Different Planet Ch 08

Kate lazily soaped Tony, paying special attention to his softening cock, cupping his balls in her hand as the shower stream splashed down on them, pushing back the foreskin to rinse off his sticky from the super-soft sensitive skin of the head. Tony tried to return the favor, running his fingers clumsily between her buttocks, cleaning out the lube and semen, but he was still a bit dazed. Had she come too? She was so relaxed, she MUST have. But he hadn't even touched her pussy or her clit, and she'd kept her hands flat on the tiled wall of the shower, so she couldn't have touched herself.

"Crazy world we live in," she said as they toweled each other off afterwards, "An Emancipation Party should be a glorious festival, not a quiet evening at home! C'mon," she took his penis in her hand and led him towards his bedroom, "Let's see if we can make us some noise!"

He'd prepared his bed, removed the cover and put it in the closet so it wouldn't get in the way. He'd learned in practicum that if you performed in bed -- and you didn't have to use that location, their beloved teacher Mrs. Flowers always reminded her students -- then make sure you're prepared to clean anything where you might leave your intimate fluids.

She sat him down on the pristine white sheets and kissed him quite innocently, like it was her first time kissing him, as if she hadn't let him cum up her arse just a few minutes before. Was it the first time he'd kissed her lips? He'd kissed her practically everywhere else...

She leaned back and traced her fingers across her left breast, "I feel practically naked without my jewelry," she said, which sounded odd, her being completely naked. She even opened her legs a bit, giving him a view of her pink, "I hope when all this is over," she said, "I'll be able to replace all that hardware." Her fingernails probed her nipples, big gumdrops a couple of shades darker brown than her evenly tanned skin. The holes were already starting to close up.

"You said you enjoyed the piercing," he imagined drops of blood oozing down from her nipples and bent over to kiss right where it might drip.

"Yeah," she said, sitting up and opening the case which was all the luggage she'd brought, "But all the jewelry got left behind when we evacuated Strawberry District."

"Strawberry?"

"Yeah," she hunted through little pockets of clear plastic, "You know it?"

Strawberry district was outlying areas, the name moving as the colony expanded. People living there, or trying to, took risks -- either daring or stupid depending on the outcome and your point of view -- so they could brag about being on the cutting edge or the new wave or whatever other cliché took their fancy. Explorers and pioneers were the only ones allowed, officially, but the cracks were wide and adventurous but untrained citizens often slipped through.

The adventures of those citizens were legendary, spanning centuries of Colony history. Clandestine videos of orgies that wouldn't have been noticed elsewhere -- dancers tearing off clothes to grind genitals together, exchanging partners in a musical chairs that saw each woman penetrated by each man in the group, seemingly endless chains of gay men linked, cock in butthole, cock in butthole, cock in butthole, women squirting geysers to splash the camera lens, stern old women standing their young men shoulder to shoulder, competing to see whose boy they could make squirt furthest, women taking men in all three orifices plus two handjobs, bukkake showers of white rain on open-mouthed boys and girls, giant bowls of jello like green slime with naked men and women laughing maniacally, struggling and copulating in every combination imaginable. These were all censored by authorities: tourism was the last thing wanted in pioneer zones.

Other images had to circulate sub rosa, couldn't even get on line in the first place, as no reputable platform would allow them even to be described to their audiences:

==>Videos of men secured by their foreskins nailed to a wooden table. Their screams as they were whipped and shocked and finally forced to ejaculate by violent prostate stimulation, sperm shooting out mixed with blood.

==>Women carving flowers, hearts and kittens in each other's flesh with red hot knives, trying to keep their hands steady as the boys they sat on desperately strained to bring them off with their tongues before suffocating while handcuffed servants held out torches to reheat the blades.

==>Dildo races with contestants of all sexes, taking larger and longer probes into every orifice, some screaming in ecstasy as the huge intruders stimulated their happy places, others screaming in pain as those no-longer-happy places burst and bled.

==>The famously brutal Omar Ilhan whose Islamic heritage remembered the ancient punishments, practices and pastimes of Third Millennium Old Earth.

==>The game rooms inspired by trashy Sapphire romance novels, where tight young women were taken forcefully -- brutally -- by creepy older men.

All, officially, never happened in the pioneer zones, the hot zones, the places on the edge where the dust of construction met the alien landscape.

"I know it," he said, "The legends, the poetry, 'I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer -- its dust and lowering skies.'" He saw she had extracted a small white cylinder with a brown tip from somewhere in her bag. "What's that?"

"They used to tobacco with this, years ago," she said, still hunting in her bag with her free hand, "I don't go for authenticity, though. I go for convenience. This is electric, not disposable." She found the little white packet she was looking for in her bag and tossed it on the shelf over her head before he could see what it was.

"Tobacco?"

"Here," she stuck the brown end between his lips, "Suck on this."

He inhaled, smelled the sweetness in the back of his throat, then jumped and pulled it out of his mouth when he felt the heat on his face: the other end of the cylinder was glowing red. "Mint?" he said, handing it back to her quickly, "There must be something wrong with the battery, it's heating up."

She smoothly reversed it, touching the tip, now bright orange, to her left breast, above the nipple, where her tanned skin met the darker areola.

She gasped, her thighs twitching, "Yes," her voice was strained, "It's so HOT!" The mint scent in his nostrils was replaced by the odor of burning flesh. The packet, he saw now, it was burn patches.

"Y-you'll ruin your tan," he said stupidly, staring at the angry red circle now raising a blister.

"It's worth it," she sucked on the burner, "Mmm, I like mint!" She waved it in front of her, "But it's not really necessary. It could just have a little switch. And the battery is mostly to heat the tip, not to deliver flavor."

He realized then that the air he'd sucked in hadn't been hot. Hadn't even been warm.

"Here," she held it out to him, "Do my other tit -- no, wait," she popped it back in her mouth and flopped back on his bed, "Get inside me first, baby!"

Hands free now, she grabbed her heels, bent her knees and pulled her legs apart, blonde pubic hair opening, the lines of piercings in her labia separating. He stared at the orange-tipped tube in her mouth, the angry red burn on her left breast, the warm, wet pink between her pussylips.

Expert from long study in class and practicum, not to mention that one time with Zora -- had Alice told Kate about that? -- he only needed to put his hands on her thighs to steady himself and slide his cock in all the way to the hilt. She was teenager tight and as well trained as he was, caressing him with every internal muscle. "Oooh!" she winked at him, "Nice and big! I hope Alice had a chance to sample this!' she said wickedly.

Shocked, he could only force out, "Alice -- uh!" he grunted as she pussysqueezed him again, "Alice always follows the rules."

She ignored this. "Now," she gasped, taking the burning tube out of her mouth before it could fall and handing it to him, "Do my other tit!"

He took it, but hesitated, pretending to concentrate on thrusting a little deeper into her.

"C'mon," she moved her hips in time with his, "You know it gets you hard to do it!"

It didn't, or at least he didn't know, because he hadn't done it before. But just hearing her say it made him a little bit angry and he reached for her, aiming for the symmetrical spot on her right breast. Of course he missed, touching the glowing tip below the nipple and further from the areola, but the nerve endings worked just the same: she shrieked and bucked, her cunt spasming like a vise and a vibrator, her back arching, shaking him so hard he lost his hold and dropped the burner on her belly where it left a thin red stripe as it rolled off her onto the sheet where it extinguished automatically.

He didn't realize this, and fire was a dangerous thing in a sealed colony, but somehow the adrenalin and the girl's screams only make him pump harder.

"This the 'bitch' Muriel and Staughton turned you into?" he forced out, looking directly into her eyes.

She didn't see, her eyes were turned up, only the whites visible, but she could hear. Her response was an animal howl that sent him over the edge, thinking, "Should have bit her titties, see what THAT would do," as he spurted his load into her frantically pulsing vaj.

He came back to life lying on top of her, his chest pressed against the hard masses of her breasts, her lips gently kissing his cheek, her hands stroking his back.

"Next," she whispered, as his shrinking cock slipped out of her pussy, "I'm going to suck off that nice, big teenage tool of yours, complete the full three-hole-slut experience."