Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 15

"Darling, that was wonderful. I've never felt so sexy. You played me the way Mercedes Sator plays her violin. You pressed all the right buttons."

"I'm not such a virtuoso as you think. It all comes from you. Every one of your buttons works perfectly."

"I don't believe you."

"Believe me. Do you want to know a man-secret?"

"Go on, enlighten me."

"You think I'm leading and you're following but I'm actually following you. When I read you properly, you tell me what you want, by your moans or how you move. What helps is that you can want ten different things at the same time, all of them good, so it's hard for me to go wrong."

"Mmm! Sounds too simple. I still don't believe it."

She climbed onto him and kissed him.

"You'll always be my sexual hero," she said, "and I won't ever believe differently."

She lay content a few minutes, her head on his chest. Then she had a sudden realisation. She stiffened and pushed herself up.

"Oh my God! What a horrible mistake! ..."

"What is?"

"We've made a dreadful error, Darling. I can't go to Celetaris without you. I can't live without this feeling. I can't cope without having you to hold me and fuck me every day. Darling, how am I going to survive?"

"I know, I know, but we'll cope as we agreed to cope. We'll save it up for when we're together again in three months' time; and again three months after that. With your new job and the Samothea Project to work on, the time will go quickly."

"It sounds fine but what if I want to suck your cock or be tied up? Who's going to fuck me in the arse on a Saturday night? Darling, give up your job and stay with me. Or I'll give up mine and come home with you."

"We've made commitments, Sweetheart. It won't be long, I promise. Meanwhile, we'll just have to pretend that sex isn't everything."

"Of course sex isn't everything - if you have sex every day. Otherwise, you obsess about it and long for it and it becomes the central thing in your life. Oh, God! Darling, why couldn't you have been a rubbish lover?"

"I can't be a rubbish lover when it's you I love. You bring out the best in me."

"Oh, God! Not only am I going to miss you tongue in my pussy, I'm going to miss your silver tongued flattery."

He laughed.

"It'll be all right, Sweetheart. You'll see. We'll manage. We have to."

"Tell me that in half-an-hour when you're up for it again."

6 Celetaris

With one week of honeymoon left, they arrived on Celetaris, a craggy planet of granite escarpments cut through by a dozen powerful rivers. The rivers flowed like blue-green fingers from the snow-capped poles through thick temperate forests and lush agricultural valleys to feed a vast central ocean that sat in a belt three-quarters of the way around the equator.

Among hundreds of small mining settlements and industrial centres scattered around the planet, Celetaris had three large cities. The builders of Celetaris were not imaginative with their names: the largest city was Ocean City, the centre of business and administration. It sat on the southern bank of the equatorial ocean at its thinnest point, spreading along the shore and around the bay to the eastern bank. Its steel and glass towers pierced the sky and glinted like needles in the sun.

After landing, Roger and Danielle visited Ocean City to complete Danielle's immigration documentation.

An hour across the sea by boat or five minutes by hoverjet was Arts City with its university, opera house, art galleries and theatres. The Celetaris Institute for Science was located here, on a green campus with glass-domed residential buildings and towering faculty buildings. Here Danielle and Roger would complete their journey.

Meanwhile, they were tourists, so they headed for the third-largest city and the premier visitor attraction on Celetaris. This was Waterfall City. Originally a settlement built by miners on one side of a mile-wide river that threw itself over a semi-circular cliff to plunge into a turbulent lake a half-mile below. The mines were now worked out and Waterfall City had turned itself into a holiday resort, a playground for tourists and those inspired to stand in awe before nature at its most majestic.

A new city of steel, concrete and glass towers grew on the opposite bank from the original settlement. Three arms crossed the torrent, bridges clasping one side of the city to the other. The two upstream bridges carried road and rail transport with moving pavements for pedestrians and open viewing platforms for tourists. The third, an old-fashioned foot-bridge, swung out over the tumult in a wide semi-circle. Covered for the most part to protect from the incessant spray of the fall, it had open sections where tourists could feel the force of the thundering torrent at a safe distance.

Roger and Danielle donned plastic sou'westers and stepped out onto a viewing platform, standing in amazement as ten-thousand tons of water fell every second in a white curtain only twenty yards away.

The old mining town of Waterfall City had a relaxed and gentle feel, despite the constant background hum of the angry falls. Musicians and artists colonised the centre, repainting its pre-fabricated shacks in vibrant colours, living a bohemian lifestyle. There were cafes in the square, where market stalls sold the products of local craftsmen and a live band busked for the tourists.

The ultra-modern new city catered for those thrill-seeking tourists who took jet-skis into the foaming lake or parachuted from the cliff. Forest trekking was also popular, as was taking a boat up-river to the ice-floes.

It took them three days to become immune to the noise of the waterfall, when it was unfortunately time to leave. As they took a lift to the hoverjet port on the roof of a skyscraper, looking through the glass walls for a last view of the city, Roger said:

"I like this place. I know it's not feasible, but I'd rather live here than in Arts City."

"I know what you mean, but it would be too far to travel and I need to be on campus to perform my pastoral duties."

"But it's nice to dream."

"It is."

Three hours later they were in the Arts City, being guided by a university employee to Danielle's new home on campus. The academic year didn't begin for another six weeks, so there were few lecturers or professors around but Danielle introduced herself and Roger to the Physics Faculty administration, got her bearings on campus and sent messages home to say they'd arrived safely.

Next day Danielle's luggage arrived. There were no serious breakages or leakages. Now she had as many handbags and shoes as she could possibly want. With just two days left before Roger went home, Danielle knew what they had to do.

"You're going to fuck me for two days, husband, and if you refuse, I'll tie you to the bed."

"You need only ask."

"Also, I don't care what day of the week it is, Darling," she said. "Do everything to me!"

Roger had the good idea to follow all the weekday rules in order, starting with Sunday (spanking), Monday (woman on top), Tuesday (man on top), Wednesday (doggy-style), Thursday (bondage), Friday (oral sex) and Saturday (anal sex).

Danielle enjoyed the spanking, which warmed her up, put her in a submissive mood and was almost as good as the more sensual kind of foreplay. Her pussy was damp and aching by the time her bum was bright red and hot. She loved going on top and brought him off easily. She adored when he recovered and pinned her down to ram her hard for his second orgasm. Doggy-style was delicious as well. He overlapped it with a little of Thursday's bondage by tying her arms behind her back and gagging her.

Danielle came many times in that position and Roger came for the third time that day, groaning as his twitching cock squirting his load into her pretty pussy.

Next day, he tied her up properly, with hard stretches. Gagged and blindfolded, she was on her back with her left wrist tied to her right ankle and vice versa. A pillow under her back made her arch steeply, pushing her large tits up and narrowing her waist into the most seductive shape for a woman. He kissed her ribs and her narrow waist down to her belly button, then up to the sensitive underside of her breasts.

In this state, there was nothing he could do that she didn't like. He gave her glorious tits the adoring they deserved, then he worked his way down her ribs and belly to her wet pussy. With his mouth on her clitoris and two fingers in her vagina, his little finger in her bum, Danielle was lost in her erotic dream world, rising to ecstatic peaks, squirming and shaking with sexual release, then falling to the plateau only to be goaded up to the peak again.

The note of her moans guided him to go fast or slow, hard or soft. When she was coming to the limit of her sensitivity and anything more would be uncomfortable, he pulled away and kissed her thighs and the outer lips of her pussy. When her note died down to contented hums he began on her clit again and got her gasping, straining in her bonds, wanting to buck more but stuck in place, subject to what he desired to do with her.

He made her cum once more, then he pulled her off the bed so she was kneeling on the floor, facing him. He removed her gag and stuffed his cock into her mouth. She immediately began sucking. It was indescribably lovely and just what she wanted. Her own needs melted away and only the pleasure of giving him pleasure remained.

It didn't take her long to get him off. His first orgasm of the day went down her throat as he groaned joyfully.

After a rest and a shower, they had only the afternoon left and it was time for anal sex. Danielle wanted to be restrained again, so Roger tied long ropes to a wrist and an ankle, placed her on her back and ran the ropes under the bed to them to her other wrist and ankle. Now her arms and legs were stretched out sideways. He pulled the ropes tight and Danielle was secure. He added to the stretch, making her go further than the splits, by pulling her forward, so her bottom aligned with the end of the bed. She gasped. It was a hard stretch and a delicious one for her.

Roger gagged her and started on her pussy again with tongue and fingers. Quickly getting her worked up, he made her squirt with a vigorous rub on her g-spot. He pushed damp fingers into her bum, gradually adding lube as he added more fingers, keeping up the rub on her clitoris. Danielle was trying to buck in rhythm. Crying out for joy, she came again. Her legs shook, despite the restraints. A flush spread over her thighs and belly up to her tits and throat. She was hot and floating on the sensuous plateau where pleasure multiplied into sweet agony.

With a lubed up cock, Roger took possession of her arse. He worked her hard, making her squeal, but stopping whenever he reached too close to his own peak, making it last interminably.

Danielle came too many times to remember, especially when he stuffed his fingers into her snatch again and rubbed her off. She went rigid and held her breath. Her thighs strained. Roger grabbed a tit and squeezed a nipple. There was no hope for her now. Danielle fell apart, losing herself in a single unbearable spasm. The shaking began in her thighs and spread about her body. Her pussy convulsed with the orgasm, its rhythmic pulse squeezing his fingers in her snatch and his cock in her arse.

Roger rubbed her again and she had a whole-body convulsion. She screamed for joy as the muscles of her thighs, calves and stomach all went rigid. Even her toes felt the strain. She breathed heavily as she relaxed back down, panting and sighing.

"Are you all right?" he asked, worried she might pull a muscle.

"Mmm, mmm," she said, unable to speak.

Roger understood and kept up his slow thrusts into her bum. Five minutes later she convulsed again and another five minutes after that; by which time she was sexually exhausted and barely able to feel anything; yet she gamely rose to a final peak as Roger reached his end-point and rammed her arse hard and fast. He pulled off her gag to finish and put his mouth on hers. She sucked on his tongue and had a last sweet little orgasm as he tipped over the edge himself and came for the third time that day with agonising groans and a hard grip on her tits.

They took another shower and had time to relax for thirty minutes before Roger had to get ready to go back to Earth.

"Bloody hell!" Danielle said collapsing flat on the bed. "If that won't last us for three months, nothing will. It was amazing, Darling!"

"You were amazing," he said. "No one is as orgasmic as you, no one so giving and responsive."

"Flatterer."

"I love you, Danielle. Thank you for marrying me."

"Likewise, Roger. Nothing I've done in my life is as good as marrying you. I don't know what I've done to deserve you."

"You deserve ten-times me. I don't deserve you."

"All right. Here's an argument we can never resolve. We both deserve each other and we don't deserve each other. We can fight about it when we meet at Capella in three months."

"Damn! You reminded me of something important we forgot to do."

"What that?"

"Have a lovers' tiff. We didn't argue all honeymoon long."

"You're right and it's too late now."

"Oh, well. Shall we save it for Capella?"

"Yes, let's do that. But there have to be rules."

"More rules?"

"Of course. The point of lovers' tiffs is make-up sex afterward, you agree?"

"I agree."

"So we can't have an argument unless we're near a bedroom and it's not my period."

"All right. Any other rules?"

"Yes, it has to be a proper argument, not a made-up one."

"I can't promise that. We've never had a proper argument. We're too well-attuned."

"I'm relying on you to think of something."

"Well, if it's important to you, I'll try."

"That's my husband!" she said with satisfaction.

After this last bit of nonsense, it was time for Roger to grab his suitcase and make a lonely journey back to Earth; and for Danielle to settle into her new life and new job in a strange but exciting new world.