The Femina Island's - Sex Stories

The Femina Island's

... against the glass. Sliding forward on the couch while keeping Dennis's mouth on her asshole she grabbed the lip of the fishbowl and placing it on the couch beside her she fished out the struggling man and without a word dropped him into her mouth. Goodbye lil trespasser she thought. As her orgasm hit she bit down hard again and again on her snack. Her mouth filled with bl**d and his sweet flesh as Dennis's mouth filled with her sweaty ass juices. Rebecca surveyed the empty bowl as she swallowed. Between her golden thighs Dennis's head bobbed up & down with every lick. She would relax a little longer letting Dennis clean her ass & then maybe her & Regina could spend time in the pool with Mitch & Tom. The Femina Island's Part 6 – Dennis Before the Black Cloud I had crossed over to the island from the Mainland eager to spend the remainder of the summer in the beach house I had rented. I closed my small law office in Miami, the few cases I'd had being closed afforded me some well-deserved time off. I loved waking up to the sounds of the ocean every morning. My small apartment in Miami wasn't near the beach & the only sounds waking me were car horns, street traffic & the occasional gunfire. The short hop from Miami to what everyone referred to as The Mainland was connected to the Island by a drawbridge. The feeling of freedom didn't really hit me till I drove across in my rental. The beach house was right on the shore, nothing between my back patio & the ocean but sandy dunes, ...

... tall sea grass & blue skies. As instructed by the realty agent I found the keys hanging from a nail by the front door. I had to laugh. I guess crime wasn't a problem, at least break-in's anyway. I unpacked quickly, thru on a pair of shorts & walked out back onto the small patio & took a deep breath of ocean air. Looking down thru the dunes I could see small boats out on the blue water & an empty beach but what caught my attention as I stepped down onto the warm sand was giggling coming from the large beach house next door. There was a poor excuse for a fence going partway down between the dunes. Old weathered boards mainly stuck in the sand at odd angles held by wire stapled to each other. Walking down I peeked between the rickety fence to the beach house next door. The place was more like a mansion than a beachouse. The huge Olympic size pool dominated the back along with several tables with tall colorful umbrella's shading the odd looking high back chairs around them. Further down toward the back was a huge Cabana. They must have great cookout & pool parties I was thinking as I crouched behind the fence. I felt like a peeping tom but I couldn't stop myself. The two young girl's sitting by the pool had caught my attention. It wasn't all because they were pretty, ok a little, but it was what they were doing, at least what I thought. The tall blonde was dangling something before her friends upturned face. The pretty brunette had her mouth open, her tongue sticking out making ...