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.