POV - Kylie

He was a pitiful, helpless sight; a pale shadow of the strong hero who had, just hours beforehand, gripped me in his firm hold beneath the sea in that passionate lovers embrace. I stroked his face and brushed the hair out of his half-closed eyes. He turned his head towards my hand and kissed it. “I knew you’d come for me,” he whispered, “Just like you always do.” I sat him up and gave him two strong painkillers and told him to swallow them. He looked at them in his hand and then at me, grimacing. “I can’t take tablets without water,” he complained, with a pained expression that made him look more like a schoolboy than a grown man. I looked at him in disbelief. Then I sighed and reaching into my back-pack, I brought out a bottle of water. “Here,” I said, “you big baby,” as I gave it to him. He took his tablets, like the good boy that he really was; like the good little brother that had haunted me throughout my youth. I peeled his t-shirt off him as gently as I could, while he kept going “ouch!” every time I touched a bit of him that hurt. I lay him back down and could see where the side of his torso was covered in red blotches where, even through his t-shirt, he had been stung quite badly. His lightly hairy chest heaved and strained; his breathing wasn’t right either. It was probably the shock; extreme shock – and pain. He’d probably been stung through his shorts too, I realized, as he lay there, moaning and groaning, coughing and still in agony. I looked down at his bare tummy, tender and exposed and quivering with pain; but my hard-on got harder, as I gazed at the “treasure-trail” of black hairs that led from his navel down to his waist, where the top of his briefs showed just above his shorts. Kneeling across him, I looked once again at those wet, tightly clinging, bulging blue shorts and I sighed. “This is how it always is,” I said to myself, as I leaned across and undid his belt and top button. As his waistband fell open, it revealed the top of a pair of Diesel briefs which, as I released the next button of his flies, revealed themselves to be in broad nautical blue and white stripes. The tits line of his flies followed a hard, curving bulge over his manhood, still tightly contained out of sight. But in order to open the remaining buttons, I now had to press my hand firmly against his bulge to release the pressure on each button. As I did so, with each button that was released, his bulge seemed to inflate, growing harder as I went on, until finally, it was fully inflated and released from teen the clinging wet prison of his blue designer shorts. Pulling blowjob carefully on each leg of his shorts, I slid them down his legs, inevitably dragging them over the painful red sores which I couldn’t yet see down his one leg. He yelled out in pain as I did so, but at the same time, he helped me by lifting his butt off the towel. As I finally pulled his shorts over his feet, he gave a sigh of relief and lay back. He lay there before me, legs slightly apart and arms by his sides on my beach towel, naked but for his nautical blue and white striped Diesel briefs. My cock was now oozing pre-cum into my own underwear but I was trying not to think about it. I had read once that, unlike jellyfish stings, you shouldn’t use fresh water on Man-o’-War stings; seawater was better. So I looked around, scratching my head for inspiration. Then I remembered. I grabbed my plastic sandwich-box from my bag and filled it with seawater, which I then used with a handkerchief to bathe his wounds. As I gently dabbed and bathed his sores, he softly groaned and sighed. “It got me down the back of my leg too,” he murmured, “and on the bum. It was trying to wrap itself around me, until I managed to pull it off me and get away.” He held up his other hand to show me the red sores where he had grabbed at its tentacles in cumshot the water. I bathed it and checked it was clear of barbs; then I kissed it. “You’d better roll over then,” I said, “so I can do that side too.” I gently rolled him over and saw where doggystyle the welts ran round his midriff to the waist of his briefs; and then from below his briefs, all down the back of one leg. I fetched more seawater and continued bathing his sores. “How does it feel, Baby?” She asked. He held his fingers there for a moment doggystyle then pulled them out. Even if you hated me, at least you hated me as a person, but now you don’t even hate me anymore.” The tears dripped freely from her eyes, “I wish I teen could take it back. Turning on the toy I still had I began teasing her arsehole with it making her moan and groan. Thought you would never ask. PS – For my non-American readers the one hundred dollar bill has the picture of Benjamin Franklin on it, the one dollar bill has the picture of George Washington . She had a flat belly, her fingers playing cumshot with her sky-blue panties. I am starting to feel strange. END OF STORY “Yeah go for it, shower is upstairs” Kevin said as he regained his composure on the couch. I absolutely couldn't take it anymore I pulled My tongue away from her. Not quite the lorelai record, but a pretty good effort. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clit to her ass again. “Sure, which one would you like try first?” Jim said. As James' body and soul waged war with one another, ceaseless pain continued to assault his senses. This one wouldn't object to anything that was done to her now. Everyone nodded in unison but to be honest if you'd told us all to assassinate the Queen we would of all nodded. “Oh my God, do you blowjob always lounge around here topless? Why were you spying on tits us?" - Yes. Then like before, Bully abruptly stopped eating her out and jumped up onto the bed.