"You want him inside you, don't you, Haly?" Alex asked, hugging her as she stepped out of the VR cubicle.
"You think I think about his cock while I'm at work?" She laughed, "I don't even think about YOUR cock at work!" She kissed him, then thought a second. "OK, I'll be honest. Whatever they've done to him has made him a fucking machine!" She kissed him again, "Think about how you'd feel if the situation were reversed. If you had a chance to play with a girl with the kind of desire and stamina that boy still has, even days after he's been out of the chemical clutches of the docents? And remember," she kissed him again, "In this colony, at least until the next few generations even out, you boys still have so many more girls to pick from, but unless Slatee gets hold of another escapee from the Milking Barn, we'll never find another lover that can perform like Gene."
"You have got me there, darling!" He patted her arse and ran a finger up her left thigh to her crotch, "That boy could come in every known nook of your body," he kissed her, slipping his tongue in between her lips for extra emphasis, "and still have enough left over to ride through the valley between your nipples and give you a facial soaking you from eyebrows to chin."
"Don't remind me," she said, pushing his hand away from her arse, "of my bruised butthole!"
"Bruised, but whole!" He laughed and, after a few moments, so did she. "I hope he got on well with Mandy. He's been gone a long time."
"Expected that," she said, "You've been with her, or tried, if I remember. You couldn't get hard for her, and you're always horny."
"It's not that she's unattractive."
"She's UGLY, Alex!"
"I've had really great sex with ugly old women," he teased, "But she's so discouraged. Resigned, almost. You can feel that she's still trying, but she sees my cock droop and, I don't know, something just goes out of her." He thought for a moment, remembering, "Even tried sixty-nine with her. Didn't work for either of us. And then on top of everything, Gene is paranoid about his love juice falling into the wrong hands!"
"Or pussy, or whatever," Haly chuckled, rubbing her crotch against Alex's leg.
Gene came back a few minutes later, before Alex and Haly could slip into bed. The boy hadn't fully recovered, even after the long walk, and was still feeling a bit dreamy -- on the way back he hadn't looked over his shoulder once, memories of the docents had dulled for a little while at least, even with Mandy reminding him of those white witches.
"Hey," said Haly simply, giving him a friendly hug, "You're looking good!" She could see his face was more relaxed, "Enjoy your time with Mrs Gorman?"
"Yes, thanks," he said.
"She have fun too?" Alex prompted.
"Oh yes!" he saw the surprise on Alex's face. "I mean," he searched for the right words, "I don't think she's the kind of woman to fake it just for my sake?"
"Of course not," Haly said, "I'm SO glad for her. She's been so melancholy lately."
"Oh good!" he sounded relieved, "And what's more, I'm starting to feel more...." he thought for a second, "More normal now. If that's the right way to put it!"
He was thinking about Mandy now. Not about the being in bed with her, the frantic thrusting, the surprisingly tight, hot grip of her vaginal muscles, her filthy horny talk as she played with her tits and sucked on her nipples while he watched, her powerful, groaning orgasms as he came hard inside her.
No, he was remembering the afterwards, the soap and water as she washed his genitals at the sink before sending him home. He could have done it himself, but it felt so good, the old woman's hands cupping his balls, rolling them in her palm, stroking up and down his cock, pushing back the foreskin to rinse off the cockhead. She was taking care of him, not pumping him like he was a hose, a hose she had to work on to make something come out of. He couldn't imagine her as a docent.
"I think the perpetually horny is finally starting to fade," he continued, then noticed Haly was looking at him, noticing his erection was starting to recover.
