The Island, Chapter 18 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 18

... mounds sat high on her chest, the tan areolae making tight cones on their tips, the tiny nipples diamond hard. I gently caressed the twin bumps, drawing a sigh from my teenaged lover. “Have you ever had a boy touch your titties before?” I asked her as I lightly pinched the puffy teats. “Oh!” she cried out, then answered breathlessly. “I let Jimmy Ryan touch them through my shirt at the Sadie Hawkins dance last year, in the corner when no one was looking.” She bit her lip as I commenced sucking on the left nipple. “But it was nothing like this. He just held them. It didn’t…Oh, God, don’t stop! That feels so good! It didn’t feel like anything special, just kind of naughty that I was letting him touch me.” I let the boob slip from my lips, and said. “I bet he got a lot out of it! He must have had a blue steel boner after feeling up your beautiful body.” Her eyes drew involuntarily to my groin after she heard the word “boner.” A frown creased her face. “That must hurt, the way yours is sort of squashed under the leg of your shorts. Don’t you want to let it out?” You have no idea, I thought, touched at her concern for my comfort. I rose and stood before her, straddling her outstretched legs. “Why don’t you set it free?” I said, smiling. She giggled and reached for my fly. With a little struggling—I doubt she had ever undressed anyone before--she got the button released and the zipper down. I had skipped underwear today, and as she pulled my shorts over my hips and down my thighs, ...

... my cock, which really had been cruelly restrained, leapt out at her, smacking her lightly in the cheek. “Wow!” she said, eyes wide. “I’ve never seen a man’s thing before. Is it always hard like this?” Her hand was now lightly touching the shaft, moving it side to side as she inspected her new toy. I swallowed hard, struggling not to blow a load in her face. “It only gets this way when it’s around a beautiful girl,” I told her. “That’s its way of telling you it’s happy to meet you.” She laughed and shook my penis like she was shaking hands. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wiener.” Jesus, this girl was too cute for words. “So what do I do with it?” “Well, you can start by wrapping your hand around it and stroking it up and down.” She did so, the heavenly sensations making me weak in the knees. Her sweet face was puckered in concentration as she watched her small hand move along my shaft. She placed her other hand around it as well, since there seemed to be plenty of room. I groaned involuntarily. She looked sharply at me, then realizing I was in ecstasy, not pain, smiled. “You like that, huh?” “Fuck, yes!” I blurted out. Her mouth opened in surprise. “You shouldn’t cuss!” she scolded me. Her hands didn’t stop the divine massage, though. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said contritely. “You are seriously driving me out of my mind right now and I wasn’t thinking.” I enjoyed her ministrations for a few moments, then suggested, “You can also play with my balls; guys really like that.” She lifted ...