Alice pulled up a chair and sat by the kitchen table. "Let's get these off, now," she reached for the zipper of Tony's trousers and pulled down. "No, no!" she said as he moved to help her, "We won't be together for all that much more time." She unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers to his ankles. "I want to savour," she traced her fingers over the bulge of his tight, white briefs, "Every moment we have together." His bulge grew.
Slipping her fingers into his waistband, she gently lifted it, freeing his stiffening penis. The swelling head emerged from the foreskin as she exposed his testicles, then reached around to pull the briefs down over his buttocks. She came so close to him her left cheek, and then her left breast, swinging freely after she'd removed her tunic and bra, nearly brushed the drop of pre-cum forming at the opening to his urethra.
"Now bend over the table while I position the collection jar." She watched his arse-cheeks open as he moved his feet apart to steady himself. To steady herself, and also because she enjoyed the feel of taut, young buttocks, she put her free hand on his bottom as she reached under the table and pulled out a little stool, on which she set the collection jar, positioned right under his genitals.
Checking to make sure she was aiming him properly, she began to stroke his penis. "Does this feel good, dear?" she asked softly. She knew it did, but she also knew it was important that he knew she still cared about it.
"Oh yes!" he said obediently, "I'm trying!"
"That's good," she purred quietly, "Don't strain yourself! You know it's best if you just let everything flow naturally. We've got all the time in the world!"
She increased her pace imperceptibly, enjoying the rhythm of his muscles tensing and releasing. She squeezed his left buttock affectionately, "Remember, though, your Emancipation party is a week from today. For maximum enjoyment, we'll just let this be your last ejaculation until then, OK?"
"Do you want me to sleep alone too?"
"Of course not!" She ran a finger down the cleft between his buttocks, enjoying the way it made him shiver, "If it's not too much of a tease, you can lick me out every night," she giggled, "But I'll have to be sitting on your face, to keep an eye on this," she squeezed his penis playfully, "Make sure it doesn't go off!"
He moaned in agreement.
"There might be a few no-shows at your party, things being what they are," her finger ran down between his buttocks to tickle his testicles, "But I expect every deviant twat in our local will be looking for an excuse to party."
"Ohhh!" He thrust his hips.
"That's right," she said, "Push down against me, push yourself into my hand if you want to!" She held her hand steady, concentrating on aiming him at the collection jar. "We'll have everyone sit in a circle, each with her legs over the arms of her chair, opening her wet vaj just for you!"
He groaned, thrust faster, faster, finally gasping, "I'm coming" -- thrust -- "for" -- thrust -- "YOU" -- thrust -- "Aaaaalice!" She distinctly heard the soft "squit-squit" as his precious boymilk splashed against sterile plastic.
She gave her own little "Oh!" as she struggled to hold steady against the force of his orgasm. "You're such a good boy today!" She felt his spasms fade to boyish trembling, his back, buttock and thigh muscles gradually relaxing as she gently massaged a few more milky drops from his softening penis.
"But it's not for me this time." She lifted up the collection jar to see if she'd caught everything, "You're coming for that nice little ditz Escee. Hope she's a better breeder than she is a poet, otherwise your DNA is going to be wasted." She licked her lips hungrily, but only capped the semen jar and put it in the fridge.
"C'mon," she stood up and helped him to sit in her chair, "You still look a little wobbly." He went to pull up his briefs, but she stopped his hand, then knelt down, "And still a little sticky," she said as she leaned down and took his limp penis in her mouth, gently bathing the soft, vulnerable flesh with her tongue and sucking out that last little portion of his sperm, just barely enough to taste.
Leaning back, she took the head of his cock between finger and thumb, stretching and twisting the foreskin, blowing on it until he was dry.
"And remember," she reminded him, as he unsteadily got to his feet (she helped him, her hand cupping his left buttock to steady him), "No wanking off, no wet dreams!"
He couldn't prevent the wet dreams, especially since he spent a good deal of time every evening before bed with his tongue between her pussylips, listening to her instructions for how to please his guests at the party after his cock gave out ("do NOT grind your tongue hard on the clit without that she tells you to!")
She kept him busy when they were out of bed, too, most important of all, setting up their improvised party space. In that they had been most fortunate. Space just for living in was so tight, any free rooms that an Emancipation party might use must have been commandeered by now. Even Chlorine Beach, always good for a frolic in the artificial sunlight with your fuckbuddy (or fuckbuddIES) was overlaid with temporary bunking structures and lavatories, space strictly rationed.
Until someone realized the need to repurpose certain Port Authority facilities: The great arrival hall/lounge with all its furniture (think sturdy, stain resistant armchairs and benches!), the temporary dormitory quarters full of easily portable beds and equipped with public showers that could accommodate dozens of people soaping each other up at one time, and especially the elaborate medical facilities (or what hadn't been scavenged by the emergency crews) specialized for very thorough, intrusive examinations of new arrivals.
"Some women make it a game," Alice was telling him as he and she and Muriel and Staughton and a few others they'd recruited arranged chairs in a great circle, "They go to as many Emancipation parties as they can, keep track of every new boy's cock they get inside them and especially make sure they have someone witness or record when a boy's cock explodes for them. It's like climbing mountains on planets that have mountains, except they want to get on top of more cocks than any other girl."
"They get together and award trophies?"
