by Katie Vieceli
"You're a sweetie for doing this, Giles," Willow said, quickly exiting the library. Cordelia laid her hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, Giles...but do you think maybe you could hurry it up? We have to have it by 1:37 exactly, Giles. That's the latest we can leave here, and it needs to be fresh...."
Giles looked up, his breathing labored as he continued to pump his cock furiously. "Well...I'm....umm, oh, that's nice....trying as hard as I can."
"Do you like, need any help or anything?" Cordelia made a face. "Cause, well, it's been a while since I did anything heterosexual, but I'm sure it's just like riding a bike!"
"No...no...I'll manage." His back arched fiercely and he let out a strangled moan.
"Five minutes, Giles...five minutes.." Giles shouted and climaxed, making sure he came into the small measuring cup Willow had given to him.
Cordelia beamed and held out a paper bag, into which Giles hastily placed the cup. "Thanks sooo much, Giles! Give our best to Wesley!" And with that, she sprinted out of the room, carrying several million distinguished British sperm in a small bag.
