Becoming a Man in Appa
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 7
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - After-bunker society has strict rules about sex: rules that the lustful teenage urges screaming inside John don't understand. He wants to be a good man; he wants to do his duty and honor his community. But more than that, he NEEDS to get laid.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Post Apocalypse Group Sex Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex
John managed to avoid any awkward conversations with his family for most of the rest of the day, but his mother finally broached the subject once the little kids were all in bed. “I heard you got matched with a circuit girl today,” she said with a measure of pride.
“Yeah.”
“Well?” She pressed. “Did you and she get along well?”
“It was okay,” he said, clearly not wanting to talk about it.
“Well good for you,” his mother told him.
“Where was she from?” His youngest sister Tessie asked.
“I don’t know,” John said.
“Well what was she dressed like?” Lucy said, taking over the questioning. “Was she dressed like a Walmer slut? Or a Marley priss? Venture bitch? Woolton pig-fucker?
“She was wearing pants,” John volunteered.
All three of his sisters broke into laughter.
John hesitantly asked: “So ... what makes a guy good?”
Lucy was the first to answer. “Well, step number one: be handsome,” she told him. “Step number two: well, there’s no point in worrying about step number two, is there?”
“Lucy!” Their mother chastised.
Edith continued: “Step number two is to press your body close to hers, hold her tight, and drill her like a steam engine for hours and hours!” Her body became animated as she continued, “Oh! Mmm! Yes! YES!” Lucy joined Edith’s mock climaxes.
John walked out the door to take a walk in the moonless night. He heard his mother through the first several paces: “Girls that was horrible! You know he doesn’t have anyone else he can ask...”
At least Tessie hadn’t made fun of him. He’d always been closest to her. With only four years between them, she was the only one of his sisters who’d ever seemed like a fellow child to him, growing up.
Several times the next day, John considered asking people for advice. Each time, he decided that it would go badly, like it had with his family.
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