It was hairier than I’d like, sure, but clean and puckered and begging for my tongue. I was so focused on it that, when Molly emitted another hot st...ream of piss from her slit, and it gushed down all over my chest, I was startled. Almost as startled as I would have been if she’d turned around and plunged a knife into my chest. But then I gave into the experience and let it happen. Molly’s hot urine cascaded down in a thick, gushing stream and soaked my hairy chest. It didn’t sting my skin. He shuddered as his skin tore then quickly stilled and brought one hand down to Sarah’s skirt. When he lifted it over her hip there was nothing else in the way of his searching fingers; by now Sarah knew not to wear panties. They only got in the way. Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut as the first drop of the man’s blood hit her tongue and his fingertips skimmed her wet hole. He tasted as bad as he stank but the sharp tang of his blood was already turning Sarah’s head. Rum was so much stronger. Yet another thing to wind me up.The starting pistol sounded and we were off. The sprinters raced across the school field. I wasn’t even going to try to match them. Then came the fast runners. I started running at the pace I had ran the previous Monday when I was also working off my frustrations. I reached the other side of the school field at the tail end of the fast runners and ahead of the pack.The first side of the squarish course contained a gentle decline. The going was easy and I. I almost feel as if I was going to cum at her first touch, but settled down. She then thrust her tongue into me. This drove me wild. I now am holding her head against me and my hips begin to move, almost fucking her face. Maybe because this was my first time, or because I was already so aroused, but there was a tidal wave that crashed into an orgasm. My hips bucking, my pussy convulsing, my head spinning. Wave after wave crashed on my shore, the tide eroding any sense of shame and guilt. This.