Different Planet Ch 11

Late that evening, after Kate had gone home or, rather, back to the temporary lodgings set up for displaced persons working on Reclamation, and Alice, Muriel and Staughton had returned from their own emergency work, decontaminated and removed their environment suits and showered, Alice came in to Tony's room where he was lying in bed and reading the news.

He raised his eyebrows: she was wearing nothing but a hair towel.

"Switching tonight?" he asked, "Muriel want to share with her husband again?"

"Maybe," she winked as she sat down next to him, "But I just wanted to check if you had anything left after all that partying, and then I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask me what?" he asked, as she sat beside him, took away the tablet he was reading and took his cock in her right hand.

"Let's find out if there's anything still left in these first," she cupped his testicles in her left.

"I think our friend Kate drained them dry." Nevertheless, he stiffened to at least half erect. Her breasts brushed his chest as she handled him.

"But I think these teenage balls," she rolled them gently in her palm, "Are already recharging!"

"Mmm!" he sighed, stretching back and looking at her. He'd seen her naked, of course, but never at milking time. Even if it was just skimpy transparent panties, she always kept up an illusion of modesty, of distance. Maybe she was going to shift to milking him with her now-no-longer forbidden vaj?

The thought made him stand straight and tall. She squeezed gently, feeling him firming up, moving her knees apart so he could see her labia opening, revealing her pink.

"You're Emancipated now," she licked her lips and looked him in the eye, "Go ahead," she paused, as if thinking how far she wanted to go, "Go ahead and touch my pussyfur. You know I've seen you looking at me naked a hundred times and you're either staring at my tits or my crotch!"

He kissed her left breast as he ran his index finger around her pussylips. There wasn't much. Except for a little fringe of pubic hair around the slit, her pubic triangle was waxed smooth and innocent as any virgin.

"Muriel," she said, increasing her pace, "She was absolutely devastated to miss your Emancipation party."

His hips jerked at the memory of Muriel's body, her sitting on his face and forcing him to tongue her butthole, her gasping, "Ooh fuck, you're a fucking genius at this!" That informal little party had emancipated him more than a little bit already.

"She's not sure whether to give you a little party like Kate did," his hips jerked again, harder, with that memory, "or waiting until after all this situation," she waved her free hand to indicate the recent chaos, the environment suits, the corridors blocked off with heat-sterilized quickoncrete, millions of cubic metres of habitat degaussed, colonists gone crazy strange evacuated in sealed transports, "is over to sponsor a good old-fashioned orgy for you and a couple dozen of her and Staughton's horniest friends, where she could fully experience this nice," she jerked him nice and hard as he thrust up through her fist, "young," she jerked again, he moaned and squirted as she whispered, "but emancipated cock!"

I'm so proud of him, she thought to herself, able to recover so quickly after what Kate had told her was an extremely thorough celebration.

"Now what I wanted to ask you," she continued as she gently, lovingly, washed and dried his genitals, belly and chest (he still had energy left to squirt a few last drops up as far as his oh-so-sensitive nipples!), "is would you mind if I shared my bed with Muriel this evening?"

Even through his post-orgasmic haze, even with the warm scent of cardamom and soap, even realizing what she really was asking was if he'd mind sharing his bed with Staughton, even with all the worries about the general situation,... even with all that running through his mind... the thought of his Alice with another woman sent a little shiver through him.

Oh, he knew she had overnight guests. He'd even met them at breakfast, cuddling up to Alice. Such satisfied, affectionate women, so happy. But he'd never seen them undressing or showering like he'd seen Muriel. And he'd certainly never been wanked off by them, or forced to lick them to screaming, shaking orgasms.

"And Staughton's OK with this?" He tried his best to sound lazy and nonchalant.

But she knew Tony was wondering if HE would be comfortable spending the night in bed so very near another cock, so she said, "Is my boy emancipated enough to spend some time close with another man?" She thought for a second, "Especially since they had to leave in a hurry, didn't have a chance to bring along any pyjams?"

Tony, very relaxed and happy with his balls utterly empty, still surprised himself by answering, "I won't be able to do so much, myself. Pretty limp," He rolled his hips, flopping his flaccid, happy noodle back and forth, "For a while. But maybe if he needs a helping hand," his fingers, still playing in her pussyfur, moved up and stroked her stiffening clit as if it were a small, supersensitive penis, "I'll be able to oblige him? I've seen enough milking first-hand," he gave her another flick, "I think I could do a pretty good job."

Alice giggled, imagining Tony watching another man's cock shooting out for real, not just in a health class video. "I think he might really appreciate that!" she said, semi-seriously, then disengaged his fingers from her genitals and stood up.

He watched her lean and muscled buttocks flexing as she left, imagining Muriel bending her over, opening them up, tasting... Taking a deep breath, he picked up his tablet and resumed reading the latest optimistic news of Reclamation projects.

Alice finished drying her hair and hung up the towel, then found Muriel and Staughton in the kitchen where they were sitting and talking in borrowed bathrobes.

"Did he have anything left?" Muriel smiled wickedly.

"Teenage boys always have something left," Staughton laughed, standing up and kissing Alice on the cheek. "So I guess I'm bunking with your tired young man tonight and you and Muriel can get on with a little catching up?" He stepped back, took a long look at Alice, at the telltale wetness lining her pussylips where Tony had stroked, aroused her; at her big, brown gumdrop nipples; at her even darker brown eyes that were looking down, now, at the erection that tented Staughton's robe. Even old boys, she reflected, usually have something left!

"Thanks SO much," Muriel said, standing up and letting her robe fall off her shoulders. Underneath, she was as nude as Alice, "I was SO looking forward to taking my little girl to bed tonight!"

Staughton winked and left to find Tony's room as Muriel embraced Alice. Warm breasts flattening together, pubic hair meshing, arms wrapped around each other.

"I've waited so long for this!"

"Me too!"

"Make love right here or get in bed like we said?"

They laughed and took the few steps into Alice's bedroom, much more comfortable than a hard kitchen table (or floor).

"I was always surprised," Alice said when they were finally snuggled under her blanket, lazily rubbing their crotches against the other's thighs and kissing softly, "That I could never tempt you when you were mentoring me."

"Tempt me?"

"I saw the way you looked at me. I knew that you mentored a lot more girls than boys. I thought I was," she reached for Muriel's hand and put it on her breast, holding it to her and kissing her fingertips, "I thought I looked pretty sexy, especially when I wouldn't wear panties even after you told me I had to."

"Horny teenage girls are some of the most powerful attractions on Earth," she caught herself with the anachronism, "and on the Colony too. But when you're immature -- and I don't mean that as an insult! -- when you're inexperienced, shall we say, you don't see things from others' points of view." She released Alice's breast after a playful squeeze, moved her hand up to run her fingers through Alice's hair. "For instance," she asked, "You've been tempted to do more with that little boy of yours than just routine milkings -- "

"More?!" she interrupted with a giggle, "The boy needs so much handwork I have to do extra exercises with my left to keep my muscles looking even. Puts out enough semen to fill a bathtub a week!"

"Good thing, too," Muriel answered thoughtfully, "We're going to need a lot of genetic material," she patted Alice's belly, "to help fill up a lot of prospective breeding slots when we start repopulating."

They held each other, thinking of the rough years ahead.

"Anyway," Muriel continued more cheerfully, "You were tempted. You knew he wouldn't dare say anything, you knew you could have him exactly the way you wanted him, whenever you wanted, you knew that he was eventually going to emancipate and you could remain friends, friends with a very special secret."

"I suppose so." Was Alice wondering about the next boy, the next juicy, vigorous, teenage cock she'd be supervising after Tony went out on his own?

"But you bit your tongue and found your pleasures elsewhere." It wasn't a question.

"Yes," she said honestly, "It wasn't always easy, but, yes, I did."

"And for me," Muriel pushed Alice's thighs apart and stroked them, each stroke a little closer to her open pussy, "All I had to do was go back to bed with Staughton. Or," she thought for a second, "The times he was too tired I always had an extra-large dildo ready in my night-table." Alice thought about Staughton, his cock wasn't the largest she'd seen...

"So all those times I tried to tempt you -- AH!" She gasped as Muriel's fingertip found her clit.

"Yes, all those times we were in the shower and I wouldn't do anything more than scrub your back even when you tried those low sighs and exciting little moans; all those times you said you were getting frustrated with that vibrator, how you wanted me to help you get to that especially moving, ideal climax; even that time you tried to pretend you had a fever... "

"But you did get out that rectal thermometer, like the medical manual says!"

"Yes dear," she said, giving Alice's clit another flick, "And I really enjoyed slipping it in," she moved her left hand around behind Alice, between her arsecheeks, "In back here," she tapped with the tip of her index finger at Alice's anus, enjoying the feel of the muscle ring gently contracting and releasing with Alice's arousal. "And I was very happy to find your temperature was a totally normal 37, even though I wasn't surprised to find you weren't really ill." She slipped two fingers of her right hand between Alice's pussylips, "And I knew you weren't so happy when I pulled the thermometer out!" She pushed her fingers in and curled them up to brush Alice's G-spot.

Shifting a little, so Alice's leg was between her thighs, Muriel began to rock her hips, rubbing her wet crotch as she kissed Alice again, this time slipping her tongue between her lips as she began to pump two, then three fingers in and out of Alice's vaj.