Marty didn't even try to catch it. He let it spray all over the place. I mean on the sofa, on my shirt, on him...everywhere.He managed to get some on ...ne of his fingers and brought it to my lips. I just looked at him with a "What's that for?" look.He rubbed some on my lips and I instinctively liked my lips. A bit salty, but not bad.He kept scr****g more cum up and feeding it to me. And I kept licking it up. My cum, I was eating my cum. And it was good.Then it hit me. I had just been. Then one day while in the barn finishing my chores I saw King licking his cock while lying on a straw bale. The sight of his deep red cock protruding from its furry white sheath sent my imagination into overdrive. I could not get the thought of King humping my asshole with his cock out of my head so several days later when I was sure we were alone in the barn I decided to see if he would fuck me like I was imagining. I stripped naked from the waist down then with just my shirt and boots on I. We were marched through the breaking dawn light outside and across the compound to the central building, which I knew from the times we had served at my master's parties or business meetings. There, in the large main dining room, a kind of makeshift command center had been set up. There were twenty or thirty of the irregular soldiers in the room, and others drifted in or out. Against one wall, bound and under guard, were the regular inhabitants of the compound - guards, servants, wives, and. In no time her traitorous body was building up to a cum, and then she was shuddering through another series of spasms that was milking his cock for all it was worth.“There, let that be a lesson to you,” his hand was caressing her left tit, sliding gently over the surface, savouring it. After a minute he stopped and pulled out, still puffing happily. Nikki took the hint and got off the desk. What was going to happen now? She stood bewildered in the middle of the Head Teacher’s office, in the.