The spell comes to an abrupt end...does it?

When Marina wakes up the next day, it's already light in the room. Tired she lolls and stretches in bed and thinks about what she should do on Sunday. She wonders about the taste in her slightly rough mouth and the slight burning of her treasure chest. She grabs her labia with her hand and is suddenly wide awake.

Everything is wet! Her fingers feel a white, lumpy liquid that comes out in large quantities between her slightly swollen labia. She now remembers what happened last night, the caresses of David, the incredible actions that he and his friends did with her...yes, her own submission to the feelings and climaxes she experienced.

A previously unknown warmth spreads through her body, a tingling and pulling sensation runs through her taut stomach. Her breasts suddenly feel plump and full and her nipples come out hard like little pins rubbing against the bedspread. Longing for what she has experienced lets her fingers again penetrate between the labia and continue to irritate them with pushing movements.

As if struck by lightning she jumps out of bed and looks for her nightdress, it is still wet and stained with the sperm David has wiped off her body. Suddenly she can remember everything.

She turns completely pale when she sees the vast amounts of sperm on her finger coming out of her swollen, still slightly open cleft. Quickly, she runs to the bathroom, looks for her calendar to see how far along she is in her cycle. She feels quite queasy when she realizes that the time of her last period was probably two weeks ago...What should she do now?

First of all quickly rinse everything out...so Marina tries to wash herself out in the shower. More and more of the viscid sperm is taken out by the fingers penetrating into her cleft, but it flows more and more and the tingling and longing in her cleft does not get any smaller. She has to pull herself together when she sees in her thoughts the pictures of the black erect cocks in front of her, cocks that she sucked, that abused her mouth, whose sperm she swallowed, and how she was pushed, at least by David's monster, deep into her innermost being and how after the experienced unbelievable orgasm any further memory is completely gone.

She cannot understand how she could get so much satisfaction and pleasure from this dominant behaviour of the four black men, when she was partly abused as a pure object of lust. She still feels like first David and then all the others have used her head on their black cocks.. up and down, her mouth, her throat for their own pleasure.

But even more frightening is the idea that she herself had the highest feelings of lust when the cocks exploded in her sucking mouth, and she being used like a vessel for the warm sperm to escape. Even the memory of the taste makes her involuntarily purse the lips and moan.

And then David squirts all his hot juice into my unprotected pussy, I let it happen...and now I am in big problems!

What happened yesterday must not be repeated, I am not a bitch, Marina says to herself, and what we did then, I have never done before and my reaction to it is completely incomprehensible to me.

What must David and his friends think of me? I can't face them anymore. What do I do?

I need to talk to David. I'll go over to his room.