I want you to give it to me. I want to see you shoot it. Come on, cum. I want that fucking cum!” I have never wanted to cum for a woman so badly.I c...uld feel it building. I was getting to the point of no return. She could read it in my face, and it seemed to spur her on. “Yeah, you want to cum for me? You want to cum for me. Fucking cum! Yeah, fucking cum for me!” I did. Finally. Hard and fast, shooting rapid spurts of cum out as she continued to jack my cock furiously with her hand. Her grasp. Ever so slowly Bill looked over the edge of the ravine through the brush.His caution was rewarded. A bearded man was sitting on the bottom of the ravine and propped against the other side. The man's face was bloody from what looked like a deep scalp wound and one leg seemed to bend at an odd angle. The man's arms were OK though. His rifle was steady and aimed at where he had slid over the edge. He was sweating and seemed to be panting.Bill considered a moment. He could easily shoot the man with. ’ ‘What surrounded by all that tit and leg. I’d be an incoherent mess.’ Macy smiled and pressed her fingers together, composing herself. Hal sat back a little and waited patiently, wondering what she’d be like to plunder. Possibly very good. She appeared physically strong and mentally strong too judging by the way she’d come through her initial immersion at The Sentinel. Her father and mother and grandparents and her great grandfather had been revered as reporters and so much was expected of. And there I was on my way back to base from home. During a resupply of 'munchies' from the local Wally World around October that year, I approached the register of a sexy, older college student named June. We flirted and talked and eventually started dating. June was a few years older than I and had kids from a previous marriage. She was barely 5'3" with a tight body, and had an ass and boobs that clothes struggled to contain. She was in her late 20's, and I was barely old enough to drink. She.