lay her gently in our bed, as I now thought of it. Pulling her clothes off, she couldn’t resist saying, “can we have one more little fuck, before we go to sleep? Please?”
She lay back and let me make love to her, slowly and gently. We kissed throughout, almost constantly, loving the sensations, the pleasures, and each other. “Where do you want me this time?”, I asked as the inevitable approached.
“I’d love you all over my face, actually, but I don’t want to have to shower again…”, she answered. “Put it in my pussy, really deep.” I obliged, building up with slow, deep strokes and then pouring an eighth load of sperm into her warm little cunt, lodging my cock right up against her cervix as I let go.
I got my breath back – or pretended to, this kind of exertion representing only a tiny fraction of my enhanced capacities – and held Gemma close. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”, I asked.
“Fuck your brains out”, she answered, sleepily. “You?”
“It’s a surprise. I think you’ll like it.”
Chapter XXXVIII: Security Leak
Despite it being 6.20am on a Saturday, Hal insisted on waking me by buzzing my communicator. I made sure Gemma hadn’t awakened, and headed downstairs.
“Who’s dead, Hal? I’m not wearing the Inducer tonight, and yesterday was a little bit taxing. Some astronauts need their sleep. What’s up?”
Hal kept his voice down, and spoke gravely. “I think someone may have fou
nd the Phoenix.”
My heart pumped violently. Oh, God, no! “How?” I managed.
“Some divers were carrying out a deep night dive as part of an advanced certification program.”
I interrupted him. “Recreational divers go down to about 40m, and technical to about 70m or so. Who the hell was at 110m at night?!”
“The dive team did not reach Phoenix’s depth, they only shone lights on it from above. The statement, which was given to a local newspaper yesterday, claimed that they saw a large, reflective object beneath them which appeared not to be moving. They assumed it was a wreck of some kind, a powerboat or plane, but it would have compromised their dive profile if they had investigated it. They plan further dives to see if they can reach the wreck.”
Wreck? I wanted to strangle someone. I sat on the sofa, trying to think. Shit. I couldn’t believe the project had experienced such a disaster, so early. That was all I needed, some nerd in a wetsuit taking photos of my Cruiser, telling everyone there was an alien spacecraft in the lake, getting publicity…
“Hal, we’ve got to move it. Or make it impossible to find.” I paced the room, very pissed off but desperately trying to think straight. “Can we get it out without anyone seeing?”
“Difficult, but possible. We got it in, after all. Alternatively, we could put Phoenix on the bottom, at 214m, where it would be significantly harder for anyone to find.”
I was shaking my head. “They know there’s something there, now. Before you know it, some whack-job alien hunter will have rented Alvin or something and we’ll be looking at photos of the Phoenix in the fucking Daily Express.” This was a true disaster, I knew. The idea of hiding the Cruiser in the lake was fundamentally a good one, however. This knowledge calmed me slightly. We hadn’t screwed up. We’d just been unbelievably unlucky.
Hal was thinking this through, I could tell. I waited, pacing around the room, while he came up with the best out of thousands of possible solutions. “We’ll launch Phoenix out of the lake. It is possible to do this right now, as it is still dark.” I’ve noticed, Hal, I thought, fighting to achieve full wakefulness. “I then recommend we land the spacecraft on a nearby planet or moon, far away from any danger of being discovered.”
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