Thirty-69: I'm Breanna Sparks | Elyria Steele

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I'm Breanna Sparks, captain of the smuggling ship the Jackhammer, and what the hell just happened!? Last thing I remember was I had just traveled by foot to this old abandoned Federated station with my trusty operations droid O-Bot. We needed to clone a spare power cell to repair the one that was damaged when my ship crash-landed on this rock (zero G masturbating can get kinda messy).

Now, if you're from another planet, you may be wondering why you're looking at a girl with a dick. Well, back in the 27th century all the men on Earth were wiped out by an alien disease. For humankind to continue, the women of Earth had to genetically alter their DNA to all be hermaphrodites. Hey, now that I think about it . . . where the hell are my clothes, anyway?!

I'm Breanna Sparks, captain of the smuggling ship the Jackhammer, and I think I just made a big goof!

“Uh, O-Bot, situation report!” I hear the naked lady on the floor say in a familiar silken voice.

Hovering in the air, my trusty operations droid looks between the two of us before answering towards me, “It appears you didn't listen to my warnings, and instead of cloning the power cell you have cloned yourself.”

“Well, I'm sorry!” I exclaim. “I didn't know the cloning beam was going to be so erratic!”

My apparent clone, her hair all a mess, slowly gets up off the floor and approaches me. A mischievous looking grin creeps across her lips.

“Well, Breanna, you really do know how to fuck something up, don't you?” the clone asks as she saunters closer to me. The station's emergency lighting seems to only confirm the truth of her statement.

“It's as much your fault as it is mine. You are me after all! Although, it's weird -- you don't have my tattoo.”

“Good! I never really liked it that much anyway.”

“What? I love this tattoo!”

“Captain Sparks--” O-Bot tries interjecting.

“It doesn't matter,” the clone continues. “Well, the least we can do is take advantage of the situation!” she purrs as she reaches down and fondles my increasing girth. I can't help but blush a little as this is really pretty hot, if not a little awkward.

“O-Bot, remind me again why you're not supposed to clone people?”

“I'm trying to get to that. Beyond the usual ethical discussions, cloning was outlawed due to the clones' tendency to have greatly reduced inhibitions,” he pauses as if considering something, “so in your case . . . .”

My clone and I are inches away from each other, her hand lightly stroking my dick.

“Captain Sparks?”

“Yes?” both my clone and I say simultaneously.

Oh, this just won't do! “Look, I'm Breanna Sparks! You're . . . .”

“I'm as much you as you are!” the clone says.

It's really weirding me out! It's like looking in a mirror, but only the mirror is moving.

"I mean, I remember what you were doing in the shower this morning!” she says as she plops down on her knees, my now throbbing erect cock dangerously close to her mouth. She must sense my apprehension and smiles up at me. “Don't freak out so much! This is just like masturbation, only way more fun!” she says as she slides me inside her mouth. I let a moan slip out at how good if feels.

She withdraws my length long enough to say, “Tell you what, I'll go by 'Anna'. I've always liked that part of the name best anyway.”

“Nuh-uh! I've always liked 'Bree' best, oh . . .” is all I can manage as my newly cloned twin takes me in her mouth again.

“Captain, er, Bree?” O-Bot finally says. “We can't allow this clone to continue its existence!”

My droid's thought process is more than I'm willing to consider at the moment, as fucking my clone's mouth is taking precedent. I start rocking my hips into Anna's incredible mouth faster.

I'm getting close, when she stops and sits back on the floor and says, “Not just yet babe -- it's my turn!” She shoots a glare towards the droid and adds, “And, frankly, I'm hurt O-Bot.”

“Yes, well no offense Captain Anna, but the punishment for cloning a living being is death.”

I've already started licking the tip of Anna's cock when Anna says what I'm thinking. “We're already wanted dead in four systems. At least this sentence would be worth it.” She gently strokes the side of my cheek as she asks, “Wouldn't it, my sweet Bree?”

I moan in agreement. I reach under her balls to thrust my fingers into her soaking slit, causing her to tense up and gasp.

“I was not wrong about how good this was going to be!” Anna says through her loud moaning. Her spit-slick cock is pumping my mouth hard. This time she'll have to be the one to wait.

“I wish there was something more comfy in here to lay on,” I say as I sit up to strip off my space suit.

O-Bot whirs overhead. “Captain Bree, there is a deployable med-bed available at this location.”

“Well, get deploying then!” I say while smiling at Anna's incredible body.

Within seconds, the floating medical bed materializes in the middle of the room. “So, you're not going to disintegrate me, right?” she says playfully as she points her ass towards me.

I grab her thigh and slide my cock up to her waiting pussy. “That depends on if you continue to be such a good little fuck toy!”

“Well, since I know precisely what gets us off, I'm sure you'll find me a wonderful little fuck toy!” Anna says as she grinds her hips, sucking my cock into her tight pussy.

“I'm so close to cumming!” I moan, and Anna pulls off me before I can protest.

“Now, now! I want you to build up all your cum so I've got lots to lick off of your sweet bod!”

I stare at her, my cock tingling and throbbing for release. Fuck, I think, this is too good to be true!

“Get up here and take me in your ass, Bree-baby! I know for a fact you want it!”

I am so turned on right now, I don't hesitate to hop up and press my tight asshole up to her waiting prick. She holds me up and presses her length into me, my ass gripping her cock tightly. Anna's thrusts are long and deliberate, wanting to feel the full stroke of it in my ass. She's not wrong -- it's what I would do.

As she tenses up, pouring her cum into my hungry asshole, I yell playfully, “Hey! That's not fair!”

She giggles and says, “Relax, sister -- it's time for your sweet balls to empty their load!” She shifts under me and lets me lay flat on the bed. She begins stroking my cock furiously, its every inch begging to cum.

“That's it," she whispers in my ear, "pour it all over yourself so I can lick you clean!” It's more than enough to send me into a body-wracking orgasm. The volume of cum is incredible and makes the experience seem to go on and on.

“Wow!” Anna says as she gently slows her stroking. “That's impressive! And now to clean you up!”

Anna leaps up and pulls my limp body upright. My head is still in a haze from how intense my orgasm was, and I can feel the ropes of my cum begin to trickle down my chest and tummy. Anna begins lashing her tongue up and down me, her mouth making little slurping sounds as she cleans off the mess.

“Okay, yeah,” I say with a light chuckle, “I'm definitely not disintegrating you.”

Anna giggles as she squeezes my balls and says, “Aw, you say the nicest things to me."

Anna ends my tongue bath with a long and intense kiss on my lips; it fills my mouth with the sweet and salty taste of my cum.

O-Bot audibly sighs and says, “And I thought you were a narcissist before . . . .”

Anna pulls away and begins marching off, scanning the room for something.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I've, er, we've got a shipment due on Pregnosis-6. I want to get back to the Jackhammer and get my payment.”

“Your payment?” I ask, raising a brow.

“You know what I mean! We're going to need to start charging double. O-Bot!” she says in my typical commanding fashion.

“Yes, Captain Anna?”

“We need to get this power cell cloned. I think you should do it this time while Bree and I find something for me to wear.”

“Yes,” O-Bot says dryly. “Perhaps that would be a good idea.”

-End