The Island, Chapter 18 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 18

... now it’s my turn.” She stared at my half-erect peter, waiting for the show to begin. “You know you have to hold it and point it where you want it to go, right? It’s like a hose. If you don’t, it might spray all over.” Now I was just messing with her. “Hurry up! Grab it! The pee is about to come out!” “Wait, what?” She was slightly panicked. “You want me to do it?” “Yes, point it away from you!” She grabbed my dick, a little harder than necessary, and pointed it away from her face. Soon my muscles had relaxed enough to let first a trickle, then a stream of urine flow. My overloaded bladder, finally allowed release, soon was propelling an impressive jet of piss past her wondering eyes. She began waving it around slightly, and giggled as the stream curved through the air. “Try to write your name with it,” I told her, laughing. She managed to get A-L-Y-S outlined on the ground before I ran out of steam. By then she was laughing, too. “That’s a lot more fun than just squatting,” she said happily. “Thanks for letting me do that.” “Wait, you’re not done yet,” I said. “Now you have to shake it off. That’s what boys do instead of wiping.” The little darling shook my rod like the handle of a maraca, and drops of urine flew out of the end until I was empty. By now all the handling was starting to get me hard again. I was almost sad when she finally let go of my cock, and it hung at half-mast, the foreskin now covering the glans again. She stood up, her perky little nipples brushing my chest as she hugged me. “You promise we can have sex soon?” she asked. “I’m looking forward to it. Just keep stretching yourself so I don’t hurt you. I want it to be special for you.” “OK, Dave.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed me quickly, blushing, then grabbed her clothes and ran off. I stood there in the woods, naked, thinking what a lucky guy I was. To be continued....