"Their eyes kind of glazed over when I said 'Science Fiction' but that last sentence perked them right up again."Nasty?" one of the girls in the crowd...asked in a hushed voice."Yep," I answered, "very nasty." Do you write about us?" the spokesgirl asked angrily."Of course not," I answered, "you're just my inspiration. I don't even know your names."There was a whispered conference, close enough that I could have eavesdropped if I cared to, then the tall blonde asked shyly, "Can we see some of. He determined that he would do the same for her.Mary began her own climb up the rope. John was doing an excellent job of holding the rope steady. As normal for her and many other girls, the rope rubbed the top portion of her slit right over her clitoris. It wasn’t rough enough to cause a rope burn or anything like that, but it was enough to sexually excite her. Normally however it would have been another girl holding the rope instead of John. The however girls didn’t hold it as rigidly as John. After a few seconds he felt his cum boiling in his balls. He knew he was about to cum. He jammed his full length in her one more time spraying cum straight into her womb. He felt the walls milk him for every drop. When he came this time he could tell it was an unusually large amount from before. His cum didn't come out in spurts but like it was a faucet. After he was done coming they slid down the brick wall till they rested on the wooden patio. Katty woke up thirty minutes later to Tom still. The little girl was resting peacefully by the fire, wrapped up in another bedroll taken from our supplies. She was still unconscious.“How is it going?” I asked as I watched Clara give Gort the once over. To my amazement she’d already scrubbed him down in my absence and she was now tending to a few scrapes on his hands and feet.“Not very good,” Clara sighed in reply. “The infection had taken hold on the girl, and she’s in a rough way. I’ve given her a couple of shots to help fight it, but I.