The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

Chapter 25 At some point in the night, I awoke with a hard-on, and rolling to the left I entered whichever one was on that side (in the morning I discovered it was Joelle) from behind. She sleepily but happily accepted my prick in her wet snatch and we silently and leisurely fucked our way to orgasm, drifting off to sleep again afterward. When morning broke, brighter on this side of the island, I again woke with a boner, this time due to my full bladder. I didn’t even have a chance to empty it before Janie spotted my morning wood and climbed on top of me for another go-round. I gritted my teeth as she rode me, pushing hard on my distended bladder with each thrust, the sweet pain adding a new dimension to our fucking. When I looked to my left, I saw Joelle was now wide awake, watching our lovemaking intently, her hand between her legs and working busily. I turned my head enough to collect a searing kiss from her, then rolled back to look at Janie. She noticed Joelle’s masturbating and said, “Look in my bag, honey. I brought something for you. We didn’t get a chance to use it last night.” Joelle brought one glistening hand out of her crotch and pawed through the tote bag Janie had brought to the beach. A frown marked her confusion as she grabbed ahold of whatever was in there, pulling it out. “Oh my God!” she said in disbelief as a huge black dildo slid out of the tote. She hefted the thing, and I saw with amusement it had some medieval-looking attachment at its base, ...

... presumably meant to stimulate the clitoris. “Where the hell have you been hiding that monster?” I murmured to Janie as she continued to ride me, smiling at Joelle’s astonishment. “I borrowed it from the field hockey team.” We watched as our horny Peruvian princess slipped the giant dong into her dripping snatch, biting her lip as her tight tunnel was stretched to its limit by the invading plastic penis. A deep, throaty moan erupted from her as it sank to the hilt. Joelle began thrusting it in and out of her, creating wet, squelching noises as she coated the thick, black cylinder with her juices. Watching her bring herself off was an amazing rush, and I looked at Janie to see that she was enjoying the show even more than I was, if that was possible. Her movement became a frenzied thrusting, her breath whistling in and out of her and her eyes glued to Joelle’s hairy, parted lips. She came quickly, hissing as she climaxed, then slowed her motion to a gentle rocking as she caught her breath. Ever the thoughtful lover, she continued grinding against me, working to bring me to completion as well. Her pussy began its familiar muscular massage on my dick, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Neither was Joelle, apparently, as she was panting heavily, impaling her pussy furiously while staring at us. Her attention wavered between the point where my thrusting cock met Janie’s juiced up cunt, and Janie’s bouncing tits, which my lover had now begun squeezing and pinching. Seeing the ...