The Island, Chapter 26 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 26

... sides. A stiff little breast bud ground against my face through a thin cotton shirt, and I could feel the slightly damp gusset from someone’s panties pinning my arm to the blanket. The next thing I knew, small fingers had worked their way into the fly of my boxers and were wrapped around my rigid cock. Ashley or Madison, I bet silently to myself, groaning in sublime suffering as my unknown assailant took advantage of the melee to cop a feel. I did my best to fight back, rubbing and squeezing the smooth flesh where I could to provoke squeals and giggles, occasionally coming in contact with a tight young breast or a moist little cunny, purely by accident, of course. I was in a frenzy of lust, and whoever was jerking me off was not helping me regain control. Gradually the chaos subsided, and we were left piled together in a heap of bodies, blankets and pillows. I was still getting an anonymous hand job from someone, and a moment later I felt another hand take mine and pull it between soft, warm thighs. Soon she had pressed my fingers to her bare pussy, and began rubbing against me sensually. I raised my head slightly to see who it was, and was thrilled to see Alyssa smiling back at me. She soon closed her eyes, opening her legs slightly to allow me unfettered access to her seeping, virginal slit. As the other girls drifted off to sleep, my existence narrowed down to the small hand wrapped around my shaft, and the sweet young cunny my own hand was caressing. She was very wet by ...

... now, and I languidly slid in and out of her warm gash with my index finger. I took a detour to the top of her cleft, stroking her little nub lightly and making her gasp quietly. I let out my own gasp as my unknown fluffer ran a finger across my glans, picking up drops of precum that were leaking out of my throbbing tool, then circling the underside of the sensitive helmet with the wet digit. I guess I taught these girls well, I thought, as the little minx slid her palm down my meat and took my aching balls in her hand gently. I inserted my finger deep into Alyssa’s twat, then slowly slid a second one into her narrow tunnel as well. She groaned and squirmed as I stretched those tight vaginal walls to their limit, then began thrusting in and out of her as unobtrusively as possible. I could hear her breathing heavily as she enjoyed the attention her cunny was getting, and it mirrored my own pants as my dick was stroked faster and faster. Applying my thumb to her stiff little clit, I worked Alyssa’s pussy frenetically, listening to the wet, squelching noises emanating from her crotch with increasing arousal. Soon she was writhing in climax, making faint grunting noises as she came. Her motions awoke Mackenzie, who was next to her. Misinterpreting Alyssa’s orgasm as her own doing, she sleepily scolded her. “Stop it! Go back to your own bed if you want to rub yourself.” The drowsy girl rolled over. “Go to sleep,” she mumbled. I was nearing my own climax, but the ruckus must have ...