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It had been the Daily Mail that had first broken the news, shortly followed by all of the World’s media. During the Autumn, scorn had been poured upon the doomsayers who believed in the old Mayan prophecy, that this 400 year cycle was going to end in the destruction of the whole world. But those deriders had to eat their words when the news of the asteroid was broken, by a technician at Jodrell Bank who sold the story to the Mail. The world did indeed have only a few weeks more left, until this asteroid, just over a half mile in diameter, would impact the Earth, with catastrophic results. Despite initial denials, the Authorities in each country had to admit that there were major problems ahead. The result was panic, a complete collapse of all stock markets, trade ceased, and people did whatever they could to try to reach somewhere that they hoped would be safe. Jane had worked in the UK Space Agency since its inception in 2011, and though she didn’t like the bureaucracy, it gave her some insights into what might happen when the asteroid impacted, and what was going on in other Agencies. The world had gone mad, and even getting home was a real problem. Fuel ran out within a week of the news breaking, so to start with, Jane cycled from the small flat that she shared with her boyfriend, Dave, to the office, That soon became too dangerous, with packs of looters roaming the streets, and a couple of cyclists would be easy prey.Jane had nearly been ambushed one evening, but her fitness had just given her enough speed to outpace them. She had been an athlete, and this showed in her toned body. She kept to a rigorous training regime still, though she no longer competed, claiming that it was the development of her breasts that meant that she could no longer run as easily as when she was younger, and less endowed. Dave always thought this was great, as it meant he had more time with Jane at home, and he could enjoy those beautiful mounds of flesh, truly her crowning glory. Their sex life was inventive and they had worked their way steadily through all of the positions in the Kama Sutra, and developed a few not described, a tribute to Jane’s physical fitness, and Dave’s stamina. Through many days and nights of adventure, Jane had come to realise that of all the positions they had tried, she got off best when she was riding reverse cowgirl on Dave’s stiff cock, her hips moving sinuously as she rubbed his fat cock against her g spot. She could cum over and over, and when Dave slid a finger or two, or a vibe, into her tight anal passage, her pleasure increased many fold. The feeling of semen pulsing into her womb gave her a thrill every time, and usually drove her over the edge into wave after wave of eye rolling pleasure. One night, Dave didn’t get back to the flat, and worried out of her mind, Jane rang his mobile, his friends, and his work, but couldn’t reach him. She’d been with him for just over a year, and though she didn’t think it was her “grande amour”, his sexual prowess made up for that. A good friend of his told her that he had heard of some problems in the area that Dave worked, and that the few police that were still around had declared it a no-go area. She left the flat one morning and tried to reach his office, but found it too scary, with groups of young people roaming the streets. She decided to return to her office, the realisation slowly dawning that her lover might have become yet another Escort Ataşehir casualty of the chaos that now existed. She cried herself to sleep that night, alone for the first time in over a year and when she woke, she missed the quick morning fuck that usually started her day, and had to make do with a shower with a well-directed spray head! She then lived at the office for over a week, with fewer and fewer of the staff making it in in the mornings. It was fortunate that she was there when an email came in to the Centre from the European Space Agency. The news it carried was shattering. The asteroid had been known about for a couple of years, but its existence had been kept an ultra-top secret in order to allow some sort of plans to be made. The email was officially for the Directors of the Agency, but as they had not been seen for several days, and couldn’t be reached by telephone.Jane, as the Executive assistant of the Director, felt that she had to respond. She also felt cheated, as she hadn’t been let into the secret, her boss evidently dealing with that matter totally on his own. The ESA offered six places for key personnel of the UK Agency on a Space shuttle that had been prepared during the last year, to take something over 200 people away from the Earth. The ESA had built a shuttle and launching site in each participating country, to try to save key people from the imminent disaster. Using the encoded link to Whitehall, Jane had relayed this news to the Head of the Civil Service, only saying that there were four places available. She intended to be on that shuttle herself and to keep another in case Dave turned up. She co-ordinated this, and plans were laid, and dates agreed. The only problem was getting to the shuttle launch site, which was in a remote part of North Wales. Desperately sad that she could not take Dave with her, as there had been no contact for over a week now, Jane set off, allowing two weeks to reach their departure site. First had to negotiate the growing anarchy and chaos that was London. Her journey started out on bicycle, but she had to abandon it less than half way to her destination, after her second tyre burst on some rutted road, and the inner tyre was ruined. She’d already used her spare, so now she had to rely on cadging lifts from those strangers who still had fuel for their vehicles. Eventually she reached the coast of central Wales and the Spaceport. It was actually a old RAF base, very secluded away from the towns, with only a few small roads leading to it. Jane wondered how they had got so much equipment, but that puzzle was solved when she saw the newly built harbour, and the fleet of load-carrying helicopters. The security was very tight, and it took hours for Jane to finally get through to the departure lounge. As she looked around, she was aware of a sense of determined desperation, and little talk, just some quiet conversations between couples. She was surprised that the sexes seemed equally balanced, and that the average age was well below 40, though there were a few older men amongst the waiting passengers. The call for boarding came, and she passed through a decontamination area, leaving behind her travelling clothes, and donning a top and trousers, and some strange boots with what seemed like sticky soles. The cabin that Jane was in had about 30 people, men, women and children of various ages. Her neighbour, Ümraniye escort Steve, she discovered, was something in biological research. They chatted for a while, and she gradually relaxed. For a scientist, she felt he was surprisingly human, and not the diffident, unsociable boffin, that she had seen so often within the Agency. Though they talked for less than an hour, she felt that she had known him longer. She thought that he had the best smile of anyone, and had the odd lustful thought, as they chatted. Finally all was clear, and the Shuttle pilot announced that take off would start in 60 minutes. The sense of anticipation was almost palpable. As the countdown got closer, and the chant started, 10, 9,… and at 5, she grabbed Steve’s hand, holding it tightly, then it was ‘3… 2… 1… Blast-off!’The pressure of the acceleration pushed Jane into her seat, and she blacked out for a moment or two. The juddering of the Shuttle was overpowering, the hammering sound drowning out all thoughts. Then, almost as suddenly as it had started, there was silence. The seats readjusted and Jane looked out at the blue orb that was the Earth. She suddenly realised that she was still holding Steve’s hand, and looked at him ready to apologise, but the look on his face told her that no apology was needed, and he leaned across to kiss her full lips, lightly and gently. She felt herself start to respond when the pilot broke the moment, and announced that they were now in orbit, at a safe distance and would be holding position until the deadline for the asteroid impact had passed, and they could assess what next to do. The hours passed slowly, until through the portholes, Jane saw a huge cloud erupt from the surface of the planet below. She hadn’t seen the asteroid itself, presumably it was moving very quickly, but its effect was obvious. Sobbing, she watched as the planet was covered slowly in a shroud of brown, and realised that there was no future left there for her, or for anyone. Billions of people had died in the twinkling of an eye, and more would over the ensuing days. She cried for her lost relatives, for her past lovers, and for herself as well, not knowing what the future, if there was to be one, would bring. Shocked to the core, the cabin was silent as they circled the dying planet. From time to time, there were eruptions that shot glowing red hot material way above the dust layer. The lights dimmed and the shocked passengers started to take refuge in sleep, disturbed though it was. The next day, the Captain addressed the passengers. He told of the gradual failure of communications with Earth, and that it was much worse than predicted. The dust cloud was up to 10 miles thick, and shielded the surface from the sun completely. The temperature had dropped, in just a short 18 hours, even at the equator, to -50C, and with fuel already running short, few centres of population were expected to survive, as the conservative estimate was that it would take over 100 years for the skies to clear. He then announced that they had prepared for this eventuality, and that they would return, but that it would take three years to do so, by which time the planet would be clear again. To do this seemingly impossible feat, required that they accelerate close to the speed of light, where time dilates. Three years near the speed of light would allow enough time to pass on Earth, between 120 and Bostancı escort bayan 150 years depending on just how fast they could get. This was, he reiterated, all unproven, theoretically it should work, but no-one had done it before. People started to mutter about three years cooped up on the shuttle, and those fears were allayed to some extent as the Captain made it very clear that three years was way beyond the resources of the Shuttle to feed all the passengers. So all but a very small skeleton crew would be given a combination of drugs that would reduce their metabolic rate, and in this state of near –suspended animation, the three years would pass as though it were just a day. No-one would be allowed to escape taking these drugs, even if force had to be used, for the sake of the ship, it had to be done. He needed several hours to prepare for this, and the crew would be passing through the cabins with the medication. In the meantime, he said, just enjoy yourselves as best you can. Jane looked at Steve, and her at her, and they both smiled, the prospect of a future back on Earth, even a highly changed Earth, filled them with hope and relief, and something else. They kissed again. Not a gentle comforting kiss as before, but a long deep, exploring kiss, one that made Jane lose all track of time, and just drown in the pleasure of this moment. They broke for air, and Steve got to his feet, holding his hand out, and saying that she should come with him. She had no hesitation in agreeing, the relief of survival fuelling her desires, and all she could think of was to fuck and be fucked, and Steve was the man she wanted right there and then. Weightlessness, Jane found, was amusing, as she tried to get up and get a hold on to the grips on the seats, and then managed to get the Velcro coated soles of her flight shoes onto the carpet, which kept her in some sort of upright position. Steve led her down the body of the shuttle, past a couple of cabins to an empty cargo area at the rear, and pulled a shutter across. Frantic now with lust for each other, they ripped off their flight clothes, and as their trousers came down, so their shoes also had to be discarded. Wow, that was amazing, Jane thought, as suddenly she was floating. Steve stretched out a hand and they made contact, and pulled their bodies together. In the zero gravity, everything was different, strange, as their bodies slid across each other. Jane’s breasts, full and proud on her body, and needing no support to stay that way, moved in the weightless space as though each had its own life. Steve’s mouth moved to those sensual breasts, and she groaned with pleasure. All sensation seemed to be enhanced, and she felt her pussy start to drip its juices as his tongue and lips sucked and pulled at her long hard nipples. She felt Steve’s cock push against her belly as he worked on her nipples, and she stroked it gently, cupping it in her hands, her fingers working all the way down and to the sac below. Normally she would by now have dropped to her knees to lick his organ, but she realised that she need not do that, so simply twisted herself upside down, and found herself easily face to face with its tip, which was starting to ooze a little pre-cum. She loved the taste of precum, and licked it from his cock, which twitched in reaction and grew bigger as she watched. So entranced was she by his penis that she was hardly aware of what Steve was doing, until she felt his hands on her legs, opening them and his tongue pressing into her wet slit. Her mouth opened into a groan as the pleasure coursed through her, and she pulled his body close to her, sliding his cock deep into her mouth, teasing with her tongue, curling it under and licking its length.
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