Recycled Reused Ch. 02

I gazed up at the sky through the tree leaves. Listened to the birds, and water spilling somewhere. She pet my head while resting hers on my shoulder. If my life ended there, I would have been fine with that.

I thought about home. The home I hadn't seen in a long time. Like it or not, the metal box had been my home. My girlfriend was gone. My job long since gone, probably half of the staff at the restaurant not even the same as when I worked there. Right now, people were complaining about their taxes, being rushed to the hospital, listening to a commencement address or watching television. Sleeping in their bed, or yelling at the kids. It seemed like an old TV show in my mind.

Then there was the here and now. It couldn't last forever. I was getting hungry. A load of semen and pussy juice reminded my brain what food was and I was hungry. My stomach rumbled loudly and my mouth watered. I couldn't remember the last time it did that like this. It continued, but Kera didn't seem to notice.

She was great. I could not have asked for more. Expecting to step off the line into a blender, instead I got her, and a swim, and a beautiful garden. I got to eat every meal I had ever enjoyed from her pussy. She was an angel. Sent to heal me.

I couldn't help but wonder what was next and began to dread it. The fact that she was here was a glimmer of hope that there was a future but she never said the blender wasn't out there somewhere. In fact, she indicated that there were other options for different guys depending on the guys. Did guys that didn't produce go somewhere horrible? Did guys that freaked out or punched other guys go into a big cage and fight over each others carcasses while aliens looked on and made bets? My imagination was running away with it and I had to force it to stop.

There were obviously multiple systems I knew of based on my experience and what Kera said. A guy system for regular production that I was in, a girl one (what did that look like?), a bad guy one, and a good guy one. Probably a good girl one. Maybe that was the same as the good guy one. Maybe I could see Kera all the time!! That would be nice. Probably a bad girl one. Of course, maybe the bad girl one was the same as the good guy one. An evil chuckle emerged from my lips at the joke.

"What are you thinking, you?" Kera said, smiling up at me.

"I was thinking about where bad girls go." I said smiling too, looking into those eyes.

"Funny. Yes. No, I don't think bad girls go everywhere here." She said, still smiling. "I've been a particularly good girl so I got to go here. To be with you. You don't know this but I have been watching you. I have had my eye on you since the day you transported in." She grinned.

"How is that even possible?"

"You'll see. I like the way you didn't freak out at the production chamber. You looked so stunned but you didn't balk. You came to terms with it with remarkable alacrity."

Is it possible she was watching?

"I also like the way you rub your beautiful scalp and then scratch your ass when you get up after a sleep. I try to be where I can watch you whenever I can. You are beautiful. ESPECIALLY when you run. Wow! Your huge cock is incredible, dangling along with you. I imagine you as a barbarian, running across the field with your shield and your hammer to kill the Huns and then take me prisoner, back from them, and make me your sex slave."

She laughed lightly and easily.

"I know, it probably sounds stupid but it's what I have. Don't knock it. As far as things go, it's not a bad fantasy. Actually a little on the bland side after all this, I suppose."

She had been watching me. All that time. Every time I stepped into a function station chamber, she could have been there, watching me forced to poop, orgasm, or pee. And she liked it.

"In case you are wondering, yes, every time you go to a production pod, if it is remotely possible, I am there." She looked embarrassed, but not away. Very serious. "I wouldn't miss watching you come if I have the choice."

"Really?"

"Yup. Other guys are interesting, but there is just something about you. And I was onto you before your semen production went through the roof. I think that is why they let me be here today. For you. They want to see us together. To try to understand or maybe because they already understand something I don't. Others try to watch you too. More than the other guys in that system. But they know I saw you first."

"Why. What in the world could you think is special about me?"

"I don't know. But I could pick you out of a line up with my eyes closed. It happens here. With others too sometimes I've heard. I don't know if it is like with me and you, but there it is."

"That dress does nothing for you." I said.

She laughed. "It's all they have. They don't seem to think we need clothing. We are farm animals, I told you. But I think somebody freaked out at some point, or attacked a naked person when they hadn't seen another person of the opposite sex for a long time, so they probably relied on convention and dressed a greeting person and it works."

"I am starving." I said, over the sound of my stomach rumbling.

"I know. Me too."

She sat up slowly, angling her legs so she could stay on my cock. Feet up on either side of my head in the soft grass, seated on my hips and cock buried in her pussy still, where her pussy seemed to still suck at it, she reached down and grabbed my head with her hands. She pulled me up toward her. I moved to sit up but she stopped me. She said,

"I can tide you over."

She angled her right breast toward my mouth. SERIOUSLY? Her breast did look full. Milk. She has milk and she is going to give it to me. Let me suck it from her breasts. Drink her essence. I glanced up into her eyes. She looked down at me with what could only be called love. Not motherly kind, but a kind which said, 'I am for you, all of me'. Leaning down to meet my lips, her nipple slid into my mouth already dripping milk. Droplets fell from her other breast and she reached up and pinched it closed.

I sucked gently on her smooth nipple and was rewarded with a mouthful of milk. It was very warm and heavy and sweet. It was nectar. Woman nectar. Angel nectar. I swallowed and my stomach rejoiced. I reveled in it. Sucking it slowly, feeling it spray into my mouth. It came out before or after I sucked and swallowed. It WANTED to be drank. I took about 10 slow swallows and the flow had stopped or nearly stopped completely. I couldn't help but notice my cock raging in erection inside her.

She looked somehow intense, watching me carefully, almost alarmed. Why? Then I figured it out, her nipple and areola clenched in my lips, she wanted me to hurry up and get the other one she was still holding. I released her and angled over to the other breast and she slipped her nipple into my mouth with her fingers behind a spray of milk which I captured with my mouth. She mashed my head into her breast and I slurped up her milk. Sucking hard. Her pussy responded.

Milk gushed into my mouth on the first couple sucks and I got real, healthy swallows of milk. A surprising amount for her average-sized breasts. I would have judged her a B cup upon our meeting but now she was an easy C. Glancing over at her other breast, it was visibly smaller than when I first closed my lips on it. She had an impressive volume of milk!

I continued to suck until the nipple gave no more and then I nibbled it slightly. She squirmed and her pussy grasped my cock in spasms.

"Can you go again?" she asked.

"Even if it kills me." I replied looking up into her eyes, my head between her hands.

We did it again, me on top. I put her down on the grass and put her legs up in the crooks of my arms and pounded her little body. I reamed her for all I was worth and she accepted it all. She kept her hands on me, pressing me into her everywhere. She came, but I wasn't ready. Her pussy spasmed over my thrusting cock and her back arched. I had never seen an orgasm like hers ever before. Her eyes glazed, her arms fell and her body convulsed, halfheartedly. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise and spritz of pussy cum sprayed my nut sack on her contractions. I kept on. Thrusting. Jamming her with cock.

After some time, her orgasm slowed and she regained some measure of self control and she grabbed me again. She was all sweaty, her face, breasts. She looked into my eyes with grim determination to not stop. At least that is how I interpreted it. She wanted me to pound her!

I kept going. I felt my cum boiling in me and got ready to put it deep in her again. She felt my resolve and started to cum again! Losing herself again, her hands fell from me and then almost involuntarily came up to my hips, grabbing me, pulling me into her harder. I exploded. She spritzed my nut sack and thighs again! I held myself deep in her pussy, my cock throbbing almost painfully. I didn't have much semen I don't think, but there was some.

The orgasm was short for me. She finished after I did. Her pussy milking. Massaging any possibility of cum from deep within me. She looked up at me, completely happy and relaxed. She seemed unable to control what her pussy was doing but was totally unconcerned by it. I lifted myself out of her slowly, and she got a frowny-pouty look on her face. And yet, she flashed dimples of a smile.

I held her legs up and moved down and slurped at her pussy.

"YES!" She cried as my tongue touched her.

I licked every trace of our orgasms from her. When I licked her clit, she started, laughing. Every time my tongue when over her clit I got the same jump reaction. She was sensitive. After about the 4th time, she said,

"Okay! Okay-okay-okay. That's enough of that!"

She pushed her legs down and sat up and went for my cock. Also sensitive, she was delicate and slow, but she licked me clean. Everywhere. She even licked my anus. And I let her. It felt animal.

When she was done. She hugged herself to me and said, "Thank you for letting me be yours."

"Thank you. Thank you for helping me, and telling me everything." After some thought, "you truly are a 'spoon full of sugar'."

She giggled. Laughed loud. "YOU ARE CORNY!"

"Guilty as charged."

"I love it! Nobody else is corny, ever!"

I laughed. Good. I could do with some more of her company, and if she liked my dumb sense of humor, I was fine with that.

"So what now?" I asked.

"Now we go back in. We could stay out here but they wouldn't like that. Our time out here, as far as they are concerned, is orientation, not a life choice. We go back in and you start in a new capacity. There will be some shocking stuff, but then in a way, you are used to that. You will probably visit a food pod, a rest pod, and then a production pod. You probably won't produce much and you might be a little sore, but you don't really get a choice on that one."

She stood up and pulled me up with her. We began walking back toward the way we came in. I was hesitant but she acted like she expected it and paused and pulled me along firmly and gently. Our bare feet back in the dirt. She left the dress where it lay, completely disregarding her nudity and mine.

"Also, there is no line. I should have said that. There is no line but the lights tell you where to go. They are off where you won't go, and on where you will. There is some routine you will recognize. You will not be required to do anything today but assimilate into your new surroundings. There will be a running belt thing later and you will get to do a sleep. After your sleep your new life starts in earnest. I will try to be there for you but if I am not there are others."

She continued. "You will be allowed to talk to other people, but be aware, they might have something they need to do or somewhere to be. During rest times are the best time to talk with others. Sometimes you will be put with others in a rest area. That is nice, but try to remember, you might need the rest and they might too."

"Nothing will harm you or damage you. That could hurt production. That would be bad."

I nodded. "Have you done this, this orientation, for any other guys?"

She looked guilty and embarrassed. She had. She answered immediately though.

"Yes. I have done this for 5 others. But I want you to know something. I didn't agree to it when I was asked to do it the first time. I didn't want to. But then you were here. They wanted me to do it still and I wanted to do it for you. I practiced, so they would let me have you."

I considered it. How many guys had she been with? While I was plugging away in my metal box. Did it matter. Did I care that much? So what? It's not as if we had diseases. She obviously felt something very special toward me, but how? Why? Because of the way I scratch my ass??? I do scratch my ass when I wake up. She has been watching. Did I feel that way toward her, or was I clinging to her because she was a life ring to a drowning man?

"Remember what I said about things being different here. The social conventions you, we, used to know aren't here. They don't amount to anything. You may find yourself in situations that are just wrong based on what you were taught, how you grew up. You will realize though, with time, that they don't amount to anything. What amounts to something is production. Production, and the art of production."

Art of production.

"Art of production?"

"You'll see. Just breathe and continue. Breathe and continue. That's how to keep from getting sent down or worse. It's also how to move up. You'll do fine. Trust me."

We were coming to the metal door. I started to shake a little. My skin was clammy and my hand was sweating but she gripped it and led me along. She was confident and there was something almost eager in her walk. She WANTED me in there.

Reaching the door I wondered that I thought that this was all real. Her story. Everything that I was about to take for granted while stepping into my new life. She looked up at me.

"Ready?"

"No."

She smiled and we took the final step up to the door. But at least I had company. Confident, beautiful, incredibly sexy company. Company who until two minutes ago (GRRRR! TWO MINUTES!!!) was licking my cock clean.

We stepped and the door whisked open. Inside was the metal room we had left, and there was a long hallway off to the back. She led me in and we began our walk.

Walking down the hall, she looked back at me. Smiled yet again, looking sympathetic to the look of dread that I must have worn.

"You okay?"

"I guess. I don't have much choice."

"Everything will be fine. I will try to get back to you before your sleep."

We approached a door at the end of a long hallway, which whisked open into a room just like the one I started in so long ago. A metal box with a round disk in the ceiling. I stood there looking at her.

"Just step into the room and stand still."

I leaned down and hugged her to me and then kissed her. I kissed her as if we were long lost lovers. She returned my kiss. She pulled back first and stood there in my embrace. She ran her hand over my scalp. Somehow exactly like I do in the morning. It felt good. She pushed me into the room.

"See you later, ass-scratcher!" She laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh too. I intoned in a snarky, overdone way, "Okay, later 'shuug'!"

She burst out laughing afresh. This was like the beginning of a great relationship! I didn't have time to revel in it though. Something was going to happen. Was this where I would be teleported from? It looked exactly like the room I started in. I stepped over to where I remembered being and turned to face the doorway. Somehow I was afraid she wouldn't still be standing there but she was. Smiling. Teeth white. Nipples pink. Pussy lips sticking out. Blond hair still short, still kind of slicked back from the water but tousled from sex. I was ready to fall in love. And then she was gone.