Different Planet

The second girl was so young Tony was a little worried. Yes, she definitely had breasts, small and firm, and there was some curve to her hips; but her pubic triangle, stretched open because the girl's knees were hooked over the arms of the chair, was innocently smooth and hairless, diminutive labia opening reluctantly to reveal the demure, gentle pink of very narrow opening.

He leaned down. She smelled of bath oil, not cologne. Her smile was shy and nervous. Her eyes flicked to his erect penis, glistening with Mrs Henderson's vaginal juices and his own pre-ejaculate.

"Please cum in me, Tony Morrison," she said in a soft, but surprisingly rich and husky voice, something to make his hips pump hard and his semen spurt a fountain for her. But then, as her fingers took hold of his cock and placed the head between those tender pink lips, she begged him, sounding almost sex-starved or desperate, "I've turned off my contra, so I'm ovulating now, and I want to be inseminated today. Please," she entreated, "make me pregnant!"

This was NOT what he had been expecting! This strange plea might have marked her as the most memorable girl at his Emancipation party, but his cock was now much less keen. He thrust once, deep, his low-hanging balls slapping just above the delicate balloon knot of her tight little anus.

"I don't want to make somebody else. I want to make myself." Tony whispered, gently withdrawing his cock. He was thinking that was the best way to say he wasn't looking to impregnate anyone today, not just her.

"Dream a little before you think," she said cryptically, "I'll be here again if you can make it around the whole circuit!"

The third woman sat demurely in her chair with her legs crossed. She wore nothing but soft pink nail polish. Tony watched her put her long grey hair up in a tie, as if she were preparing to service him orally. She was slim and attractive, with breasts that sagged quite a bit, even though they were rather small.

"I can't be your first girl," she smiled, bringing out laugh lines and crow's feet, "So today I'm going to be your first anal experience," she uncrossed her legs and turned over, putting her knees on the chair seat, her smooth, round arse presented to him at just the level of his erect cock. "That is, if you want it!" She wiggled her buttocks, the motion making her breasts swing gently.

The woman who was to be fourth in line, a chubby girl with blonde hair buzzed short and piercings that held two little platinum hearts, one around each stretched out nipple, protested when she saw Tony eyeing the glistening balloon knot of the older woman's pre-lubricated anus. "I don't mind another woman's cunt juice," she said crudely, "But I haven't shaved my pussy just to take in filth from this old lady's arsehole!"

The two women who had undressed Tony, who were obviously experienced in these matters, stepped in at that moment to relax the situation. "We can provide a basin with hot water and soap, a washcloth and towel," said one of them, running her fingers through her own glossy black pubic hair as if merely talking about soaping up Tony's cock stimulated her, "And you," she addressed the chubby girl, "May clean the boy's genitals before having your fun with them." She smiled at the woman on her knees, then turned back to the chubby girl as if awarding her first prize, "You may take as long as you like to clean them to your satisfaction."

The chubby girl nodded her head and licked her lips, staring at Tony's throbbing erection.

Was every woman insistent on making his Emancipation party memorable? Tony thought as he positioned the head of his cock at the old woman's backdoor. "Ram it in as hard as you can," she whispered, "You'll know a top quality woman when you feel her tight spot!"

He held her hips, but pushed in slowly -- if she said it was his first time, he was going to savour it! -- and her whisper turned into a loud groan of genuine pleasure as she squeezed and squeezed her sphincter, massaging him vigorously. "Virgin boycock!" she moaned again, "Thank you so much, young -- " she gasped as he hilted himself, his swinging testicles slapping her vaginal opening, " -- man!" she concluded, sighing again as he withdrew.

The chubby girl took her time, soaping up his cock and balls, running her fingers along the shaft, tracing the throbbing veins, tickling the underside of the head. When at last she dried his genitals with the soft towel provided and leaned back, opening her legs again, Tony didn't thing he could last much longer.

He did, though: one thrust into the chubby girl, pull back, step over to a smiling motherly type with a pair of big, deeply tanned breasts and a salt-and-pepper cloud of pubic fur opening up to a very warm, very wet pussy, thrust and step over to an elegant woman of about fifty standard wearing fishnet stockings attached to a black garter belt and a see-through black brassière. Slipping in between her smoothly waxed pussylips, gripped by kegel-trained vaginal muscles he finally lost control as he heard her moan, "My boyfriend ADORES worshipping me with his tongue," she stuck out her tongue, "Give me your cream so he has something to taste when he licks me!"

Tony filled her with spurt after spurt of the first ejaculation he'd experienced in what felt like days.

She held him, kissing him softly as his penis slowly went limp. "You've made me feel very special," she whispered in his ear, "I hope you can make all the girls at your party as happy as you just made me."

He stood up, slowly and carefully, his penis finally slipping out, pink tunnel closing after, not letting a drop of his semen seep out, even after she stood up and someone (maybe her boyfriend?) handed her a robe. Patting him affectionately on the buttocks, she said, "Rest up, don't hurry. Your party has barely begun, and I know your guests will all be patient." She nodded towards the woman she'd been sitting next to, the one next in line after he recharged.

He looked. She was a fleshy African woman, completely nude except for two tattoos, a giant red and black Oriental dragon covering her right shoulder and a frazzled little yellow bird perched on her left breast. The overall look, combined with vacant eyes and a sardonic smile, was rather skanky.