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.