If I concentrate I am able to discern one sense of touch from the others. Fingers comb through my hair. A finger traces along my cheek and then explores my lips. I part my lips and it slides inside my mouth making me groan. Hands and fingers explore my shoulders, my back.

Other hands travel up and down my skin, down to my ass, sliding between my cheeks and underneath to the wetness between my legs. I gasp in response. My nipples are hard and I can feel them being rolled underneath a palm. Someone lightly tweaks my left nipple and streak of sensation shoots through me. I ache for someone to take them between their lips but no one does. As suddenly as it started, the touching stops. I can still sense them around me, but no longer touching me.

I am left with a sensation of longing. A different unknown voice whispers they will leave my hands unbound, but only if I touch only myself and make no effort to touch them. I can feel the warmth of body heat directly in front of me. Something velvety, and then wet, touches my cheek. It is a familiar touch. It lightly traces up along my cheek, over the bridge over my nose and then down along the other cheek. With sudden need I turn my head toward it, my lips parting.

A hand firmly grips the top of my head and turns me so that I am again facing forward. Not a word was spoken but the message is clear. The light tracing continues slowly and sensually. I can feel small wet trails along my cheeks, my jaw, even under my chin. The ache I felt earlier of wanting my nipples suckled, has now turned into a need to suckle. With relief the tracing travels toward the center of my face, and I suddenly find my slightly parted lips being touched.

Slowly it traces along my upper lip, and then reverses along my bottom lip. The need to open my mouth and taste is overwhelming, but I know not to be even slightly aggressive. The best I am able to enjoy is a quick lick of my lips when contact is broken for a moment. My tongue recognizes the sensation, the slick wetness, coating my lips as my cheeks earlier recognized the velvety skin.

My right hand drops into my lap, quickly searching between my legs. My fingers are not surprised by what they find. My clit leaps with a tingle as my index finger rubs it in a circular motion. Only a quick touch of my clit, and then my middle finger slides easily into my wetness. The tracing sensation along my lips stops and pressure is felt between them. My lips part obediently and a perverse pleasure overwhelms me as it slides inside. Mmmmmm, yessssss, cock.

My lips instinctively lock behind the ridge as the head fully enters my mouth, not wanting it to escape now that it is where I want it. My tongue briefly explores, discovering little, yet pronounced, bumps lining the ridge of his cock. His cockhead is swollen until the skin is stretched very tight, velvety yet hard. A hand firmly grips the top of my head, limiting my movement.

Then his cock slowly pushes deeper inside and begins to slide in an out. My cheeks hollow as I suck lightly. My tongue explores rapidly, but taking the time to swirl around his cockhead at the end of each out-stroke. A familiar slickness begins to coat my tongue and I moan again. My middle finger slides out of my wetness. Joining my index finger, they trap my swollen clit between them. My fingers begin massaging my trapped clit as they move in a rhythmic circle.

I moan at the pleasure my fingers are creating. I briefly wonder who is in the room. My mind briefly escapes my body and I look down upon myself. Blindfolded, naked, a handful of men are watching as one man slides his cock in and out of my mouth, his hand still controlling my head. Do they see the enrapture I see upon my face? I feel deliciously helpless and controlled as he increases the speed of the thrusts of his cock into my mouth.

I can hear his breathing becoming ragged. My fingers match his pace as they continue to massage my clit in a circular motion. He begins going faster and faster, becoming slightly more aggressive, but knowing to stop just short of obstructing. I hear him groan, then myself. Then … erotic warmth floods my mouth. My senses are on overload as his taste and smell arouse me. Hungrily I swallow what is in my mouth, and I am not disappointed as his cock throbs and floods my mouth again. I hear moans from others around us, watching us. Are they just watching?

Are they stroking? Are they waiting? Do they know how much I am enjoying, that my mouth is awash with his slickness. And as I swallow again, it is too much and my fingers carry my body over the edge. I nurse hungrily on his cock, drawing out the last bits of his nectar.

His cock slides out of my mouth as I stay on my knees. My lips are parted as my middle finger again slides into the middle of my orgasm. My breathing is jagged; my body racked by small spastic convulsions as his taste and texture still permeates my mouth. Even as I slowly recover, I again feeling a sensation along my lips, followed by slight pressure. Ohgodyes … as my fingers return to my clit and another cock slides inside my mouth. … and as I wake, my last dreamlike thought … how many hands did I feel?

A very very tall, handsome man lay on the white fur rug in front of  the hot glowing fire.  He lay flat on his back, with a glass of  red, claret perhaps, behind his head on the floor.  His arms were  placed nonchalantly under his head.  He seemed relaxed but his body  read another story.  He gazed at something unseen, unknown from the  Huntress and he smiled at that something.  His smile lighted his  whole face and his eyes were mirrors of desire.  His manhood was  large, hard and erect amidst the dark wolf hair at its base.  He  said something to the distance and laughed, but of course the  Huntress could not hear what he said.  He stirred something deep  and animal within her.  Would she be safe here?  The Huntress let 
go of her coat, the wind blew it away from her tall lithe frame to  reveal her beautiful skin. Wild feremones made her glow, she nearly  shone in the moonlight.
 
A golden skinned woman walked in nakedness towards the handsome man  who lay on the white fur rug.  Her limbs were long and fine like  the Huntress.  They were mirror images of each other.  One dark and  feral, The Huntress, one gold and refined, The Goddess. The golden  haired goddess laughed at the man and lowered herself slowly onto  his face so that her sex hovered over his face and the Huntress  keened slowly and low in the dark,  a low feral sound as she saw  the golden haired one lower her sex onto the mans tongue which  darted up between her the Goddess’s legs to her wet hot cunt,  like  a dog licking a wound. The golden haired woman threw back her head,  one hand curled in his dark hair and the other hand squeezed the  nipple of her right breast.  She moved her cunt rhythmically over  his tongue and the Huntress saw the woman let go of her right  nipple and move her hand behind her to grasp the mans hard, erect  cock. Slowly the Goddess squeezed her palm up and down the man’s 
hard shaft and pumped the air while the Goddess rode  his face like  she was riding a bucking mustang.
 
The Huntress pressed her naked hard breasts up agains the cold hard rough wood of the cabin, she was beside herself.  A low gutteral,  wild growl sounded very close behind her, she wanted to turn to the  dark, but the Huntress’s eyes were fixed on the scene in front of  her.  She was transfixed. Her cunt dripped wet down her inner  thigh, her feet turned blue in the snow.  The wind blew her hair  wildly about her hungry eyes, the growl came closer………………………………....  Softly, softly, fog moved in the air in front of her face.  The  wild had found her, he licked her feet made them warm, ran his  tongue up her calf, to the soft of the back of her leg behind her  knee, she felt the wolf’s  warm breath rise steadily up between her  legs……..was he her wolf? She wanted so desperately, desperately.   Would it matter at this point. Would it?
 

MAGIE KOMMT NUR ZU IHNEN IN IHREN TRÄUMEN………………..
 
 
“Stoppen Sie nicht.  Bitte, bitte, bitte.” Flüsterte Das Huntress.
 
The Huntress moved her left hand behind her back, ran her fingers  through his thick hair, not fur, he was hers for the moment. Only a  man. He ran his warm tongue up her inner thigh to her gorgeous wet  silky clit, she shivered with the eroticism of it all, cold  forgotten.  He ran his hot tongue back and forth over her clit,  slid his tongue into her cunt slowly, slowly. She moaned a slow  evocative sound through her lips, the air fogged around the man’s  hot mouth as she crouched lower over his face.   She threw her head  back, and whispered, “Nehmen Sie mich jetzt, hier in der Kälte,  hier im wilden, ich brennen oben für Sie. Bitte, bitte, bitte.” 

She turned around to face him, forgotten the scene inside. Not once  leaving his tongue.  He stopped for a moment, crouched on the  ground like a wild animal, his eyes shining gold in the dark, he  looked hungrily up at her. He was her wolf.  The one she called to  in the wild.  The one she left her scent for.  He ran his hands  possessively up and down her thighs, licked her sex again. Growled  deep in his throat, “Ich bin für Sie so hungrig”.
 
He buried his face in her cunt.  She pulled him up to her, he was  very very tall, overpowering, well built, she pressed her warm hard  breasts into his chest, moved her hands over his well toned arse,  dug her fingers firmly into it pulled him into her, felt his hard  on against her smooth cunt. The Huntress looked into his eyes, they  were feral, she was afraid of him but compelled to move in closer  to his face, ran her lips softly over his, took her tongue, licked 
his lips whisper soft with her tongue, ran it into his mouth slowly  found his tongue with hers, groaned her nipples hardening, his hot  hard cock moved of it’s own accord between her legs, sliding over  her warm wet cunt, no penetration. She took her mouth away from his  tongue, licked his neck, sucked gently.  He lifted her in his arms,  “You are cold,” he said, “let me take you inside. Nothing to be  afraid of, I will watch over you.”
 
“Dieses ist mein Traum mein Wolf. Ich möchte nicht noch aufwecken,”  the Huntress whispered in his ear, licked his neck.
 
Her wolf opened the door, the golden light poured out into the dark  with its warmth, they moved inside. Sanctuary.  The door closed and  all was dark in the wild again.  An owl hooted and a  low growl  sounded in the space between the dark of the trees.  He was still  watching.  He waited for her. In the wild. 
 

BINDEN SIE DEN KNOTEN
 
“This is my dream my wolf” the Huntress whispered in his ear,  licked his neck, “This is my dream, that I do not want to wake up  from.  From my dreams come magic.”
 
The gorgeous wolf-stranger carried the Huntress into the warmth of  the cottage and lay her gently next to the fire.  The handsome man  and the golden haired Goddess had finished with each other long  ago.  The Goddess rose up and moved over to the Huntress, knelt  down next to her, placed her lips on the Huntress‘s lips, slid her  tongue into the beautiful auburn haired one‘s cold mouth, kissed  her long and hard, warmed her while the two men watched on. Their 
manhood rising harder by the second.  The two women had stirred  something feral and deeply savage in the two men.  They moved  closer to the women and watched with heat and facsination.

 “Only I know how to breath warmth back into you mein liebschen,”  she whispered as her pale pink nipples hardened, she ran her soft  hands over the Huntress’s luminescent skin, moved her tongue down  the Huntress’s chest took the Huntress’s breast softly in her  mouth, sucked like she was drinking nectar, flicked her tongue  around the nipple, moved her mouth down the Huntress’s torso, the  Huntress was warm and awake now. The fire roared, but it was not  the fire in the ornate fireplace, it was the fire of lust in each  women’s hunger to sexually devour the other.  The Huntress sat up,  pushed the Golden haired one onto her back, their bodies were  emanating a burning heat now not only from the fire, but what was  stirring inside their cunts.  The Huntress, the survivor, took  control, lowered her sex onto the hot wet ruby red tongue of her  mirror image, watched the eyes of  her silver wolf, he was very  hungry. Looked over her shoulder at the dark haired handsome man,  his eyes glowed something darker, something wild, which frightened  and excited the Huntress.  He would be the waiter, the watcher.   She had a use for him.  She did not know him.  But they had the same wildness about them.
 
The Huntress moved her body so that she could taste the other woman’s juices, moved her clit back and forth rhythmically over the  Goddess’s face. “So good, feels so good.  Ooooh,” she moaned.  “You  are what I need now, let me fuck you with my tongue my Golden  haired one. Don‘t stop, please don‘t stop”.   The other woman heard  her, spread her legs wider whilst she lay on her back.  The men  moved their hands to their hard erect cocks.  They could not help 
themselves now.  Magic was about to begin.
 
The other woman’s clit was salty, the Huntress licked it thoroughly  and darted her tongue into the opening of the Goddess’s slit, she  could not go all the way, the position hindered that, but it was  enough for the golden haired one, who’s hips circled and circled  the Huntress’s wet glistening face.  The Huntress smelled of the  Goddess and the Goddess smelled of the Huntress.  Their bodies  glistened in front of the fire, scent out feremones to the two men  who moved about the women restlessly.  The Huntress slid her finger  gently into the Goddess’s slit, continued to lick the Goddess’s  clit ravenously, while she revelled in her own ecstasy the other  woman’s tongue was sending her wild.  She could not stop herself  from rubbing her clit hard and violently over the woman’s face.  

She needed to feel something harder than that tongue.  Silver wolf moved over to the Huntress who’s beautiful pale arse moved back and  forth over the Goddess’s face.   He grabbed the Huntress’s slim  waist and while the other woman licked her clit thoroughly, he took  what he was hungry for and slid his hot-hard deep into the  Huntress’s lava like cunt, banged her deep, held onto her hips  pushed her hips back and forth onto his cock rhythmically - really  there was no need for the grasping of hips, the Huntress had  crossed the threshold of ecstasy and moaned loudly as she lifter  her head from the golden haired woman’s sex, threw back her auburn  hair and banged her cunt violent back onto silver wolf’s hot hard,  took his hand away from her hip, placed his fingers in her mouth sucked violently on them as she came. “OHHHHHH”, she moaned out.   Silver was glistening sweat, the other woman slid under their  bodies and took silver wolf’s balls softly in her mouth, sucked  gently on them, while Silver continued to plunge deeper into the Huntress’s cunt, golden haired slid her finger into his arse.  The  pressure was pure ecstasy and the waves of intense climax rose from  his balls all the way up his body through his gut to his throat, he  let out a long, dark, feral moan, withdrew from the Huntress’s  cunt, let the Golden Hair’d one take his hard pulsating cock in her  mouth, she swallowed the hot cum he shot forth.

The Dark haired stranger moved forward with the soft  rope…………………………..he was tired of watching.
 
 
To be continued......................

Instead I headed to Hawaii and the South Pacific, but along the way things changed.  My private jet went down about three miles off the shore of a very remote island.  Uninhabited Island I should say, and the pilot was lost in the crash, as was the director of the company that was flying with me.  This was suppose to be an incentive flight to paradise and in the hopes that perks like these would attract me to work for them.  As I struggled to swim to shore I watched it sink into the deep blue along with my previous life.

I fought the tidal waves that rocked the shoreline to swim in and as I made land, I passed out.  When I awoke it was night and not a light anywhere except the stars.  I stumbled to my feet and found myself in total disarray.  My blouse was torn open and worthless to me, and my short pants were torn on the left side.  I was bare foot and the wet sand squished between my toes.  All I had was gone and I could find nothing in the dark, so I felt my way up to the edge of the sand until I could see a little better in the dark.  They say your eyes adapt and they are right, the dim starlight began to allow me to see forms and shapes of trees and I made my way under two bent palm tress and collapsed crying.  I fell asleep sometime later from fatigue and awoke the next day at sunrise.  If I had planned the trip it would have been paradise.  The golden sun and slightly red parched sky going to blue purple and then black was a masterful piece of art.  The serene gentle breeze through the air and the waving leaves of the palm above me were perfect, except that I had no food, clothes or drinking water.  I began to search the coastline and then scout around the beach area and suddenly by luck I found an emergency kit from the jet and some other items bobbing up and down in the lagoon that I had washed ashore in.  I made my way to them and found a medical kit, a survival kit and my suitcase.  There were also some finned visitors just a few yards away and I recognized them and quickly got out of the water, as two hammerhead sharks approached me.  I got the supplies to shore and found some canned meats in the survival kit along with peaches, corn and beans. Two bottles of drinking water and a blanket along with a plastic map of the pacific, all secured inside this backpack in my hands.  There was a flashlight, two flares, a box of wooden matches and bottle of fluid and an old timer lighter.  The multi blade knife wasn’t big but the blades were sharp, as was the small hatchet.  Then I found a loaded 38 and a box of bullets.  There was a compass and some weird little gadget that looked like a protractor and some pencils and an unopened small pad of notes.  The medical kit had bandages, creams and ointments and a few dozen packs of aspirin.  Just the basics for a cut or headache and one big surprise a bottle of vodka and another on of hydrogen peroxide.  I opened the vodka and swallowed half the pint before I knew it.  Then I opened a can of the meat and lapped it up and sat back under the trees with my haul until I realized I needed to get some clothes on.  I opened my case and found almost of them were wet as could be and filled with sand.  I found a tank top and a black pair of silk boxers and stripped myself and put my rags in the case and then placed the new ones on.  I also had a pair of flip flops in the case and quickly covered my bare feet.  Then I pulled the bags all together and drifted off to sleep on the beach on top of them.

I awoke late afternoon and the sun now behind me and began to get bold enough to look for real shelter.  I also knew I needed to find some firewood and most of all drinking water.  I wondered up the trails that were open areas between the palms and then along a small ridge until I heard water rolling along in a stream.  I followed the sound and happened upon a small fresh water inlet that was bubbling along and not more than two feet deep and crystal clear.  I flopped into it and drank and played in it as I rejoiced at my good luck for a change.  Then I began to look for shelter and just on the other side of the stream was the oddest looking thing I could imagine.  It was shrouded in jungle floral and vines and plants but it looked like a silver wing.  I went over to it and found the remains of an old bomber that had crashed there many years ago.  I nosed around inside and used a palm branch to clear away the cobwebs and found it empty and bare, but also a perfect shelter.  No holes in the top of it and an area big enough to sleep in.

I went back to the lagoon and carried all my supplies up to the wreckage and before the darkness set in I had moved it all inside and also found enough wood for a small fire.  Then as the night closed in I secured myself in the blanket and fell asleep.  After eating the canned peaches and drinking some of the fresh water I ventured out into the unknown once more and made my way along the ridge until I came to sharp overlook spot near the summit of the island.  The brisk wind began to swirl around me and as I looked out over the land, I could see nothing but trees and water.  On all sides of this island there were no other signs of life.  I had heard birds and see a couple of wild boars along my way, but nothing else lived here, but me.  I found and recognized some native plants that were edible from the pamphlet in the survival kit and gathered them up using my tank top as a grocery bag.

Now if you had told me a week earlier that I would be topless, picking berries and herbs and alone on a desert island I would have laughed, yet here I was.  The sun beat down on my skin, and I had no problems with that as I was already tanned.  It felt good and natural and seeing that I no one to hide myself from, I dropped my shorts at the camp and then scampered around looking for wood in the puff.  Along about the midday I got horny, and feeling quite pleasant to the touch I began to fondle myself and finger my pussy as I fantasized about being taken by one of the men who had tried so many times.  Then suddenly I started shuttering madly as my climax arrived in a way not like any before.  I yelled loudly and cried out so sharply that the birds hushed and flew away.  Then panting and moaning I realized how god you could feel if you just let go for a moment.  I went back to my camp and made a dinner of the things I had gathered and I used the hatchet to open and extract the milk of a coconut for my meal.  Then afterwards I built my fore at sundown and settled in my little nook for the night.  Day after day I survived this way and week after week.  No one but myself to talk to or share anything with, most notably my body, as almost every day I masturbated for hours in the warm sun or the cool water.  Then one day while out scouting I happened upon an old cave and went inside to examine it.  I found that once someone else had been marooned here and they left a book and some things I needed.  There was an axe, two old wooden tables not well made but still in good shape.  A hammock made from a parachute and a homemade rock stove in the cave.  Along with a way to get water from the lower parts fresh using a bucket on a pulley.  There were at least nine or ten thick blankets on what appeared to be a stone bed.  Then I found some interesting carved toys, dildos.  And one of a woman or at least her torso. 

I moved my camp to this remote area and set up shop here as I found it was easy to build a fire and kept it going using the oil that was in the drum the previous occupant had pulled in here.  It took very little wood to build one and the oil kept it burning longer and stronger.  I found a case of big wooden boat oars and a few small ones, so this must be the people from the plane I had found.  Then as I read his diary, it was clear it was the pilot who survived and was marooned here.  He buried the other three men behind the wreckage and then found this cave a few days later.  He recorded everything and some very interesting kinky dreams, hence the hand carved dildos.  I think he was normal at first but went gay after his only meeting with another person, a male native who was stranded here with him during a typhoon.  They couldn’t really speak but according to the entries the man was seduced by the native and was more his woman than a man afterwards.  The last entry spoke of the pair of them building a raft and heading towards the sun.  It sounded really strange but it said, “Open seas for three days lead to the paradise for me.  We only have to make it past the rip tides and then we can drift home.  We can do it if we swim out then paddle off.”

I had no understanding of this at all, but after a few more weeks I began to accept my fate and enjoy it.  I started to go out in a storm one morning to play around in it, I was nude and horny and as I walked out the wind blew harder and the rain poured down.  I placed my naked body over three very smooth hard stones and spread my legs up and open and allowed the water to beat upon my flesh.  It was truly awesome to be naked as the lightening flashed around me and the hard rains poured down on me.  The pelting of my inner folds brought me to a squirting frenzy orgasm and then as I remained there finger my clit and squeezing my boobs something wonderful happened to me.  A small snake, the non poison kind slithered out of his flooding hideaway and into my uncontrollable pussy.  I was watching it happen and unlike any other time in my life when I would have fled screaming instead I screamed for it to stay in there.  I cupped my hand over the bottom portion and held it inside me as I felt it coil and recoil inside me.  I was creaming so much that I almost flooded it out of me.  The large heavy rain hitting my breast and nipples and upper clit and the snake rolling inside me sent me into a panicked climax that only ended long after the storm had ebbed to a drizzle. 

Still keeping my slithering lover inside me I hurried raced to the cave and found an old coffee can and slid it out and held it in the can.  It was eerie and weird but over the next few weeks I came to fall in love with this bright green little reptile.  It wasn’t trained by any means but I somehow managed to help train it, and soon at the end of each day, it would sleep inside me safely and give me the most erotic crazy sex and fantasy ever. 

I began to rely on its feeling and touch and one day when I couldn’t find my green lover I cried for hours and panicked over the fact it may have left me.  That entire day I wasted away until late that night it came home and coiled up inside my pussy once more.

A few years had passed by now since my arrival.  I had managed to keep track of time somewhat by marking the walls with lines and I counted 975 days in the cave and figuring I spent two months in the plane I had been there well over 3 years total.  In that time I learned to fish in the lagoon for crab and small fish.  Eat coconuts and herbs and berries and occasionally when luck was with me, I could knock a passing bird from a palm tree with a home made sling shot, my old bra that I had long since stop wearing.  Now my hair had grown long in the back and was tied with old shoe laces I found in my suitcase.  My pussy hair was a jungle as were my legs until I found by luck the man’s razor that had dwelled in the cave before me.  It was wedged between two rocks near the stone bed.  I used it and shaved away the hair from my legs and pussy and sharpened regularly on the lava stones in the mouth of the cave.  Totally emerged in my current struggle for sanity and survival I forgot about the other world.  I instead began to enjoy myself here and the feeling of my green friend, the wooden toys and my own fingers.  Then late one day, just before sundown I happened upon body floating in the water.  The man was dead and his face bloated badly by the sea.  I had not seen or heard neither a boat passing nor a plane overhead for almost a month.  I had no ideal how he got there but I pulled him inland and buried him for it was the right thing to do.  Then as I went on down the shore I found wreckage of a small plane that was being washed up.  Torn clothes and cushions and a box and some bottles.  Then luck was with me and I found his companion alive and unconscious.  She was older than I was by some years.  Her dress was torn and her arm badly bruised and cut.  I helped her to wake up and as I held her I realized I was naked.  She did too instantly and cried out, “Where am I and where is Stan?”

It took me almost two days to explain it all to her as my voice had been use to whispering to me only.  I took her to his grave when she was stronger and she wept uncontrollably for weeks afterwards.  In that time I found some crates that washed up and she filled me in on what they were and what happened to them.  Her name was Irene, 45, a former flight instructor from the main lands.  She was traveling around the world when her plane was struck by a flock of gulls.  The engine died and they nose dived down into the sea.  Her husband tied his vest to hers to keep her afloat and then he disappeared in the rip tides.  She managed to make it to the shore.  She was flying them to a small island resort that was only an hour by plane from this desolate place as she called it when the accident occurred.  We started to go through the crates and found a couple of phones but they were damaged by the water and worthless.  Then we found a satellite phone that worked.  She managed to make contact with someone on the island and using the map I had determined about where we were.  After a long drawn out debate between them, they agreed that in two days they would be able to find us.  So we went out and built a signal fire on the crest of the tallest ridge and waited to light it until the rescue teams were near.  That night we sat back and had a party.  The two of us danced in the moonlight, me still naked and Irene semi naked, as she was so glad that we would be found soon.  By the time she calmed down my inner feelings were mixed, I wanted to go but I also had grown very fond of my island prison.  I almost wanted to stay here.  Then Irene convinced me, she swept me in her arms and began to kiss me and as we kissed she told me, “I am very bisexual and very much a horny old woman.  When I saw you the first day I wanted you now I am going to take you.”

It took her almost three hours of her persuasive ways to get me in her spell, but after a long moaning climax and a bustling fondling time, I began to see her point.  She wanted to go home and she wanted me to go with her.

The rescue took place the next afternoon and soon I was whisked away to be shown on all the news shows and talk shows.  I was famous and better still I was beautiful as Irene paid to have me enhanced and toned up all over.  She moved me into her house in the country and we lived there for the next few years, until I grew tired of being sought after and pawed over by her friends.  She had basically turned me into her little bitch.  I was no more than a sexual plaything for her at best and a way to get more fame and money for herself.  Not to mentioned she used me to lure other women to her bed and then shared me with them for her own gain.

So I packed up one night and now nearly 40 myself, I headed across the sea once more.  I made two stops just short of my now well known island retreat.  Then I landed on it with a small boat that I purchased with my royalties and fame and docked it near the cave.  I carried up the nine cases of supplies and the three duffel bags of things I might needed and then I returned and freed the boat to the call of the sea.  It was pulled out quickly and smashed by the undertow that ruled the edge of the island and then as it fell away, so did my clothes.  I stripped naked and retreated to my little rock home and there I made myself at home once more.

If you ask me why I came back, it was to enjoy myself fully for the first time since I was rescued.  I thought that someone else could make me happy, but I was wrong and when I found out the truth I returned here.  Here is where I am and want to be alone.  Well at least here and alone with my pet Boa I called Winnie.  The two dozen or so toys I brought also help as well.

 

 

 

“Oh, you ain’t seen the best yet” she said. Christina then slid down the bed and licked Todd’s penis which had momentarily gone limp. She wrapped her lips around his semi as she began sucking his cock. Blowing more and more life into his member, Christina suddenly got up and………..got dressed.

“I’ll leave you in safe hands” said Christina as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. And with this she left the house, winking at him through the window.

 

Todd laughed to himself as he started to dress. Suddenly there was a ring at the door.

Though only in his boxers, Todd went to the door and opened it…..

 

……There stood the sexy girl group, Girls Aloud. The ladies were wearing tight fitting white blouses and short black skirts with high heels & suspenders that exposed their sexy thighs. Everything about them read sex.

 

“Well aren’t you going to let us in” said Cheryl. He waved them in.

Cheryl was Todd’s favourite. Though controversial, he knew there wasn’t a man in the country who didn’t want to fuck her. The kind you would cheat on your woman with, every time. Even if she walked in on you, you would carry on fucking Cheryl in front of her face.

 

With increased confidence he asked the girls; “So how do you like it?”

The girls looked shocked. Sarah put her finger against his lips; “We’ll always get what WE want.”

 

The girls shoved Todd onto the bed and ripped his boxers off to reveal his fully erect ten inch penis. Cheryl pulled off her underwear and still otherwise fully clothed, jumped on his dick and started riding him.

 

Sarah unbuttoned the top of her blouse, undid her bra and placed her large breasts over his face; Todd suckled them as Cheryl rode his cock. Nadine took off her suspenders and slid her sexy legs across his face, before straddling his face. Todd grabbed her heavenly thighs before sinking his tongue into her snatch.

 

Kimberley tenderly kissed his body all over, while Nicola licked his balls, with Cheryl in motion above her.

 

Now he might have already come three times but this was too much and with Cheryl’s shaven pussy grinding down on his cock three more times, Todd came firing his hot spunk inside Cheryl.

 

The girls fought to lick the cum off his throbbing cock.

Todd grabbed Nadine and throwing her to the bed he started fucking her hard. Cheryl came round and started kissing the Irish sex bomb as she got screwed.

 

Sarah grappled his back as he ground into the beauty. Meanwhile Cheryl and Kimberley lay back on the bed encouraging Todd to fuck three of them at the same time…..and he did just that. Giving each ten good thrusts in turn, he slammed his dick into Nadine, Cheryl and Kimberley.

 

The pop beauties moaned in pleasure as the one man satisfied their carnal desires. He fucked Cheryl the hardest, knowing she was cheating on her fiancé. Nicola embraced the girls as they got the break from his dick, with Sarah continuing to grapple his back.

 

Feeling the cum rising again, Todd withdrew and rammed his penis into Nadine’s mouth before coming with force, the sexy star nearly choking on his cum.

 

As the only two girls who hadn’t had Todd inside them, he firstly encouraged Nicola forward who looked a lot sexier these days and then shook the feisty Sarah off his back.

 

Todd screwed the babes in turn in the wheelbarrow position as Cheryl licked his dick and balls and Nadine kissed his shoulders and rubbed his body.

He fucked Sarah hard making her scream, the sweat pouring off her horny body. Nicola begged him to go easy on her but he ignored their pleas as Kimberley kissed him.

 

Suddenly Todd pulled the filthy Cheryl’s face towards his cock. He forced her head onto his cock against her will, pulling her pretty face on and off him but she got the picture and started sucking.

 

Pushing her away he carried on fucking Sarah and Nicola as before until he felt ready to explode.

Ordering the all the girls except Nicola to lie around in a circle on the floor he slid his cock into her four more times before withdrawing and shooting his cum all over the five sex goddesses; their hair, faces and bodies drenched in wave after wave of creamy spunk.

 

Todd fell back after his sixth climax as the girls jumped him, smearing his own cum over him and Christina’s floor and furniture. The lusty six kissed and cuddled after a marathon session of sex.

 

 

One of my favorite exhibitions took place in a city north of where we live. Our little village is extremely conservative and would have us burned at the stake if they knew about us. We had a power gate installed with an intercom and remote camera and the whole farm is well fenced. We also have a couple of dogs patrolling the grounds at night..

When we want to play, we go to this large city and have our fun in malls, restaurants and parks located on the outskirts. We also frequent bars in that city known for being very discrete.

 

One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and sat on the stool to  the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels without panties in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing panties and the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we stepped out into the night air.

 

My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husband’s shoulder. She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her white panties to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her husband and left for the ladies’ room. As she passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into the ladies’ room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

 

Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were going to South Carolina to visit one of  the husband’s family. I went to a studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint until we stopped just down the street from his relative’s home. It was only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motorhome several times at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was seen by as many  Southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we left, IU waited until about three in the morning and walked completely around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch heels.

 

After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it’s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorist and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motorhome and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of  the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motorhome and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.

 

On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

 

Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for this conduct but the thrill isn’t as great when you expect to see sex being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters or drive in movies.

 

We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID checks for underage.

 

The drive in’s managers were getting more and more strict with the rules and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVD’s now readily available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husband’s brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as it didn’t bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

 

There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVD’s finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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“Ghostwriter”

 

Couple days later, as I'm coming off shift about to head home, I see a gorgeous blonde in a light sundress standing by the door to the apparatus room.  With the light behind you, I can slightly see thru the thin material.  I notice it's you, the woman I rescued a couple days back.  I also notice the dress seems to be all that you're wearing, aside from your heels.  You extend your hand and thank me for rescuing you.  "Just doin' my job, sweetie," I tell you.  You lean up and kiss me, telling me it's for the lifesaving kiss I gave you on that night. Seductively, you whisper in my ear that you wanted to thank me in a more personal way, and that you have no gag reflex. Then you wink at me. You grab my hand and drag me to your car. I toss my stuff into my truck, and then climb into your car.  As we head off to the hotel you're staying in while they fix your apartment, you reach over and grab my thigh.  You smile at me and push the pedal to the floor.  We fly into the parking lot and screech to a halt.  We climb out and head into the lobby.  Once in the elevator, you push me against the wall and give me a deep kiss, our tongues wrapping around each other.  I grab your ass cheeks in each hand and my suspicions are confirmed.  You've decided to show up in just a tiny sundress.  You moan as you feel me getting hard, my bulge pushing against your leg.  You hit the stop button and drop to your knees.  You unzip my pants and pull out my cock.  You lightly lick the underside of my shaft from my balls to my head.  Then you stuff my hard penis into your mouth and part way down your throat.  I moan and grab the back of your head as you suck on my dick.  You reach down and play with yourself while you suck and stroke me. You moan and shake as you cum.  I pull your head all the way down onto my cock and tell you I'm going to cum.  You fondle my nuts as they tighten and I dump a load of cum down your open throat. I feel you sucking everything that's left, out of my dick.  You stand up I give you a deep kiss, tasting my own cum as our tongues entwine. You start the elevator again and we continue the ride up, you with your back to me.  As it rises, so does my cock again, as I reach between your naked thighs and rub your swollen clit while I rub your tit and pinch your nipples.  You lean your head back and we kiss.  The doors open and you lead me down the hallway, me with my cock hanging out of my uniform and you with one of your tits hanging out of your dress.  As you fumble with the keycard, I slide your dress up around your waist and plow into your dripping pussy.  You drop the key card and moan as I fuck you against the door, in the hallway. You spread your legs a bit and bend all the way over to pick up the key, and you look up between your legs and watch my cock sliding in and out of you.  You manage to unlock the door and we pull apart and fall into the room, slamming the door.  I pull your dress off you as you rip my uniform off me.  I pick you up and you wrap your legs around me.  You slide back onto my hard on as I walk over to the bed.  I throw you onto the bed and you bite your lower lip.  I climb over you and stick my big cock back into your tight wet pussy.  You spread your legs out wide and I grab your thighs and pull you against me with each thrust. I lay on my back and you straddle me.  You tease me with your twat, gently lowering onto me, threatening each time to pull off, but taking more of me into you with each bounce.  You finally take my entire cock and kiss me deeply.  Then you sit straight up and grind your hips around in a circle, making yourself gush all over me.  I rub your clit as a couple more orgasms wash over you. You climb off and get on your knees.  I lube up my finger with your pussy juices and gently ease a finger into your pert little ass.  I'm then able to get a second finger inside you and you cum again.  I stick my cock into your pussy to get it all wet and slippery and then I push the head against your tight asshole.  Slowly, the head pops in.  I stop as you whimper quietly, but then you start to push back against my cock, pushing it deeper inside you.  You gasp as you feel my balls hit your clit and my cock go all the way in.  we sit there like that for a couple seconds then you start to rock back n forth, making me slide in and out of your ass.  I grab your hips and thrust in and out of you.  You cum over and over as you rub your clit. I spank you on the ass and you moan out.  I grab your hair and pull you onto my cock with each thrust I give you. You finally quake once more, this one bigger than all the rest.  As you cum, I dump my load deep into your ass, filling it with cock n cum.  Slowly, I pull out and we collapse onto the bed, panting and sweating.  Neither of care that we're laying in a puddle of your cum.  After a couple drinks and 2 rounds of room service, you take me back to the station. As I climb out of your car, you give me your number and ask me to call you.  You then tell me since I know where you live to feel free to stop by anytime.  You blow me a kiss then peel out of the parking lot.

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Then next day, Sam was sitting at home channel surfing, when he realized he never called Gina. Shaking, he picked up his phone and the piece of paper with her number on it. He slowly punched in the 10 numbers written on it, and sighed as he put the receiver to his ear. It was ringing. Well, at least I know it’s a real number, he thought to himself. “Hello?” He heard on the other line. “Hi, Gina?” Sam was so nervous he thought the phone might slip from his hands because his palms were so clammy. “Yes, this is Gina.”

“Hey, it’s Sam from last night.”

“Oh, hi! I was wondering when I’d hear from you!”

“Haha. How are you doing?”

“I’m great! So is my tire.”

“Good, good. So, I was wondering if you were free later tonight.”

“Yeah, totally. Wanna pick me up at 7 and we can go to dinner?”

“Ok, sounds good. Where do you live?”

Gina gave Sam her address, and he wrote it down on the same piece of paper he put her number on. They said their goodbyes. Sam ran into his bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed and ready.

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He was at her apartment at 7 o‘clock sharp. He walked into her building and over to her door. He knocked three times, and she opened the door. She looked absolutely astonishing, wearing a tight black tube dress, her hair up in a sexy style, her face and make up flawless. “Hey,” she said as she smiled big. “Hey,” Sam said back. “So, are you ready?” “Yeah, let me just grab my purse.” Gina ran and grabbed a little black bag off of her couch and walked back towards Sam, looking into his eyes. Sam felt that twitch in his pants again. Man, you got yourself a beauty! He couldn’t help but watch how she moves her body as she walked towards the door to her building. He wanted her bad. When they made it to his car, he opened the door for her. “Thanks.” She smiled at him and shut her door, then ran around the car and got into the driver’s seat and drove to the restaurant.

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They had a great time, talking about everything under the sun, Sam impressing Gina with his witty sense of humor, then playfully arguing about who would pay. Sam won. They decided on heading over to a bar right down the street for a few cocktails afterwards. Gina had a few too many and Sam had to help her into his car. He only had one, as he had to drive. He pulled up in front of Gina’s building and helped her to her apartment. Sam asked her for her key, and she handed it to him. He pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. He brought her into her room and laid her down on her bed. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. “Wait!” Gina yelled. Sam walked back over to her and leaned down. Gina smiled, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard. Sam went along with it, though she was drunker than a skunk in a redneck’s refrigerator. He kissed her back, placing his hand on the side of her head. They locked for a few minutes, when Gina flipped on to of Sam. She ripped open his shirt and kissed down his chest and stomach, opened his pants and went to the little opening in his boxers. Sam’s hard penis was protruding out of it, begging for the attention of the beauty he met out of pure luck. Gina kissed up alongside his cock, and stuffed it into her mouth, practically swallowing it whole. “Ohhhh, fuck, that feels great, baby,” he said breathlessly. He placed his hands on the back of her head, taking the clip she used to hold it up, and grew even harder as he felt her hair fall onto his partially bare leg. Gina was taking his cock in her mouth so well, sucking hard, pressing her tongue up against the shaft. Sam moaned, humping her face. She gagged slightly and sat up. She unzipped the back of her dress and slipped it off, revealing a sexy black lace thong and black strapless bra. Then she started taking off the bra, and sensually dropped it to her side. She is so fucking sexy! Sam was getting even more excited, if that was even possible. She took off her thong as well, throwing it at Sam’s face. Sam laughed and threw the underwear onto the floor. Then, Gina pulled Sam’s pants off while Sam took off his shirt. Gina crawled over to Sam and kissed him, then placed her wet pussy delicately over his eager mouth. Sam started licking her like crazy, Gina moaning softly. He licked and sucked all over her until Gina couldn’t take it anymore. She quickly moved off of Sam’s face and onto his cock. She slowly pushed herself onto his shaft until her pussy swallowed him whole. She moved up and down, her sexy body bouncing on his groin, her beautiful breasts moving with her body. Gina moaned loudly. Sam was breathing hard. Her pussy was so soft and warm. He couldn’t help himself when he flipped Gina onto her back. She wrapped her legs around his strong torso as he fucked her hard. Gina screamed his name as he pounded her harder. Sam was moaning loudly, his whole body shaking hard. He felt his hardness ready to explode, and so was Gina. Gina’s orgasm rippled over his cock, and he knew he was ready to cum. He pulled his cock out of her fast and rubbed it, cumming all over her stomach and breasts. Sam collapsed on top of Gina, and she wrapped her arms around him.

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After they laid there for what felt like hours, Sam sat up. “I’d better go,” he said to Gina, who was still laying down, her body glistening with cum. “I have to work tomorrow.” Gina sat up and kissed him softly. “Thank you. Tonight was wonderful,” she said sweetly. Sam smiled, “You’re welcome.” He went into her bathroom and grabbed a towel to wipe the sperm off his torso. Gina stood up and took the towel from him to wipe herself off, and then she grabbed her robe. Sam got dressed, and Gina walked him to her door. “Call me?” Gina said in a sexy voice. “Of course,” Sam replied, as they shared one more sweet, tender kiss. Sam walked down the hall to the door while Gina watched. Gina shut her door, smiled and let out a giggle, then went to bed. Sam smiled as he stepped outside. What a wonderful night, he thought as he got into his car. Then he drove away into the night, thinking about the next time he gets to be with Gina again.

I grasped his firm, stiff cock and pulled it towards my face as I leaned forward, my knees firmly planted in his plush red carpet. I rubbed it twice against the side of my face, the head tickling me as it rubbed against my soft cheek. I kissed it gently as he let out a sigh and leaned all the way back on his bed. As I pulled my head away, I could see a long, thin strand of semen leading from my moist lips to the tip of his penis. This strand, thin as a piece of thread, pulled me back in, as if it were a thick piece of rope to which I was bound.

Immediately I thrust my head upon his hard, thick member, allowing it to fill my eager, hungry mouth. I ran my tongue, up and down the fat shaft, my jaw wide open but my lips sealed around the wide, meaty base, as it’s head tickled my pharynx in just the right way. I pulled my head back, opening my mouth, and my saliva gushed out of my mouth, running down his shaft like a waterfall until it gathered around his loose, hanging balls, and eventually dripped down onto the carpet below. I laughed and proceeded to lick his cock several times, running my tongue upward from his balls as he leaned forward and ran his fingers through my hair. As he leaned back again, I grasped his throbbing, pulsing penis with both hands, and quickly began to bob my head up and down in it, allowing his tool, slippery with my own drool, to slide in and out of my mouth each time, as I twisted my hand around the lower portion.

He let out several moans before he sat up again and grasped be by my head. He slowly pushed my head down on his rock solid cock, forcing himself into the furthest reaches of my oral cavity. He then stood on both feet and began thrusting his cock into my mouth with his hips, slowly at first, then more quickly. His hands were now only being used to keep my head in place. Juices from my vagina ran down my legs, and formed a small puddle on the carpet below. I realized I had my hands free, so, placing one hand on the bed for balance, I brought my arm to my groin, and slipped my fingers into my hot, moist pussy. I slid them in and out, matching the rhythm of the hips thrusting into my mouth.

I looked up at his bare chest, then closed my eyes. I tried to let out a moan, but all that occurred was a glob of drool spraying out of my mouth by my lower lip. He quickened his pace, as did I, and I could begin to feel his balls against my chin, lightly at first, but soon slapping hard against my chin and throat, the wet sound of flesh slamming into flesh reverberating in my eardrums. It soon seemed that I could take no more, and I thrust my fingers into my pussy, falling back onto the carpet with my legs wrapped firmly around my hand.

Just as I fell into orgasm, he began to cum, standing over me, thick, hot, white cum shooting out of the head of his cock in jets, raining down upon me and slathering my chin, mouth, nose and tits. I could feel the semen landing, and hear the dull splat as it hit my flesh. The smell overpowered my senses, and as it began running in streams down my cheeks I wiped my face with my hands, then ran my tongue over it. I looked up to see him standing over me as he squatted down, his crotch meeting my face. He slapped his cock against my forehead several times, as excess semen dribbled out and ran into my hair. His balls rested just above my upper lip, and my nose was filled with the aroma of sweat, cum and drool.

He stood up and shot one final load onto my closed eyes, and in a short time I could hear the door close as I once again was alone.