Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale

The powerful new being rolled over, pinning Ronald to the bed. Straddling the handsome slave, she gripped his cock and guided it to her pussy. "Ahhhhhhhh," she sighed as she felt it slide home in her wet sheath. Tears of joy once again ran down her cheeks as she sat there, feeling that special fullness that all women feel when they have a hard, living, cock throbbing inside of them. Ronald, who had been briefed on Ali's situation, waited patiently for the emotional squall to pass, gently flexing his cock to keep bringing pleasure to this new goddess that he was born to serve. The moment passed; Ali's tears stopped; and a new look of pure, unadulterated lust came over her face; a face that was now so fierce that it would have brought a pang of fear into the heart of the toughest mugger in the park.

Ronald knew what to expect, however, and braced himself for a rough ride. Ali leaned forward, kissing Ronald on the mouth, but now the kiss was that of a warrior claiming what warriors the world over have claimed after victorious battles. It was a hard kiss, a kiss of deep passion and overriding lust. At the same time, her hips began to move in the ancient rhythm of procreation. Up and down she moved her hips, sheathing and unsheathing the fleshy sword that pierced her innards so pleasurably; feeling its surface drag across her clit on each stroke.

A low moan escaped her lips, and continued, its pitch rising with her passion, until only dogs (and not all of those) could have heard her. Her wails would have made bats plug their ears, and it went on and on, as years of pent up frustration, fear, and humiliation were swept right out of her life under the wave of her first orgasm as a woman.

Her powerful pussy muscles clamped down hard on the tumescent invader between her legs, gripping it, massaging it, caressing it as her orgasm continued. Her hips squirmed around, seeking to touch every micron of flesh within her against the steely hunk of gristle stabbing her guts.