She is thin even for a woman. With some years, her body will fill out. She is shaved, with no hair down under. She sure knows how to look sexy. She is slowly walking to me in a runway walk. She has a smirk on her face; she knows she has me. I am no longer flaccid. My member is puffing up; he’s turning thicker and longer. I think of her mother, which stops me from popping full length.
Tamara slows down, her eyes are popping out of her head. I fill out a full seven and a half inches long and bigger than a hand can hold going around. My lack of size prevents me from getting higher levels of sexual approval. That’s OK; many women won’t do a Level Six-man. They don’t want anyone to know they had sex with a man.
The worst part for women, they love having sex with men. You can’t break millions of years of evolution. Men and women simply love having sex together.
Tamara walks around my bed, jumps in, then rolls, so she is in the middle of the bed. That was practiced.
She looks at me expectingly, “Let’s see how different men are at eating pussy.”
Ah-ha, a challenge! Oooo, this might be fun after all.
I maneuver myself between her legs. I am hard as steel now. All thoughts of mom are long forgotten. I start off with a slow, light licking of her mons. She is stunned. I lick more and move towards her pussy lips slowly. I’m in no rush; I love this part. I know Tamara isn’t impressed right now. She is used to women. Many women love soft and slow; it’s what gets them off.
After a few minutes, I pick up the speed and the amount of pressure my tongue uses. She hasn’t seen this much. A few women do this to be different. I ignore the clit; I am saving that for my finale. She gets two more minutes of my wide tongue. She has a smile on her face, and now I do my thing. My tongue is pointed at the middle of her left pussy lips. I quickly lick up and down. I touch her lips, plus the outside skin, and on the inside, it curls down the hole. The speed makes it an unusual feeling. After a few ups and downs, I swap to the other side.
Tamara is withering on the bed, screaming her enjoyment at the top of her lungs. Two rounds of that, and I switch to slurping her pussy lips like their spaghetti noodles. Both sides get two great, long, tongue slurps. Tamara is laughing hysterically on the bed.
Now it’s time for her orgasm. I already have a sly smile on my face. I know exactly what this will do to her. I haven’t shaved for two days now. I start halfway up her thigh; I rest my cheek on her thigh. Slowly I bring it down towards her pussy.
Tamara is crying out, “What the fuck! What the fuck! What is that! DON’T STOP!”
As I cross over her pussy, I open my mouth and slurp her clit with a fair amount of pressure. At two seconds, I stop my work on her clit, and move up her thigh again. Two seconds is almost enough to kill a woman.
That was enough to make her buck her hips, tossing me to the side. That coincided with a blood-curdling scream that’s cut off by her body. It’s too busy wrecking her body, pulling random muscles, and making her forget to breathe. Her eyes roll up in her skull to the point I am afraid of what I have done. There will be no place in the galaxy that I could hide from the law if I harm a princess. My life would be over.
Tamara rolls over towards me, she has a smile on her face, and she’s ready for more. I have seen enough of this. I quickly roll out of bed and stand against the wall with, I am sure, a look of fear on my face.
With a forceful voice, I command her, “Oh no. We are done here. You scared the shit out of me when you stopped breathing. Do you have any idea what they will do to me if I injure or kill a princess? No way. This isn’t worth it. You must return to your room. Now!”
She doesn’t move.
With a smug look on her face, she explains to me, “We’re not done. Not by a long shot. Do you know what it means when I stop breathing?”
I reply smugly, “You’re trying to get me killed?”
She laughs at me and then continues, “No, silly. It’s because I just had a hard orgasm that rocks me to the core of my body. I shut down and enter a place that’s all joy. So much so, nothing else matters. Then my body says, ‘Oh shit, I need to breathe again.’ That wakes me up, and I come back to reality where that warm, cozy joy is still swirling around in my body.
“You are so different. Those whiskers! Oh my! That was awesome. You started out dull. I thought I had made a big mistake. Then you sped up and used more force. That’s far more force than any woman uses. I wonder why we don’t. Whatever. That was amazing. I want more. I want to try more. You’re in no danger. I will do the same if you can get me to a good orgasm.
“Those don’t happen often, so I doubt you need to worry about that. I mean, how good can you really be? I am curious, though, especially since I know you. I feel like I can trust you, and you won’t take advantage of me. Even with women, because of my position, I must be careful. You’re so lucky; nobody cares what you do.”
I flat-out laugh at her.
With a look of contempt, “You’ve been living in a palace too long. Things at the lower level of society aren’t quite so wonderful for men or women. 100% surveillance, zero privacy from the state. I can’t fart in my own home without getting a ticket. I can’t walk into most neighborhoods. There are many foods I can’t buy, as they’re too good for a man. We only have work clothes. We can’t say no to a woman. So, don’t tell me how bad it is to be a princess. Most would kill for that kind of life.”
Tamara steels her eyes on me, “Not a damn thing I can do. Mom has all the power. She won’t give us any of her power. She greedily hordes it all. We advise her. More often than not, she goes against what we suggest. She has friends who advise her; they’re always asking for things that benefit their people. She listens to them a lot. That’s what keeps her as the queen.
“This talk is boring me. I want you to sink that pecker into my juicy pussy. I have never known anyone to be with a man before. Well, none that would admit to it. I want to feel that experience, good or bad. I got to know, I need to know. Please do this for me?” That last part she drew out as if she is begging me.
This may be a terrible idea, but I haven’t fucked a woman in over six months. I have needs, and she is cute as hell. Yes, it bothers me that she is a half-sister, but my needs rapidly outweigh that tiny detail. I sit between her legs, thinking.
I feel terrible, “I can’t do this. I don’t have any condoms. I never figured I would have a woman on my ship. No way I screw you and risk getting you illegally pregnant. There is no quicker way for me to get the death penalty. You’re beautiful; yet part of me wants to risk it. I can’t.”
Tamara wraps her legs around me to prevent me from moving. I stay sitting, waiting for her to talk.
Tamara says in a soft and loving voice, “As a princess, mom has us prepared for everything. We are high profile on our planet. Even at one in two hundred, that’s still a lot of men on the planet. With the way you’re treated, some get mad. Knowing about you, I now understand why mom was so worried about an unwanted pregnancy. We have an oily substance that kills sperm, we have tests to see if we’re pregnant, and we have pills to stop pregnancy.