1. Tammy's Thirst


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: magikhandman, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    suspiciously like she was trying not to think about it. Near dusk, Tammy repeated her performance, on a smaller scale; maybe about 15 guys. This time, she pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, exposing her breasts, which of course seemed to really excite the men; her breasts really are perfect, and letting men stare at them while she rhythmically bobbed her head on their cocks seemed like a very potent package. The line moved noticeably quicker. "Oh man, that was so much better, with my breasts out," she said, returning to sit by me. "I love how fast it went. Still, a few guys sure took their damn time. God, I hate it when they take a long time. Some of those younger guys, though, as soon as they're in my mouth, they're spraying. And big loads too. They're so sweet." She kept talking to me, analyzing it over and over, "Showing my breasts definitely helped. It's so much more manageable when they come fast. Otherwise, my jaw aches, my lips get sore; such a pain in the neck. I gotta make them spray quickly, for this to work." I looked at her quizzically. What did she have in mind? What was she thinking? "What do you mean, 'for this to work'?" I asked. "I don't know, for me to...make it." She noticed me staring at her uncomprehendingly, and she hesitated. "For me to survive. On their semen." I was startled. But, I really hadn't thought it through. At least, not to the extent that she obviously had. "You really think-" I started to say. "Yes." She interrupted, with a ...
    serious look, "Think about it. I was doing the math in my head the whole time I was...when I was...well, that's probably a soda can worth of 'juice'. Someone could definitely live on two or three of those a day. At the very least..." she stopped and lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper, "At the very least, so I can survive long enough until there are few enough of us left to live off the fish and water rations." It made sense. She had gone through the same mental calculations as I had, but had carried them to their logical conclusion. I was glad in one sense, as her husband, that she'd live longer. But as her husband in another sense, it was hard to accept, even though the days at sea and thirst and fear of perishing do clarify one's priorities. Nonetheless, I couldn't allow myself to say anything. I had no idea what was going on in her head. Zero. And I feared that even the slightest comment could completely change the way she felt about herself doing this, and might change her mind; might, well, kill her. I didn't really understand the way she was handling this mentally, but she seemed okay with it, which was enough for me. Day 8 That morning, Tammy had made up her mind. She had to do this to the best of her abilities, she said. "This is my chance." She had taken to talking to me like I was a confidant, or a coach, but not a husband. Not knowing what else to do, I passively accepted that role. I was too exhausted and thirsty to do anything else. She had so much energy ...
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