Marisa woke up and stretched, looking around the Antarctic sphere she’d lived in for one year. The petite, nineteen-year-old woman climbed out of bed and glared at the calendar on the wall, noting that the date marked her one year anniversary of the research project. It was New Years Eve and she couldn’t care less, because the isolation was really starting to get to her and she’d been dead wrong when she thought it wouldn’t phase her.
Just the day before, she thought that she might need therapy when she had an in depth and slightly hostile conversation with herself. It was one thing to talk to herself, but when it turned to arguing, well…she thought that was a really bad sign. The incident had driven home just how lonely she’d become, which surprised her because she’d been a loner her entire life.
She’d always actively avoided being around others, which was why she decided to sign up for the assignment. Usually she was happy for any solitary time she could get, but apparently this time she’d taken things too far.
At the beginning of the research project, her daily duties had taken a good chunk of er time. However, after a year of perfecting her routine, she got everything done within a couple hours unless something unforeseen came up. This left the rest of the day to do…absolutely nothing.
It was now getting dark, and the December supply box was sent through her airlock earlier that day so she tore into it purely out of boredom. Her jerky boss sent one every month and she wasn’t expecting anything special to be inside, so it was quite a surprise to find a bottle of champagne and she eagerly pulled it out of the package. When she smiled, it was her first of the week, and it amused her suddenly how the little things in life now meant a lot to her. The problem was that there were very few “little things” to appreciate.
The champagne gift really surprised her, because she suspected the lead scientist was the devil incarnate and thankfully, she didn’t hear from him too often. She popped the cork and sniffed it suspiciously, checking for poison. As she filled her glass, she considered doing some lab tests on the liquid just to be safe, but realized that was going a bit overboard.
“Well, I’m spending way too much time alone,” she said, grabbing her glass as she shrugged off her ridiculous suspicions. She headed to the window and stared up at the sky. There were northern lights flashing brightly and the wind blew loudly. She clutched her lab coat tighter as she took in the view of the barren and desolate landscape.
At the twinkle of a star in the sky, she held her glass up in a toast and before taking her first sip, she made a wish. She’d just touched the glass to her lips when the usual drone of silence was interrupted by a thump at her airlock door. Marisa jumped and nearly spilled her drink as she spun around to see what had happened. She’d been alone in the silent sphere for so long, with only the sound of the wind to keep her company, that the small noise really sent her heart racing. The entire time she’d been living in the sphere, she’d never had a visitor. In fact, she wasn’t allowed any because it would ruin the experiment of the affects of extreme isolation.
She hurried over, half worried, and half excited to find the most handsome older gentlemen she’d ever seen. He was very distinguished looking and wearing a white robe. He knocked on the inner door of the airlock, which was actually designed to minimize heat rather than air loss. As she paused, still not sure what to do, she watched him shiver at the unheated air. If she let him in, the experiment would be over, but she couldn’t very well leave him outside.
“Would you mind opening up, Marisa? It’s rather cold out here and I’m too old to be out in this temperature.” He patted his toned body, that of a sixty year old athlete, and noted the goose pimples forming. “Hurry?”
Marisa stared at the drink in her hand, now pretty sure her boss had spiked it with something. She knew the man was out to get her but this was going too far. There couldn’t possibly be a bare chested man in an ornate robe wondering around Antarctica. Besides the obvious poisoning, she thought about the sad wish she’d just made on the shooting star.
“Hey, you know what’s weird? I just wished to never spend another holiday alone!” she called to the man through the thick glass, explaining how ridiculous it was, then added, “And here you are. This…this can’t be a coincidence, can it?”
The man cast a glance behind him, as if he were looking for someone, and then looked back through the window. His tanned face was framed by a perfectly trimmed beard and a full head of grey hair. His chest was exposed where his robe was open, and she couldn’t help but notice how ripped he was.
Deciding to play along, she headed to the airlock switch. Even though this was breaking several rules of the study, she was feeling a bit tipsy and was pretty sure hallucinations didn’t count anyway.
“Fuck it!” she announced, pressing the button. Her hand flew to her mouth at the vulgar language she’d just used, because her mom had raised her better. Typically, she was a very well behaved and proper individual. She was just feeling a little spunky this New Year’s Eve. With an overly bright and welcoming smile, Marisa threw the lever to open the door, so that her hallucination could come in out of the freezing cold.
“Goodness me, but it’s cold out there!” the man announced as he stepped inside, his white linen loincloth doing little to keep him warm as he let the robe fall to the floor. He rubbed at his body briefly to warm himself then smiled at the woman. “Happy old year, Marisa,” he greeted her, offering her a hand and when she instinctively took it, he pulled her into a warm embrace. He kissed her deeply, his strong arms wrapped around her soothingly to caress her back with unexpectedly warm hands.
“I’m the old year, Twenty-Sixteen, but you can call me Sixteen for short,” he told her with a smile as he kissed her again. His lips pressed to hers, and his tongue probed into her mouth. He paused, pulling back to nod toward the air lock. “The new year, Seventeen, will be here soon, you know?”
Marisa tilted her head, not understanding what he said, but figuring that figments of her imagination didn’t need to make sense. However, this one sure did smell wonderful. She didn’t know what cologne he wore, but it was amazing. The matter at hand seemed much more important and she focused on his soft lips against hers. She’d always been attracted to older men, and besides, it was traditional to kiss someone on New Year’s Eve. She got to her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss and opening her mouth for his tongue. Her body was small against his large one, and she pressed her body against him, thrilled to be in someone’s arms again.
Another knock at the airlock had her eyes flying open, but she wasn’t willing to stop the kiss, and neither was the old man. He carefully walked them over, so that he could open it without stopping. His blue eyes twinkled at both Marisa and the new arrival as he caught her lip between his teeth.
A handsome young man close to her age stepped inside and closed the airlock behind him. A thrill ran through her at the sight of him, because he was pure perfection. His blond hair was long and thick, and his all over tan was very obvious given the thin “Happy New Year” sash and loincloth he wore. “Not a fit start to my year, Sixteen,” he commented as he stepped up to the pair and pressed his large body against Marisa’s back.
“Indeed not, but we’ll warm up quickly I’m sure,” Sixteen pointed out as he lowered the lab coat down Marisa’s shoulders.
“Hi,” she chirped, now speaking to her newest hallucination in a hope that he wouldn’t disappear.
“Mmmmm…well, hello,” he replied, brushing her hair aside and kissing her neck.
“Uh, am I hallucinating?” she asked, closing her eyes to savor the feeling of their bodies against hers.
Their hands were quick and sure as they removed her clothes and her breath grew heavier. Their kisses didn’t miss a beat on her neck, ears and lips while she briefly worried about how to write this up in her daily log. She was swiftly stripped naked and embraced between their muscled bodies, being crushed between them. Their hands running over her body brought a shiver of anticipation and she quickly recalled the erotic things she’d imagined in all of the kinky fantasies that she never imagined living out.
The young man’s grip was firm on her petite, firm body, and she could tell by the way he reverently stroked her that he highly approved. Her excitement grew feverish at the sensation of his very large cock rubbing against her ass, and she arched her back to feel it better.
She’d never been self conscious of her appearance and enjoyed sex on the two other occasions she’d had it. So, when she was quickly disrobed, it suited her just fine. “Oh, my goodness. Is this really going to happen?” she asked, her nails digging into the older mans shoulders as she stood completely naked between them.
Marisa groaned into Sixteen’s mouth as her tongue rolled over his, and she reached down to find his erection very promising under his loincloth. The palm of her small hand pressed into it hard and she moved it lower to feel his balls and then stroke behind them.
Much to her disappointment, they stopped and backed away from her, grinning from a few paces away.
“Yes, it’s really happening, Marisa. But, listen. We’re here for a reason,” pointed out the older man as he rested an elbow on the younger man’s shoulder.
“I know it!” Seventeen exclaimed. He couldn’t wait to get more of Marisa and started toward her. The older man cuffed him and he stopped with a yelp of surprise.
“Not that! Well, not just that,” Sixteen explained as he tugged the other man back by the hair and winked at her. “You’re too isolated, Marisa, even before this experiment. We’re here to show you just what you’re missing in the world.”
“Ever read Christmas Carol?” The young man asked, grinning playfully. “I’m the future and present, and he’s way past it.” He jumped as Sixteen tweaked his nipple and took over.
“Basically you shouldn’t be alone and divorced from humanity,” the bearded man announced, explaining exactly how she was too isolated.
“Okay, I’d love it if you’d show me what I’m missing,” Marisa said, knowing that she’d never have an opportunity like this again. Anything these two handsome men wanted to show her, she’d be happy to see.
Now that they’d got the talking out of the way, Marissa was suddenly a bit shy about what to do next. Her eyes went from one man to the other, then she glanced at the bed and blushed.
Seventeen removed both their loincloths with an easy tug. Their erect cocks stood proud as they took up position on either side of her body. She felt the heat coming off of them, instantly warming her body. She was already dripping and tingly between her legs.
They easily lifted her petite body, and her feet dangled as they pressed against her, smashing her between them. Marisa held onto the young man’s broad shoulders as they lowered her onto their cocks, gradually filling up both of her holes. They kissed her passionately as she was double penetrated, her breasts rubbing on Seventeen’s chest.
When they both entered her, Marisa felt almost painfully full and her gasping breath was a half scream that echoed throughout the sphere.
Sixteen’s cock stretched her virgin rectum, forcing into her painfully. She never had a feeling like it, and tensed as he drove in deeper. Soon she didn’t mind the pain, because his cock was rubbing new places inside her and nothing had ever felt so good in her life. In fact, it felt so good that she was in a mindless ecstasy. The friction of their cocks against the thin membrane dividing her ass and vaginal wall sent thrills of pleasure through her. It was mind blowing and she threw her head back to meet the older man’s shoulder behind her, reaching her arm back around his neck to hold on.