James dove his head into Gina’s pussy like a man wandering in the desert too long. He lapped her up like a doggy, searching for anything stronger than the taste of sperm. She, naturally, wanted him to focus on her clit, but instead he went in the opposite direction.
“We would like to bulk up Ceres to several times its current size, so it can retain an atmosphere, to give Venus a moon where it would block most of the Sun’s rays. About a million kilometers from Venus, L1 is a gravitationally stable orbit that would shade the planet. Venus is now so hot that it could melt lead. Once we block 99 % of the sunlight striking the surface, up to one quadrillion tons of atmospheric carbon dioxide will cool enough to rain down and eventually turn solid. We bury that carbon dioxide with regolith by soft-landing small asteroids, and wet the atmosphere by crashing comets and ice-teroids into the atmosphere. Meanwhile, on Ceres, we install enough solar and fusion power plants to make bulk antimatter affordable enough for interstellar travel.
“With affordable bulk anti-matter, we could use our maglev catapults to slingshot an anti-matter spaceship around Jupiter, our most massive planet, then slingshot it around the Sun to get it above half the speed of light on its way the nearest habitable star system. If we could get the cost down, we could send manned missions systematically to the closest habitable planets while firing unmanned probes to the uninhabitable ones.”
Curious more than horny, Gina lifted her ass and James stuck his tongue in her anus. Not just around the rim, but as deeply as he could physically insert it. Which tickled Gina like hell. Not even vibrators made her feel that way.
But he heard Jasmine scream in another incredible orgasm, so he looked up in time to see his father open his eyes in shock at who was riding his pony. He couldn’t believe it. Bob rubbed his eyes with both hands, only to discover it didn’t change who was fucking him. Then he saw his son licking the shit out of his girlfriend to get the taste of cum out of his mouth. He finally turned to Gina, his son’s head still between her legs, and said an investor’s greatest compliment:
“You are the best investment I have ever made.”
James wanted to protest, to argue that he turned out pretty good, too, but Gina broke into tears of joy and roughly knocked her daughter off his cock to embrace him.
“I love you so much,” she said, staring into his eyes. “Now cum inside me before this movie ends.”
When the movie did end, and the lights turned on, everyone gave the girls a standing ovation. I’m finally dating the hottest girl in school, James realized.
CHAPTER 5
The heavily modified Russian Mi-24 helicopter took the last of the guests to the top of Mt. Chimborazo. This was the only helicopter in the world that could fly so high — not the Mi-24, but this specific chopper. The 17 meter long titanium rotors provided the extra lift needed to rise so high in such thin air. Still, the company had to replace the two turbines with more weight-efficient engines, while replacing much of the body with light carbon fiber, in order to get enough thrust versus weight.
“Does anyone know the population of Ecuador?” Jasmine asked.
“No,” Bob answered, “but I hear a brazillian people live in Brazil.”
Gina laughed and slapped his arm. James had never known his dad to act silly before. He almost preferred the grumpy old man than the virile rival who made hotties laugh.
“So, dad, tell us about your trip to Orlando,” James said over the noise of the rotors.
Bob smiled like he just got laid. “When we got into the hotel room, the phone rang. Gina kind of freaked out because nobody knew we were there, so who the hell was calling? We didn’t even tell you guys, so I was a little concerned myself. Of course, it was only the front desk making sure we liked the room. However, I didn’t tell Gina that.”
She reached across to playfully slap his shoulder.
“Instead, I covered the mouthpiece and whispered like I was terrified, ‘it’s the government, and they’re coming to get us! Oh, no, they finally caught me.’
“Gina naturally started screaming, so I asked her if she could see the black helicopters yet. As she studied the sky through our windows, I told the front desk that my wife found a rat in our room, then I let him hear Gina scream like a horror movie victim. The guy apologized and offered to comp our room when the manager got in. I later explained what happened, but not until I had more fun with Gina.”
“Jimmy, your father is a bad man,” Gina said dramatically, clearly in love.
Indeed, every time James felt like the happiest guy in the world, his father unknowingly one-upped him. He wanted his father to be happy, but never expected him to be happier. His relationship with Jasmine couldn’t be better, yet Gina and his father had more chemistry than Dow Chemical. Bob somehow hit a grand slam while only trying for a single.
“Jesus! Look at that. Someone call Michael Bay.”
Sticking out of the nearly four kilometer caldera was what looked like a half-finished bridge to the sky. It sprouted out of the mountaintop and ended in the air. Three kilometers long and over half a kilometer high, the end of the launcher looked like something from a Transformer movie.
Steve Paul, the president of the company, explained that the supersonic boom proved too destabilizing when the capsules left at the summit. Raising the exit half a kilometer meant it bypassed more atmosphere, continued gathering speed, and didn’t shake the damn mountaintop.
They landed and joined the other tourists in the observation tower, which was more of an underground bunker than a tower. They all wore oxygen masks until entering the bunker to avoid fainting for lack of oxygen.
“Welcome, friends and customers,” Steve Paul greeted them. A charismatic leader, Bob never invested in the company because he didn’t trust salesmen, the charismatic, or men with two first names. “Sorry you have to wear the masks and the heavy coats, but we are a few kilometers closer to orbit than the tip of Mt. Everest, thanks to Earth’s bulging belly. Soon you will witness a capsule shoot out of the launcher at 28,000 kilometers per hour, so don’t blink.” Only he laughed at his joke. “Please use your binoculars when we tell you or you will miss it. We have also set up a video that will replay the launch in very, very slow motion. Although this structure is sound proof, a supersonic boom will still hit us. Anyone outside, who could somehow endure the thin air and freezing cold, would have their eardrums burst. Tomorrow twenty of you will get married, and the day after you will be among the rare few to get the privilege of riding a train through a volcano into orbit!”
He laughed again to an otherwise silent room. The lonely ride up unsettled many of them. Several people used their binoculars to look down the mountain.
“That’s a very long walk,” Paul joked. Most of the glacier had already melted, but he didn’t envy the poor bastards who still had to make the trip on foot.
“I’m higher than Keith Richards,” Bob joked to the few people who heard of the long dead Rolling Stones musician.
“This is the view from inside the capsule,” the CEO helpfully pointed out. A giant computer screen showed increasingly blurry images as it shot by. In the beginning, they could make out numbers that marked each kilometer. Towards the end, they couldn’t even identify the numbers. “It is now inside the volcano.”
The Arab prince, who Jasmine grew to despise, for more than the taste of his nasty jism, started swaying like a skyscraper in an earthquake. His soon-to-be wife steadied him in alarm. The group always traveled with a company psychiatrist, who now tried to get the poor man to sit down.