Different Planet Ch. 35

"The new dawn blooms!" the old African woman groaned as Gene squirted lubricant on his fingers and worked it into the loose, dry tissues of her vaj, "It's been so long since lookin' at my body got a boy hard." She moved her hips, pushing up against him so his fingers moved in and out of her. "You want me to get on my hands and knees so you don't have to see my face and my saggy tits while we do it?"

For an answer, he leaned over and kissed her left breast, took the nipple between his lips and sucked on it.

"You're brave enough to see it," she said as she took hold of his cock again in her clawlike hand, pulling him into her, "To see me face to face and not lose your erection. I like it that way -- OH!" she gasped as he thrust into her, "So we can reach out our arms to one another." She wrapped her arms around him, holding him still for a moment, "So good to finally feel a cock inside me!" she whispered in his ear, then let go, "Now PLOW me, farmboy!" How did she know he'd worked in the bio-dome? Or was it just an old expression from an old woman?

Each thrust bounced her heels up and flapped her tits, until she put her hands over them. "Want to see me suck on them while you fuck me?" She stretched her left tit up and pushed the nipple into her mouth.

He grunted, "Uh-huh," but wasn't really saying anything. At least she was real, not one of those machines like the the Jizz Squad's Alexandria, and a real vaj, not some docent's lubed up hand wanking him off. It always felt good, having his cock in somewhere warm and wet, but she looked so ugly and talked so coarse!

She took his grunt as encouragement, pushed the other nipple between her lips, tongue flicking out between the two, teasing him.

Whatever the docents had dosed him with, he felt (or feared) it would keep him stiff, whether she were ugly or beautiful, virgin or whore, even a cold, lifeless bronze statue! And she wasn't lifeless, of course. She was tired and old, but his pumping her slowly brought more than a sardonic smile to her face. She moaned as her own juices finally began to flow.

"You're a fucking machine boy," she gasped as he increased his pace, "Been a long time since my cunt felt hot like this!"

So now he was the machine? It was a long time since he had felt this way, too: getting hard but not getting off!

"Your cunt feels real nice," he said, punctuating his words with a thrust that slapped his balls against the skin of her taint, then, "Mandy!" with another hard thrust. He thought she'd like to hear he remembered her name.

He watched as she started to shake, eyes turning up in their sockets, teeth digging into the flesh of her breasts, then releasing as she opened her mouth to scream, hands letting go of them as her arms flailed. He felt the squeezing and rippling, her body gripping his cock as she hit her first climax, but still he couldn't get over the edge.

It was a bizarre new feeling, like he was the old man, not her. Had to think of something, some memory, some erotic reverie.

Vesse? No, he despised her. A superbly gifted lover, but the docents who'd trained her were the reason she'd betrayed him. The Jizz Squad fantasy machines? No, he wouldn't fuck another robot, ever. All the women he'd known before he'd been put in the dormitory had faded from his mind. Who else? Sharp memories of Dr Winfrey bubbled up. He hated her too, of course, but he found he could twist that hate into imagining holding her down, one hand on her neck, one flipping her fat arse over so her stomach and breasts splayed out as he pushed her face into the tile floor of the examination room, dragging her skirt up and ripping her panties off.

Then, just like he'd done to Vesse, he spit on her. It took real effort to open those huge arse-cheeks and spit on her hole while she screamed and struggled. He forced his cock in her virgin arsehole, heard her screams stop as she choked and gasped, then screamed again, louder... sounding just like Mandy.

The dream revenge sent him over the edge, shooting his jizz in great warm spurts, filling Mandy's cunt, driving her to a second, then a third climax before they both collapsed, exhausted.

It felt like they'd been at it for hours. He didn't want to look at a clock. He didn't want to open his eyes and look at anything.

When he finally did open them, his first though was, ugly. Ugly thoughts, ugly body, ugly dreams, ugly women. He leaned back, his limp cock flopping out of her slack pussy. Her juices, his semen and whatever lube remained started to trickle out, soaking her bone white pubic hair.

"I gotta pee," she said, struggling to get up off the mattress. He stood and helped pull her to her feet. She paused, breathing heavily, "That was one good fuck, boy. Those white witches made a monster." She rubbed her crotch against his limp penis. "I gotta get me some of whatever monster sauce they used on you," she cackled.

Walking three steps to the WC and opening the door, she dripped a few more splashes of his semen down her thighs and on the floor.

She lived in quarters built not long after the crisis; her tiny WC had toilet and sink, but they would have to use the communal facilities if they wanted to shower. She didn't. Just wanted to get back on the mattress and take a nap. Before she did, though, she washed his cock and balls at the sink with cardamom-scented soap and warm water. "That was a good fuck, honey," she said again, squeezing his cock as if it were some kind of magic talisman, "Come back tomorrow if you want!" She laughed, pushed back his foreskin and ran water over the cockhead, "This tool is so fucking tremendous I'll come and visit you, if you like!"

She watched him getting dressed, licking her lips and stroking her swollen nipples as he stuffed his cock and balls back in his briefs, then put on a robe so she wouldn't be naked when she let him out the door.

It was only when he got back to Alex and Haly's place that he realized he hadn't kissed Mandy on the lips, even when they were cumming.