Sign Up | Log In

Home | My Home | Discuss | Contact


 


"In space no one can hear you breed" | wolk | 6

 

After left, and I tucked my manhood back into my pants, I suddenly felt really shitty. With the sexual euphoria gone and its cloud removed from my brain, there was guilt and disgust with myself left over for what I've done. But it felt so good!

I was not a playboy by any stretch, but not a virgin either. I've had my share of blowjobs and this one was the best by far. And she wasn't even giving it all she could, nor pushing all the buttons I liked pushed. I could only imagine how would slutty, uninhibited, spit-drooling, throat-fucking sex be with her. That thought and the pictures my imagination drew alone made my cock uncomfortably stiff again in my pants.

But it was wrong. Wasn't it? A crime, a sin, and horrible for the society...

What society? Who would enforce the laws we broke? Genetic dangers would be fixed by medicine; it will feel good - oh, SO good! And we could build up a small colony after a long time, thus spreading the human race further into space, strengthening its position, making it more resistant to natural disasters and wars, more likely to survive. Wouldn't it then be a... good thing?

It was so hard to accept, but eventually I concluded that going along with 's plan was the best possible choice. It was then easier to convince myself to accept our incestous acts as perfectly natural. But between the logical argument I made up for myself and the recallections of pleasure her skillful lips on my horny cock brought, I finally made up my mind and spirit, and accepted my fate with a smile. Now, I was actually looking forward to it all!

Unfortunately, my inner struggles occupied me for the rest of the day and couldn't find me for lunch. When I finally showed up late for dinner, she greeted me with a pissed expression on her face. Hands on her full, sexily curved hips that were only hugged by tight, short jean shorts, her round breasts straining the light pink tank top and nipples poking through it visibly, shot at me:

"I hope you're not thinking of backtracking on me, . Be a man and keep your word, damn it!"

I just grinned, getting quite turned on by how she looked when angry. Her sexy hair flew beautifully when her head jerked at me, and her nice, braless tits bounced so seductively under the thin tank top.

"Not at all, hunny." I came closer and pulled her into a close hug. "From this moment you are my wife, , and after I eat dinner we will find a big, soft bed for our wedding night."

Her expression changed so radically now. A moment ago she was pissed and now she looked happier than I have ever seen her in my whole life. beamed at me, her beautiful eyes sparking as she hugged me tigher yet as she squealed in delight.

"Oh, , you're wonderful! I love you so much!" She kissed me lovingly and I returned it, my mind now at ease after I have made the hard decision earlier.

"Oh, my God, , I'm so excited!" She giggled guiding me to the table. "Quickly, eat your food, then come to cabin 69-D. It has a double bed and I've prepared it for us before. I'll put on my wedding night lengerie and be waiting for you, my love." She kissed me again. "Would you like me to dress up in white and be an innocent girl for you, or would you prefer a hot, horny slut with a dripping cunt all dressed in red?"

 

How would you like her to prepare?


          Innocent and dressed in white– like a little sister should be.

          Hot, Horny, Slut -Like you know she is!

 
 
 

view story map | bookmark thread | report thread

Login or Signup