Found by a Nomadic Shemale
Isabel readjusted her animal skins to better shield herself from the wind. She usually only trekked through the snow within a small radius of her hut when it got this cold. She'd been collecting around the area when the glint of something shiny caught her eye. Isabel clomped through the snow to it cautiously. She got close enough to make out the figure of a man lying face down in the snow. Isabel reached the man and rolled him over on his back. He was still breathing, but very, very cold. His wounds suggested to her that he'd been bucked from his horse. Rotten luck for him, she thought. But actually it was a stroke of good luck. If any other nomad had found him, they would have left him to die or done something worse instead of doing what Isabel was about to. She threw his relatively small, frozen body over her shoulder and headed back home with him. Relations between villagers and the nomads outside the village walls had been tense for as long as anyone could remember. The villagers looked down on the nomadic tribes. Considered them savages. It didn't help that most of the nomads were transsexuals. Big, strong, beautiful creatures with thick cocks hanging between their legs. Even though there weren't open hostilities between her people and the villagers anymore, Isabel knew she'd be killed if they found her with him. They shared a common language and that's it. Isabel returned to her hut and laid him down on her bed. She quickly brushed the snow off his body and covered him up as best she could. She knew how difficult it would be to start a big enough fire to get him warm again. Isabel worked for over an hour, using every trick she knew to get the fire roaring in the damp, cold environment. With the fire cracking in the background, she turned her attention back to the man she'd rescued from the snow. His head still felt icy against her hand. Isabel brushed the hair from his face and looked at him. He was young like her. Boyish and attractive, too, she noticed. "You'll be fine," she whispered to the unconscious man she'd brought home. Isabel cleaned the wounds he'd received and slipped under the fur blanket next to him, covering him with her warm, over-sized body. A few hours passed before Isabel was awoken. The young man was conscious enough to shake from the cold. She could nearly hear his teeth chattering. Isabel pulled him deeper under the blanket, holding him tighter and pressed the back of his head into her naked cleavage. She lowered her chin down on the top of his head and gently rubbed his cold chest. "I've got you," she said, knowing he couldn't hear her. *** Simon woke up groggily the next morning. The first thing he saw was the healthy fire contained a few feet from him. Simon reached out and held his numb hands to it. He tried to shake his exact whereabouts and how he'd gotten there from his memory, but he was coming up empty. Then he felt something stirring next to him. Simon's heart beat a little faster. He wanted to flip the cover off of himself and investigate but he was too weak to try. "Who's there?" he asked meekly. "You're awake," a female voice answered back softly. "You're okay." She helped him turn over so they could see each other. Simon took note of her nakedness, her large size and the even larger cock laying against her thigh right next to him. "You're naked." He felt fear well up inside him. Simon tried to get up, tried to move. He pulled the blanket halfway down his body and tried to sit up. Isabel grabbed him. She easily pulled his struggling body back to her. "You caught me. I am. Every scrap I could find went to you or in the fire to keep you warm." She locked her arms in place around him once she'd wrapped him up in the blanket to her satisfaction again. Simon felt her hunk of meat press into him. He'd heard stories of the nomads and what they might do. Simon instinctively curled up with fear. "Your penis, it's..." "It's not going to hurt you," she told him. "My name's Isabel. I live here and I won't hurt you. Now you need to stay warm and you need sleep." She nestled his body close, squeezing his head into her warm breasts. Simon took in a deep breath. He did need sleep whether he liked it or not. The rest would have to wait. His eyes drooped and his body began to relax. *** Simon felt a nudge on his shoulder and then something touch his lips. His eyes opened. They adjusted to the dull light of the hut and registered a large figure sitting over him. He remembered it was Isabel and calmed down, but not all the way. Isabel held a bowl to his lips. His lips, chapped from the cold, spread for the edge of the bowl. A warm, thick substance rolled down his throat. His eyes darted down to the bowl and bugged out at the unmistakeable liquid. The bowl had semen in it! Isabel was feeding him her cum! Simon stopped swallowed. He tried to close his lips, causing her sticky ejaculate to run down his cheeks and over his neck. He was still too tired to fight. Isabel told him calmly, "Drink." She kept pouring until it felt like Simon was drowning in it. With no choice, his lips opened and accepted the bowl again. He struggled to swallow down the rest. So the old stories he'd heard about nomads were true. And he'd never seen so much cum before. Her massive balls weren't just for show. Isabel used the blanket to wipe his face. Simon suppressed coughing up what she'd fed him. "Why did you do that to me?" he choked out. Isabel's voice was soft and soothing as she spoke. She told him, "I haven't had the opportunity to gather or make anything with you here. You needed something warm. I did it to take care of you." Isabel very tenderly caressed his face. "I've told you my name," she stated. "Will you tell me yours?" "It's Simon," he answered gruffly. "and you didn't need to make me swallow your cum to take care of me." He was starting to feel a little stronger and so he tried to sit up on his elbows. "So what is this?" he asked. "Am I your captive?" "No," she responded. Simon sat up further. "Because you're not going to get anything in return for me." "Stop trying to exert yourself, Simon," she warned. The concern for him showing on her face, she tried to lay him back down. Her tits bounced on her chest as she did and Simon's eyes were transfixed. He began to think that if she weren't so large, and didn't have a cock of course, that he would find her pretty, beautiful even. Isabel had long black hair that ended around mid-back and smooth olive skin. She had curves and then some. Full breasts bigger each than his head and the swell past her hips led to what must have been a massive ass. But then there was the matter of that cock. Simon shuddered as he felt it press into him when Isabel held him close. "If I'm not your captive, what is this then?" he asked with a little less apprehension than before. One of Isabel's powerful legs curled over both of his. She told him, "Isn't that obvious? I'm gonna make you my fuck slave," and then she laughed. He was pretty sure she was joking. Her unclothed womanhood got thicker and throbbed against the small of his back. Pretty sure. *** Simon's eyes fluttered open. He'd fallen asleep again. But he was getting stronger bit by bit. He started to take stock of his surroundings. Simon turned his head and right next to him saw the two monster globes of Isabel's bare ass. With a sudden interest, he studied her impressive backside. Her big cheeks dug deep into the mattress. Simon blinked a few times and tried to focus his eyes. He struggled to see past her deep dark crack to her asshole. His cock hardened. Simon fought off the urge he had to scoot his head over just a few inches and start kissing the soft dough of her cheeks. He chastised himself. Remember her cock, his head told him. Look at that ass, his other head told him. A sudden jolt by Isabel ended his internal struggle. His eyes left her delectable bottom for the first time and he noticed the jerking motion of her arm. It hit Simon that she was masturbating. "Awake?" she whispered breathlessly, her hand gliding up and down her shaft. "Barely," Simon lied. He yawned and with his neck stretched up took a quick look at the action being blocked by her colossal cheeks. Isabel had a stranglehold on her cock. She gave herself generous strokes and based upon the rapidity of her breathing, Simon deduced she was closing in on her orgasm. "The result of this isn't going to turn into my next meal, right?" he asked her half-joking. "Purely recreational this time," she chuckled. "I really need it." Simon's eyes drifted back to her bottom. How could he drown the urge to run his tongue over her crack and then enter the deep space within? He caught himself before he did something stupid like touch or stroke his own aching erection. "Don't nomads take care of that problem with each other? I've heard all your kind do is fuck and sleep." "You must think I'm some kind of sexual deviant," the tone of her voice expressed her present arousal. Her big meat dripped pre-cum down her cock all the way to the floor. A moan left her lips and her thighs tensed. "You are naked next to me jerking that horse schlong you call a cock," he lobbed back at her playfully. Isabel glanced at her new companion and smiled. She took note of how much he'd improved since she first found him out cold in the snow. He seemed in good spirits and with a new ruddiness to his face. "Doesn't sound like deviance to me. It does sound a little selfish." Isabel's fingers crawled under the blanket behind her. Her warm hand found Simon's cock and closed around it. Simon jumped. He hurriedly pushed her hand away and cried out, "What the hell. Don't do that!" Isabel, in an effort to rekindle some of his earlier playfulness, giggled girlishly and tried again. Her hand darted under the blanket with Simon trying to slap it away. He flailed his legs and pushed more of the blanket between them. Simon turned away from her and loudly beat the lumpy pillow under his head. He bit his raw lips self-consciously, let a few seconds pass and then huffed, "You should really put some fucking clothes on." Still sitting on the bed next to him, Isabel stopped stroking her cock. She pulled her animal skins from under him without uttering a world. Isabel clothed herself for the cold and left him there. *** Simon woke up sometime later. He shivered under the blanket, his teeth chattering. What had been a roaring fire when he fell asleep was now cinders. He peered around the dull hut and found he was alone. Simon tried to cover himself as best he could and eventually fell into an uneasy sleep. About an hour passed before Isabel returned to her hut with a few new items she'd scavenged in the dark. The hut had become nearly the same temperature as outside. Isabel knew Simon must be freezing. She felt how cold he was and then stripped off her skins and wrapped them around him. Isabel looked at her all but dead fire and debated whether to wait for morning to start it again or not. If it were just her, she would have waited, but she knew he needed a fire. Isabel took many of the things she'd brought and used them to light it. It took a solid hour of work before the fire was revived. With the fire warming his face, Simon stirred. He looked up at Isabel who was hard at work mixing something in a bowl. He was just relieved to see her back and the fire alive again. Simon watched her naked form as she mixed. He admired how her curvy frame stayed so feminine while carrying all the strength it did on it. With just the fire crackling and the sound of wood against wood as she mixed, he asked, "That isn't cum, is it?" "No," her answer came off coldly, "and I never said it was for you." Simon understood he needed her, but also something deeper inside him was upset at himself for pissing her off. "I overreacted," he said. "I'm sorry." "Close your mouth." Simon frowned. He had hoped his apology would go over better. Then all of the sudden Isabel hovered the implement from her bowl over his face and let it drip on his lips. She gave him a mercurial look, rubbing it in from there. "Your lips haven't healed yet. This will help." "Thank you," he told her once she'd finished, rubbing his lips together. He noticed how intently his eyes had been focused on her breasts and suddenly diverted them to the fire. "I realize how good you've been to me." "Only saved your life. No big deal in the scheme of things," she told him sarcastically, but with a real hurt behind it. "I get it, "Isabel," he used her name for the first time. "Never thought I'd end up being the bigger dick after getting a look at yours." "Eat this." She brought a handful of seeds and nuts to him. "I haven't had time to collect food yet, you need to eat something to start feeling a lot better." Isabel slipped under the blanket as he devoured what she'd given him. It was Simon who initiated the contact between them. He cuddled his body up to hers. Isabel responded by quickly sweeping him up into her arms. Simon had no problem with his face being jammed between her soft tits, nor with her cock digging into his midsection. His was hard too. *** Isabel didn't know how much had time had passed before her eyes opened next. A soft suction coaxed her awake. She reveled in it for a moment, a tiny moan escaping her lips. Her eyes drifted down to Simon, his face pressed into her naked cleavage and his lips wrapped around one of her puffy nipples. His suction was so steady and gentle that she wanted to be sure he was awake. Isabel slowly withdrew her pebbly, brown nipple from his lips. She watched his eyes open a fraction and smirked as his lips sought her nipple again. "You know you won't get any milk from there," she told him chuckling. "I store that lower. Below the waist to be more exact." Simon stopped nursing and looked a bit like a cornered criminal at being caught in the act. Isabel nuzzled his head to tell him it was okay. "I couldn't help myself," he told her honestly. "Your boobs are unbelievable. Just big and soft everywhere." His mouth resumed its suction around her nipple. "You look cute there," she remarked. His lips wrapped tighter and his mouth sucked harder. Isabel rubbed her thighs together and felt her cock harden. It bumped into his already fully stiff erection. Her nipple fell from his lips. "Is it too much to think you might do that thing with my cock you were gonna do earlier before I stopped you?" He looked up, his eyes searching hers. "Yes, but I'm doing it anyway." Her hand slipped between them and clasped both of their cocks. She slowly stroked up both shafts. Hers grew to its full size and overpowered his. She focused on her dick, giving it fast strokes. Soon pre-cum was leaking from her tip and covering his dick. Simon kissed the soft flesh of her tits. He felt the weight of them on his face and then found her nipple again. Isabel's hand switched to his cock, now slick with her pre-cum, and gave him generous strokes as he sucked deep on her nipple, pulling as much of her areola into his mouth as he could. Isabel's hand on his cock felt so good. She knew just how to angle his cock, just how to massage his sensitive nerves. She knew he wouldn't last long after all the time since he must have last relieved himself. Simon licked up her chest and nibbled at her neck. His breathing loud, he slid his hands up her voluptuous body and squeezed her soft tits. He shivered with pleasure as her hand relentlessly worked to make him cum. "You really don't deserve this," Isabel's hand squeezed his shaft hard from the base all the way to the tip, "so you better cum good for me." She wedged his body between hers and the wall. With his face now squashed unremittingly into her cleavage, he could barely breath, but he didn't give a damn. "Come on," she cooed. "Cum for me. Blow your load. I wanna see it. Do it!" Simon's eyes shut tight. He moaned, squeezing Isabel's breasts firmly and feeling the cum rise through his shaft. Isabel's head ducked under the blanket and watched his cock jerk, then shoot. The first strand landed across her thighs. Isabel slipped lower on the bed. She opened her full lips wide and spit out her tongue. The rest of his load splattered over her tongue and into her mouth, with a few strands flinging across her face. She stroked him as he finished cumming with two big fists and let the last drops ooze between her fingers. A smiling Isabel emerged from under the blanket. She licked her fingers clean and gave Simon a big hug. "Now do me," she whispered with her lips catching his ear. "You?" he answered defensively, then berated himself in his head for it. Of course she meant her. The pulsing monster of nomadic shemale meat pressing into his thigh like a third leg. He took a peek under her blanket at the pre-cum dripping behemoth and audibly gulped. "Yes, me." Isabel's hot breath bathed over his neck as she spoke, "It's my turn." Simon's discomfort was palpable. "I, uh, I can't. No, I couldn't do that. I, I just can't." His face was apologetic as he looked at her. "I'm sorry." "Yeah. I get it," she said tonelessly in an attempt to mask her disappointment. "I don't mind if you do it yourself." "Good to know." Isabel rolled over and went to sleep without another word. *** The next morning Simon got up and the bed was empty. He yawned and looked aroud, then shut his eyes again. "Wake up," Isabel's voice echoed through his ears no more than a few minutes later. "The snow melted overnight. It's a lot warmer. The water's thawed. It's time you stretch your legs. Let's go wash up." She seemed content to make no mention of last night. Simon got up on his feet with a little assistance from her and they stepped outside together. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep at first contact with the fresh air. It was the first time he'd been out in days with the exception of using the bathroom. Isabel walked him to a nearby stream and cleaned his body thoroughly at the water's edge. When she'd finished, Simon sat with his feet in the water and watched Isabel bathe herself in a deeper pool of water. She whipped her hair away from her face and washed it, her tits bouncing up and down as she did. Simon's cock was stiff. He resisted the urge to stroke it. Isabel noticed how closely he was watching and splashed at him. He kicked back with his feet. It felt good to move. He would have stayed out there longer but Isabel was mindful of him not doing too much. She walked him back to her hut. They were both surprised to see a horse outside. Isabel kept them both hidden behind the brush and stubborn bits of snow which hadn't melted yet. "Do you think they're here for you?" she asked Simon. "I don't think so," he answered kind of unconvincingly. "I thought no one was looking for you!" "I don't think they are," Simon wavered. "I'm dead if they find you and me together." Isabel looked around nervously, chewing on her lip and wishing she'd taken a weapon with her. "If there are more of them, they're spread out." She weighed her options, "Stay here." Isabel got to the entrance of her hut without making a sound. Simon's stomach was churning with anxiety as he watched her. What was she going to do? Maybe if he was there too he could explain. He decided he had to try. Isabel tried to wave him back when she saw him coming. He made enough noise to alert the deaf before making it all the way to her. Isabel steeled herself for the worst after knowing Simon had lost them the drop on whoever it was. A large shemale patiently awaited them inside. Isabel dropped her fists when the two spotted each other. "Izzy!" the woman squealed. "Maddie," Isabel exhaled. "What are you doing here?" "The snow cleared enough for me to bring you some supplies," she smiled. Maddie just then noticed a smaller figure behind Isabel. She cocked her head and furrowed her brow. "Is that...". "His name is Simon. He's from the village. I found him half-frozen and had to take him here," Isabel answered the question Maddie hadn't had the time to ask yet. Upon that revelation, Simon watched the two woman share a secret argument via facial expressions with which neither seemed to win. Isabel broke their fight up with a question that Simon could actually understand, "You brought food?" "Here." Maddie tossed her a sack and then settled her attention on Simon while Isabel rifled through it. Simon took the opportunity to do the same. Maddie was a little shorter than Isabel and a little thicker. Her skin color was lighter and her hair red. Maddie's face was plump with delightfully full lips and a naughty glint in her eyes. She stepped closer and bounced her finger off of his nose. "Aren't you cute?" Isabel looked up momentarily at her friend and said sternly, "Don't even think about it." Maddie smacked her lips and circled. "Assuming the worst of me again. I was just making conversation. I can do that, you know." "Yeah, but I can't recall the last time it was just 'conversation.'" Simon's interest was piqued, unfortunately, Isabel returned her attention to the bag of supplies rather than elaborating. The moment Isabel's head was turned, Maddie blew Simon a flirty kiss which left him confused, but also a little hard. Isabel looked up and found that Simon had inched himself behind her now. "You need to eat," she stuffed his hands with food. "And you," she pointed her finger at Maddie, "you need to behave." Maddie scoffed at first, but then fessed up with a mischievous grin. "You get to have all the fun," she said. Isabel shook her head. "It's not fun taking care of him. He just takes, takes, takes--no reciprocation," she responded somewhat jokingly, but with an obvious nod to the events of last night. The two shemales watched Simon eat. He chewed a piece of dried meat silently as he heard Maddie say, "Please tell me you've done some taking of your own. Like his cherry." He paused for a second at that comment. "Stop it," Isabel elbowed her friend, "I'm not you." Maddie leaned closer to her friend and whispered, "Then let me have him. I'll be quick and leave enough for you. I promise." Simon left a portion of what Isabel had given him for her. His ears strained to listen to their whispers. Isabel spoke at a higher volume, "Go on. Get out of here, Maddie. I'll come and see you soon." "Fine," Maddie relented. "I think I'll stick around the area, though." Maddie gave a wicked wink to Simon and then strutted out. Isabel sat down next to Simon. Food quickly changed hands. Simon leaned his head back and sighed. His eyes fell to her backside. He studied its beauty again. He wondered how it could be so large and still maintain its perfect shape. "I'm sorry again for last night," he told her. She exhaled sharply and responded, "Forget it." "Do you want me to leave?" Isabel looked back at him. Simon found it impossible to read what she was thinking. "No, I want you to stay. That's what I'm most afraid of." Simon's hand reached out to her. He sat up more and rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. Unsure of how to respond, he knew he wanted to make good. He gave it a moment, smiled all of the sudden and then asked her, "Will you let me make it up to you?" "How are you going to do that?" "That thing you wanted me to do last night. The thing with your cock," he told her, "Let me do it now." Isabel chuckled. Her womanhood started to fill out, but she told him playfully, "I think you need to suffer more than that. Jerking me off is like a reward. Maybe I should get Maddie back here to give you a real punishment." She smiled at him. "Hey, wait a minute. That's overkill. She's crazy." "You don't even know the half of it," Isabel laughed. Simon looked over his companion and her large, divine body. His eyes scanned her back and looked again at her big butt. Recalling his fantasy from the first conscious night he spent there, "What if... how about I lick your ass?" Isabel displayed a seeming warmth to the proposition. But she asked him, "And that's supposed to be a punishment?" "Oh yeah," he told her jokingly. "I want to keep my tongue as far away from that great big beautiful ass as I can. Yuck. Just yuck," he told her unconvincingly and then laughed. Isabel whipped her skins off. Simon, ready to get licking, wet his lips. Isabel caught him before he could get started and crushed her lips onto his. They kissed passionately with her tongue invading his mouth. She broke the kiss with a loud smacking of lips. Simon's arms broke his fall on the bed when she let go of him. The pleasant haziness her unexpected kiss had left him in evaporated when his focus returned to the large expanse of smooth flesh which constituted her incredible bottom. Simon's lips attached to her left cheek. The dozens of kisses he dished out in a frenzy of butt love got him acquainted with the bubbly cheeks. Isabel giggled as the short stubble he'd grown since she found him brushed her cheeks. Her cock grew and grew until it stood straight out. Simon's kissing lips went back and forth between both cheeks. Then his tongue found her crack. He lavished the sensitive skin with long licks and wet kisses. Simon's face pushed into her deep crack. His tongue rolled over every beautiful inch within reach. It was heaven on Earth as he explored her backside with his face buried between her massive cheeks. His face burrowed deeper. Simon's tongue reached her pucker. He beat his tongue gently against the opening before gliding in circles around her dot. "Mmmhmm, yeah lick my hole. Kiss it. My dirty little ass-kisser," she told him with a moan. Simon pursed his lips and planted them on her hole. He kissed it loudly, in a way that sent a tickling shiver through Isabel's body. Her tiny pucker shrunk and her cheeks clamped down around his face. Simon continued to lick and kiss, his erection rubbing against her mattress. He hardened his tongue and jabbed her hole with it. Isabel's asshole unclenched enough for his tongue to begin entry. It stretched open for his tongue, which pushed in and out like he was fucking her. Practically his entire head fit between her cheeks. He couldn't get enough, as he tried to get deeper. He attached his lips to her pucker and then shoved his tongue into it as though he were french-kissing. The rough texture of her opening combined with her smooth insides gave his tongue a unique experience it had never had before. He loved it. Loved it enough to almost cum without touching his dick. "Holy fuck! That feels good..." Simon's hands grabbed the globes of Isabel's ass. He kneaded the dough of her cheeks between his fingers while knifing her hole with his tongue. He pushed her cheeks in harder around his face. But then Simon's tongue slipped lower. It happened slowly. His tongue jumped down and kept going. He kissed the soft skin there, his chin pressed into the bed. Isabel stood up. Simon chased her ass, afraid she was taking it away. Then she squatted her butt back and he saw her big swinging ball. He felt he probably shouldn't, but Simon couldn't stop himself when he caught one of her testicles between his lips and sucked it back to him. "Oh, I like that. More please." Isabel's hand reached for her womanhood. She took her shaft in her hand and started stroking. Simon's mouth pulled one of her over-sized balls into it, filling his oral cavity. The movement of his tongue around her big nut was limited due to the lack of space. He sucked on it with a loud slurp then spit it out. Simon gave her scrotum gentle kisses and then sucked deep around the other ball. He rolled his entire face around the soft skin of her sack. Simon was content with this new development when he heard Isabel's voice, "Lie down on the bed--on your back," she told him. He did as she said and then watched Isabel climb on top of him. She sat down on his chest and smiled at him. "The paste I put on your lips a few nights ago really worked. Now your lips are soft. Good for sucking on my nuts and it'll be good for sucking cock, too." Simon didn't have long to think over her statement before having her balls hefted onto his face. Isabel let out a giggle at the sudden tickle she felt from covering his face with her scrotum. After that it was all moans as Simon kissed and rubbed his lips around her big balls. He was in another world; one where hairless balls the size of ostrich eggs rolled around his face in a massive sack. Simon lifted his head for air, panting and red-faced. Her womanhood obstructed most of the view when he tried to look up at Isabel. His eyes started to focus on the object he had been trying to look past, in more ways than one. Thick and throbbing, he'd been afraid of it when they first met. But now with his mind caught up and his hard-on taking control, he could see its size and its power as merits. Her cock wasn't the blemish on a beautiful woman, but one of the things which made her beautiful. Simon reached out. He took her shaft in his hand and felt the warmth emanating from it. He wanted to see Isabel's reaction, but he couldn't tear his eyes from her cock. Simon's lips brushed along her long length until reaching the tip. He touched the head to his lips and it left him a gift in the form of a dollop of pre-cum. Simon pulled the small glob into his mouth and swallowed. "Suck it." Isabel grabbed her thick tube and pressed it to his lips. "Make me feel good." Simon needed no further encouragement as his mouth opened wide to accept her girth. She thrust her hips forward and sent her womanhood into the soft warmth of his mouth. The intense pleasure of entering his mouth hit her all at once. "Ummmm oooooh," she moaned. Simon found himself caught off-guard at first by what the sheer size of her cock would feel like. His lips stretched wide around her pulsing shaft. His tongue flattened hard against the floor of his mouth like a carpet for her cock to slide deeper on. Simon's throat made noises muffled by her penis as it threatened his gag reflex. He felt a tear running down his cheek. His eyes opened up to Isabel's looking down at him. Her dick stopped moving in his mouth and she said told, "You're doing good. Your mouth is fucking great. Move your tongue around my cock for me." The tip of her dick bumped the opening of his throat. Simon kept a gag in check while she sawed her womanhood in and out of his mouth, ending up pressed to his throat harder each time. Her mushroom pushed into his throat slowly. "Don't choke," she told him. "Relax for me. You don't know how good this feels..." her voice trailed off. Isabel looked down at him with support in her eyes, and then her eyes closed in reaction to the new bliss of his throat. "So tight," she said. "Swallow my cock." More of her cock slipped between his lips. Centimeter by centimeter, it advanced down his throat. Isabel's strong hands wrapped around the sides of his head as only the last few inches of her big prick weren't buried in his mouth. She started to grind her cock in his throat, moaning as she did. Simon blinked away a few more tears. A new comfort set in, he concentrated himself on bringing her the pleasure she deserved. His tongue lapped at the underside of her cock. Isabel humped his face for some time, bringing her close to orgasm. The sensitive nerves tracing her shaft and large mushroom head were inundated with the pleasure of his mouth and throat. Simon looked up and saw her head rolled back. With one final thrust, deeper down his throat than ever before, she gave in to the need. Simon could feel her legs shake around him. The powerful woman sitting on his chest was so enraptured by his sucking mouth and her impending orgasm that she looked like she might explode. In that split second, Simon became more afraid that he'd ever been. The second when he realized she was going to explode... in his mouth. "Simon! Oh fuck your little mouth. Fuck it. Making me CUM! Swallow it. Swallow it!" her urgent cries came attached to moans. Isabel screamed out at the same moment his mouth filled with hot, sticky liquid. Nothing had prepared him for burning hot shots of ejaculate shooting down his throat faster than he could swallow. He tried to keep up as her balls emptied down his throat. Isabel fucked his face with quick, short strokes. Her body suddenly sweaty, she pushed out every drop. Her load was enormous. The product of going so long without ejaculating and perhaps the quality of pleasure she had just received. Semen continued to scale her shaft and pump from her tip straight to his stomach. She continued to shoot for what felt like ages. By the time it was over, Simon's throat was so sore he could barely swallow anymore. Isabel retrieved her messy rod from his mouth and let him catch his breath. She could only wait so long before collapsing down on top of him. Her limp cock laid between his thighs, her tits spilled down around his neck. Isabel covered his face in kisses and then planted her lips on his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. Then their kiss broke, Simon still breathing heavily. Commenting on the quality of her own cum from his mouth, she spoke, "Tastes delicious." The two of them broke into laughter. "You're a natural at that! Fuck it felt good. I'm so proud of you," she kissed him again. "I liked it too." He closed his eyes as Isabel nibbled on his neck. "I like that you liked it." She licked the length of his jawline. "You make me happy." "Blow jobs make you happy," he chuckled. Isabel gave his nipple a teasing pinch and said, "I've had blow jobs before. You make me happy." She ran her nails across his chest affectionately. "I'm glad you're here. You're a nomad now. No going back." Simon's eyes opened a little wider. He thought about what she'd said. Meanwhile, Isabel's hand clutched his dick and stroked it. "What do we have here?" she giggled. "Maybe he should be sucked? Or stuck between my titties. What do you think?" His head was reeling from what she'd said about him being a nomad. He swallowed hard. "I think we should sleep," he said. Isabel's smiling face turned into one of concern. She felt his head and then said, "Maybe you do need more rest. Yeah," she convinced herself. Isabel kissed him again. She pulled his head into her cleavage and let it rest there. Simon's eyes stayed open. He studied the dirty ceiling as her words cycled through his brain. *** A softness enveloped Simon's cock. It was the next morning when his eyes next opened. He looked down at Isabel's breasts smothering his erection. "Good morning," she told him. Without giving it a thought, his cock started to fuck her boobs with short thrusts. "Your tits... gorgeous and soft." "Mmmhmm. Good for fucking," she said proudly. "I owe it to you after last night. My cock has stayed hard since." His hips stopped humping. Simon reached out and plucked one of her nipples. He didn't look her in the eyes, "You don't owe me anything. You saved my me. But...," he paused, "I'm not a nomad, Isabel. I'm not." "What do you mean?" she asked, with worry about what he was getting at. He didn't know how to word it, especially not after what they'd shared the night before. He tried to stave off his anxiety by biting his lip til it hurt, "I don't know the first thing about living out here. I don't belong here. That didn't change last night. I have to go back." "You have to go back," she repeated his words as though to the side of her brain which didn't believe it.. Isabel pulled her body off his and reached for the blanket. "You can't. You don't have to know how to live out here. I do and I'll take care of you." Simon avoided all eye contact. He played with his fingers anxiously. "You think I can just stay here with you forever? There are people back home that care about me. They, they don't even know I'm alive." The hair on the back of Isabel's neck stood up. Her voice got more heated, "You said no one was looking for you. They would have looked if they'd cared! I'm the one who found you. You'd be dead if I hadn't!" "I know. I know," his voice came out soft and conciliatory. "I'm sorry." "How are you even going to get back? It's not walking distance and you don't have a horse!" She seemed to get angrier, "Bringing this up now. You couldn't care for me at all." Isabel pushed her fists into the bed. "I could make you stay!" she howled. "But you won't," he was able to look up at her for the first time, his eyes red. He told her, "The first thing you told me was I'm not your captive." Isabel huffed and growled. She felt used. She wanted to unleash on him, but she stopped herself. Isabel got dressed and told him, "I'm going for a walk." She stormed out, leaving Simon alone on the bed with his excuses and his doubts. *** It was over an hour before Isabel returned. Simon had barely moved in that time. She walked through the entrance with Maddie in tow. His heart beat faster when Maddie glanced toward him. She looked at him like a piece of meat she was weighing and prodding in her mind. Isabel, meanwhile, wouldn't look at him. "Can we talk?" he turned toward the large woman who'd saved his life. Isabel kicked the cool bricks from her fire and told him with a new detachment, "Maddie has the only horse for miles. Since you want to get back to your village so badly, she's willing to make a trade." Simon didn't quite know what to say. He looked up at Maddie and pushed his wariness of her to the back burner so that he could tell her, "Thank you so much. This means a lot." "You don't have to thank me. You're going to earn it, baby." She gave him a big horny grin. Isabel cut in, "I told Maddie how badly you wanted to go home. I made the deal with her for you." "Yeah," Maddie started to inch closer to where Simon sat, clothed in only the blanket on the bed. To his horror, Maddie's cock started to stretch out her skirt. "Your ass for my horse, baby." "Wait, wait!" he wailed. "I didn't agree to that." Simon scooted back until he smacked up against the wall of the hut. Maddie continued to move closer. She had the look of an animal as it licks its chops watching its prey. "Wait. Come on," he pleaded. Maddie's knee dropped on the bed, first one then the other. Her big, plump body cast a shadow over his cowering one. "You'll get the horse, but I don't think you'll want to ride it for a few weeks--or months after this. You're gonna be in worse shape than when Izzy found you, and with a hole that won't stop gaping." "Is...Isabel. Please!" he cried for her desperately as the massive bulge in Maddie's skirt hovered over his shrunken, terrified frame. Isabel sighed. She'd resigned herself to leaving him to this fate. He wanted out and here was a way. But looking at his pitiful face, she couldn't go through with it. "Stop," she told her friend. Maddie gave Isabel a curious gaze. "I know the deal we made, but forget about him." Isabel walked over and put her arm around her friend. "He'll just cry and ruin the mood. Let's you and me have fun." She kissed Maddie deep with the slack-jawed Simon looking on. "Well, okay." The two kissed again, their tongues twisting around. Simon was a little afraid to interject. He asked, "What, what should I do?" Isabel broke her kiss with Maddie calmly. "You get the hell out of here. Take Maddie's horse and go." Simon pulled himself off the bed. He quietly gathered his original clothing and then glanced at Isabel, who went back to mauling her friend's mouth. He slipped outside and breathed in the cold air. Simon gave Maddie's horse a little pat and then hopped up on it. His eyes turned back and fixed on the hut, then he rode off. Meanwhile, Maddie started to kiss Isabel's neck. She rubbed her big tits into her friend's shoulder. "What were you saying about the fun we're gonna have?" Isabel responded by unceremoniously pushing her friend off. Maddie frowned, realizing she'd just given up her horse and Simon's ass for nothing. Simon hadn't anticipated that finding his way back to the village would be so difficult. Days passed as he seemed to go in circles. His stomach ached with hunger. Finally Maddie's horse wouldn't ride anymore. He abandoned it and kept going on foot. His mind turned more and more to Isabel. By day three, he was hallucinating that she had found him again. Isabel would scoop him up and return him to the safety and comfort of her hut. Simon began to curse himself for ever leaving. Then in the early dawn hours of the fourth day he was spotted by a military unit from his village. They recognized his clothing and took him in. Simon was beside himself with joy as he sat down by the fire with his first proper meal. None of them could believe he'd spent over a week outside of the village alone and lived to tell about it. The commander sat down across the fire from him. He casually made conversation, "It's a miracle you survived. I wouldn't have thought it possible. I would've figured the savages had gotten you by now." Attacking his second helping of beef and potatoes, Simon looked up at the commander with an unease. He'd omitted any reference to the nomads until now. "One of them did help me a little bit." "What was that?" the commander leaned in, his battle-worn face illuminated by the fire. "There was one of the, the savages. She found me. Helped me get back on my feet. Nothing much." Simon tried to not make it seem like a big deal, but he couldn't stop from fidgeting. "Savages don't 'help' anyone. They're evil, evil monsters. Remember that, boy." The commander shrugged his shoulders and seemed ready to drop the conversation. Simon looked at the fire, jogging his memory of the one Isabel had built for him when he needed it most. "She wasn't evil," he remarked. "She was nice. Good." That's when the commander became irate. "Savage lover!" he called Simon as they started to argue. "You're one of them," he accused, glaring at Simon. The commander made it clear that Simon didn't belong back at the village and he was never to return. The military unit made him leave with no horse, no food or water. Simon found himself walking again. This time aimlessly. Simon told himself he deserved this. He was homesick--this time for the home he'd shared with Isabel. He considered retracing his steps. Would she want him back? Why would she, he wondered. That night he fell asleep beside some brush. Simon was cold and uncomfortable, but exhausted enough that he nodded off quickly. Thinking of Isabel moments before drifting off, "I've got to find Isabel," he repeated aloud to no one and nothing in particular. *** A hand touched Simon's shoulder the next morning. It turned him on his side. The hand was large and reminded him of Isabel's. "Is...Isabel?" He blinked a few times and then looked up at a big blonde. She was a nomad all right, but not Isabel. "How do you know Isabel's name?" the big blonde asked him skeptically. "I, I'm one of you. I'm a savage--err nomad!" he blurted out hastily. "Please take me to Isabel." "You're not a nomad," she laughed. "I need to find Isabel. She took me in. Please." Simon pleaded with the large woman. The big blonde gave him a ration of food and water which disappeared quickly. She lifted him roughly, agreeing to take him to Isabel. The nomads were meeting to discuss their next move, she explained. Simon suspected by the way the big blonde looked at him that she was helping him so she could have first dibs once Isabel didn't claim him. They walked for a while before Simon could see the smoke from the nomad's meeting place. Another fifteen minutes of walking and he could see see rows of tents in the distance. He sped up, intent on finding Isabel. The big blonde grabbed him by the shoulder, "You're not getting away that easy. We're gonna find Isabel together and if she don't know you..." the large blonde didn't need to finish that sentence. She and Simon passed dozens of shemales and a few nomad males, attached to their shemale counterparts at the hip like Simon was. Then he saw Maddie, and more importantly, she saw him. Maddie galloped over. "Didn't expect to see you again," she said, grinning. "You know him? Says he's with Isabel," the nomad holding his shoulder said. "I'll take him from here," Maddie waved off the big blonde, grabbing Simon's shoulder herself. "You screwed me out of a horse and a fuck," she whispered to him, "but Maddie's gonna forgive you, baby." "I just want to see Isabel," Simon started to say as Maddie dragged him to a more secluded area. "There are a few things I want to see and do first," Maddie laughed. "Let's forget about Izzy for a little while and concentrate on us." Her hand slipped down his back. "Oh baby, Maddie's so fucking horny. Get your little booty ready. I won't do you too bad as long as you don't fight. On second thought, do fight." Maddie licked her plump lips. Simon started to hyperventilate. "Simon?" Isabel's voice called out. Both Maddie and Simon were equally surprised when they turned their heads and saw her standing there. "Isabel!" Simon cried. "Rotten fucking luck! How'd you know we were here?" Maddie asked, exasperated. "Tiffany told me someone was looking for me. I didn't know it was Simon," Isabel seemed jarred by the discovery. "I swear, I am going to kill that cunt this time." Maddie stomped her feet in the grass. "No need," Isabel told her friend. She paused, stared at Simon and then finished, "Do what you were going to before I interrupted." "Isabel! Come on. I never went back to the village. Please! I want to be with you. Why can't we just pretend like--" "Stop!" she screamed at him, near tears. But then Isabel looked down at his pitiful expression and hers started to soften. She realized it was going to be nearly impossible to stay mad. He was back. That had to count for something. Isabel bent down and caressed his cheek. She told him, "Do what Maddie says." She then pulled Maddie aside. Simon observed as whatever Isabel had said put a damper on Maddie's mood. But she was cheerful again at the end of the conversation. Isabel walked off afterwards, leaving them alone. Maddie smiled at him and said, "Time to make Maddie a very happy girl. Remember Izzy told you to do whatever she says." Maddie turned his head toward her and looked him in the eye, "You wouldn't want me to report back to Izzy that you were uncooperative. But I'd keep it between us if you wanted to disobey a little," she winked at him. Simon wanted to tell her off. He wanted to try to make a run for it. None of that was in the cards, though. Isabel told him to listen to her, and he wasn't in the business of disappointing Isabel. Not anymore. "Do whatever you're gonna do," he said despondently. Maddie pulled his face against the bulge in her skirt. He felt her thick monster crushing his face. Simon sputtered, watching the delight on Maddie's face. "Girls talk, you know," Maddie started to say, "and Izzy told me you suck a mean cock. My cock could use a good suck." She let go of his head. Maddie pushed her skirt down her thick thighs and let her womanhood spring free. His eyes studied her cock, Simon felt an involuntarily shiver. It was already nearly hard. It was rough and monstrous. Amazingly, it was thicker than Isabel's, but with less length. Her shaft was covered in veins and her tip was a dark pink shade. Simon could smell it. Sweat and cum. He wanted to look away from the monster, but his eyes wouldn't budge. His cock was hard as a rock. "Open wide for Maddie and keep your teeth away unless you want this a lot worse," she warned him. Simon took a deep breath. He stretched his mouth open. The large, thick woman interlocked her fingers behind the back of his head. She pushed the massive pink head of her womanhood past his soft lips with a deep moan. His mouth stretched even wider. Maddie kept pushing, sliding her cock deep. Simon's hands feebly pressed against her thighs, attempting to slow her. It didn't work. Her womanhood forced its way into his throat. He blinked off tears and swallowed hard around it. Maddie only stopped when his lips hit the base of her cock. She would have accepted nothing less than him taking every single inch of it. "That's good, baby," she cooed. "Take all of Maddie's cock. Suck that dick!" Maddie withdrew her womanhood until only the crown was enveloped by his mouth. Simon sucked, at first gingerly, on her tip. A few seconds ticked by. He was becoming more turned on. Simon started to suck like a vacuum, with the wet walls of his mouth clamping down around her mushroom. He started to get used to it. That's when Maddie drove her womanhood back down his throat with one powerful thrust. His eyes bugged open and he gagged, but she wouldn't release her hold on the back of his head. "Didn't think I was gonna let you off that easy? With a nice little suck on my tip?" she laughed. "No! Maddie's gonna fuck your pretty face, baby." Simon's involuntary attempts to expel her cock just made the experience more pleasurable for her. He was helpless as her thick tube barreled in and out of his mouth. Maddie entered a groove, her perfectly timed thrusts fucking his mouth like it would any other hole. "Take this cock," she muttered. "Take it just like Izzy told you to. Your mouth is mine!" Maddie needed this badly. Her moans came out almost like screams. They revealed the extent of the pleasure she was receiving. Simon was helpless, his head whipping back and forth on her cock. Pre-cum squirted from her tip in gushes which shot to the back of his throat. His eyes happened to fall upon some nomads watching them. A small crowd had gathered. Simon's red face blushed even more. Maddie's stance over Simon's body as she face-fucked him showed off her dominance for all of them to see. She fucked his throat for her own pleasure and without mercy. Worst of all, a part of him enjoyed it. Simon wanted it to be Isabel's cock, but he'd have sucked a dozen more if that's what Isabel had told him to do. "Mmmm, baby. Maddie needs to cum. Swallow Maddie's cum. Good cock suckers swallow." Maddie's womanhood seemed to swell thicker between his lips. He sucked her feverishly, her thrusting beginning to stall with an orgasm nearing. "Izzy wants you to be my good cock sucker." Maddie's cock buried down Simon's throat with a violent thrust. She threw her head back and roared with pleasure. Jets of hot cum exploded from her tip. Simon's throat constricted with desperate swallows. He devoured her load. Maddie surveyed his obedient sucking with a self-satisfied expression. She pulled her womanhood, still ejaculating, from his lips. Maddie gave her sticky shaft a number of pumps and painted his face with semen. Simon caught his breath in the grass as Maddie cleaned her dick off on his shirt. She grinned at the impressed crowd. A few of the other nomads were stroking their cocks with the intention of getting their turn. "He's Isabel's. I got permission," Maddie quickly told the crowd of horny shemales. Simon was busy wiping cum from his face and swallowing down the last of her load, but being called Isabel's still managed to make him smile. *** With everyone dispersing, Simon got back up on his feet. He became cognizant of his knees stinging from having to kneel on the ground. His face was still sticky. He spotted fresh water and started to wash. Simon stripped off his clothing and stepped into the water. He turned quickly when he felt a hand on his shoulder, worrying one of the other nomads had seen him bathing and been tempted. This time it was Isabel. "Isabel... hi," he said lamely. "She got it all over your face," Isabel remarked. "Sit down." She started to wash him. He was content to close his eyes and let her warm, soft hands lather his body. Simon's penis grew. He purred when her hand reached it. Neither of them said anything from the time she began until Isabel asked him, "How come you never went back to your village?" Simon's eyes opened. He looked up at the beautiful nomad and answered, "I got picked up by some villagers first. Ended up telling them that you helped me. They said I couldn't come back with them. But..." Simon's hand reached out to her as she finished washing him, "I didn't want to by that point." Isabel's eyes looked into his. She had a bit of a smile as she asked, "Are you sorry for leaving?" "Very much. I was happy with you. I shouldn't try to mess with happy." Simon's eyes closed as she kissed him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth with her hands cradling his head. Isabel licked her lips after the kiss broke. Commenting on the remnants of Maddie's cum both could taste, "Doesn't taste as delicious as mine, huh?" she said with a smile. "No! Definitely not," he laughed. She kissed him again, her tongue entwining with his. Isabel rubbed and groped him. They reacquainted themselves to the other's body. "Come with me to my tent," she traced around the edge of his ear with her tongue. "Maddie doesn't mind fucking anywhere. The more the merrier with her. I'm a little more private." Isabel rubbed her forehead to his, then picked him up and led him by the hand to her tent. They slipped inside and resumed their passionate kissing. Simon hadn't clothed himself yet. And it didn't look like he would need to after seeing Isabel discard hers. Both displayed a hunger in their eyes. Simon's followed her wonderful curves. "You're so beautiful," he remarked. Isabel sat him down on her makeshift bed. She spit in her hand and covered her womanhood with it. Isabel spoke with a haste and a need in her voice, "Are you ready for this?" She ran her hands admiringly over his rear end. Isabel spread and kneaded his butt cheeks with a pleased smile. Simon stared into her eyes, "Yes, I am." "Good," Isabel lifted his skinny legs onto her strong shoulders, "I sure as hell am." She was going to fuck him. As with everything since he'd first met Isabel, it made him feel scared and incredibly turned on. She crushed her lips onto his, lining her womanhood up with his asshole at the same time. "And so you know..." her over-sized mushroom head pressured his tiny opening, "I'm really glad you're back." Her dick slowly pushed past his sphincter. Simon's eyes opened wider. He mumbled something incomprehensible. Isabel's aching tip thoroughly enjoyed the friction from his never before disturbed insides. Simon felt a loss of control over his body. He laid back and groaned as Isabel deflowered his asshole. He gritted his teeth, his hands latched onto her tits. Isabel was tentative. She didn't want to hurt him and it showed. Her cock slid at a slow pace inside him. She was insistent nonetheless and didn't stop until every thick inch made it inside. "Grind your hips against me. You're so tight. You need to get used to my cock first," she dictated to him with a grunt. Simon followed her lead. He whimpered, his butt squeezing and pushing on her cock. Isabel's eyes shut, she hung over his body and took in all this pleasurable experience had to offer. His hole was so small. It felt made for fucking. Isabel knew she was just the one to do it. So she opened her eyes and slowly pulled out until only a few inches were left inside him. "Hold onto me," were her words when she drove back in. "Mmmmhhh ohhh..." Simon whimpered. He clutched her big breasts for dear life. He could feel just how powerful her thick tube was as his insides spasmed around it. Isabel used the right amount of restraint at first. Her thrusts weren't violent or painful. That restraint didn't last long. Her deep need couldn't be ignored. She kicked her thrusts into the next gear. Simon's soft inner walls clung wetly to her pole. Isabel really started to give it to him. The truth was she'd never had an ass so tight. Taking his virginity was shaping up to be everything she thought it would be and more. "Hold onto me tighter!" she demanded. Isabel's cock was now snapping in and out of him at a fierce pace. Simon's arms wrapped around her broad back and his legs moved to her waist. He held on tight like she'd demanded. Simon could feel a new sensation. Her womanhood caressed a spot deep inside of him. It made his own cock stand up straight and hard like an iron bar. He wanted more of it. Simon bucked his ass back on her pumping cock after each thrust. "Oh... oh shit! Isabel. Ooooh fuck! Isabel!" he wailed. She responded by scrunching her long torso down and finding his lips. They kissed hungrily, tongues ablaze. Her thrusts were so powerful that he had to stop himself from biting down on her tongue. Isabel groaned into his mouth. Sweat glistened on her brow. Isabel's orgasm was drawing near. Waves of pleasure pierced through her body. She looked down at her little companion as her fucking caused him to thrash under her. But he held on tight, just like she'd told him. Her womanhood plunged his opening with a formidable mix of speed and power. An onlooker might have found it graceful. They didn't want any onlookers, though. That's why they returned to her tent. This experience was for them and them alone. Isabel's body crashed into his, her sweaty tits spilling all over his face. "I'm going to fill your hole with my cream. Fuck! I'm gonna cum sooooo good for you," she groaned. Isabel breasts blurred as they bounced on her chest. Simon didn't know if it was from the speed she used to fuck him or his own orgasm impeding his vision. They were the last thing he saw as his eyes shut tight after that. Simon's body tensed. His insides closed like a clamp on her cock. A mad rush of semen ran up his shaft and spilled out between their bodies. He cried in pleasure and came the hardest of his life. Isabel's womanhood pulsed inside him. Her balls felt so full. She knew she didn't have long before the urge to cum would be too much. Isabel drove into him with a new purpose, and with much less grace now. She needed to cum. Needed to rid her overflowing balls of their contents and receive all the pleasure that entailed. "Cum in me," his voice was soft at first. "Do it. Fill me," he begged her. "Fucking fill my ass with CUM!" Simon finally screamed. The orgasm Isabel experienced was so powerful that she didn't know if the beads of water flowing down her face were sweat or tears. She used up every ounce of strength her powerful legs could muster on her last thrusts. She buried her stiff rod as far as it would go. Her back arched. Isabel's womanhood lurched inside him and then exploded. "I'm gonna! Simon..! I'm CUMMING!" Thick globs of ejaculate spewed from her tip and filled him. Massive blasts of cum shot one after another. Simon rubbed his face into her soft tits as she doused his insides. Her womanhood was so deep. He could feel every throbbing inch of it. Isabel's body went limp. She collapsed on top of her lover, her cock still painting his insides. Isabel's balls continued to empty. She smiled down at Simon and kissed him when it began to subside. They cuddled each other in after-orgasm bliss. "So this means you're staying?" she giggled. "Oh yeah," he answered. "Good." Isabel held her companion, remembering how helpless and alone he'd been when she first found him. She'd been alone, too. But now they had each other. "Oh," Isabel smiled, "I sort of promised Maddie we'd have a threesome tomorrow. I could always get out of it. Might be fun, though." "I thought you were a little more private than that?" Simon said with a twinkle in his eye. "I am. It's just Maddie!" Isabel's voice lowered to a husky whisper, "Maddie and I make a good team. She likes to do some naughty, oh so naughty things together. I do too if you're up for them. What do you say?"
DATE OF PUBLISHING
26-FEB-2013
SOURCE LINK
https://www.literotica.com/s/found-by-a-nomadic-shemale