Short Stories
Stories with pics SciFi / Futureworld Erotica
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Published:
10 / 2006
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SYNOPSIS
Somebody with a grudge has stranded Sanoon on a remote primitive planet, and our space age heroine has to quickly learn how to survive.
Luckily she meets a tribe of naked savages who take an instant liking for our sexy traveler. Just when things are getting cozy the slave trading Hoormen arrive and threaten Sanoon’s only way off the planet.
One of a series of novellas in which Sanoon herself relates her entire erotic career, giving the lowdown on her sexual conquests, amazing adventures and narrow escapes.
Available in both illustrated and text only formats.
EXTRACT
Our interlude was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of another of
the males, this time the leader type: old Scar Chest. It was obvious
what he had in mind as he threw down the two spears he was carrying
and advanced with his prick held high.
As the woman turned about to offer her rump to him, I scrambled to
my feet and quickly got between them, presenting myself in her place.
“C’mon,” I said. “It’s free. Free fuck, free fuck.”
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, during which time the female
made a series of short sharp grunts, then he grabbed my hips in both
his hands and tried to push me to the ground.
“No you don’t. buster,” I said over my shoulder, whilst turning and
dropping to the floor and lying on my back with my legs apart, giving
him a great view of the target area. “Let’s try it this way for once
shall we.”
I motioned him down with my hands. “Fuck me,” I repeated. “Fuck,
fuck, fuck me.”
At first he didn’t seem to know what to do, but then fell to his
knees between my legs and began to sniff me from my breasts down to my
groin. I hauled him down towards me. I wasn’t expecting to be
ravished, or even given any sort of preliminary warming up. I’d seen
his crew in action and they had been heavily into short and sweet in a
big way and I doubted if Scar would turn out to be any different. His
erect prong, held at an exceedingly high angle now, brushed my pubic
mound with its smooth underside, and his narrowed eyes tracked down my
chest. I lifted my bottom and his prick caught in my groin and
quickly snuggled its way into me. It was an admirably hefty prong,
and I couldn’t help wondering how it must have felt to be suspended
erect all the time. It seemed an odd variation I hadn’t come across
before. He began to pump away, his prong slipping in and out of me
too rapidly for my liking, but this particular coupling, I had to
remind myself, wasn’t for my enjoyment.
He came with a grunt and a hot flow inside me I could feel. I
wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, I even
attempted to kiss him, but he was already done with me and broke free
with a shrug and got to his feet, turned, and strolled casually back
down to the edge of the pool without a backward glance.
The woman was actually grinning at me.
“That was fun,” I said in answer to her grunting. “I think that
calls for a swim.”
Together we ran down to the pool where we dived in and began to
splash about like a couple of kids. Later we lay baking on a flat
rock while the hot sun dried us then dried us.
