EM1989
04-17-2010, 11:34 AM
New story with an historical bent. It's set during the latter stages of The Great Northern War and stars . . . me (yes, I really am 300 years old :ninja:). I won't ruin the plot but a certain pirate is actually an historical charcater who was a notorious privateer in the baltic.
Anyway . . . THIS STORY IS ABOUT ADULTS, ALL OVER THE AGE OF 18 - NO MINORS ARE DEPICTED. It contains strong female violence, F/m, FF/m, and F/ff, it also contains a graphic depiction of a sexualized murder. Read this and you will probably go to Hell - you have been warned! And . . . enjoy!
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The date was the 15th of September 1720 and the Great Nordic War was nearing its conclusion, with the Swedish Emperor Karl XII dead. Various nations of Northern Europe were embroiled in conflict. On one side Denmark-Norway, Russia, Britain and Saxony had fought to stem the ruthless expansionism of the mighty Swedish Empire and her allies. Coming from an affluent, noble family in Bergen much of my family’s wealth was tied up in trade; indirectly, of course, as trifling in finance is not proper for those of high birth.
Though Sweden was in decline and her eventual defeat seemed likely, privateers still plagued the Baltic Sea in the name of the Swedish Empire. These pirates attacked any merchant vessel they set their eyes upon in lightning fast raids; they slaughtered the lowly crew, took hostages of the high born and worthy, and plundered the valuable cargo. The merchants tried to move within the protective gaze of the navy but this was not always expedient or economical with time.
As a young man of 21 I had done as any healthy, wartime noble would and acquired a commission in the Navy. I was a Captain; a middle-ranking Naval officer. The position commanded respect and required a significant ‘contribution’ to attain. I was inexperienced in combat, but carried myself with the strength, resolution and pride of a veteran of a thousand battles.
I had received instruction that I was to travel to Copenhagen by the 20th of September at the latest, in order to receive command of a fine warship. The journey would only take a day or two from Bergen, but I had decided to leave early as I had no intention of arriving late and angering my superiors. When the fateful event of my story occurred I had been at sea for a day, aboard a well furnished and luxurious merchant vessel bound straight for the capital in Denmark. A friend of my father had arranged for me to travel onboard the luxury ship, in the shadow of a less comfortable military vessel. My wife, Carla von Dresden, had insisted on it.
My wife was a woman who got her own way and would accept nothing less. She was a rich noble of ancient Saxon-Danish stock; far more illustrious and many times wealthier than my own. She had recently been widowed; her much older husband having somehow suffocated in his sleep. At thirty-two years old she was my senior by eleven years, but time had not ravaged her dark beauty. She wore her thick dark-blonde hair in twin plaits that cascaded over her magnificent breasts. Her eyes were dark blue and barely hid a deep malevolence. She dominated the arranged marriage in all ways; even in the bedroom where, to my eternal shame, she would not allow the marriage to be consummated with anything but my tongue and always beat me fiercely after the scandalous act was performed. Her sexual domination extended past me and on to any young woman of inferior rank who would find their faces to be the target of both her crotch and her fists. The servant girls all blamed their predicament on me; thinking I elicited my wife’s behavior. Though they hated her, they hated me more – I could hear it in their every word and see it in the simmering flames of their eyes.
We were in our grand, spacious quarters lying naked between the bare, voluptuous bodies of two of her female servants. A blonde and a red-head with large, delicious breasts and thick, womanly bottoms and thighs. They were first cousins and the family resemblance was very strong; I had initially mistaken them for twins. Carla was lazily running her fingers through their long, soft bushes of pubic hair, listening to them breathing softly as they slept sweetly. She insisted on sexually interacting with her female servants, even as I lay next to her and would not allow me to leave. The tranquil moment was disturbed by men shouting. I ignored it and decided that I would chastise the commoners later when I was less weary. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep next to Carla who lay in the arms of the two plump and sensuous beauties.
I awoke with a start some fifteen minutes later to the sound of cannonry and small arms fire. I begun to get up and reach for my pistol and sword when the two women, frightened and confused, both grabbed me by the arms and shoulders and entreated me to stay with them. I hesitated for a moment. In that moment the young buxom women gently pushed me flat against the bed and pressed their warm bodies against mine, repeating their frightened plea for me to remain with them. They did not wish to stay alone with my wife, believing, perhaps, that I could stop her if she got too carried away. I reasoned that it was probably nothing; our warship having spotted a Swedish craft and was firing upon it as was the custom in war. I reasoned that it was probably a civilian merchant ship as unarmed as the vessel I was in; nothing to worry about, and besides . . . what good could I actually do in a small, lightly armed ship with not one cannon on its deck?
“We’ll do that thing you like . . . if you stay here”, the red-head whose name I did not know (Carla referred to them by number only) had posed the offer and the blonde, similarly name-less, had nodded in agreement with false enthusiasm. The thing referred to is in your time referred to as a ‘69’, but in my lifetime had no name and was deliciously taboo. I blushed at the girls’ response and did not answer. It was true that I enjoyed watching the girls perform it on each other, to bury their pretty, round faces in the others’ genitals and taste the gooey pink flesh – I could not help it, though I was ashamed at my own depravity. At first Carla had to force them, but gradually they became used to it and, although unwilling, would lick each others’ cunts without much resistance and with only minimal displays of disgust. Understand though that I had never commissioned the act, not in the first instance nor in any other, Carla had started it and my involuntary state of arousal had alerted all present to the fact that, shamefully, it aroused me greatly..
“Do it”, Carla commanded and I could not rebuke her. The blonde lay back with her head beside mine, tears began to well in her big green eyes as she knew what she was going to have to do. It was her turn to be on the bottom and thus not only would she be smothered by the red-head’s weight but she would also be the one to receive what Carla termed ‘The Parting Gift’. The red-head crawled to her cousin’s left side, I was at her right looking on with barely disguised arousal. She moved to a crouching position beside her head and swung her thigh around. She brought her knee down hard on my nose, ostensibly as an accident, at least according to her half-hearted apology. Carla had noticed and would pay her back for that later I thought; a hard, dry, dildo-fuck in her anus – allegedly done at my behest. I did not hold the blow against her; I understood her anger and so masked the hot, sharp pain that throbbed in my nose. I discreetly sniffed up a drop of blood that was trickling down my nostril.
I watched on as the red-head’s hairy labia minora descended on the blonde’s mouth. With her thumb and forefinger Carla spread the servant’s lips apart and then let them loose again, further enveloping the blonde’s reluctant face. I watched her jaw move up and down as she lapped at the smelly, slimey hole. She gagged as she had to take her first breath of pussy – my wife didn’t allow the women to wash their genitalia as long as they were in her service; she enjoyed the strong vaginal odour and enjoyed even more to watch the reluctant girls suck the ripe quim-snot from her harnessed dildo. The blonde gagged again, followed closely by the red-head. Carla began masturbating intensely while the blonde’s face became sticky and greasy as it was being devoured by her cousin’s vulva. I noted at this point that the cannon fire had died down and naturally assumed that the threat had been all but dealt with, “About damn time”, I thought.
“Sit back”, she commanded. The red-head did so and the blonde’s face disappeared under the sweaty large buttocks. “Give her ‘The Parting Gift’”. I could not bear to watch this ‘Parting Gift’; it was for the perverse titillation of my wife only – instead, I focused my eyes on the red head’s big pink nipples as I usually did. Without speaking the red-head began to scrape the nail of her index finger between the crevice of her labia majora and minora, scooping out a large clot of sticky white smegma and sebum, she then dipped it in her vagina and brought it out covered in creamy discharge. I heard the muffled sobbing of the blonde as the red-head plopped it into her open mouth. When the blonde had swallowed the sizeable lump and it had begun its slow descent down her throat the red head spread her vulva wide to reveal her urethra. Her urethra expanded and contracted for a few seconds before releasing a strong gush of salty light-green piss down her throat. As her stream turned into a trickle the door burst open violently.
I recognized the infamous face immediately. The long platinum ringlets, icy blue eyes, and strong, high cheekbones mounted on a woman who, at approximately 1,85m tall, was of a truly imposing stature. The drawn sabre and flintlock pistol, the long black jackboots partially covered by a dirty, ragged dress over which a tight bodice barely contained her copious bosom – the image was unmistakeable and recognized widely. Standing before us was none other than the vicious Swedish pirate Ingela Gathenhielm. At only twenty-six years old she was the inheritor of her late husband’s empire of piracy. She glanced contemptuously at my sheathed straight-sword and holstered pistol, then back at me. She slowly walked over to the bedside and picked them up, weighing them gently in her hands as she turned back to the door. She jammed the master-crafted blade through the wooden door slat and into the floor, locking it shut. She looked back at me with a flash of anger as I lay unclothed and erect between three naked women, two of which had tears running down their faces.
“You like to rape women, do you?”, she asked in a soft menacing voice. “N . . . I, not to . . . she made m-“, Carla kneed me hard in the face before I could make my accusation. I fell off the bed and landed face down at her leather boots. I heard the hammer of her flintlock pistol cock. “No, please, don’t shoot me!” I clasped my hands together and begged, looking up at her ferocious blue eyes. Ingela turned to the girls, “Take his clothes and tie him up with them.” They responded quickly, binding my hands behind my back with my trousers and my ankles with my shirt. “What’s your name?” I responded instantly to her inquiry as if to a commanding officer, “Ma’am, my name is Captain Einar M-“She interrupted my introduction,“Captain Einar . . . I’m not going to shoot you . . .” A cruel smile spread across the beautiful pirate’s lips, she squatted down bringing her face so close to mine that our eyes nearly met, “But I am going to kill you.”
I was shaking, breathing rapidly and shallowly, I started to sob under my breath. “Now, now, be a brave little sailor.” She laughed, even in this situation her voice was sweet and mesmerizing; the sound of it calmed me down somewhat. “So, you like to take advantage of the women-folk?” I didn’t answer; whatever I said in my defence would be ignored anyway. She placed her heavy boot on my left shoulder and hiked her dress to mid-thigh. Her legs were thick and lightly muscled; like an Amazon-warrior of Greek myth. “I’d wager that you wouldn’t like it so much if the women-folk took advantage of you?” She shook her head in disgust as she hawked up phlegm and snot before leaning foreward to shoot it into my right eye. She lifted off her boot from my shoulder and kicked me hard in the other eye. I fell onto my back with a yelp. I opened my snot-covered eye to see her great boot come down on my exposed balls – I gasped; unable to adequately verbalize the agony. She motioned for the three other women to gather around me, they complied within a few seconds. I looked up to see four women’s faces looking down at me, three pairs of large, plump breasts, and three venusian mounds covered in soft pubic hair. The servant girls and my wife began kicking and stomping on me hard as Ingela remained on my swollen testes. I felt several globs of spit hit me as they beat me for what seemed like hours as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I opened my eyes as Ingela sat straddling my chest. She punched me seven or eight times in quick succession; powerful jabs to the face. She wrapped her moist legs around my neck and pushed my face towards her as she pulled her thick, heavy dress up to reveal her pussy.
Her pussy was covered in soft, long, slightly-matted hair of the same hue as that on her head. Thick, lengthy, pink labia protruded some centimeters from her forested slit. I felt the servant girls sit on my stomach and chest; I felt their greasy, unwashed pubic hair stick to my skin and the moist heat of their vulvas. I felt my still erect penis being grasped under the glans, followed by a sensation I had never felt before as Carla’s lips slid down my shaft. Carla’s tight, gooey vagina engulfed my penis for the first time. She took my virginity minutes before my death at the hands of the four women crushing me – perhaps as one final, and only, mercy? Or, more likely I thought, as one final mockery? Looking at Ingela’s pussy as she spread her lips with her fingers and smelling its strong, fragrant musk, I knew that my fate was to drown in her beautiful, pink cunt.
“As you die I want you to contemplate on this – it was four beautiful young women who took your worthless life and your last breath was cut short by the most sacred space of our sex.” At that she squeezed her wet thighs together and pushed me into her dripping pink maw. I looked up to see her face – it was beautiful though contorted in malice. I forced open my jaw slightly to allow my tongue to escape and pushed its way into her slimy hole, as I did this I nuzzled my nose into her engorged clitoris. The taste of Woman washed over my tongue and surged me into final ecstasy. I lapped at the insides of her canal, enjoying every wonderful taste it had to offer a man. I exhaled through my nose onto her clitoris, unable to take anymore breaths I begin to shake and panic. My squirming face only served to pleasure her further. As I shook my head frantically she began to shudder and moan, her crotch convulsed against my face and she released a scream of pleasure. Warm, clear, sticky fluid washed over my face like a dam had just burst. I shut my eyes for the last time as my body lost its will to move, I felt her warm, wet, hairy crotch stop shuddering and just held my breath away; her sticky labia formed an airtight seal over my nose and my now-closed mouth pressed hard against her vulva. This was it. The end. I slipped out of consciousness.
Anyway . . . THIS STORY IS ABOUT ADULTS, ALL OVER THE AGE OF 18 - NO MINORS ARE DEPICTED. It contains strong female violence, F/m, FF/m, and F/ff, it also contains a graphic depiction of a sexualized murder. Read this and you will probably go to Hell - you have been warned! And . . . enjoy!
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The date was the 15th of September 1720 and the Great Nordic War was nearing its conclusion, with the Swedish Emperor Karl XII dead. Various nations of Northern Europe were embroiled in conflict. On one side Denmark-Norway, Russia, Britain and Saxony had fought to stem the ruthless expansionism of the mighty Swedish Empire and her allies. Coming from an affluent, noble family in Bergen much of my family’s wealth was tied up in trade; indirectly, of course, as trifling in finance is not proper for those of high birth.
Though Sweden was in decline and her eventual defeat seemed likely, privateers still plagued the Baltic Sea in the name of the Swedish Empire. These pirates attacked any merchant vessel they set their eyes upon in lightning fast raids; they slaughtered the lowly crew, took hostages of the high born and worthy, and plundered the valuable cargo. The merchants tried to move within the protective gaze of the navy but this was not always expedient or economical with time.
As a young man of 21 I had done as any healthy, wartime noble would and acquired a commission in the Navy. I was a Captain; a middle-ranking Naval officer. The position commanded respect and required a significant ‘contribution’ to attain. I was inexperienced in combat, but carried myself with the strength, resolution and pride of a veteran of a thousand battles.
I had received instruction that I was to travel to Copenhagen by the 20th of September at the latest, in order to receive command of a fine warship. The journey would only take a day or two from Bergen, but I had decided to leave early as I had no intention of arriving late and angering my superiors. When the fateful event of my story occurred I had been at sea for a day, aboard a well furnished and luxurious merchant vessel bound straight for the capital in Denmark. A friend of my father had arranged for me to travel onboard the luxury ship, in the shadow of a less comfortable military vessel. My wife, Carla von Dresden, had insisted on it.
My wife was a woman who got her own way and would accept nothing less. She was a rich noble of ancient Saxon-Danish stock; far more illustrious and many times wealthier than my own. She had recently been widowed; her much older husband having somehow suffocated in his sleep. At thirty-two years old she was my senior by eleven years, but time had not ravaged her dark beauty. She wore her thick dark-blonde hair in twin plaits that cascaded over her magnificent breasts. Her eyes were dark blue and barely hid a deep malevolence. She dominated the arranged marriage in all ways; even in the bedroom where, to my eternal shame, she would not allow the marriage to be consummated with anything but my tongue and always beat me fiercely after the scandalous act was performed. Her sexual domination extended past me and on to any young woman of inferior rank who would find their faces to be the target of both her crotch and her fists. The servant girls all blamed their predicament on me; thinking I elicited my wife’s behavior. Though they hated her, they hated me more – I could hear it in their every word and see it in the simmering flames of their eyes.
We were in our grand, spacious quarters lying naked between the bare, voluptuous bodies of two of her female servants. A blonde and a red-head with large, delicious breasts and thick, womanly bottoms and thighs. They were first cousins and the family resemblance was very strong; I had initially mistaken them for twins. Carla was lazily running her fingers through their long, soft bushes of pubic hair, listening to them breathing softly as they slept sweetly. She insisted on sexually interacting with her female servants, even as I lay next to her and would not allow me to leave. The tranquil moment was disturbed by men shouting. I ignored it and decided that I would chastise the commoners later when I was less weary. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep next to Carla who lay in the arms of the two plump and sensuous beauties.
I awoke with a start some fifteen minutes later to the sound of cannonry and small arms fire. I begun to get up and reach for my pistol and sword when the two women, frightened and confused, both grabbed me by the arms and shoulders and entreated me to stay with them. I hesitated for a moment. In that moment the young buxom women gently pushed me flat against the bed and pressed their warm bodies against mine, repeating their frightened plea for me to remain with them. They did not wish to stay alone with my wife, believing, perhaps, that I could stop her if she got too carried away. I reasoned that it was probably nothing; our warship having spotted a Swedish craft and was firing upon it as was the custom in war. I reasoned that it was probably a civilian merchant ship as unarmed as the vessel I was in; nothing to worry about, and besides . . . what good could I actually do in a small, lightly armed ship with not one cannon on its deck?
“We’ll do that thing you like . . . if you stay here”, the red-head whose name I did not know (Carla referred to them by number only) had posed the offer and the blonde, similarly name-less, had nodded in agreement with false enthusiasm. The thing referred to is in your time referred to as a ‘69’, but in my lifetime had no name and was deliciously taboo. I blushed at the girls’ response and did not answer. It was true that I enjoyed watching the girls perform it on each other, to bury their pretty, round faces in the others’ genitals and taste the gooey pink flesh – I could not help it, though I was ashamed at my own depravity. At first Carla had to force them, but gradually they became used to it and, although unwilling, would lick each others’ cunts without much resistance and with only minimal displays of disgust. Understand though that I had never commissioned the act, not in the first instance nor in any other, Carla had started it and my involuntary state of arousal had alerted all present to the fact that, shamefully, it aroused me greatly..
“Do it”, Carla commanded and I could not rebuke her. The blonde lay back with her head beside mine, tears began to well in her big green eyes as she knew what she was going to have to do. It was her turn to be on the bottom and thus not only would she be smothered by the red-head’s weight but she would also be the one to receive what Carla termed ‘The Parting Gift’. The red-head crawled to her cousin’s left side, I was at her right looking on with barely disguised arousal. She moved to a crouching position beside her head and swung her thigh around. She brought her knee down hard on my nose, ostensibly as an accident, at least according to her half-hearted apology. Carla had noticed and would pay her back for that later I thought; a hard, dry, dildo-fuck in her anus – allegedly done at my behest. I did not hold the blow against her; I understood her anger and so masked the hot, sharp pain that throbbed in my nose. I discreetly sniffed up a drop of blood that was trickling down my nostril.
I watched on as the red-head’s hairy labia minora descended on the blonde’s mouth. With her thumb and forefinger Carla spread the servant’s lips apart and then let them loose again, further enveloping the blonde’s reluctant face. I watched her jaw move up and down as she lapped at the smelly, slimey hole. She gagged as she had to take her first breath of pussy – my wife didn’t allow the women to wash their genitalia as long as they were in her service; she enjoyed the strong vaginal odour and enjoyed even more to watch the reluctant girls suck the ripe quim-snot from her harnessed dildo. The blonde gagged again, followed closely by the red-head. Carla began masturbating intensely while the blonde’s face became sticky and greasy as it was being devoured by her cousin’s vulva. I noted at this point that the cannon fire had died down and naturally assumed that the threat had been all but dealt with, “About damn time”, I thought.
“Sit back”, she commanded. The red-head did so and the blonde’s face disappeared under the sweaty large buttocks. “Give her ‘The Parting Gift’”. I could not bear to watch this ‘Parting Gift’; it was for the perverse titillation of my wife only – instead, I focused my eyes on the red head’s big pink nipples as I usually did. Without speaking the red-head began to scrape the nail of her index finger between the crevice of her labia majora and minora, scooping out a large clot of sticky white smegma and sebum, she then dipped it in her vagina and brought it out covered in creamy discharge. I heard the muffled sobbing of the blonde as the red-head plopped it into her open mouth. When the blonde had swallowed the sizeable lump and it had begun its slow descent down her throat the red head spread her vulva wide to reveal her urethra. Her urethra expanded and contracted for a few seconds before releasing a strong gush of salty light-green piss down her throat. As her stream turned into a trickle the door burst open violently.
I recognized the infamous face immediately. The long platinum ringlets, icy blue eyes, and strong, high cheekbones mounted on a woman who, at approximately 1,85m tall, was of a truly imposing stature. The drawn sabre and flintlock pistol, the long black jackboots partially covered by a dirty, ragged dress over which a tight bodice barely contained her copious bosom – the image was unmistakeable and recognized widely. Standing before us was none other than the vicious Swedish pirate Ingela Gathenhielm. At only twenty-six years old she was the inheritor of her late husband’s empire of piracy. She glanced contemptuously at my sheathed straight-sword and holstered pistol, then back at me. She slowly walked over to the bedside and picked them up, weighing them gently in her hands as she turned back to the door. She jammed the master-crafted blade through the wooden door slat and into the floor, locking it shut. She looked back at me with a flash of anger as I lay unclothed and erect between three naked women, two of which had tears running down their faces.
“You like to rape women, do you?”, she asked in a soft menacing voice. “N . . . I, not to . . . she made m-“, Carla kneed me hard in the face before I could make my accusation. I fell off the bed and landed face down at her leather boots. I heard the hammer of her flintlock pistol cock. “No, please, don’t shoot me!” I clasped my hands together and begged, looking up at her ferocious blue eyes. Ingela turned to the girls, “Take his clothes and tie him up with them.” They responded quickly, binding my hands behind my back with my trousers and my ankles with my shirt. “What’s your name?” I responded instantly to her inquiry as if to a commanding officer, “Ma’am, my name is Captain Einar M-“She interrupted my introduction,“Captain Einar . . . I’m not going to shoot you . . .” A cruel smile spread across the beautiful pirate’s lips, she squatted down bringing her face so close to mine that our eyes nearly met, “But I am going to kill you.”
I was shaking, breathing rapidly and shallowly, I started to sob under my breath. “Now, now, be a brave little sailor.” She laughed, even in this situation her voice was sweet and mesmerizing; the sound of it calmed me down somewhat. “So, you like to take advantage of the women-folk?” I didn’t answer; whatever I said in my defence would be ignored anyway. She placed her heavy boot on my left shoulder and hiked her dress to mid-thigh. Her legs were thick and lightly muscled; like an Amazon-warrior of Greek myth. “I’d wager that you wouldn’t like it so much if the women-folk took advantage of you?” She shook her head in disgust as she hawked up phlegm and snot before leaning foreward to shoot it into my right eye. She lifted off her boot from my shoulder and kicked me hard in the other eye. I fell onto my back with a yelp. I opened my snot-covered eye to see her great boot come down on my exposed balls – I gasped; unable to adequately verbalize the agony. She motioned for the three other women to gather around me, they complied within a few seconds. I looked up to see four women’s faces looking down at me, three pairs of large, plump breasts, and three venusian mounds covered in soft pubic hair. The servant girls and my wife began kicking and stomping on me hard as Ingela remained on my swollen testes. I felt several globs of spit hit me as they beat me for what seemed like hours as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I opened my eyes as Ingela sat straddling my chest. She punched me seven or eight times in quick succession; powerful jabs to the face. She wrapped her moist legs around my neck and pushed my face towards her as she pulled her thick, heavy dress up to reveal her pussy.
Her pussy was covered in soft, long, slightly-matted hair of the same hue as that on her head. Thick, lengthy, pink labia protruded some centimeters from her forested slit. I felt the servant girls sit on my stomach and chest; I felt their greasy, unwashed pubic hair stick to my skin and the moist heat of their vulvas. I felt my still erect penis being grasped under the glans, followed by a sensation I had never felt before as Carla’s lips slid down my shaft. Carla’s tight, gooey vagina engulfed my penis for the first time. She took my virginity minutes before my death at the hands of the four women crushing me – perhaps as one final, and only, mercy? Or, more likely I thought, as one final mockery? Looking at Ingela’s pussy as she spread her lips with her fingers and smelling its strong, fragrant musk, I knew that my fate was to drown in her beautiful, pink cunt.
“As you die I want you to contemplate on this – it was four beautiful young women who took your worthless life and your last breath was cut short by the most sacred space of our sex.” At that she squeezed her wet thighs together and pushed me into her dripping pink maw. I looked up to see her face – it was beautiful though contorted in malice. I forced open my jaw slightly to allow my tongue to escape and pushed its way into her slimy hole, as I did this I nuzzled my nose into her engorged clitoris. The taste of Woman washed over my tongue and surged me into final ecstasy. I lapped at the insides of her canal, enjoying every wonderful taste it had to offer a man. I exhaled through my nose onto her clitoris, unable to take anymore breaths I begin to shake and panic. My squirming face only served to pleasure her further. As I shook my head frantically she began to shudder and moan, her crotch convulsed against my face and she released a scream of pleasure. Warm, clear, sticky fluid washed over my face like a dam had just burst. I shut my eyes for the last time as my body lost its will to move, I felt her warm, wet, hairy crotch stop shuddering and just held my breath away; her sticky labia formed an airtight seal over my nose and my now-closed mouth pressed hard against her vulva. This was it. The end. I slipped out of consciousness.