Different Planet Ch 14

The next morning Alice and Muriel wanted to watch the boys shower together, but Tony was shy about having an audience.

"You can be in the audience too," Alice said, letting her robe fall open and taking Muriel into her arms. Muriel hadn't bothered to put anything on after their shower, so the bare skin of their breasts mashed together, big brown nipples rubbing, swelling under the stimulation, the neatly trimmed patches of fur on each woman's pubis meshing as they rolled their hips, naked clits touching gently.

"And," said Muriel, kissing Alice deeply, "You don't have to kiss him, of course." The two women kissed again. "Just help him wash up!" Muriel pushed the robe off Alice's shoulders and tossed it on the kitchen table.

Tony remembered the older man's penis exploding in his hand as Staughton talked about touching Alice's body. Had it shot off like that inside Alice's vaj? Or had he and Muriel only "examined" the young girl as proper mentors were supposed to do routinely? So he nodded. He could help soap up another man's penis for the enjoyment of the man's wife and Tony's former mentor. He might even see Staughton ejaculate again: he'd watched erotica, of course, but the only time before this he'd seen a man's real life orgasm was in health class demonstrations.

Staughton's fingers were already pulling at Tony's waistband anyway, uncovering his genitals and smooth, round arse. The girls paused and watched as he took off the briefs and tossed them on the table next to Alice's robe. Staughton's came off last of all and the four of them squeezed naked into the bath: boys behind the glass, under the hot water, girls outside, kissing and touching each other in whatever ways they could think of to titillate the still reluctant Tony.

Muriel wasn't sure what ways those might be, but she knew Staughton. Seizing a fistful of Alice's hair, she pulled her head back and began to kiss Alice's neck. Now, of course, neither woman could see the men, but they knew penises would stiffen in each other's soapy palms as Muriel ran her tongue down between Alice's breasts, then opened her mouth to bite down hard. Not deeply, but imprinting matching half-circles, impressions of her teeth in Alice's soft skin. The girl squirmed and struggled, Muriel pulling harder on her hair and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her still.

For a second, Tony thought of all those people he'd seen overcome with Hibitor Syndrome, constantly aroused, rutting, sometimes violently, sometimes not even copulating, just losing themselves in violence, wild uncontrollable frenzy. Was it starting now with Muriel?

With a smooth motion, Muriel turned Alice around and bent her over, shoving her buttocks close to the transparent shower door. Lean and muscled with all the exercise she'd been doing recently, they stretched deliciously and opened wide as Muriel forced Alice's feet apart. Would she sink her teeth into that firm, freckled flesh? Was Tony excited by it because he was affected now by the Hibitor?

Alice grunted as Muriel used both hands to pry open the younger woman's buttocks even further, displaying the muscle ring of her balloon knot, opening up her pink labia for the boys to see. Tony imagined Staughton's semen dripping out of that vaj back when Alice was a tight, innocent eighteen-year-old.

Even if they didn't all succumb to the Hibitor, there would be no more innocence in the Colony, not for years and years. Those vaginas (and his and all the other boys' penises) must be used for procreation from now on, just to forestall abandonment of the Colony.

No new colonists would arrive for decades and the population was already declining steeply. So many people had been shipped offworld in hope of treatment and recovery, or at least quarantine in distant robot-run satellite facilities where they could live out the rest of their lives in relative comfort and disturbing, oblivious fantasies. The colonists left behind were perilously close to viability level.

And women had got out of the habit. Lives were so long the rarity of reproduction didn't matter to humans any more, much less in the colonies. Those societies boomed with enthusiastic newcomers, explorers and builders, not old-fashioned homesteaders who wanted to pair up and start families.

When it set in, the new reality, men and women would be rushing to choose partners, click off the contraceptives and impregnate as soon as they could, anticipating prurient bureaucrats making algorithm-choice matches of cock and cunt.

But some would resist. Would the boys supply their semen on demand? Would the women...

He stared at Alice's quivering arse-cheeks. Was Muriel pinching and twisting Alice's nipples as she struggled? The muscles inside the wet, pink tunnel of her vaj were squirming furiously. What of the women who refused? Would they be allowed to refuse?

He thought of them, girls barely out of their teens, middle-aged women, even some much older women who'd decided -- for whatever reason -- not to let their equipment lose its potency. Would the unwilling ones be held down by strong nurses dressed all in comforting whites and pinks? Would kindly voices counsel against resisting the warm, plastic probe put to their pussylips? Would they fight back when it was pushed deep, deep inside them? Would they scream when somebody squeezed a big rubber bulb and squirted a warm jet of anonymous boyjuice to fill them up? Would they start to cry when they realized firm arms would hold their legs tight until the semen injected into them was safely beyond retrieval?

"It's much better the natural way," he imagined a nurse saying, stroking Alice's dirty-blonde hair and kissing the tears running down her cheeks, "And for those who prefer women, strapons with ejaculatory mechanisms are being developed. You can enjoy an orgasm with your insemination, dear." She kissed her again, "You really should!"

Tony's cock exploded then, and he heard Staughton gasp, felt the older man's hips thrust as jets of hot semen splashed against him and dripped down Tony's left thigh.