1. I AM A FUGITIVE FROM ANOTHER GALAXY --3


    Date: 11/28/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    unnecessary. Donald’s strong hands moved up her back, pulling her very close to him, so close that they seemed to be one being, but that would come shortly when they united, cemented together by their love. Donald pulled back slightly, “I know you want to take care of me, but right now what I need is to drive my cock into you.” “So…why are you waiting? C’mon, Donnie I need you inside me. I need you to pound me…hard.” He flipped her over onto her back and slid between her legs. She reached for and found his organ. It was hot to the touch as it pulsed with every heartbeat. She wanted it even more now and pulled it to her slit. Gina raised her legs to accommodate him; he slid easily into her warmth. Locking her legs around his waist, she began to rock, building the friction that would bring them both the ecstasy they so eagerly sought. They moved together slowly at first, but gaining intensity with every thrust. Before long their need won out and they raced to their orgasms. Donald reached there first, spraying Gina’s sensitive cunt with his cream, but he continued pumping her until she caught him, shaking violently as she screamed until she ran out of breath. Donald slid down and rolled onto his back. Gina moved her body onto her lover’s left side, her head resting gently on his chest. She pulled the blanket up over them as she whispered in his ear, “I love you, Donnie.” “I love you more,” he replied, kissing her cheek. She laughed and pinched his cheek before whispering back, ...
    “I know.” She kissed his neck and they fell into a deep, deep sleep. I woke Donald early the following morning. He and Gina used the toilet, brushed their teeth and returned to bed. This was what Gina called a “quickie.” There wasn’t a lot of kissing or touching, just raw animal lust with Gina screaming again when her orgasm overpowered her. Donald just grunted five times as he bathed her womb in his baby juice. They had just enough time to shower together and dress before the staff car picked them up for breakfast. By eight they were in the lab—right in front of the covert surveillance camera. Gina sat off to the side while Donald took his position at the drafting table. There was an ample supply of sharpened pencils and paper as well as the standard drafting tools even though I had advised the military brass that neither would they be needed nor used. Donald would work so fast and in such an exacting way as to negate their need. (READY, DONALD?) (I guess….) (VERY WELL, HERE WE GO.) I placed Donald into a trance and we began work. Donald sketched at incredible speed, first with the general schematic and then with detailed blow-ups of each section. Finally, I had Donald write a list of specifications—thickness, length, composition of the ceramic material, and its temperature tolerances. In space the material would have to withstand tremendous extremes of cold and hot. My calculations showed the ray would generate more than one million degrees Fahrenheit. I stopped Donald at ...
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