Inversion. Chapter 5: Alex and Seren, a short story by Amalova. Date added: 2011-01-26. Times viewed: 3680.
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- Intro: An erotic story set in the distant future on a far-away planet. Sexy sci-fi.
'And this is Seren. Seren: Alex.'
Jane's mature dulcet ululation rang through the hard corridor. There were no words spoken as such; the meaning was contained in the pitch and timbre of the sound, enhanced dramatically by subtle shifts in her touch, expression and body language. Actual words were too explicit to be used in public or polite company and were, except among the very coarse, reserved for the privacy of an intimate relationship, of the bedroom.
Jane's slender spine arched with polite pleasure as I steered her firm buttocks toward me. Social niceties over, I slipped my cock from her her, untangled my fingers from a clump of her red hair and smiled at the young newcomer.
So this was the girl. At last. The rumours of her achievements had spread through the Domes like syphilis. Now she was here, where her undoubted abilities could be statistically quantified. Her appearance promised much. She was stunningly short, plump and very plain. The silver rings on her enhanced nipples shone through a veil of long dark hair. It was lovely to see a young woman with the confidence to choose such a frame: so distinctive and interesting, in total contrast to the tall, slender, shaven-headed clones that inhabited the Domes almost exclusively those days.
Her vulva was neatly shaved into her initial, a Roman S, her one concession to fashion. The string of beads around her waist confirmed much of the rumour. She was seventeen, was currently studying astrophysics (having successfully completed every other discipline) and came from new money: she had over a million credits vulgarly suspended next to her right hip. And she was from the Red Dome. No wonder she was so imaginative and understated with her appearance: that big red bead spoke louder than any perfect pair of tits, slender waist or tight arse ever could.
I'd taken Jane from behind, a warm greeting reserved for close colleagues, and now prepared to receive her much younger companion. Jane continued her wordless introduction.
'I'm proud to say Seren will be my student next year. She achieved the highest grades on Inversion 1. As you know, Alex, great things are expected of her.'
Jane was peerless in her subject and Seren, however bright, was in the best of vaginas.
I glanced down at the girl's beads again, computed the black ones while nodding my head in approval. Thirteen. Impressive. No. More than that: unprecedented. Just five more and she would surpass even me, and could one day become a Twenty Black, a term synonymous with divinity. And she was still only seventeen whereas I had lived for almost a millennium.
'Just showing her round the faculty. Introducing her to a few people. Glad we bumped into you, because her application naturally cites you as her chief inspiration.'
The girl nodded slowly; her chest coloured almost imperceptibly. So, I was her inspiration. Despite this, the child's posture remained at ease, as if she shared such esteemed company every day. Her assurance bordered on rudeness, but her sweet, innocent face said it could not be so.
'Pleased to meet you, Seren.'
The girl's bright young eyes flashed and her strong soprano voice sang, a mere hint of vibrato betraying her nerves.
'My pleasure, sir!'
She sank to her knees before me and, in a sweet but unconventional greeting, she cleaned my tool with a very dainty mouth-shake. She was obviously of Old French stock and her touches, though meticulously and skilfully applied, still contained faint vestiges of her heritage. An accent. A faint echo of Earth.
But there was something else, something I couldn't quite grasp. I focussed, tuned in and suddenly found myself standing on the rim of a vast cavern, so dizzyingly deep and wide, I panicked, almost pulled away. Her intellect. I doubted even she was aware of the extent of it. Her eyes locked onto mine, awaiting the customary blink that signalled the greeting was over. I paused, ostensibly giving her the time my seniority demanded, but in truth I could have stayed on that lip forever. I pulled myself together and blinked slowly, smiled warmly. She rose gracefully to her feet.
Jane's voice soared and she tickled my smooth balls while tugging her right nipple.
'We really have to be going. So much to do. Seren has so many things she wants to see. Later, Alex?'
I paused, nodded slowly, trying to subdue a wave of excitement at the prospect.
'Yes, I sincerely hope so.'
Both females gave me a peremptory parting wank, as was the custom. Jane's handshake, was, as usual, warmly professional, but today contained another element, something akin to a sly wink. Seren's was well practised and respectful, but on the last stroke she pulled back my foreskin a little less than was socially acceptable and bowed her head shyly as she did so. She was new to Blue Dome culture, so I excused her, but it was careless of her to have been discourteous to someone in my exalted position. Her touch had been far too familiar. I hoped Jane had spotted it and would set her straight. I, in turn, simultaneously slid fingers inside both females then offered them to their lips: three fingers for Jane and the tip of one for Seren. Well, we had only just met.
The girl was unique and had unsettled me. A prodigy. On the verge of womanhood, yet sage beyond belief and with almost a thousand years of life still ahead of her. Keenly intelligent, and already - judging by the grade beads she proudly displayed on her belt - almost at the limit of what our proud institution could offer her. Red Dome children were renowned for their preternatural talents, but this one was off the scale. And at this very tender age she was already rich and confident enough to be her own woman.
I felt a rare twinge in my loins as my erection began to subside. That was very surprising: I'd only just met her. Rare for any woman to have such an effect on me, let alone one so young, one barely out of childhood. A moment of well-practised concentration got me hard again.
'Think of fucking her arse, squirting up her back, licking it off her smooth flesh.'
That one usually worked. I prided myself on my self-control. There. Back to normal.
The contrasting naked rumps of the two women sidled away and took the first side passage, their babbling conversation and laughter audible long after they had vanished. I turned, shook my head to clear my thoughts and stepped through a glittering translucent panel - the main entrance of the University. The potentially deadly force field faded the instant it recognised my body's signature; my skin barely tingled. Since the language riots at the end of the last century, all educational establishments had installed enhanced security. Though things were more settled at the moment, it was still an unfortunate necessity.
I was outside, pleased to see the weathermen had decided on a light shower of rain. Strolling across the vast square of the city centre, I felt the droplets cool and clean my naked body. High above my head, the Dome glowed a deep cerise, simulating the exact light conditions to match the weather being artificially created. I loved rain, as did the majority of Dome inhabitants. It was seen as a treat. A cleansing of the city that also somehow cleared one's mind. I especially loved a thunderstorm and always made sure I was outside when one was arranged. They reminded me more than anything of Earth. The huge strobic flashes, sonic booms and rifling, torrential rain touched me on a primaeval level; made me suddenly aware of the constant aching hardness in my groin and then gently soothed the discomfort into a rare flaccidity. While in that embarrassing state, I just had to hope I didn't bump into anyone.
Today, the city was extraordinarily quiet. Most had left Blue Dome - The Education Dome - to head home for the holidays. Several distant, unrecognisable figures scurried about their end-term duties, but other than that, I was alone in this vast featureless place. I checked my own beads. Only two hundreds' worth in green, but my needs were simple and they'd get me through the day. Even though it was a long walk home, I decided against a speeder. I needed the solitude and exercise. Walking freed and stimulated my mind, and I had much to think about.
The rain stopped, the suns came out and the close-cropped faux-grass beneath my feet began to steam. A silver floater appeared out of the haze. I recognised the markings straight away and smiled to myself. A tall, gangly male and similarly proportioned female leapt from the vehicle. As always in Dome culture, the conversation was conducted in a complex cocktail of non-verbal sounds, facial expression and intimate gesture.
'Alex! Glad I've seen you before you sneaked off for the summer!'
Jacob, my best friend. Once a student of mine, now a colleague. We'd hit it off from the moment we'd met. We did an adolescent 'hi-one', slapping our cocks together and whooping.
'Yes, you too, my old friend!'
He bent over and I slid my erection up him quickly, joyously, pumped one, two, three times. Turning me round, he replied enthusiastically with three thrusts of his own, then pulled me upright and hugged me while still penetrating me. He had the firmest, warmest arse-shake I had ever come across.
Martha stood before me, a wide, white grin splitting her youthful-looking face. I glanced up and down her stunning, athletic black body then lifted her up, impaled her on my tool while hugging her tightly. Her firm tits pressed to my chest and long arms and legs wrapped around the two men she loved most in the world. She bounced and I fucked her for a suitable length of time to reflect the seven hundred and eighty-seven years we had known and loved each other. Yes, I was counting. I missed her. We had been serious debating buddies and I still loved her dearly.
Eighty-two years after we'd met, I'd had to make the most difficult choice of my life. Finally, I'd accepted the Presidency, a role that demanded all my attention, and I'd let her go. And since that painful day, I had eschewed female company, remained celibate. I had spoken not a single word.
The three of us clinched together for the longest time, exchanging the past year's success stories and our hopes for the coming year's students. Martha and Jacob were both wonderfully skilled and enthusiastic teachers and the Blue Dome was lucky to have them. I was lucky enough to call them both my best friends.
I left what was on my mind till last, though both could no doubt sense it at the forefront. Gut feeling: I had no way to hide my innermost thoughts from such close friends while joined thus. Jacobs sensitive tool was aware of every unconscious thought that manifested in my bowels, while Martha's vaginal wall was equally adept at reading my own erection's minute signals. Between them, literally and figuratively, there was nowhere to hide.'
'I met the girl today.'
Jacob asked the question, but they both knew whom I meant.
'Yes. Lovely full breasts. Skilfully enhanced nipples. Tight pussy too. She's Old French - her tongue lapped my glans with a very sexy Gallic lilt. Not that you youngsters would appreciate that…'
I chuckled to mask my excitement at the memory. The cock in my arse twitched incredulously, mirroring Martha's tongue in cheek. Her right tit pressed to my lips and she raised her eyebrows.
'Come on. Good tits and a strong Earth-line? Is that all you can say about her? What are you hiding?'
I tried my best to imagine fucking Seren from behind while spanking her generous arse, but all I could think of was the deep intelligent conversation promised by the black beads around her ample waist. Blood was beginning to be diverted from my sex organs and the couple both felt the subtle change.
'Well, chat me up!' Jacob's expletive was too much for Martha and she frowned, but he continued, heedless. 'I believe the old dog has designs on her! You want to talk to the bitch, don't you? Don't you? You intellectuals have a one-track mind! Talk, talk, talk!'
Though he was semi-winding me up, he hit the spot. Martha must have felt my cock soften some more, but she chose to keep it to herself.
'Please be careful, Alex. We want more than anything for you to be happy in your retirement... and our Grey Dome is a wonderfully creative and reflective place. But this is an important time for us all, especially those who have to carry on without you. You made the Blue Dome central to our culture. And the girl is somehow important too. Everyone senses it. Life will go on... even without you.' She screwed up her pretty nose and a tear sprung to her eye. 'We love you, you know?'
'I know, Martha.'
I paused to gather my thoughts. The few I could collect together surprised even me. One moment I'd been content, prepared to complete my life's work then quietly fade away and die; the next I wanted to live forever. I suddenly needed to share this revelation and these two were the only ones in creation who would understand me. But after considering Martha's thoughts on the matter, I decided to keep it to myself.
'Have a great summer, you two. I'm going to miss you. The Dome will be boring without you.'
'What? You can't be serious? Staying here for the holidays? Aw, come on, man.'
Jacob's breath warmed my ear as he expressed his disbelief. Martha's big brown eyes looked intently into mine and she bounced a couple more times.
'Come stay with us, Alex. Be just like old times. She looked past my face to where Jacob was obviously nodding his enthusiasm.
'Thanks, guys, but I have so much to catch up on. I couldn't relax even if I was away from here, with all the outstanding reorganisation, the handing over.'
Responsibility was well rewarded in the Domes, but there was a high price to pay, too. Someone else would soon find out just how high a price can be. For me, Martha had been a crippling but necessary toll. I continued to find excuses.
'This year is my last, as well you know. I want to leave the place pristine; want to set a standard that will last another thousand years. There's still so much to do!'
Despite centuries of tireless service, my departure would be typically low-key. That's how Inversion life was: there was no cult of celebrity and despite my high status - the highest - I could come and go like any other citizen.
Martha stroked my cheek lovingly, contracted her vagina rhythmically.
'But Alex, you were a legend even before you were voted President in the first free elections. You could have retired then and still been a hero. But no. Not you! You surpassed all expectations, took this planet to levels no one ever dreamed of. Your achievements have been astounding. You are a visionary and will leave a profound legacy.'
Modesty decreed I play down her eulogy, but it was a fact that I was a hero to many as the one who'd chosen this world as our future home. I was also architect of the first Dome and one among a mere handful of the original four thousand-strong expedition party still alive. I'd eventually overseen the building of all the Domes and when the colony was firmly established, I did indeed become President of Inversion 1. When my two hundred year tenure ended, I accepted chancellorship of the Blue Dome with relish. I had lived many lives: scientist; expedition leader; colonist; architect; engineer; politician, but my real vocation was teaching. I loved my Blue Dome and all it stood for. Our motto, 'Ignorance is a black hole,' said everything one needed to know. Yes, I was destined for a place in the firmament and to deny it would be ridiculous. I simply smiled an acknowledgement then tried to assure them I was ready.
'I've dreaded this moment, honestly I have, but now it's here, it's almost a relief. I am tired, but feel satisfied, replete. The circle is virtually complete and - as we were all taught as children - it truly does feel...' I struggled for an original gesture, but settled on the traditional. 'Perfect. A thousand years never seemed enough to me. But then ten thousand wouldn’t be. So much to learn. So much to do. So much to see! Now it's almost up...'
I suddenly thought of Seren, just beginning a journey that was destined to be even more stellar than my own and felt a pang of jealousy. And more. I needed time alone.
'Last shake of the year! Come on guys, go for it.'
Martha shrugged, looked worried for me, but my reassuring nod lightened her mood. She began to move, slowly at first then gaining pace. Up, down, up, down. Jacob began to move too till he and his wife were rising and falling in unison. In time-honoured fashion, I stood like a tree with Jacob shafting my knothole and Martha spearing her pussy on my sturdy lower branch. They were great friends and we'd said goodbye like this hundreds of times. However, this parting was more poignant than most.
'Ready when you are?'
As Jacob's cum pumped into my ass, my own cum pumped into Martha. It felt like his flowed right through me, from him into her. I was merely a conduit and that was how it should be. I was the unwitting intermediary who'd originally brought them together and that fact was accurately expressed in this parting ritual, as was our continued closeness.
As I lifted Martha off, I noticed a slight but surprising droop. Multiple-ejaculation was a necessary skill in every Dome's culture, and the youth drugs enhanced our libido beyond measure, so I was shocked when my erection faltered for the second time in as many minutes. Reminiscences of the happy times I'd spent with this beautiful, intelligent woman were the obvious cause; however, Seren's lovely expressive face flashed through my mind at that moment and I knew the truth was more complex. Neither Jacob nor Martha seemed to notice this latest momentary aberration, and I was glad to have been spared the embarrassment. After all, Martha had been his woman for over seven centuries and I wouldn't want Jacob to think there was anything going on between us.
With a wave and a shout, they boarded the speeder and headed for the Eastern Gate and freedom. As they passed, Martha flicked the traditional parting present of my own cum at me from the open window. It hit my face and I licked it; a hint of her distinctive taste was mingled with it. I glanced down. Her juice, engineered to be the colour and smell of violets, still glistened on me and I noticed I was rock hard again. Now alone, I tried to recreate the feelings that had caused it to falter, tried to recall the images that had assailed me at that moment, but failed miserably.
'Damn! I just can't seem to get it down these days.'
Cum trickled down my thighs. I closed my eyes, hugged myself and imagined the two of them sharing a joyous summer together. My last summer in the Blue Dome. I was full of envy, but glad for them too. They were made for each other. I carried on across the vast square towards the gleaming spires on the horizon, the tallest of which - for the moment - was home.
Summer came and went too quickly. My days were exciting, filled with enterprise and I fell into bed each night exhausted. All too soon my work was almost finished. A millennium was the maximum span allowed. I myself had decreed it: new blood is essential if a society is not to stagnate. Ours was so youthful and vibrant and there was no place for an old fool like me. Tomorrow, I would begin to wean myself off the drugs that kept my body young then grow old gracefully in Grey Dome and accept my place in history.
During that last summer, my nights were filled with sound sleep and mostly forgotten dreams. From the fragments I retained, it was obvious that Seren was a prominent feature in all of them. She was a phenomenon and so it was understandable; at the same time it was very unsettling. Though I had only met her once, she was affecting me more than any woman I had ever known. No matter how insanely intelligent, I couldn't afford to let this girl jeopardise this seminal moment: the future of Blue Dome demanded a smooth transition. Jane, though only twenty-five years younger than me, was a worthy successor, but a scandal would damage the beginning of her short tenure, possibly beyond repair. Elements in our society would relish that thought.
Several mornings I awoke on my stomach, amazed that I had a soft-on and was disconcerted by the evidence that pointed - or rather, didn't point - to a dry dream. Another dream fragment would lodge in my consciousness and I would remember how, in that dream, Seren and I talked.
I could no longer resist. I pulled up her records, stared once again into her brown eyes and took a 3D tour of her body before poring over her biography. What this girl had achieved in her short lifetime was incredible. The unfamiliar but welcome sensation of soft skin against my thigh shook me from my reverie. If I were caught in this condition looking at a student's file I would have some explaining to do. I quickly grabbed my softening member and pumped, putting aside her academic achievements and concentrated on fucking her mouth or cunt. Not specific enough. Concentrate.
'Cunt. Sliding it in. Soft, hot. Slippery, welcoming. Tight. Fuck, I bet she's tight.'
Thankfully, I rose to a spectacularly petrified full-length in seconds. My self-control was admirable.
Two of the girls were tall and slim, traditionally beautiful. Their heads were completely shaved to enhance the symmetry of their perfect faces. To suck their pert tits was to speak frankly, though blandly. Fingering their tight cunts as they wanked me made for pleasant but uninteresting conversation. I rimmed one girl while the other sucked my balls into her mouth. It was laborious work. An index finger probed my arse and its owner indolently pulled on my shaft. History, despite my best efforts and the evolution of our language, was just as wet as it had been in my school days back on Earth. Boring.
The third girl was Seren. Esther and Abbi were re-sitting exams, needed last minute revision and I'd volunteered. Obviously not a task I would normally have considered, but I wanted to revisit the old days just once more - and yes, I knew Seren would be present. She was 'observing', getting a feel for Blue teaching methods before she started the new term in earnest. Though it soon became obvious she didn't need such familiarisation, I wasn't about to send her away. She made the whole exercise bearable, had more energy and curiosity than the other two put together.
'What was it like?'
'When you first came to this planet. I've read everything that's ever been written about it, but to feel you tell it yourself would give me a greater insight, would be a great honour.'
She seemed to learn simply by watching, only occasionally clarifying some detail by gentle insertion, by sucking or stroking. Every time I glanced at her she was touching herself in ways that emulated what the two girls and I were doing to each other, and thereby appeared to receive knowledge vicariously. I had never seen anything like it.
Seren's raised eyebrow reminded me she had asked a question. My attempts to formulate an honest subjective answer were dashed by an intense desire: I prayed the other two would leave so Seren and I could simply chat. Dear me, what was I thinking? What was happening to me? I tried to focus on ancient history: my history.
'We were damaged and out of fuel. Simply aimed the ship and crashed here. Other planets in the system looked as if they could maintain life to some degree, but, against public opinion, I chose this one.'
'Why, Sir? That part always mystifies me.'
'Gut feeling, Seren. And I was vindicated. Afterwards, we learned that had we crashed onto any of the other twelve, we would not have survived. Some later hailed it a miracle, but to me it was no surprise that the least obvious choice was the best choice. The most unlikely solution is sometimes the only solution.'
I brought myself to orgasm and emphasised the last point by making all three lick fresh semen from my palm.
'Despite what they teach you, I named this planet 'Inversion 1', to mark how I'd turned conventional thinking on its head and still succeeded, saved us all by thinking thus. Set a bench-mark for our survival.'
I threw out my arms dramatically and chuckled at that factual statement; the simple profundity of it amazes and embarrasses me even now.
Seren had yet another question.
'The '1' was a manifestation of hope, wasn't it? To state you would survive and go on to colonise the other twelve?'
The tall girls rolled their eyes. That was standard history, but Seren asked anyway, possibly to flatter me.
'Yes. That again was my idea. As expedition leader, I had to convince everyone we would overcome this wild, inhospitable place and then eventually subdue the other planets in the system. I had to persuade two thousand exhausted and disillusioned humans to carry on, persuade them we were invincible. That single number became my greatest aid. Yes, there is to this day a solitary Inversion, but the number 1 still resonates with that same hope.'
The girls all nodded, but Seren looked even more thoughtful.
'People spoke openly, freely back then?'
I felt the tall girls tense, and their faces reddened. This was dodgy ground.
'Yes, of course. But please don't judge us by today's standards. Things were different then. They were hard, uncertain times; confusing times.'
It was going to be difficult to explain while still maintaining the girls' total respect. I chose my thoughts carefully.
'Survival... sometimes depended on a lie. In dire times it is often advisable to obfuscate, keep people in the dark. It is sometimes best for them, best for the common good.'
The tall girls looked unsettled by that revelation. It had not occurred to them that people with power might not have told them the truth; such was the climate in which these children had been raised. Seren, meanwhile, didn't seem surprised at all. I continued.
'Mere words, though often intensely beautiful, can make lying much more simple. Our language today is almost bereft of falsehoods.'
There was no disputing my statement: our intimate contact and the veracity and clarity of our exchanges made that point perfectly. And our society now depended on such transparency. But I hadn't lived a thousand years and not learnt a few tricks. There was much I could keep from them even while copulating.
'But Sir, could you explain to me - you who were there - how and why speech became so... so taboo.'
The two tall girls froze at that, rightly considered it an inappropriate question for this forum. They were very uneasy at this tangential detour and jointly excused themselves, citing a toilet break. They'd be a while showering, doing what girls do, and I was glad, knew my answer would be beyond them anyway. And, above all, I wanted to be alone with Seren.
I sat cross-legged on the floor. Seren sat in my lap, wrapped her legs around me and I penetrated her deeply.
'Please tell me what happened. To have you inside me as you bring such legends to life will be incredibly moving for me.'
I nodded with deep understanding: from her youthful perspective, this was akin to being fucked by God while he explained how he created the Earth. Her eyes were suddenly full of something I had not seen for centuries.
'The static was impenetrable and telecommunications were not possible. The atmosphere was breathable but high winds battered us, making speech inaudible. We used touch and gesture exclusively when working outside the ship. The work was made long and laborious, but it brought us very close as a team. And the new vocabulary spread quickly, not just among the surface-workers; it caught on among the ship-workers too.'
I tightened my pelvic floor so as to pulse inside her and played with the nipple rings while kissing her face and neck. Thus she received the lesson on many levels.
'There was a shortfall of men in the expedition's original quota, and then, tragically, many more were lost in stasis. The reason was computer error, a simple flaw in the code. Hundreds paid for that mistake with their lives.'
Her juices oozed from her, coating my balls, and her fingers and tongue asked more probing questions. I answered as truthfully and subjectively as I could: maybe she had read all the books about it, but my story had never been told.
'Once food sources were secured, procreation became the major issue. If we were to survive here, we needed to reproduce and fast.'
That was simple to explain. I squirted inside her as she bounced in my lap. She felt it and nodded her understanding.
'Relationships were barred. Each man had maybe fifty women to service. Oral conversation was not allowed between mating couples to prevent attachments that might lead to confrontations, but the gestures learned while working outside were secretly employed and refined.
'Why was that allowed?'
'You can't stop people from communicating, Seren. It's what makes us human, as well you know, young lady.'
She'd been sending me subliminal signals all the time we were joined, probing and testing me. They were so subtle, she herself may not even have been aware she was doing it.
An insistent silvery thought slipped out through my defences. It didn't so much escape as she reached in and stole it. She was quick, dextrous, frightening. If I hadn't felt it myself, I would not have believed she was capable of such a feat. The thought she stole was, 'I want to live with you.' I tried to hide that I knew she knew and continued seamlessly.
'Within a few years, a mute cult emerged and spread its dogma through well-attended orgies of silent sexual intercourse. They took basic gesture and turned it into a science. It was an unstable time and it was feared the colony might fragment. But, wisely, we embraced them, absorbed them. We gave them the youth drugs we’d developed: they gave us their complex language. Words soon became rare, though various vocal techniques were honed to enhance the tactile vocabulary that emerged.'
I used voice alone to convey the meaning of that last line and she smiled admiringly.
'And why are we so gloriously naked?'
Once again her question poked gentle fun at me and I acknowledged that fact with a smile. When I'd left Earth, nakedness had been shameful and I smiled again at the bizarre memory; wondered if the old girl was still there, spinning prudishly around Sol. Light speed had carried us so far into the future it was thought extremely unlikely.
'Once the first Domes were built, geothermal shafts and aquifers were sunk and we slowly gained control of the interior climates. Clothes were soon deemed decadent, inhibitory and unnecessary for our brave new world. Nine hundred years later and here we are. If words clothe thoughts, then we are naked in every sense.'
Naked, but for the beads. Silent, but for an infinite variety of moans, gasps and squeals. Aroused constantly, our sexual organs always ready to talk. This world was indeed alien, but it was my world and I loved it. My lips and tongue ached to speak but I could not. Not in this revered place of learning.
The two girls returned: my heart sank. Revision recommenced. Seren suddenly excused herself with a smile and a bow. As the fucking and sucking reached a climax, I thought wistfully of the plain plump girl with the long dark hair, and fought to maintain my erection.
Her eyes said it.
I sensed she'd been there for a while, keeping watch, waiting for me leave the building. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
Just like the day we first met, she fell to her knees before me. I felt her lips around my tip. Her tongue said hello, expertly and with all the reverence it could muster. She gazed into my eyes waiting for the signal to separate, but I didn't give it. Newcomer or not, she knew we were beyond the normal bounds of propriety the moment I came in her mouth, though she may not have known exactly what it meant.
'Seren, I… I need to... need to... '
I didn't express the word, but the thought reverberated through my body and she sensed it. She blushed and swallowed my seed, shook her head coyly then turned and offered me her arse. My cock slid up her. I grabbed her tits politely and twisted the rings that pierced her long brown nipples. It would have been rude not to fuck her, etiquette demanded it, but I desired her so much I needed to get her somewhere quiet, away from the public gaze. She squealed, backed onto me and I came again. Her vocal ejaculation was for the crowds around us. It was a clever and sophisticated touch containing devotion, subservience and total respect.
The square was a throng. People around us met and parted. Some clung together, moved together in varying sized groups, publicly enjoying and displaying their friendship. Cocks were sucked, vaginas were fingered. Arses and cunts were rogerered in a multitude of ways: amicably; warmly; civilly, tactfully; respectfully. A guy I hardly knew offered his arse to me. I merely nodded then ignored him. Rude, I know, but my mind was elsewhere. As he walked away, he shook his head and wanked himself twice in a gesture bordering on treason. Though - for the next few days at least - I was still the law here, I let it go. I had something more important to resolve.
'Look, can we go somewhere and… get to know each other better?'
She appeared mortified by my euphemism.
'Sir… I'm honoured, but...' Her index finger stroked my sphincter, penetrated me with a mixture or reticence and regret. 'Despite what you think you know of me, I am a mere girl. So inexperienced. You overwhelm me. Your status is as far beyond me as the stars are beyond this world. Our... talking would be scandalous.'
To fill the uncomfortable celibate pause, she repeated the formalities, again falling to her knees and licking me clean. Again she offered her rear and this time I fixed on the natural hole for such a greeting. Protocol demanded I gave this particular shake my full attention. I suddenly remembered I had dreamt this, but in the dream something else happened, something both alarming and wildly exciting.
My erection began to fail. She felt it and looked horrified. Fuck, how was I going to get out of this.
'Concentrate on her tight cunt, concentrate.'
Blood pumped there again and I relaxed. Several more thrusts and I came there too. Thin and watery it may now have been, but it was all that courtesy demanded. Again she cleaned me then suddenly panicked, her repertoire of shakes exhausted. I pulled her to me, my fingers talking on her breasts and the front inner wall of her vagina.
'Seren, please. You are much more than that. Your mind is quick beyond measure. You are funny, brilliant, yet remain sweet, untainted by this world. I think about you all the time. Dream about you. I know it's frowned upon for a tutor and student to have conversational relations, but I consider us to be equals, Seren. Equals.'
This was going wrong. I was coming on too strong, conversing out of turn, but could no longer restrain myself.
'Since the day we met in the corridor, I've been consumed by you. I need you.'
The tit-fuck. Rarely used, but acceptable between two people in our relative positions: my higher status displayed for all to see. She knelt, pressed the soft skin of her breasts around my shaft and took the swollen tip in her mouth as her tits wanked me. I came again and again she swallowed. Barely any liquid at all. We would soon attract attention with such an extended greeting. And worst of all, rather than growing stronger with each ejaculation, my penis was beginning to soften. Oh, God. If lecturers or students saw me like this, the humiliation would be unimaginable. Her quick thinking saved me.
Before I knew what was happening, Seren pulled me to one of the smooth marble benches and sprawled on her back. I gratefully dived between her legs and began to lick her, professionally, lecturer to student, while my shamefully softening member dangling in the shadows. I drank my own cum in what was a rather old-fashioned, but still acceptable form of 'And how are you?' praying that I would not be called upon to stand and greet another. Now I tongued her anus, a mime containing 'It's been ages!' that, because of her years, was not quite suitable, but it was all I could think of. It was only a matter of time before a colleague passed by and my floppy cock disgraced me. Again she sensed my fear.
'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!'
Her urgent growls took my mind off her mental attributes and I felt a hopeful throb in my loins.
'Spunk in my ass, spunk in my mouth, spunk everywhere.'
It grew. And ferociously. I fucked her as she lay on her back, mounting her quickly and easily in what must be the oldest salutation in the book. The dregs of my depleted semen store spattered her innards.
'Please, now. While I am still acceptably hard. Come with me. It would be scandalous to be seen soft in such a public place with a student!'
She nodded. We boarded a passing speeder and I discretely took her home.
I made coffee the old-fashion way, with beans and hot water, then sucked on her nipples in turn as it cooled. My mouth savoured the heady cocktail of stimulants that slowly bled from the two silver rings. I knew such recreational piercings were fashionable, but I'd never sampled them myself. The meaning of my sucking was metaphorical but clear: feed me with yourself: give me knowledge of you. I knew much from her profile, but to hear it in her own sweet sounds, observe it in her imaginative touches and gestures was such a turn off. And I longed for our first word.
I wanted to take her and run. Leave the Domes. Start a new life beyond where words replaced cocks and cunts and where life had no time limit. Where we could build our own little Dome, start a family. What wonders our children would achieve...
But I was of yesterday, the living bedrock on which our culture was based, and she was undoubtedly of tomorrow. I couldn't deny the people of Inversion 1 both their past and future. As my time reached its end, hers was just beginning and she would undoubtedly lead these people to incredible, unimaginable achievements. The inevitable was too painful to contemplate. So I didn’t.
I sat on the couch next to her, perfectly at ease, brazenly displaying my subsiding erection. She smiled coyly, admiringly as it shrank into a soft coil that rested serenely on my thigh. Her eyes rolled and she licked her lips.
'Please, Sir, may I call you Alex?'
'Of course, Seren. We have been introduced enough times!' and I laughed at the memory of her panic in the square, which caused her to colour a little.
'I wasn't sure at what point - if ever - I could call you by name, you being the most venerable man alive.'
I grinned at that. Her clever gesture had contained heavy reverence but also, once again, the hint of a tease.
'Once I came in your mouth, I gave you my name to use when addressing me. That is the custom here. I wasn't sure you'd understood. Forgive me, I should have explained.'
I stroked her pubic hair in what must be a universal gesture of contrition. She responded thoughtfully.
'Similar to home, but there it is always a mutual exchange, regardless of rank. Sixty-nine is our preferred method.'
She demonstrated and we exchanged names in the manner of her Dome, the Red Dome. I was still lapping up hers as she swallowed mine. Her gasps and vaginal contractions spoke again.
'Your method was just as sweet, though. Thank you for giving it to me. Thank you.'
Her final 'Thank you,' was spoken; her lips and tongue skilfully pegged the consonants and vowels onto the line of breath that stretched between us. It was unexpected and took my own breath away. I looked lovingly at her, my eyes full of curiosity. The floodgates eased open.
A word. Single words. Each spoken clearly and slowly. Allowing the other to savour the full meaning. Punctuated by deep breaths. Simple sentences followed, evolving quickly into compounds, complexes and then paragraphs. She used a wide range of techniques, all employed imaginatively and tenderly. Metaphor, simile, personification. Alliteration and assonance were second nature to her and she used rhythm and rhyme both touchingly and comically. Her irony was performed perfectly, had me laughing harder than I could ever remember. A pithy rhetorical question left me in awe.
It was blissful, reminded me of my happy times with Martha, but there was something new here, something I had never sensed before while conversing. I needed this person more than I needed life itself, needed her in a way in which not even words could capture. And I felt it in a place that had no words, no senses, and where a flaccid tool was no handicap to communication. I wanted her to be in that place, with me, forever… though for me, without the drugs, forever was now quantifiably short.
Complex emotions. I didn't even try to express them, left them unsaid. I was sure that, in the total absence of words or touch, she could feel them too.
After the longest, sweetest silence, I tried to sum it all up.
'Seren, I love you.'
'Alex, I love you too.'
Again we talked. It was an advantage to be physically detached. It was liberating. I was reminded of the words of an ancient philosopher - actually, the words were mine: 'A word can be worth a thousand touches'.
She imbued the word with such affection, my heart hurt.
'I'm dry. For the first time since my initiation, I am dry.' I glanced down at her open but beautifully un-lubricated sex lips, then back up at her glistening mouth.
'Stay with me, Seren. Stay tonight. Stay until...'
'Oh, Alex. Take me to bed. Talk to me.'
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