Different Planet Ch 13

"At MY emancipation party there were so many people fucking I felt like an afterthought," Staughton said, slipping into bed next to Tony. He was nude, and his penis was already starting to stiffen.

"And for mine, I got to savour one special partner all night?" Tony responded, remembering cigarette burns on rock-hard breasts, arse-fucking screams of pain and locked labia ripped open splattering blood. Did she really do that...

... or was it a story she made up to frighten him? The crazy things he KNEW she did because he SAW her do them...

He looked over the older man's body slightly ironically -- was his growing erection an attraction to Tony or just memories of his own teenage bacchanal?

"We'll put together a proper orgy when all this," he waved his hand vaguely, "is over." Nobody knew when they would be able to say all this was over. "Keep a diary of your fantasies." He laughed, "Everybody's always looking for new ideas."

"I've already got some ideas from the past week's work on the Reclamation," he shivered.

"Bad?"

"Good," he said, thoughtfully, "But only if you pretended they were enjoying consensual fun." He paused. "We tried to stop them from crossing the demarcation line when they said they just had to get to their homes and that they would be back before anything happened. They pushed right past us -- our environment suits slowed us down, they only wore street clothes."

"Those clothes were gone by the time we caught up with them an hour or so later. One was cross-legged on the floor screaming into her personal comm about moral laws outside the universe and why that meant she was never coming home again, one was scraping intricate patterns in his skin with his fingernails and the other two were on the filthy ground copulating."

"It's almost always the libido," Staughton said thoughtfully, "They say that means the Hibitor Syndrome must have been designed as a weapon."

"The people who've succumbed to MAKE LOVE NOT WAR! are the easiest people to defeat in war." Tony thought of the woman on her hands and knees in the grime of emergency barrier construction muck and disinfectant chemical residue. Her eerie blank eyes as she screamed, "Fuck my backdoor, boy!" Her heavy breasts swinging in the ruins of her bra, torn apart by hands too hurried or mindless to unsnap as she cursed him, "You know you like it like that, you little ponce! You can't handle a real woman's CUNT! You want one of those little buttboys with long eyelashes that bend over and spread themselves for you, you little wanker! But I'm still tighter than they are!-- OW!" Her hips jerked at a particularly hard thrust, "I'm TIGHT, you useless bitch! I'm tighter than any of those pansy boys. Tighter than your midget-dick DESERVES! Spit on it again, you disgusting fudgepacker, grease that little tool of yours up because I'm fucking TIGHT!"

The boy, cock deep inside her body, seemed to be a thousand planets away. He did, eventually, lean forward and spit between her buttocks, letting it drip down where he was plowing her backdoor hole, but it wasn't as if he'd actually heard her cry of pain, although he did say, "I spit on you, bitch, and when I'm through with you, I'll spit in your face," and the added lubrication eased him in deeper. So maybe...

But no. He wasn't listening to anything, not to anything tangible anyway, especially not her. "I will breed love! I will pound my Dick into Jane!" He emphasized Dick and Jane each with another hard thrust, "So you better shut up and git used to it!"

That's the way he said it, git like he was losing the facility of speech. Then a weird riff about If a woman becomes pregnant, she belongs to the baby's father, who now becomes her master. Of course if he was really intending to do that, he'd first have to pull out and move his cock to the hole a few centimeters lower!

They'd checked their environment suit seals and called the quarantine team and then just... waited.

And... watched.

Tony remembered Alice teaching him a woman would almost never cum from anal sex, unless she was one of those very rare women with that particular fetish -- and even then she (or someone else) had to give her clit some serious stimulation to please her.

But this woman, Tony could see her arousal in the vaginal juices dripping from her open labia onto the stained and littered floor of the passageway, could hear her moans as she shook with orgasm after orgasm, "AAHH! I can feel your hot jizz in me soooo goooood and wait till I make you lick it up as it comes back out, bitch-boy!"

Bitch-boy, babbling about how he had, "dropped his seeds in his own plot of black dirt," didn't seem likely to be doing that, however.

Whatever they were planning on doing next, they didn't get the chance. The quarantine team showed up and carted off all four. The last thing Tony heard was the woman with the dirty knees saying, in a surprisingly even tone of voice, almost lecturing, "Nothing to worry about. Titties gonna perk up, button gonna rise again."

Tony thought to himself I could have that woman any way I wanted, could make her do anything, no matter how bizarre. But the price of opening his environment suit would be that same blank look and a descent into madness.

Still...

The thought of trying something new...

He looked over at Staughton and an idea came into his mind. He thought of Alice milking him, and how Staughton had mentored Alice. "Would you like me to take care of that?" he asked, pointing, but not touching the older man's erection.

"Still at your emancipation party?" Staughton laughed, "I'd be very obliged to you!"

"Tell me," Tony asked, wrapping his palm around the man's penis, "When you mentored Alice, did you take care of her like this?" He began to stroke, for emphasis.

"You know it doesn't work like that," Staughton sighed, "Girls are taught to masturbate."

"Yes," Tony said, increasing his pace, "I've read about the dildos and vibrators. But isn't there ever any touching?"

Staughton thought of those health examinations, watching Muriel's gloved fingers probing his girl's anus and vagina. Did she ever use those fingers to show Alice how to stimulate her own clitoris? How to curl her fingers up, or use a tool to reach her G-spot. Best not to think about it.

But of course he couldn't stop thinking about it, and the way he shot his load just when Tony said the word touching led Tony to the possibly mistaken impression that maybe one of Alice's mentors had gone a little too far...