Different Planet Ch 10

"I think it's time for you to lick my cunt, boy," Kate said, "Unless you can get it up again pretty soon."

"You want to sit on my face, choke off my air?" He remembered her chest heaving as she deep-throated him, racing to make him cum before she passed out.

"I'm feeling horny, yes," she rolled on her back and pulled her knees up, "but also lazy!"

"Mmm," he said, scooting between her legs.

"Alice told me they taught you good in health class," she said, as he pushed her pussylips apart and slipped his tongue inside her, savouring the taste of his own semen, then moving up her slit.

She gasped as he reached her clit. "Never had any complaints," he said, running his tongue-tip in a little circle around it, then sucking it between his lips like a miniature penis.

"OH!" she moaned, "That's JUST right! She thought for a second, "Are the practicums using live models now, or do you just mean the simulators aren't programmed to complain?"

He laughed, "The training androids wouldn't complain," He gave her clit another expert flick with his tongue, "But they would critique your performance." He blew on her wet pussy gently, making her shiver, "I even had one tell me to be careful, some girls don't like cunnilingus, no matter how good you are at it."

"Did they also tell you some girls don't like giving blowjobs?"

"Yeah. But they said we still had to lick them, even so -- so long as they liked being licked."

"That seem unfair -- OH!" Her hips shook as he ran his tongue along her pierced pussylips, "Unfair to you?"

"I don't know, you're the first chance I've had, and you seem to like it." He felt the piercings, "Hey, what kind of jewelry did you have here?"

"You mean Alice never gave you a private lesson?" She stroked his hair as he probed the little holes, almost closed up now, in her pussylips. He didn't answer, so she let it be, wondering if Alice's lonely, almost-middle-aged pussy had really been able to resist the temptation of a healthy young virgin with considerable practicum training in lovemaking techniques. "A whole box-full of jewelry," she continued, pulling up on her knees, opening her own pink box wider for him, "Plus some rings and a cord you could run through them like a corset and tie me closed."

"Wow!"

"That's nothing," she reached for her bag, "I'll show you a picture from a chastity-blowjob game at one of my favorite orgies."

Puzzled, he kept licking her, but gently, so she wouldn't be TOO distracted while she was fishing for her phone.

"Here," He looked up to see her peeling off a little sheet of... paper?... plastic?... before she put the rest of the thin sheaf back in her bag.

The picture, about the size of his palm, showed a woman on all fours. Her legs were open, but her vaj was closed: a row of half a dozen delicate brass padlocks hung from her pussylips, each one through piercings on either side of her pussylips. Her face wasn't visible, but the breasts were definitely Kate's. They had their own little padlocks too, through the piercings in the nipples.

She let him look at the pic, then put it aside, propped up so he could see it while he put his head back between her legs.

"The boys get keyrings, each with a few almost-identical keys," she said, "They lie on the floor next to each other, but leave enough room for the girls on hands and knees to get in a sixty-nine position."

"He's supposed to lick her, stick his tongue between the padlocks?" he asked, slipping his tongue between her pussylips again, pushing into her squirming vaj, tasting his own sperm again.

"AH! No, no," she moaned and moved her hips, "He's not allowed to do anything until he finds the right keys and removes all the padlocks."

"Mmm," he said, gently sucking her clit between his lips.

"OH!" she giggled, "You certainly paid attention in class! Now, where was I? Oh, right. The ring has keys to the nipple locks too, so two of the keys won't work on any of the labia locks. And all the while she's playing with his cock, and getting horny and wet so all the little padlocks are getting slippery."

Tony imagined trying to concentrate on inserting tiny brass keys in tiny damp holes while a horny girl on top of him tongued his aching cock.

"Some girls just teased, lazily licking it like a lollipop," she was thrusting her hips slowly now, breathing deeply, "But some of them, they were looking left and right like it was a competition as they bobbed their heads up and down, trying to make their boy the first in the room to shoot his -- Aaah! That's goooood! -- shoot his load."

"What happened if she got him to squirt before he got her unlocked?" He imagined it wouldn't be so bad, really, to shoot off for a girl eagerly deep-throating him while he played with her wet pussy. He imagined a pierced, jeweled pussy might be even more fun.

"If he gets his rocks off before he gets her locks off, then he has to lick her to bring her off -- oooh! YES! Lick her just like THAT!" she thrust her hips up into his face, "And he still has to remove her brass jewelry before he can even do THAT!"

He didn't say anything, he was moving his tongue fast on her clit now, making her gasp as she struggled to talk.

"One boy got so - gasp - frustrated - I think this was one of the times we - gasp - scattered the keys to different - gasp - rings so the boys had to pass them back and forth to find the - gasp - right ones -- he got so - gasp - frustrated -- and I wasn't even pushing him - gasp - pushing him hard, I mean he was nowhere NEAR coming! -- that when he couldn't get the last - GASP - couple locks off he just GASP - oh that's sooo goooood Tony! pushed me over, turned around and rammed himself in me!"

Tony looked at the picture. The locks hanging from Kate's cunt lips were very close together. Even with some missing it would be a tight fit, cock scraping against hard metal.

"TORE THE FUCKING THINGS RIGHT OUT OF ME!" she screamed, bucking her hips and splashing his face with her warm juices, "FUCKING COCK LUBED UP RED LIKE HE'D BROKE A VIRGIN OPEN AND BLOOD FUCKING EVERYWHERE!" Her eyes turned up in her head and he was glad for the sound-proofing as even the bed began to shake.

Later, when he held her in his arms and kissed her, she tasted her juices on his lips and he felt the hard knobs of her reinforced breasts poking his chest ( the burn patches scraped his skin unpleasantly), she told him it hadn't taken much work for the dox to fix her torn labes, but the pain had been incredible.

"Fantastic orgasm," she whispered, as if it were a secret, "But I didn't tell him that right away," she moved against him as if she were getting hot again just at the thought, "It would have made a real mess of the chastity-blowjob game," she kissed him again, "But if the blue-suits let me go back for my jewelry box maybe sometime we can play the lock-virgin-rip game."