.Suddenly I heard her orgasm again but this time the guy was at the point of no return...he yelled "fucking bitch", his back arched as he shot his loa...d inside her...as his hot cum filled her womb her head jerked up and she screamed again "I'm cumming again" and she went wild....he pulled out and all the guys abmired the cum leaking out of her...she passed out cold, exhausted on the pool table with cum leaking down her legs,,dress up over her head and still in her high heels..cum in her womb,. I never saw her again. But I would hear the howls of the unknown creature echoing through the mountain glades and glens. And I would remember her last act was to kneel before me, for my blessing, before she slipped silently out the door of wind fallen timbers. Even satyrs may cry now and then.After that loss I did not lack for Oreads and Oceanids to tend to. They often harmed themselves in their battles over mates on the mountainside glens or the waters where they swam. I would mend them, and. However that was all about to change and I certainly made the most of my sexual appetite and appeal. On leaving university I got a job in the accounts department of a logistics company which used to move freight by road and rail. They had a lorry and container yard and also a drivers cafe complex which also had showers and washrooms for drivers who were sleeping in their cab overnight to use.I had been there for about 4 months, having passed my initial 3 month probation with flying colours, and. He just didn't give me attention like he used to. There was a family friend who was my dad's age, 48, who did give me attention. Let me sit on him lap and sat on the couch real close with me when he was over. Sometimes when I was wearing shorts he would gentlly rub my inner thigh . I thought nothing of it because i like the slight tickle it was giving me. Later, He told my parents he wanted to take me somewhere fun. But because of the distance to the place we were going to go, i would have to.