Different Planet Ch. 34

Haly woke up to a hard prodding in her left buttock. Yawning, she looked at the chron, and saw she'd been asleep precisely 1.7 hours. Turning her head carefully to either side, she saw Alex and Gene were both fast asleep, squeezing her between them. She didn't want to turn up the lights, so she just rolled her hip a little, seeing if it was her imagination.

It wasn't. Gene had recovered, or at least his dreaming brain had. How, though? Before collapsing in exhaustion, he'd delivered up a quantity of semen that her husband couldn't have given her without draining his testicles dry and leaving his cock limp for a day or more. She couldn't know what was in Gene's testicles right now, but his cock felt fully recharged.

Whatever the docents had dosed him with, she hoped hadn't done permanent damage. Should she just leave him be? An hour later would he be humping her leg in his sleep? Should she -- again -- try to relieve the stress the poor boy was under? Her mouth watered at the thought of another round of drinks: big warm swallows of teenage semen. If he could come back that fast (and wasn't that the whole point of the milking barn treatments?) in a day he could feed a whole dormitory full of women hungry for protein shakes!

No, no, no. What if he woke up in panic again? Closing her eyes, she shifted into a more comfortable position, her breasts against her husband's back, Gene's warm, stiff cock between her thighs, only thin fabric between it and her smooth-shaven labia.

In the morning his erection was still waiting. At least his dreams hadn't squirted boyjuice all over the sheets and her panties. She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. "Alex," she said to her husband, "I may have to relieve our boy's pressure again, or he'll be going around poking things with that!" Her husband chuckled and stretched, swinging his legs out of the bed and sitting up.

"Gene," he said, "Are the dreams still bad?" He stood and looked down at the two of them, "You know you can stay with us as long as you need to fully recover!"

Gene thought, then looked at Haly, "Truthfully," he said, "I feel pretty good after a night's sleep."

"Dreams?" she prompted him again.

His body jerked, then he took a deep breath, "You were in the dream," he said, "I -- I don't want to offend you, but --"

"You can tell us!"

"Yes," Alex said, starting to dress for work, "Maybe it will help with your recovery, to talk?"

"All right. In the dream I was furious with you for stealing my sperm."

"But I didn't -- oh!" She caught herself, "Sorry," she kissed him on the forehead again, "I know."

"Yeah, it was in the dream. You were wearing one of those white docent uniforms."

"They're pretty hot!" Alex interjected. He'd been in the same dormitory as Gene had, years earlier, gave them what they wanted, and eventually aged out. He once tried to calculate how many hundreds of litres of semen the women in tight blouses and skimpy white cotton panties had "stolen" from him.

"Let him tell the story!" She shushed him. "So, I was dressed in a --"

"White uniform, yes." He rubbed his eyes, as if comparing her in her thin, translucent knickers with his nightmare, "I was back in my old dorm, expecting the docent to wake me up and try to get me to... you know, participate." Haly was surprised to see him blushing. "I looked up and it was you! All I could think of was you spitting into an insulated cup and hiding it from me! I was so furious, I reached up and grabbed you by the tits. You screamed, then, and I realized that all the other beds in the dorm were empty. I knew nobody was going to come and help you, so I rolled off my bed and forced you down on it." He paused, suddenly unsure.

"Let it out," she said simply.

"I pushed your face into the pillow and held you there, my hand on your neck. You couldn't breathe, but that only made you struggle more desperately. I pushed up your skirt and ripped off your panties." He looked down at her thighs, "I had to pull so hard it tore deep red welts in the skin. I wanted to hurt you with my cock, so I forced your legs open. But I knew, I just knew, if I let myself get inside your cunt that was just what you wanted if I came inside you. I slapped you, hard, then -- because you were on your stomach -- I saw your other hole." He thought of Vesse, so long ago, when his head had been clear and his anger had been real. "A dirty hole, a tight hole. I forced myself in, heard you whimper, knew you were crying, knew I'd broken you, won at least one battle against you and the other docents."

He paused, looking into her eyes, amazed that he'd had such hatred for her. She only nodded, understanding.

"I woke up, then."

She nodded again. That was why he hadn't humped her leg, soaked her crotch with his boyjuice.

"It felt so good, waking up next to you. All these many weeks, except for one night with that nice woman friend of Slatee's who brought me here, I always woke up alone. I lay there for a while, but I still felt such pressure, you know? So, I got up and went to the loo to masturbate. I'm ashamed to say I masturbated to the same brutal fantasy I'd been dreaming. It got me hard, made me shoot off so quick."

"I could relieve the tension this time around," she hugged him, "And you can fantasize anything you want about me!" Her fingers slipped inside his trousers.

"It's supposed to go away eventually," he sighed as she began to stroke his erection, "The nightmares, the erections that won't go down, the wet dreams."

"Would you like me to ride it instead?" she asked, extending her tongue and licking the head of his cock.

He seized up, then started shaking, breathing hard. For a minute she thought he would scream. He didn't lose his erection, however.

"I -- I" he stammered, trying to get control of himself.

"Are you afraid you might impregnate me, Gene?" She wondered. That friend of Slatee's who brought Gene to their apartment. She'd more than hinted she'd had him inside her. Had he been in such a haze he couldn't even remember?

He only nodded, relaxed a bit as she took his cock in her mouth.

"I -- I know it doesn't work like that," he said, his voice soft and slow, telling her she was getting him close, "I know women all have contras."

"Mmm-hmm," was all she could say, indicating she did have hers active.

"Ah!" The humming got a yelp out of him, "But if I couldn't control myself, couldn't keep my semen -- AH!" He arched his back as she pushed her head down, "I've been going INSANE for so many, many, manyyyyyyy -- OHHH!" He spasmed and shook and pumped his hips into Haly's face so hard she had to hold his thighs to keep from being bucked off the bed.

Haly, her throat bulging with his cock, held her breath as long as she could, then leaned back, letting him slip out, trailing her tongue up the underside of the shaft as she lifted her head.

"Down my throat," she said with a broad smile, opening her mouth to show it was empty, "Not even a drop on the tongue," she was breathing heavily, "Couldn't even taste it this time!" Was his load as big as the first time? She couldn't tell, only imagined her stomach feeling full.

"Sorry."

She laughed, "I'm sure there's plenty more to cum!" They both laughed. "But seriously," she continued, "It would be good if you could actually get inside a woman, prove to yourself you can actually please one with that nice tool of yours, rather than brutalize some dream devil!" She licked her lips, "I mean, more than you've pleased me with those big mouthfuls of juice, I mean."

"I just can't," he protested, "If I ejaculate inside you -- one of the docents called it the terrifying hour when people like me went crazy and it took so long for them to quiet me down."

"Quiet isn't always peace."

"No, no it isn't," he said, remembering, "But just the thought of my sperm --"

"Maybe someone your sperm won't affect?"

"You mean someone already inseminated?" He imagined a young woman, abdomen big and heavy, breasts full of milk.

"I hadn't thought of that." She looked surprised she hadn't thought of it, "Pregnant girls can get really horny, yes they can. But I was thinking of a friend who's much too old for that. Well, not really a friend. She's been through so much, braved the belly of the beast, I don't know if she has any real friends left."

"But she's one of the battered-and-beautiful types?"

"Not beautiful, I'm afraid. Fierce but free. Her name is Mandy Gorman and she's as ugly as the name sounds, though mostly she's old and bitter. Says everyone eventually has a time to lie down by "their own vine and fig tree" and just give up, and it's her time now, to go to the never-ending shade. No man would..."

"You're thinking I will be able to?"

"This," she tapped his penis, slick with her spit, "I think until you finally recover from what the docents did to you, you can offer hope and laughter to anyone thinking she's lost the spark, to author a new chapter of her life."

"How can I be sure she won't be..."

"You can't, I suppose." She climbed out of bed, "But if the med-tech had been able to keep those organs functioning, they wouldn't have let her show her age. You'll see." Haly didn't say anything about his semen being suctioned out of Mandy's aged twat with a syringe and given to the docents, or sold on the black market. She was happy to see Gene didn't think of that possibility. "So don't wank off during the day and I'll see if I can get hold of her for this evening. Mandy doesn't have much social life, so I'm pretty confident." She thought a second, "I'm also confident you could wank off twice today and still recharge in time for an evening's fun!" She giggled. "But still, don't do it."

It was true. A couple of hours later, while he was helping with the housework, she saw his trousers tenting again. She licked her lips and remembered the taste, and the sheer volume of his ejaculation. Here he was, recharged already, and he wasn't even looking her way. No visual stimulation, not her breasts (today she'd put on a heavy blouse so her nipple-bumps would not show) or her arse or her cameltoe or her smile to look at.

That evening, after a long corridor walk (always looking over his shoulder as if the women in white were lurking, ready to pounce) and furtive entry to an apartment barely the size of a closet (Haly couldn't squeeze in after him and left him to fend for himself), he was looking at Mandy. Haly said her appearance would surprise him, but he hadn't believed when she'd told him Mandy was very old, born in the days before docents and milking barns, back when men and women were equal -- that is, when the population was 50-50 male-female.

The woman wore an expensive white blouse and green trousers, fine material, but an imitation of the dirt-digging trousers Gene had worn while working in the bio-dome 6. Gene caught a hint of the same bath oil that Haly wore. Had she given Mandy a heads-up on what would be familiar, something reminding him of those delicious blowjobs? It was all... perfect?

But her smile was forced. Her voice heavy with resignation. Her face was lined with wrinkles deeper than any he had seen before, for all that her tightly curled hair was still jet-black (but was that real or tinted?)

"Maybe he's brave enough to be it," her rough voice said no, he wouldn't be. "He's still rising," she looked at his crotch, "Even now that he's met me." She began to unbutton her blouse. "But when he sees me naked." Her flesh was ancient, skin coarse, breasts deflated, sagging, nipples elongated and pointing at the floor.

His erection remained insistent. She raised an eyebrow. From a pocket she pulled a plastic tube and tossed it to him. It was inscribed in pink with an archaic script he had to squint to read, "Love becomes our legacy."

When he looked up, she was naked. Geriatric techniques, freely available even in these difficult times, could usually maintain skin tone and coloring, but hers was dark, mottled. Her pubic hair was a tightly curled as the hair on her scalp, but it was pure white and very sparse, barely covering her long, hanging pussylips.

"Nothing gets my juices flowing anymore." Her movements were stiff, creaky. He completely undressed in the time it took for her to flop on a mattress that covered a good fraction of her floor, "I need you to grease my hole," she rolled over slowly on her back, "See?" She opened her legs. Her lips distended as she pulled them apart, opening wide to show the interior pink.

The mattress was soft and spongy, reminded him of the insulation pad Vesse had seduced him on. Remembering this, he slipped two unlubricated fingers into her, probing for the thin rubber film of a sperm-catcher. As she'd promised, she was bone dry, so dry it was as hard as getting inside a teenager's tightness, even though the flesh of her vaj itself was loose, stretched out.

The feeling was most unpleasant.

But then a ghost of a smile crossed Mandy's lips. She twisted around and reached down to his crotch, wrapping her hand around his stiff, throbbing cock. She squeezed gently, her rough, dry palm rasping uncomfortably. "What did those white witches do to you boy?" She squeezed a little harder, but he remained as hard as steel.