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It's kind of cool to think ...
I paid him off, read the Rules of Conduct for Alien Seed Petitioners - and went to my hotel.
Before my eyes was the first line of the Rules:
1.1.1. The Alien Seedmaster is forbidden to incite the little woman to any escape from the special camp, to travel outside the capital and the Great Kingdom of Druera. It is forbidden to continue any contacts with it, including virtual and holographic. The perpetrators, together with the little woman, will be held criminally liable under Article 15.1.1. Punishment Code of Druera.
Throughout the galaxy, everyone knew that the Durians were processed for fertilization into flight from their beloved homeland.
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- Iwaited for you. I am ready. I’m all sticky there, ”Eri told me when I came to her in the morning. - I thought about it all night long ... and I have everything right there whining. I'd like to ...
She bit her lips and climbed on me like a tree. “Fertilization is frankness,” I recalled.
This has not happened yet: so that without any preludes, caresses and licks - immediately inside. I threw off the rags in a split second — quicker than the space marines — threw Erie, and immediately got into it halfway up, and then he pushed and pressed to the end. Eri gasped and smiled at me.
- Painfully?
- Ahhh ... A little bit. But good. Good! Come on like this. I really wanted to ...
“And what did you do when you wanted to?” - I asked, fucking her slowly and deeply, into the very very inside.
- Ahhh ... I did not do anything.
- Did you touch yourself there? You were nice, huh?
- Ahhh ... How do you know? Don't say that, I'm ashamed ...
- How did you touch yourself? Here so, yes? - I put my finger in the sticky bud and vibrated there, continuing to fuck Eri.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… - More, more so, please! ...
- Help me!
- Awww! I forgot ... So?
- So! So-so! ... And so-so ...
- And here's a-a-ak! ... - she sang along and podmahivala, looking into my eyes and smiling crimson smile.
- Rrraaaaz! And rrraaaz! And further! - we groaned in unison, looking at each other. - Like this! Like this!..
- Aaaa! ... Just like working together. Like a water tower ... Aaahuu! ...
- Let's work, work! Work! Rrraz! And rrraz! ..
- Oooh ... how strange ... something about me like yesterday ...
“Does the girl come to an end under me?” - I thought and put more pressure on:
- Come on! Come on, Eri! Come on! Come on, come on! Come on! - I exhaled, and she exhaled with me:
- BUT! BUT! BUT! Ahh Ahhh! ..
My face burned as if blood had flowed into it from all the arteries. Eri screamed, shouting at me:
- Ah! Ahh Ahh Aa ... Aaaaaa? - suddenly she questioningly stretched out, and then she crouched into an arc: - Aaaa ... Aaaaaaa ... AAAAAAAAAAA !!! ... - Erie yelled, clutching at my shoulders.
Her face was a deep pink, her eyes rolled and her blood was leaking from her bitten lip. I suddenly felt scared for her, and I began to shake her shoulders, although at that time he himself poured deeply in the hot womb of Eri, bursting with the blissful pain in the eggs.
The orgasm did not let Erie go for a long time, and when he finally let go - she broke into a rag, stunned and pink from top to bottom, like a newborn. I felt her pulse and sat next to hers - hip to thigh.
We lay for a long time and were silent.
So long that it was completely clear to us what we both think about.
The first I could not resist:
- What are you thinking about?
- What are you talking about? Eri replied.
- I? Probably about the same thing about you.
- What am I talking about? Eri asked, and we both laughed. Although laughing, to be honest, there was nothing.
“Do you think that we'll see you tomorrow for the last time,” I said after all.
“Yes,” Eri agreed.
- And what will we do?
- I do not know.
We were silent for another five minutes, or ten, or I do not know how much.
Then I suddenly got up and grabbed her to me:
- Not. Will not work.
- Do not go - she agreed, clinging to me.
Her hair tickled my nose. I stroked them, snapped them up, tossed them up, watching them gleam in the rays of the reddish Dyerian sun shining in the window.
- What are your hair! ... What are they ... - I suddenly fell silent.
- What kind? - asked Eri.
I was silent, trying to digest what had occurred to me. Then he said slowly:
- Erie ... Are you and I about the same height?
- Yes.I was still teased at home by a Giraffe ...
- Erie. You know, Eri ...
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When I went to the police station the next morning, I was wearing black glasses and in my hands a piece of paper with the inscription:
"I can not talk. I drank some of your liquor. ”
The guards looked at each other:
- Ooooh! ... Amanita with spider juice drank? It rattles all over the galaxy, but it's not easy with unaccustomed use. Come on, come on, buddy ...
I went to Eri. She threw herself on my neck and got into my lips, so warm and moist that I immediately wanted to whine, as in childhood.
- Eri, Eri ... I also missed ... No, Eri, now it is impossible, do not ... We'll get tired, lose power ... Eri! - I shouted at her, and she walked away from me, red as a tomato. - Eri ... Don't. Do you remember everything?
She nodded.
- Everything, everything, as we agreed?
She nodded again.
- Did not change your mind? Right? If they catch us ... you understand. Well?...
It had to be done in the middle of the day, at the very hustle, when there were long lines at the checkpoint. There was little time.
- Well ... Ready?
... When I rubbed with a towel the remains of the cream from the bald spot - a funny round-headed baby, who just had been beautiful Eri, told me:
- I probably now never dare to look in the mirror ...
- Now is not the point. Get dressed, I said, throwing off the rags. - Do you remember everything?
- Yes...
- Gone!
A minute later, a familiar bald figure of my height came out of the corridor, in my black glasses and in my jacket. Nodding to the guards, she walked to the exit. The guards barely glanced at her: a line of excited Seedors was pressing at the entrance.
I waited, looking at the cosmophone. Two minutes, three, four, five ... Fucking bogeyman, well ... Finally, the display flashed and a bald head appeared in it:
- I'm here. It's okay What should I do now?
- Nothing. Wait for me.
The display has gone out. I sat down, paused, got air into my lungs - and jumped out in my shorts into the corridor:
- Eheeeee! Ehhheeeey !!! - I was hoarse, rushing to guard, like a buffalo. - Did I run past you by the hour?
- What?
- Guys! But what is it! Cracked me on the head, took my rags and washed off! Catch! Catch! She could not go far!
A wild alarm has risen. The guards rushed in, ran, zabubnila in kosmofony, causing help; a siren howled - and the commotion spilled out onto the street, like porridge from a pan.
- Get out! There! There is my spaceship! Five-seven-four X! I shouted hoarsely, pointing in the opposite direction. “She hasn't taken off yet!”
The crowd pushed the shaft to a distant starship, and I dived to the side, ran to my native Puker, opened the door - and flew into the cabin.
Eri was here.
- We start! Let go! - I hijacked twenty levers with both hands at once, I repeated to myself twenty times - “do not hurry ... turn on the reactor ... seal the shell ... expose all three layers of protection - one, the other, the third ... launch the gravitastabilizer ... what still? like everything ... Start! "
“Well, Erie ...” The machine boomed, gently lifted itself above the spaceport and began to quickly gain altitude, rising to the edge of the atmosphere.
There was no overload: the old gravistab worked like a beast.
- ... We are not even pursued. Beauty ... Well, Erie, say goodbye to the motherland. Where is your village?
- From here it is not visible. It is there, to the west, ”Eri pointed to the purple edge of Drouera, which was circling before her eyes.
- Not exactly changed your mind? I asked, even though it was stupid here, three hundred miles above Druera.
Eri silently shook her bald head, looking at me.
- Then drove. Eeeegegey! - I checked the coordinates, turned on the multi-accelerator - and leaned back in my chair. The display with the purple Druera blinked and blurred with a muddy stain that had fallen into the blackness of space.
We were silent. Eri got up and crawled into my lap; I cut it to the boobs, buried it in them - and we sniffed, listening to the quiet hum of the reactor.
I wanted to tell her a lot. But I did not know where to start, and was silent. And then he spoke:
- Uh ... This is the most ... I hope the guards will not fly very hard. Great guys, sorry for them ... But in general - they are goons, this is your government. Do not allow people to be together. The guy and the girl should be together as much as they want. Is always. All life.And bring up children together, and not give them to some fucking nursery there. These are simple things. And how they do not understand this? Erie?
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strange tale
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So ... Good story, just weird.
And the “romance” tag is here ... somehow out of place. Here, rather, "humor" should be put - I think so.
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Agree! But it is written well!
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Romance is suitable, but humor is not
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And the girl was shaved again !!! Is it a fetish?
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He is :)
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not my level, of course, but it will go =)
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And Azimov and Sheckley liked;)
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but they are not
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And about the murder of Hermina - also straight out of my head? :)
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Liked_
__Sexual philosophy
__New genre or rubric should be opened
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Hurry sexual fable with morality :)
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But the genre is new ???
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It just doesn't work out that way!
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On the contrary: in order to prevent stress or shock, you need to write a story :)
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beautifully written! so sensual and romantic. It is very interesting to know what will happen next in this story?
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I really liked it. Why did I remember the Frederick Paul's Gate)
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It will be necessary to read.
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Very beautiful story, read with great pleasure!
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Class !!! 1
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That is - a class, but put the unit? :)
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It's good !!!
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Man, come back! You are waiting here :)
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Flew, fuck, have sex. He returned with a revaluation of values, his wife and offspring. Respect to you, Human Genialus
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