Different Planet Ch. 30

When Alex took off the VR helmet, the first thing he saw was his wife Haly, in a plain, white skintight top and white skirt. She must have opened the cubicle door right then, or the helmet would have alerted him.

"Thought you might like," she traced a finger from one prominent fabric-covered nipple to the other, further stiffening both little erections, "something nicer than soundproof padding to be the first thing you saw at end of shift!" Her mahogany skin and even darker nipples shone through the thin tunic.

He stood up and stretched as the chair and helmet automatically folded back into the wall, along with the rest of the cubicle, clearing a little more space in their apartment. "Beautiful!" he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her, "But why," they kissed again, "Why are you wearing anything at all? Don't you remember after your last shift I was right there for you with -- "

"I know, I know, a stiff drink and a stiff erection!" She shifted her feet apart a little and whispered into his ear, "I did take off my knickers," she reached up and playfully ran her fingers through his hair, cut short just like hers for convenience with the VR helmet, "But only because they were getting all wet thinking about you!"

"Yes?" he said, slipping his right hand under the hem of her skirt and running his fingers up her thighs to her smooth-shaven pussylips. She liked the innocent look, wearing nothing but a few tight curls in a vague triangle on her pubis, as if it had only now started to grow. As if an inquisitive boy (or adventurous young lady) who had lifted her skirt a few months ago would have found only bare virgin skin between her legs.

"Yes!" she agreed, as he felt the slippery-wet outer lips, opened them and began to explore, "Imagine we met on the tram, moved off to a quieter corner, I tell you we have to wait until we get off, but you tell me you can see I'm so horny, you can get me off before l -- "

Her phone chirped.

"Let the system get it," he said as she stepped back and pulled her phone from its wall niche.

"It's Slatee." She frowned, looked at the code blinking. "I think I'd better answer." She moved back into his arms, "But you don't have to stop," she moved her feet apart, "I can use my brain and my cunt at the same time!"

"No," she said to Slatee as Alex kissed her neck, "I don't mind the call being audio only. Alex giggled: Haly wouldn't have to explain why she didn't want to show her face.

He moved to her side and slipped one hand under her skirt from in front to stroke her sparse little-girl pussyfur and tease her clit as the other curled around from behind, between her legs and pushed two fingers up her now dripping wet vaj.

"Yes, I heard about them locking him up. Sounds like someplace to send Alex for a little R&R!" She gave a little gasp as Alex pushed an extra finger inside her to protest the jab.

"No, I'm sorry for the joke," she DID sound contrite, "I didn't mean to be inconsiderate. I -- UH!" She covered for the little squeal Alex had provoked by pretending to cough. "I think it's dreadful," she stretched out the "u" in dreadful as her husband began to pump his fingers in and out.

"No, I hadn't heard!" she continued, pulling her tunic up and exposing her breasts with her free hand, "The few times we got a chance to talk the poor boy seemed so fuzzed I just aSUMED," she gasped as Alex sucked her left nipple into his mouth.

"Assumed," she went on in a more controlled voice, "that he'd be unable to leave the dormitory under his own power anyway!"

She felt her hip and thigh muscles working as she steeled herself to say, "No, no, I was just working out a bit, feeling a bit," she paused, sighed deeply as her eyes closed, "A bit winded."

She let go her tunic and reached down to Alex's crotch, "I'm sure we'd have room for him to stay a while. We certainly owe," it came out rather louder, like OH! as Alex's fingers slipped out (quickly replaced by the fingers tracing through her pubic hair down to and past her clit) and moved back to her coyly tight anal ring, "Owe you for what you -- NO!" she almost shouted as Alex's index finger, well-lubricated with her pussyjuice, tapped at her backdoor and tried to sneak inside, "No, no," she continued, clamping down hard with her thighs and buttocks, blocking Alex's tentative probe, gripping his penis with her free hand tightly, in warning, "No, I understand -- nothing over the phone." She gave Alex a hard look, but softened as he continued to caress her clit. "We're looking forward to the company, No," she looked warningly at Alex again, but he was only tracing his middle finger along the valley between her arse cheeks, affectionate, not aggressive, "So long as you've taken care of all the paperwork."

His hands came out from under her skirt as she moved to put her phone back in a wall niche.

"So he needs us to babysit another little fugitive here until the, ah, paperwork, is sorted out?" He slipped a middle finger between his lips and tasted her juices.

"Hey," she put her arms around him, "It's only the second time he's asked. And besides," she ground her hips, "That girl was a lot of fun," she unfastened his trousers and pushed them down, scraping his erection.

"Wanting you to be the strict mummy and me to be the consoling daddy?" He reached around, cupped her buttocks and lifted her. Not far -- she was the same height as he was.

"You liked hiding and watching while I punished her, spanked her little bare behind, inspected her clothes, read those disgusting diaries she wrote about her masturbatory dreams and what she wanted to do with the shy boys she had crushes on." Sad, though, she never had desires for other girls, of any age. "When I bent her over and started to search her orifices for the sticky evidence that she'd been misbehaving with any of those imaginary schoolboys she broke down and cried and screamed that she hated me and I was controlling her and it was her life so what right did I have to La- La- La- La- La!."

"She had a one-notion fantasy life," he took two steps forward and Haly's back was against the wall, "Twenty-five standard and she wanted to pretend to be an innocent teenager." He kissed her, she opened her legs wider and his erection sank in to the hilt.

"Ohh, yessSSSS!" she moaned, hooking her hands under her knees and pulling them up and apart, "She would run to you with tears in her eyes and then it was MY turn to watch her perform, sniffling and sobbing and sitting on your lap and straddling your leg and rubbing her crotch in those little-girl white cotton panties and saying how much her arse cheeks hurt from the spanking and would you rub some lotion on them to make them feel better."

"And they did feel so good," he remembered spreading the cool gel over the girl's reddened, blotchy skin, massaging it into her taut buttocks, kneading them gently as she lay on the couch, talking about how mummy had said such filthy things, accusing her of not wearing her bra so her nipple-bumps could show through her blouse, of sneaking a boy to her room when mummy and daddy were still out at work, of opening her legs like a little slut for him, of licking and sucking his naughty little pecker.

"Then she would confess to you that she wanted to let all those boys touch her, but she more wanted to be a good girl for her daddy -- OH!" she yelped as Alex increased his pace, remembering, "She wanted her daddy -- AH!" Alex pumped into her hard, mashing her buttocks against the wall, "Wanted her daddy wanted her daddy wanted daddy's good little girrrrraaaaAAHHHHNNNGK!"

Her body convulsed as he pumped spurt after spurt of balljuice into her, finally leaning exhausted against her to keep from falling.

"And you watched it all, fingering yourself!" he said when he'd caught his breath, "Us on the couch, her riding my cock, squeezing her pussy muscles hard, pretending to be a supertight young virgin."

"Shower?" she asked at last, as he softened and slipped out and she let go her knees, dropping her feet to the floor.

"Mm," he said, dropping his trousers to the floor as she unbuttoned her tunic, "Sounded like you knew the boy Slatee is sending over.

"Uh-huh," she shrugged off her tunic and pulled down the side zipper of her skirt, "I told you about him. High score on the desirable traits classification."

"I don't care how much the Colony values his precious grade-A semen," Alex said, gathering up their clothes and heading to their bedroom to throw them in the hamper, "The Crisis was over a long time ago and it's not right to still be keeping them confined against their will!"

"True. But most of the boys like living in those dormitories."

"I suppose."

"Especially the boys classified on the same-sex end of the scale. Imagine a gawky, shy, 18 standard boy getting his cock milked multiple times a day by a handsome, understanding docent!" she smiled, imagining a hunky man in tight white tunic and trousers with a definite crotch bulge. "And knowing their legacy will live on without them having to get anywhere near a baby-mama's vaj."

"That what this guy is? Only interested in other boys?"

"Don't you wish! Slatee says the boy's been handled exclusively by female docents."

So far, Alex thought, so far!

"Now c'mon, stud" she headed into the shower, "Before I start leaking YOUR grade-B juices from MY vaj!"