The Island, Chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 17

... eyed my body hungrily as she began caressing her bare boobs again. Hefting her right tit, she brought the stiff peak to her lips and touched the tip of her tongue to it, then sucked it gently, all the while looking me in the eye. “Christ, what are you doing to me, woman?” I muttered thickly, stroking my meat unconsciously. She popped the wet nipple out of her mouth. “I told you, Janie gave me some advice on how to make a man happy. She said if I put on a little show for you, it would really get your motor running.” She began swirling her finger around the lubricated nip, still holding the heavy jug in her other hand. I watched in sweet agony as she grasped each fat nipple between a thumb and forefinger, pinching them roughly and stretching them outward, pulling her swaying hooters off her chest, then letting them drop back, jiggling seductively. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she repeated the maneuver, this time even more aggressively, mauling her sweet titties cruelly. “I’m imagining you sucking them and biting them. It feels so good!” She sucked the other brown nub into her mouth hungrily, pulling on it mightily with her suctioning lips. “Oh, God!” I moaned. My balls were now aching with desire. She knelt down next to me, and swept the remains of our meal off the blanket. I could smell the perfume of her pussy in the air, the rich scent driving me insane with wanting her. I reached for her again, and again she pushed me away gently. “Not yet,” she said. “The show’s ...

... just beginning!” She sat facing me, and stretched her legs out. She continued massaging her breasts and pinching the nipples while she slowly spread her legs wide. My eyes were glued to her crotch as her plump thighs fell apart, revealing the tangle of pubes covering her sex. Droplets of juice glittered in the glow of the candles, clinging to the coarse hairs, and coating the delicate brown curtains of her inner labia. I could smell her better now, an invisible cloud of wonderful womanly pheromones wafting from her pretty pussy. I was beating my meat in earnest now, yanking the rigid flesh with reckless abandon, waiting for the moment when I would be able to plunge it into her gaping cunt. She watched my flying fingers pull my pud for a moment, licking her lips, her face flushed and hair in disarray. “I’ve never seen a man play with himself before. It’s pretty sexy.” She was panting heavily. “I want you to watch me do it, now. I want to show you everything. I want to know you are looking at me while I touch myself!” “Oh, yes, Joelle!” I groaned. “I want to watch you touch your beautiful body. Show me, baby!” She laid back, eyes closed and chest heaving. I eased down between her legs, pillowing my cheek on her soft inner thigh, my face just inches from that sublime slit, preparing to enjoy a front row seat at the most erotic show in the world. Joelle began stroking her pubic hair, combing the tangles with her fingers, and caressing the tan mound beneath lightly. I watched, ...