The Island, Chapter 18 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 18

... my cock into a vertical position with one hand, still jacking me, so she could see under my meat and look at the hanging nuts below. A warm hand soon engulfed the dangling orbs, and my little angel began rolling them around her hand, pulling on them experimentally. Her index finger crept up the back of my sack, nearly reaching my anus, and bringing shivers up my spine. “They’re funny,” she opined. “Like Christmas ornaments.” She tapped them, setting them swaying back and forth, which got her giggling again. Her little fingers did a dance on my scrotal skin and I almost cried out. “Are you ticklish down here?” she asked impishly. “Yes!” I gasped. “It’s very sensitive.” She smiled again; I think she liked being in control. “Girls put guys’ penises in their mouths, too, don’t they?” she asked. Oh hell yes! I thought, randy beyond measure. “Yes, sometimes. It’s called oral sex, or a blow job.” I left it at that, not wanting to push her. “Jenna did it once to Randy Proctor,” she told me matter-of-factly, her hand still massaging my meat steadily, now with a twisting motion she came up with herself, the natural little fluffer. I didn’t say anything. Soon I felt her warm mouth wrap itself around my oozing cockhead, and groaned, “Oh, God, Alyssa! That feels so nice!” She sucked my swollen glans like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the moist tip and nearly sending me into orbit. She polished my knob with her saliva for a minute, then popped it out again, pondering the taste. ...

... “It’s salty,” she said, then slurped me back into her oral embrace. I looked down in awe at this 13-year-old blonde angel, her body just blossoming, sucking like a hooker on my dong, both hands working the shaft busily. It took all of my recently learned Tantric control to avoid shooting my wad then and there. Control your breathing and pulse, I chanted silently to myself. This was such an amazing experience that I wanted to draw it out as long as possible. Her mouth popped off me again. “When are you going to come?” she asked. “That’s what it’s called, right?” She licked the dripping tip delicately with the point of her tongue. “Yeah,” I ground out with difficulty. “I think it’s going to be soon.” “Good,” she said firmly. “I want to see it come out, and then I want to see you pee. I’ve always wondered what it looks like when a boy pees.” She resumed her sucking, one hand returning to fondle my balls. That was enough stimulation to get the sap rising in my root. “I’m gonna come!” I cried out hoarsely, thinking to warn her in case she didn’t want a mouthful of jizz. She kept sucking, though, until I fired the first round right in her mouth. She pulled away then, startled and rolling the unfamiliar substance around her mouth. To her credit, she kept jerking my boner, and watched avidly as jet after jet of thick white cum spewed out of the end, spattering on the ground next to her. “That is so kewl!” she said appreciatively. She seemed to instinctively know to slow her pumping ...