"Baby, I KNOW you want me, and I KNOW we make love, and it's sweet and it's gentle and for the most part, satisfying." For the MOST part?" she replied..., taken aback.I took a really deep breath. Now I had to be honest or forget about my desires. I really, really didn't want to fuck this up. I love her, a lot. "Yes, for the most part." What are you not getting that you want?" she asked."Nasty" I said, breathlessly. "Pornographic, lustful, quadruple X-Rated." I stopped there. I needed to see how. As I licked and sucked on him his hands were busy on my body. His right hand rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger and his left hand was busy on my cunt.I locked my lips around his cock and bobbed my head up and down. After a minute of that Don pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back down on the bed. I spread my legs wide for him and he moved between them and drove his cock into me and started pounding my pussy like he owned it and right then he did. He fucked me hard and fast and in. So I went willingly to meet my mother, catapulted across the sky in a translucent sphere, the zenith of our technology. It was a ship, an orb filled with a living mucus in which I floated. Ailerons on the hull guided my craft through the air ensuring a direct hit. I would enter through her nose, a pair of massive holes on the front of her flat face. I was so tiny in comparison it was almost impossible to miss. But I was blind to all of these things. Operating the craft was not my job. I was. "Oh--GOD!" I heard Robert saying. "This sort of hurts, but it also feels SO GOOD, TOO!" You want to stop?" I inquired."No," came his immediate reply. "I want you to keep fucking me. I love this!" Good," I replied, "because I OWN your boy-pussy now! Every last FUCKING inch of it! You hear me?" Oh, yes," he responded unhesitatingly. "Don't stop!"Eventually, I milked Robert of a size-able quantity of sperm, but it didn't come out in the usual way, in a series of dramatic spurts; but in dribbles.