The Island, Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 4

... neck, then ran my hands down her back. One hook at a time, I undid her bra, then slowly slid my hands around her chest until I held one bulging breast in each hand. I hefted their substantial weight, running my index fingers over the stiff peaks of her nipples, making her gasp. She arched her back, lifting her arms over her head to twine her fingers in my hair. I kissed the side of her mouth as I caressed her succulent mounds, pinching and pulling on her nipples while grinding my thick cock into her back. I caressed my way down over the gentle swell of her belly, and slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties. My hands continued downward over the curve of her hourglass hips and down her full, muscular thighs, carrying the slip of fabric with them until it dropped to the ground. She stepped out of them and turned around. She looked up at me and, while running her fingers through my chest hair, said, “I’m a little nervous about what comes next.” She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. “ I don’t think it will hurt that much. I mean, I’ve used tampons for years, and…” She trailed off, obviously embarrassed. I pulled back a little, looking at her blushing face. “What?” I said, with a reassuring smile. You can tell me.” She looked away. “I do have a vibrator a friend gave me once as a gift. It was at a party my friends threw. A sex toy party,“ she said, as if this were a shocking thing. I guess it probably must have been, for her. I began massaging her bubble butt ...

... while she talked. She went back to playing with my chest hair. “I didn’t know what they had planned when they invited me. We had dinner and a lot of wine, and then they brought out all these things . I couldn’t believe it! I was so embarrassed. All the girls were handling them, and Susan even went into the bathroom to try one. I couldn’t bring myself to buy one, but my best friend got one for me and slipped it in my purse. It took me quite a while to get up the nerve to try it. I must say,” she admitted with a sheepish grin, “it really is a lonely girl’s best friend.” A vision of her spread-eagled in her bed, plowing her virginal furrow with a buzzing plastic dong and screaming in ecstasy flashed into my head. I shuddered involuntarily. God, what a rush! “Anyway,” she continued, “as I said, I don’t think it will hurt that much, but I really don’t know what to do. I don’t want this to be awkward. I don’t want to disappoint you.” She looked up at me earnestly and my heart broke a little for her. She was so innocent and so eager to please. I wrapped her in my arms once more, and kissed her forehead. “I can promise you, I will make this special for you. You mean more to me than you know, and I would never hurt you. And you’ll see. Your body will know what to do!” With that I laid her down and kissed her full lips once more. I kissed her neck, then her collarbone, making my may to her heaving bosom. I licked each nipple lightly, appreciating the puckered brown flesh jutting out of ...