Backscatter

Alvaro tried to finish up. "Within the resonance I create, in the time interval between the surface and the center of the sphere, the dark energy is nowhere at all. That's the way the photons work, that's the way the dark energy works."

"But Alvaro, you can stop light with a barrier! You can block the focus of a lens!"

"Well, yeah, sure... Oh! I see your problem. Matter outside the flashlight is outside the center-point resonance. Dark energy is not a photon or a charged particle. The material between the sphere's surface and center resonance can only interact with the dark energy through gravitational lensing, and the shingles on the roof create an incredibly tiny bending of the space-time continuum. The effect is completely negligible. Really Megan, the shingles are far more likely to interact with neutrinos than out-of-resonance dark energy. In fact, the only material we've found to be an effective resonance receptor is a mesh of carbon nano-tube fibers. The turbine blades are impregnated with them."

Megan sighed and nodded. "It's going to take me a while to absorb all this."

Alvaro noticed how tired she looked. "No," he thought, "not just tired, disturbed." He said out loud, "Enough for one day then? We can always tour the generators some other time."

"Yes, I think so. Let's go home. Want to take a walk along the ocean?"

"Sure.. I'd love to." Alvaro got up to unplug the device and put it back in the safe.

"Oh, I'll get it." Megan turned off the AC and then unplugged it from its infinite power source. She handed the flashlight back to Alvaro. "Wow. It's cold now. Not freezing but definitely below room temperature."

"Yeah. It's a minor attribute of the resonance. There's all this dark energy flowing in. There's also seems to be a small amount of regular energy flowing out against the resonance. It's unexpected, but it seems to help stabilize the dark power flow."

Megan responded with a noncommittal grunt. So much information, and it made so little sense. "Unexpected?" she asked.

"Well, the theory doesn't predict it, but there seems to be some sort of backscatter..." Alvaro closed the safe and stood up.

Megan hugged him. "Alvaro! This is so incredible! You'd get a Nobel Prize if they were still giving them out!"

He grinned and gave her a playful kiss. "You're probably right!"

She kissed him back. "So we're running Madeira by draining the universe of dark energy, huh?"

"Well, I wouldn't use the word draining. That's too strong a word. Remember that power is force times velocity?"

"Yeah."

"The velocity of the flashlight's turbine blade at full power is less than three meters per second. It would have to be near light speed to actually start draining all the dark energy on its resonance sphere. Imagine draining an energy density of 0.5 nano-Joules per cubic meter at light speed across the surface of a sphere 900 km in radius. The power flow across the surface would be about..." He paused for a moment. "close to two tera-Watts. And Coke will pull at most 7.8 kW, a tiny amount, a million times less than the natural ripples that are already there."

Megan's eyes lit up and she looked both thoughtful and astonished. "Two tera-Watts?! That's bigger than the world's power grid! Are you saying this one flashlight could run the world?!"

"No. That would actually be very dangerous. The flashlight acts as a lens to focus dark pressure." Alvaro took a deep breath. "We started running a process called Project Alchemy back in the summer of 2043 where we collapsed two dark energy bubbles directly into a matter conversion exchange. But even then we kept our impact far below the background fluctuations. In all our systems, we have an absolute upper limit of 0.4 parts per million of how much dark energy we'll take from the background level."

Megan took a deep breath. She felt she was barely following the thread of the conversation. "And why is that?"

Alvaro was silent for a very long moment, and then looked troubled. "It's difficult to put into words. The singularities in the mathematics become undefined as you drain spacetime of its dark energy. You're creating a ripple in spacetime, something that propagate both inward and outward at light speed. What we're doing is more than three orders of magnitude below the natural fluctuations. That should be fine. And there's no need to do more. Why pull on the fabric of spacetime harder than you have to? If you want more power, just use a bigger sphere."

Megan nodded slowly. "So you really could get two tera-Watts with a big enough sphere?"

"Well... yeah."

"Any limits at all on how much power you could ultimately pull?"

"Well, in practice no."

Megan smiled. She knew how her husband's mind worked. "And not in practice?"

"Well, theoretically we would be limited by gravitational lensing... eventually."

Megan scrunched her nose. "Huh?"

"This is all very theoretical. If we pushed the dark energy density high enough, we'd create a Black Hole."

"Here in the lab?!"

"Megan, this is pure theory. We would have to push the energy density to the equivalent of an entire Earth mass into a resonance chamber less than three cubic centimeters in size. The gravitational lensing would destroy the resonance. We're talking a million trillion Earth gravities. Of course we'll never do such a thing!"

"What?!" Megan shuddered at the concept of her body flattened to nucleon thickness. In a hoarse whisper she asked, "You're capable of doing that?"

Alvaro just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think so... And we certainly never would. It would destroy the Earth, maybe the entire solar system."

They were all set to leave. Megan shook her head and held his hand. "I think I need some time to digest this. Come on! A nice walk by the ocean!"

They were very quiet as they returned to Funchal.

Chapter 7. Newlyweds

Six weeks later at Megan & Alvaro's home at Porto Santo

Time: Friday, July 10, 2048 7:16 PM

Following the farming tradition of the island, their guests said their goodbyes shortly past 7 PM, just as the sun was setting. It had been an uncomfortably hot day, a record setter. Porto Santo had reached 36C in the early afternoon, and the capital Funchal was even worse. Hemmed in by steep cliffs on three sides except for the southern exposure to the sun, the air was trapped and stagnant and heated to an unbearable record-tying 41C.

After their guests left, Megan and Alvaro spent the next two hours chatting while they cleaned up from the party and finally took a cool shower together. Alvaro stood behind Megan and laughed as he washed her and asked if she were in the mood to continue the celebration. His hands were roaming all over her body, paying particular attention to her feminine shape, rubbing her cool soapy breasts and pubic fur. Alvaro's half-erect penis was nosing its way down between her wet thighs, his sac high and tight against his groin from the cold water.

Megan turned and flashed him a very inviting smile in reply. She gripped his penis with a clean wet hand and fast jerked him hard, up and down along his shaft. She then re-gripped with her other hand and gave him a very soapy squeeze. Her fingers were pressing against the major vein along the back ridgeline of his stiff cock and she could feel his pulse as he panted. They retired to their bedroom as soon as they dried themselves with towels.

Megan lay on her side and Alvaro curled up behind her. They were both panting in their sexual heat for each other and quickly moved through some brief foreplay. With his hands wrapped around her and milking her breasts, Alvaro's penis was jabbing and sliding against soft feminine thighs, vulva, and rump. He lubricated his cock with the slick moisture running from Megan's aroused labia. Megan shuddered and arched her hips and lifted her top leg high, curling her leg and toes and exposing herself and whimpering for Alvaro to hurry.

Alvaro pulled back and then thrust hard with his major hip muscles. His slick penis head nailed Megan directly on her anus. Megan yelped in surprise at the explosive burst of pressure on her sphincter. Alvaro had almost driven himself high up into her bowels.

"Sorry," he whispered as he panted. His hand was tenderly caressing her hip, the nose of his cock resting meekly against the outer folds of her labia.

"That's okay," Megan whispered with a ragged breath. "I'm so hot. Just fuck me, fast and hard!" She reached down and guided the pole between her legs into her womanhood, feeling it cup and then firmly catch the vaginal entrance. Alvaro felt the familiar exquisite embrace of her vagina on his glans, and he humped up into her in short eager strokes. Megan growled her approval, and then lost herself in sexual bliss as Alvaro gave her the type of sex she wanted.

The thrusting was hard and furious. Time lost all meaning, and Megan rode her waves of pleasure higher and higher until everything came crashing down in a great shuddering climax, Megan jerking and twisting her body but unable to escape the male intrusion deep inside her and not really wanting to. She lay still and submissive, accepting the swift penetrations as her mind slowly returned to reality.

Megan realized she was grunting softly in unison with the swift strokes of the cock penetrating her. Alvaro was still drilling her from behind, hard and fast as she had asked. Her left leg was bent and still held high to offer Alvaro full and easy access into her. Megan had had her own orgasm, long and sweet, and now she was drifting, not minding the blows of the penis head against her cervix. In fact it felt very sexy to service her husband's urgent need to thrust and get off inside her, and she purred to him in love. His cock felt long and thin, just the way it always did when Alvaro was sliding down his final chute to orgasm. She was sure of it. His climax was almost upon him.

Megan gasped as Alvaro changed tempo. Instead of the quick sliding pounds, he pressed deep and began a slow rocking motion. Megan felt her rump swaying back and forth, her lover's hips locked to hers, her vagina stretched and slowly stroking the skin on his stiff shaft up and down. Then the arm across her pelvis gripped her fiercely, trapping and locking her for insemination. Megan bore down and squeezed her vagina as tightly as she could, giving her lover the added pleasure of forcing his ejaculation into a tight female.

Alvaro grunted and pressed hard, drilling against the far back wall of her vagina and then splashing the bottom of his wife's uterus with his seed. Megan cried out as a ripple of ecstasy took her. They were married now for almost two months, but it still took her by surprise how intensely pleasurable it felt whenever Alvaro erupted inside her.

His hand was petting the damp fur of her pubis. The stiff pole within her was still pushing against her uterus, but not as hard and Megan could feel it was just starting to soften. She could also feel a generous deposit of warm semen making her feel squishy inside. She growled in happiness, placing her hand over his and pushing his palm firmly against her womb.

Alvaro caressed his sweaty wife, panting and slowly winding down in the sticky darkness. "Pretty hot in here. There's no breeze from the window at all."

Megan giggled. "You think this is bad? You should spend a summer in Texas. It can be much more brutal than this, hotter and even more humid, for two, three months in a row."

"Yikes... I've spent some time on the African mainland. I know what high heat is. But at least there it's dry." The sounds of some disturbed songbirds drifted in through the open window. Alvaro sighed. "Sounds as if the neighbor's cat is hunting canaries again."

Megan sighed too, and then reached down and pressed Alvaro's hand firmly against her womb. "Dearest, you want to start doing this without me on birth control, just let me know."

Alvaro kissed and licked the back of her sweaty neck. "I might be persuadable. Seriously? You mean soon?"

Megan sighed and nodded. "Yes, soon. I know we've talked about waiting a year or two, but when I feel you unload in me like this, a part of me is crying that I'm not fertile."

Alvaro rested the side of his head against hers and nodded. "I know. It's the same for me. To come inside you to..."

"...to breed me?" Megan asked.

Alvaro shuddered and whispered, "It would be incredible." He rocked his hips and gave her slow deep strokes and then added suddenly, "Uh, this is incredible too of course!" He kissed her sweaty neck again and closed his eyes and gave a deep sigh.

"Hah! And which do you like better Alvaro, front or rear?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you like missionary better, or do you prefer mounting me like this, humping up against my rump?"

A yawn. "Oh, I don't know. Both are wonderful. How about you Megan? Does the birthday girl have a preference?"

Megan giggled. "I love all the ways you mount me, and all the ways I mount you... There was a moment though, when you were searching for me earlier... You were so eager for me! Your cock gave my anus a very energetic poke."

A pause. "I remember. I knew I was in the wrong place. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh no, not at all. It actually felt kind of sexy, in a different sort of way. Alvaro?"

Another yawn. "Hmm?"

"Earlier this evening, at my party, I was talking to a friend..."

Another yawn. "Hmm? I think I saw you two talking. You mean Janinha?"

"Uh, I'd rather not mention a name. We were talking about our sex lives, just a bit..."

"Oh?" Alvaro's eyes blinked open and he gave a gentle laugh and another thrust up into his delightful wife. "I think I might have been drifting off to sleep, but you certainly have my attention now!"

"Yes, well... My friend was confiding in me. She and her husband have a very active sex life. I wasn't pressing for physical details, not at all. She mentioned he likes to anal mount her..."

Alvaro was very quiet for a moment. "I know Janinha's husband well. I see him as a kind and gentle guy. He's not hurting her, is he?"

"Oh no. I..." There was a pause. "Uh, I'd rather not confirm this is Janinha I'm talking about."

"Oh. Okay. Is your friend being hurt?"

"No. At least I don't think so. She didn't talk about what it felt like physically. Alvaro?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't describe our sex life with your friends, do you? The physical stuff I mean."

"No, of course not. Seriously Megan, I'd be violating your trust. I'll never do that."

"I wouldn't mind if it was outside the physical stuff. Everybody needs reality checks now and then, especially with their emotions. That's what friends are for."

Alvaro petted her hip. "You're very sweet. But I haven't talked to anyone about anything, not with this." His hand stroked the top of her hip in love, and then another thrust of his softening cock along her vaginal tract. He returned to kissing her neck.

Megan sighed happily and wiggled her rump back into his groin. "I'm amazed you're maintaining such a nice erection. It's been a while since you creamed me. Usually I'm cleaning you by now." Another wiggle down, which was followed by his semi-stiff cock thrusting up. Megan grunted and added, "But you still seem eager to remain where you are!"

Alvaro laughed quietly. "Maybe it's the thought of your friend getting nailed in her rump."

"Yes, perhaps. Alvaro, does it excite you, to think of another man anal mounting a woman?"

"Well..."

"Do you want to anal mount me? Be completely honest. I want to know your desires."

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm curious. Do you want to try it?"

"Hmmm..." Alvaro shifted as he petted her. Megan felt a gentle finger wiggling down into the crack of her ass, just above where the penis was coupling to her vagina. She reached back with her hand and arched her hip, lifting her upper butt cheek to expose herself. The finger found her and began caressing her anus.

It left for a moment and ran across her sweaty buttocks, and then returned very wet. More gentle caresses, then more moisture from Alvaro's spit. The stimulation felt very slick and sexy. The anal lubrication and soft pressure continued until Megan thought she could feel herself dilating. And then the finger began to tease her, almost pushing into her soft anal opening and then backing off.

She pushed back with her rump just as the finger started to leave, and was rewarded by it sliding up inside her in one slick penetration. She shuddered and cried out a small gasp of pleasure. "Wow! Very smooth! Are you sure this the first time you've done this with a girl Alvaro?"

He laughed. "Need you ask?!" And then, more seriously, "Is this okay?"

"Oh yeah, nice job! I didn't expect it to feel this silky. I was thinking it would be more like a clinical exam. This is much nicer! Sexy!" She paused. "Tell me the truth Alvaro. Do you want to try this with your penis?"

Alvaro gave a small gasp. "Do you mean in the future or right now?"

"I'm not sure, either way I guess... Do you dream about it, nailing me in my rump?"

Alvaro groaned. His finger curled inside her, hooking and caressing her rectal wall. "Megan, first of all, I really don't want to hurt you. Dream about anal sex? Oh, maybe. It's such an act of complete domination..."

"Yes?" She pushed her rump down on his hand, encouraging him to explore more deeply.

"I guess it's an idle fantasy. I enjoy licking your anus a lot, and having you lick mine. Sometimes, when I'm licking you... It's so sexy to have you so submissive. I have your ass cheeks gripped and separated and your cute rear hole seems so available. It almost seems you're offering yourself to me."

"I am offering you my anus, offering it to be licked. I don't know about your cock though. Your finger feels heavenly now, but I don't think your cock would fit."

"I don't think so either. Sweet Megan, I am content."

Megan nodded and yawned. "Still, if the thought excites you..."

Alvaro curled his finger and rotated it firmly across the length of her rectal wall. "Do you want me to try?"

Megan gasped. The finger curl had felt like an unexpected spark of hot sexual passion erupting directly in her bowels. "I'd want you to talk to me about it. Maybe we could play with the idea. As long as it doesn't hurt, I won't mind." She felt him shudder behind her.

"To get pleasure from another's pain, I can't think of a more universal sin. Megan, I could never enjoy forcing myself on you, your bowels or anywhere else."

"I know. Talking with my friend though, I don't think pain was the issue."

"Ah..." He wiggled in deeper, as far as he could go. He opened his mouth and gently bit down on the back of Megan's neck, locking his female into submission and keeping her in her exposed position.

Megan felt his fingertip caressing her deep within, tracing the connection where her rectum joined with her large intestine. Megan sighed and relaxed, opening her body to the pleasure her lover was offering.

The gentle teeth left her neck. Her husband whispered, "Megan, your friend... What was the issue?"

"Huh? Oh yeah..." Megan sighed. "Her upbringing. She grew up thinking anal sex was filthy and perverted."

"Ah. What did you tell her?"

"My beliefs. I think if a sex act is based in love and playfulness, the concept of filth never applies, not in the mental sense. I mean, if we started playing with each other's shit, things could get extremely filthy physically, but mentally? There would be no debasement. It would just be you and I getting a bit kinky, that's all." Her husband stirred, and Megan felt the broad surface of his buried finger rotating and again caressing her rectal walls. She sighed in pleasure. "Don't get me wrong. I don't think I'd enjoy playing with shit. But what you're doing now feels so sexy... You don't mind? I know I'm not clean down there. I think I can feel your finger sliding in my..."