The Island, Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 5

... stripper pole, she began riding up and down my dick, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her leg muscles stood in sharp relief as they controlled her motion, and I watched them with pleasure as they worked under her smooth skin. Her body was a perfect organic machine, built for sex and sculpted like a work of art. She was sweating and panting now, biting her lip. Her eyes closed and she picked up the pace of her thrusting, driving her pelvis toward mine and impaling herself on my erection over and over, nearing her climax. I closed my eyes and held off as long as I could, not wanting to deny her her release, but she was too good, and I was losing control. Suddenly she began convulsing, making a keening noise as her muscular vaginal walls began contracting around my penis, drawing my semen out of me like a vacuum. I painted her pussy walls with jets of cum, my hips bucking uncontrollably in the throes of a monster orgasm. Slowly we came down off our sexual high, and I caught her in my arms as her trembling legs finally gave way. She curled into me, purring delight, and I rolled onto my side. We stayed like that for a few minutes, aftershocks of pleasure rocking us as her pussy slowly finished twitching and squeezing, and my cock gave a last few halfhearted ejaculations into her velvet tunnel. She kissed me tenderly, her hands around my head and twined in my hair. “You are amazing!” I marveled. She chuckled. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey. There are a lot more things I want to do with you. And it looks like we are going to have a lot of time to kill on this island. So buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.” To be continued....