Niples-"Wedding night"

Seymour + Olga's Wedding Reception
Seymour, Phil, Jay, Efof, MP etc other crew at reception
As the Gelf's milled around at the reception, Olga dragged Seymour
off for some `alone' time.
With Olga's fathers words ringing in the Ambassador's ears, Seymour
resisted as much as he could as he was being dragged firmly by the
wrist.
"Must you be so rough woman! Please!" Seymour whinged. "People who
respect me are watching!"
"Where?" Said Jay sarcastically as Seymour was dragged past him.
Seymour was eventually dragged into a small shack.
"Seymour, this is my bedroom… I've been waiting for the moment I'd
bring my husband back here to my bed."
She sat down and beckoned for him to sit beside her. Seymour
nervously remained standing, looking awkward.
"Erm… indeed… well, the thing is…" Seymour said, looking around the
room and accidentally knocked into a hanging windchime. He struggled
to hold it to quieten it.
"The thing is…."
Olga sprawled herself on the bed, and stroked the bedsheets in a way
that she must have thought erotic. Seymour lifted an eyebrow in
disgust.
"The thing is ….I'm not …."
Olga gasped in shock and sat upright. "You ARE the male of your
species aren't you? I mean, I've never met a full human before."
"Yes ma'am I AM male! But its not that…" Seymour said awkwardly.
"And you have all the appropriate male organs don't you? Your not
telling me that you've had some kind of accident?" She moved closer
to him and tried to pull down his trousers.
"Yes...yes I assure you that everything is in order down there!" he
snatched her hand away from his crotch area.
"Then lets have a look!" Said his hairy wife with a wink.
"Erm… perhaps not." Said Seymour, desperately trying to think of a
way to tell her that he doesn't find her attractive in the
slightest, without hurting her feelings, which in turn would end up
her hurting him.
"Perhaps… we could talk a while, get to know each other a bit maybe?
We do have a lot to talk about." Said Seymour.
"Talk?" Olga. "Are you SURE you're the male of your species?"
Seymour laughed nervously edging towards the door.
Olga stood up, picked him up kicking and screaming and threw him
onto the bed. Seymour was so shocked as it happened in only a few
seconds. Then suddenly the big hairy mass of Olga was sat on top of
him.
"Do you not find me sexy Seymour?"
"Erm…" Seymour didn't know where to look.
"Oh well how about now…." Olga tried to seductively rip off her
wedding dress, then stood up and started dancing, rubbing her
tattered clothes through her legs. She looked back over her shoulder
and blew him a kiss.
Seymour cringed.
Then she started to pull off his shoes, his thick cotton safari
socks pulled all the way up to his knees didn't seem to put her off
one bit. She then started sucking his feet.
"Are you really sure you want to do that, I havn't changed my shoes
since we landed on this planet…" but it was too late, she had
already covered them in some kind of monkey slobber.
"eugh!" Seymour retched.
"Oh Seymour I'm glad you like it!" Olga said, now starting to kiss
him up his leg. Seymour bit his lip looking down at those big floppy
gorilla lips almost devouring his legs.
She worked her way up and Seymour's eyes grew wider with worry.
Just before she got to his groin, she sat up and sat on him, pushing
her big fat hairy rear end in his face. Seymour started coughing up
a hairball then pushed her off.
"I'm sorry, I know I should do this for King and country… but…." He
coughed up some more hair. "…I have to go".
He ran out of the shack, his trousers around his ankles and shirt
half torn.
He didn't get more than a few meters before he fell at the feet of a
figure. Seymour covered his head. "Yes, kill me, I couldn't do it, I
couldn't sleep with your daughter, she's just…not my type!"
The figure helped him up, or more likely dragged him up from the
ground. It was Jay Chrysler.
"Oh, Mr Chrysler…" Seymour said embarrassed. "I'm sorry I thought
you were the Gelf chief."
"I guessed so," Said Jay. "You're not very good at this
Ambassadorial stuff are you?"
Seymour frowned. Then changed the subject.
"It was horrible, she gyrated and drooled on me, then I got hair in
my mouth…."
Jay nodded. "And you're going straight back in there to finish it
off!"
"What? Are you mad!"
"Seymour she's your wife, she wants you!"
"Yes, well that's easy for you to say, you have an attractive wife
who's good in bed…" He bit his tongue as he realised he'd said too
much.
Jay was unfortunately aware of Seymour and Alotta's brief fling, and
scowled as the subject was brought up. "Listen, Mr Ambassador!" Jay
said with sarcasm. "If you don't please the Gelf's then we wont get
their help to get back to the `Dwarf and take it back off the
Hymenoptera! So get back in there!!"
He spun Seymour around and pushed him back towards Olga's shack.
Seymour re-entered the shack to see an upset Olga slobbed over/on
the bed. "Hello… erm… darling…." He said.
Then an idea struck him, something he could do to take the pressure
off a bit.
"How about we go on our honeymoon?"
<to be continued….>