incredible pleasure.
“My... !!!”
All she can do is scream. Her voice drowns
out his strikes. It draws off all of the sound from the room and
brings it to one final peak. Nothing can defy it. Not anything,
but...
“Are you alright, Ms. Harris?”
Is she alight?
Jerking her head up and smiling as she howls
her reply, she cries “YES!” and cums.
From the moment it hits it is like a wave
that has no end. It flies through her at a pace that is
unbelievable. The floor falls away and her eyes slip back into her
head so that darkness comes.
When she awakens she is on the bed and he is
still entering her. Apparently he does know what this is for
because he has her pinned under him as has large, sweaty, muscular
body shifts and thrashes and jams into her. His weight is huge, but
he holds himself up on one powerful hand. She feels so small as to
nearly be like a small animal trapped under a large predator
(perhaps what this is when she considers it) who is in the midst of
mauling her.
It is violent, this thing called sex. Her
body takes his manhood and bears the heat of it with the certainty
that these things cannot last. A woman was not made for this kind
of treatment and neither was the bed. It snaps down the middle and
falls inwards. Yet, still he does not stop.
“Harder!” she whines.
He gives it to her and she loses herself in
him until the very moment that the final strike of his hips comes
and a great cry exits his lips
The semen that he fills her with is potent.
She can smell the difference immediately. This is raw and ready man
juice and it is working its way up to her womb.
For a time she forgets protocol (some
silliness about her putting her legs up over her head to aid the
sperms' entry) and lies with him. Sucking in his flavor, noting the
difference between him and the feminine men of her time. This man –
and what a man! – has the scent of power and strength. Her baby, if
she is given the gift of one, will have this too.
Her eyes turn to his and accept his
sacrifice. The clones do not last long, but if she is to consider
that this is his end then what a glorious one it was!
A single kiss lands on his cheek. She didn't
mean to give it, but once it was given she knows that it is
right.
Karen stands and leaves through the
appropriate door. A woman and a man who have just spent time are no
longer together. It is as it should be. He, the one in the room
resting, has just saved the world. His world, our world, the world.
A greater sacrifice than many make in their lives and something
well suited to a man of older, harder times. His victory.
MINNY'S BIG DAY OFF: Filthy
In The Park
Sophie Sin's Classics
#8
This is a part of Sophie
Sin's Classics and, therefore, one of Sophie's older
books.
A Day In The Park
When a girl has a day off, she has a day off. When a
sex witch has a day off, well... work and play get a little mixed
up at times.
Today is April 29 and Minny has decided that she
would go to the park and enjoy a bit of sightseeing. She had pretty
much seen everything in the human world that there was to see, but
she liked to go and look at the couples in the park and fantasize
about romance and love and things like that.
She found herself sitting on a park bench, enjoying
the sun on her naked skin. She bet that if anybody could actually
see her that all eyes would have been looking in her direction
considering how sexy she had been looking recently.
She watched a young couple sitting over on the grass
verge talking quietly to each other. The situation had unfolded
only an hour ago and she had been watching them to see what would
happen next. The young woman had rejected his kiss and the man had
been trying to convince her of the error of her ways for a very
long time now.
She wondered if the boy would perhaps rally his
forces and do the appropriate thing by convincing the young woman
to give him the passionate love that he so clearly desired.
She started to rub herself slowly down