Different Planet Ch 18

Annie Henderson just adored cock. Nervous, excitable eighteen year olds or experienced players or mature men she could mount and lazily pump her hips to orgasm after orgasm, hour after hour, it made no difference. She enjoyed them all, trained the ones that needed training, deftly handled jealousies if she was juggling more than one at a time and maintained strict confidences where necessary -- it was such a turn on to ride a cock when having that cock inside her might cause a scandal if the story got out (which of course it never did!).

With many years of experience, she had always prided herself on intimate familiarity with any male she might see at social gatherings. If she had a cock in her mouth, a cock in her vaj, a cock in her arse and one in each hand, chances were it wasn't the first time four out of those five boys had been with her. Even now, what with all the new faces appearing in the local urbzone because of the Crisis and the population relocations, she felt sure she'd be more likely than not to have experienced any cock you might pick at random from a room.

Tony, of course, wasn't random and, of course, she knew his handsome young organ well. She had handled it many times when Alice had been away and asked her to take responsibility for it ("babysitting" seemed like such a silly word for managing the sexual organs of an eighteen or nineteen year old male body!) She'd trained his cock, teased it, milked it dry, disciplined it when that was required, pleasured it whenever possible.

But she'd not yet discovered how well it could pleasure her.

This wasn't because the boy wasn't susceptible to her charms. Far from it. In fact, she was proud she'd resisted the temptation. It wasn't a great hardship, really, since she could always go home to her boyfriend or (if he wasn't up to it) other friends who were quite capable of satisfying her needs. But every time she'd wrapped her palm around young Tony's erection, her tongue would lick her lips, wishing it could taste the boy's cock; she would feel the damp warmth between her legs as her pussy readied itself for action. Even her breasts felt a little tingle, as if they anticipated the thick ropes of hot semen splashing them when she wanked him off. But that tension-relieving fountain was always aimed at the boy's own chest instead, though sometimes it shot up as far as his neck, or even his chin. But never in her direction.

And, of course, never inside her.

She knew some boys managed to spoil their Emancipation Party, though she'd never heard one admit it, even privately, even anonymously in the discussion boards devoted to all manner of sexual deviation that she so enjoyed delving into from time to time. There was no real harm done, of course, but she did feel a little sorry for a boy who had such a strange notion of how to enjoy "forbidden fruit."

Her intuition told her Tony had been sticking to all the conventional rules. Maybe he'd found a quiet, secluded place with one of his classmates and experimented a little with manual or even oral stimulation techniques. She, herself, remembered the first time she had run her fingers through another girl's pubic hair -- the girl was African and the sight and sensation of tightly curled, glossy black fur was such an exciting experience!

Tony's experience with her today would be lightning quick -- he had a lot of women waiting! -- and, unless he made the whole circuit, would be just the one encounter. But as he slipped his cock inside her, feeling her very wet, very warm, very kegel-exercise tight vaj, as she whispered, "Quickly now! You've got a lot of work to do today, young man!" and nodded to the teenager sitting to her right, and all the women to her right, as he looked at her and took his hip-thrust, Annie Henderson knew he was feeling something very special, and not just because she was his first.

Obediently, he took only the one thrust, slipped his cock out gently and stepped back, then one step to the left and looked down at a young woman he'd never seen before in his life.

Mrs Henderson closed her legs and pulled up her panties, then smoothed out her skirt before standing and stretching. By then, Tony had moved on to the third of his party guests. Not bothering to button her blouse, she wandered off in the direction of the less vanilla entertainment she'd spotted when she and Tony had first walked in. He wouldn't last much longer, and it might have been nice to see him reaching his climax, see which girl would get the lucky first helping of his boyjuice, but there really wouldn't be much to see, just his buttocks clenching. She'd seen that before.

Mrs Henderson had seen that cock ejaculate before. Had felt the silky warm semen dripping through her fingers many times. Today, only the girl in the chair would feel it, and nobody would see it, unless he pulled out and squirted on the girl's chest instead. Which would have been very unusual at an Emancipation Party. She could wait. Maybe at the end of the night, when her turn came again, she would be the one feeling his warm boyjuice shooting into her tight vaj. So while she waited, she walked.

Though most of the crowd was watching Tony exercising his cock with as many women as he could manage, she still got a few appreciative looks at her bare breasts as she headed over to the corner of the vast hall where the beds had been set up. She no longer heard the smacking, slapping sound she'd heard earlier, but easily found the source: a pale young woman sprawled out on one of the beds, alone. She was fleshy, with big boobs and arse. She wore nothing but glossy black varnish on her long fingernails and dozens of welts on her pale skin from -- Mrs Henderson had long experience with the colony's various subcultures -- a thin rattan cane.

She sat down on the bed next to the girl and tried to run her fingers through the girl's hair to comfort her, but it had been buzzed down short and felt more like a brush. Her pubic hair had been shaven away entirely, leaving a few square centimetres of pale skin that was almost the only place on her body not marked by neat parallel lines.

"Your Mistress brought you to an Emancipation Party?" she asked the girl softly.

"Yes," she sniffled, then realized an explanation was required. "Your boy might get hot the first couple of times just at the sight of a cunt," she opened her legs and pulled her pussylips apart as if she thought Mrs Henderson didn't know what a cunt was, "But when he's shot a couple of wads, bring him over to me."

"And you'll do..." Mrs Henderson was puzzled, "... what with him?"

"Hi Annie," the Mistress had returned. "This crude little bitch," she pointed with her rattan cane at the girl on the bed, who recoiled, crossing her arms over her breasts as if she expected to be whipped, "She'll be just what he needs. Someone vulnerable, someone he can comfort."

"What if he wants to use the cane?"

"Interesting," she thought a moment, idly tapping the cane against her palm, "I guess I should offer that to him first!" The girl looked down at the neat rows of welts across her breasts, red lines growing angrier as blood flowed into them. Mrs Henderson looked closer and saw that around each nipple was a circle of indentations: teeth marks.

"So," she finished the Mistress's thought, "Tony will own this girl. He'll comfort her," Mrs Henderson was still stroking the girl's painfully short hair, "Or he'll abuse her."

"Whatever it takes to stiffen his cock. Then," she looked at the girl, "You'll beg him to allow you to suck his cock."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And what else?"

"I'll beg him not to cum in my mouth, because I want him in my cunt too."

"Do you want him to ejaculate there?" It sounded as if Mistress was rehearsing a script.

"No," the girl said sullenly, and Mrs Henderson looked at the Mistress in surprise, until the girl finished, "I beg him to fuck me up the arse too."

"And that," the Mistress concluded, "Will do it. This foul-mouthed creature will serve him up hard enough to make the round of a few dozen more women."

"If he doesn't cum inside her first," Mrs Henderson wondered.

"Just icing on the cake," Mistress laughed.