Apocalypse Blues
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 175
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 175 - Adam Clarke is just a regular Navy veteran going to West Virginia University on the GI Bill, right? Think again, as he discovers, after Doomsday, with the help of a growing harem, a radical classmate, and her lesbian lover, his history professor.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Celebrity Futanari Military School War Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Paranormal Demons Sharing Slut Wife Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Clergy Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Politics Revenge Violence
1713 hours, local time
Friday, 12 September, 2014
Adam Clarke Plaza
Burlington, CO
“So, this is my final evening here. Let me stipulate certainly other laws, policies, and traditions for you to follow here in the future. One, no more Daylight Savings Time at all. Two, the metric system is now mandatory. Three, for a variety of practical, legal, medical, and other reasons, in order to make life more rational in a more promiscuous society such as this, paternity tests are automatic and quite compulsory. The biological father must be clearly identified or else that could lead to a matriarchy of sorts, something best avoided.
“Four, the age of consent laws must absolutely be consistent, with no exceptions and loopholes, but a single, simple, and plain standard. Everyone aged fourteen years and above may engage in sexual relations with anyone else of that age or above ... period. None of this silly, stupid hand wringing about power balances or imbalances or whatever. Either you are old enough to consent or you are not. Either you have agency and accountability or you do not. It’s either consensual or it’s not. No more vague, open to interpretation rubbish.
“Five, sexual harassment will be likely moot after Schumacher Syndrome kicks in completely, but if there are any unwanted sexual advances, they will be dealt well as harassment only if persistent and coercive in nature. Six, if both are roughly on equal levels of intoxication or whatnot, neither can be considered more capable of consent than the other, hence neither could be guilty of rape or assault. Seven, mere offensive speech or humor is not hate or harassment and shall not be regarded as such. People just need to grow thicker skins.
“Eight, no one is entitled to sexual favors or romantic or emotional or financial benefits, though I expect that, in future generations, this point will be moot. Nine, abortion is temporarily prohibited, except for medical emergencies, though only punishable by a fine of articles of clothing. Pretty much all fines should be levied by forfeiture of clothes. The use of condoms, birth control, prophylactics, etc. is temporarily prohibited under the same penalty. This is simply to boost population, of course, for the greater good.
“Ten, when all articles of clothing that can be collected, minus necessary protective clothing and cosplay outfits, punishment of misdemeanors shall largely consist of either caning or the pillory. Eleven, every household shall have communal underwear containers and shall swap underwear often whenever clothed. Twelve, alimony shall be temporary, limited to one calendar year and capped at ten percent of net annual income,” I continued to lay down laws largely similar to those in Wichita, even as I pumped and dumped inside Godiva (the newly adopted name of a proud member of the growing “absolute nudist” movement in town).
“By the way, it’s Godiva Clarke now. I’m adopting your surname and claiming you as my brother for life. My former name doesn’t matter at all. Just think of me as your very ... loving ... sister! I fully intend to emulate my namesake and ride naked through town. The difference is that I want people to ogle me, of course. I also hope that they know that, regardless of my marital status or theirs, they can have me on demand. I think that my husbands understand my kinks just as I accept theirs. I also hope that we bring back milkmen, for obvious reasons,” Godiva clarified while I took both holes from behind.
I took the time to specifically state the following as well:
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