Tony, an acquaintance of yours returned from a holiday backpacking around the English countryside, and came back with a story about an amazing little ...illage he happened across, a tiny little place hidden deep in the middle of nowhere with the exotic sounding name of "Spurting-Spent". He tells you that the population there is 95% female, and they are all, in his words "constantly up for it" - a village full of horny, sexually aggressive women, just like in those stories on the internet!He says. I need this, I can’t believe how I need it, how I want it so bad, I cant fight it. I can’t. I turned to him and I said, “I haven’t had a shower.” At that, he grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me back into the kitchen and led me over to the table. Slowly he leaned down to me, till his lips were face to face with mine, then I just pressed my lips into his. Softly we began to kiss, and it was so good. I wrapped my arms around his as I felt his hand gripping on my ass. He then lift me up and sat. I chuckled, "Diane, this a well fucked pussy. It's full of delicious cum and girl juice, and it will taste even better than it did before. Some people think of this as gross, but I think of it as a delicacy that needs to be eaten and savored. Do you want to join me?"Diane nodded enthusiastically, and dove into the sodden mess until her face was as much a mess as Ginny's nether region. I got my own licks in here and there. By then, I was past my recovery point, and again hard and ready for. I close my eyes and try to stifle a moan with my hands but you slam them into the wall. "Oh no you don't you little slut, don't you think for a second I'm going easy on you. You're my slut but you've been a naughty little brat so I think you should be taught a lesson. Don't you agree?" I open my eyes and meet your gaze. "Make.. me," I breathe out between my cries and moans. I close my eyes and shoot my head back as you start to rub even harder and faster, making the moans even louder and more.