Page 26 of Smart@ss Cyborg

Her body turns as solid as rock.

Her brain explodes with activity.

For once, I don’t read it; I wrap my arm around her swollen middle, hold her close, and I shove my pissing organ into what I instinctively know is my target.

My focus narrows instantly. All I’m aware of is our joining. For the first time in my entire lifespan, I experience the feeling of stretching sleep-slickened labia, and revel in the wonder of them tightly clamping over the head of my shaft. Undone, I bare my teeth.

Becky makes a choked gasp, and bent over her, I curse.Oceans below.She feels incredible. Her walls squeeze me even tighter and urge me inside her.

I told her once that my people couple through the sterile and highly refined process of pairing genetic material. There is nothing sterile about what Becky and I are presently engaged in. What I’m doing with her isn’t refined either. Not in the least.

Yet it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever done. Perhaps the most incredible discovery I’ve ever had. I draw back my hips and push forward, sinking an inch deeper. I repeat the motion, retreating and sinking deeper between her legs with each successive thrust. Wet heat greets me, so good I’m forced to close my eyes in bliss.

She's heavenly.

From her throat, I hear a strange throaty sound, and she exhales a ragged, choppy breath.

I grab her hip, and plunge into her deep.

“Ah!” she cries, her hand flying back and slapping down on my thigh as my body forces itself tight to hers. And for some reason, her little squeak of sound heightens my pleasure. With starved movements, I begin to chase more noises out of her, riding her hard as I dare.

The tadpole is being rocked inside its watersack. Thankfully, it lulls with our every lusty motion.

My thrusts speed up, the pneumatics in my knees making soft puffing sounds. As pleasure blinds me, my thrusts turn shallow.

I explode inside her.

That’s the only way to explain the experience of ejaculation.

My grip on her hip goes slack, my hand slipping over her front—and my thumb bumps something that causes Becky to bark a word and buck.

Panting into her neck where my chin is pinning her, curious, brain clearing slightly, I brush my thumb over her again—and she emits a choked squeak and jumps under my touch.

Still hard inside her, I spear forward as I brush her again, with purpose. I’ve read about human mating habits. It was fascinating and grotesque for the most part—but one subject that intrigued me was the female sexual response, which is mostly activated by a small penile-like organ devoted entirely to the female’s pleasure.

My fingers nudge under the fat lip of Becky’s mons, pinching gently—

She squeaks and twitches hard.There it is.

I drag my tongue over her neck, tasting the lightest sheen of sweat as I roll and press and rub along the sides and top of her organ. I watch the side of her face, nudging my nose behind her ear, heaving my excited breaths into it.

She shivers in reaction. As my fingers work, she keeps her eyes squeezed shut, and bites her lip and whimpers and whimpers, growing louder and breathier, her body coiling under me—until she yelps and goes dead still.

Inside her brain, however, her activity turns into a supernova.

Her thighs quiver hard, and her whole body starts to shake.

She likely experiences other beautiful reactions—but I’m dumbstruck when her inner walls begin to rhythmicallymilkmy pissing organ.

It should be disturbing.

But it’samazing.

My hips bang against her backside as I thrust into her hard enough to bring my breeding sac smacking into her wet flesh, the sound as exciting as the scent of our mingled arousal. Adeptly she wrings another explosion of Yonderin seed out of me with her inner ministrations.

My hips move slower and slower until they cease their insistent pumping into her. Even so, I hold onto her tightly, unable to let her go.

“You’re amazing,” I tell her, breathless.

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