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.
