The Island, Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 5

... your conditions without reservation.” She grinned and threw herself into my arms. Our lips and tongues met each other in a searing kiss. My prick was waking up again, and by the time she started sucking on my tongue like it was a baby bottle, it was threatening to tear right out of my pants. I was sure she could feel its rigid head pressed into her belly, because she began grinding up against it, driving me into a frenzy of lust. After just enough stimulation to get my head spinning she pulled away and ran off in to the trees laughing. “Shit!” I yelled in frustration, taking off after her. She seemed to be following a game trail through the underbrush, and I ran as fast as I could with hard-on the size of Texas, trying to catch up. After a few dozen steps I spied a white object on the ground. I bent to snatch it up as I passed, realizing it was her T-shirt. A few paces further I picked up her shorts. The little tease was running through the jungle buck naked! The thought spurred me onward. I emerged into a grassy clearing to find a deliciously unclothed Janie reclining in the middle, her nude glory shimmering in the morning sunshine. I puffed my way over to her and plopped down next to her, my legs pointed in the opposite direction from hers, with our faces inches apart. She laughed. “You’re slipping, Master Connor. I can outrun you. And I’m a lowly third degree. You’re the 4th Dan--you should be the faster one. Maybe you need more workouts.” “It’s hard to run with a ...

... massive boner,” I groused. “Plus, you took me by surprise.” I leered at her. “If you want a workout, I’ve got one right here for you!” I said, grabbing my crotch. I eyed her gorgeous body. She was about 5’5”, with a slim, almost boyish figure. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore an impish grin on her face. Her small, high breasts were perky and firm, with big, puffy areolae and nipples that jutted out like two rose-colored cones. Her belly was flat and sported a tight six-pack that would be the envy of any body builder. Beyond those board-like abs she had a neatly trimmed strip of thick brunette curls covering her sex. Her legs were firm and toned, with amazing muscle definition. Even her strong but delicate feet were sexy. She gave me a leer of her own. “Massive boner, huh? I think I should be the judge of that.” I slowly slid my pants off, releasing the one-eyed wonder worm for her viewing pleasure. The warm sunshine felt good on my pulsating cock, and clear beads of precum were already leaking from the engorged head. “Nice!” she said, “But I’m going to need a little closer inspection to make a fair comparison.” With that she sprang at me, knocking me on my back. She knelt over my chest, facing my feet, with her shins pressing my arms into the ground, pinning me. Her pubes briefly tickled my chest, then she bent over to reach my cock, her ass rising in the air to hover over my upturned face. Her small hand wrapped around my swollen member, and I felt a ...