The Island, Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 16

... chatted quietly, comparing notes about East vs. West coast living. I was expounding on the merits of the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay, when I saw Dakota nudge Stu and point behind me, giggling. I looked over my shoulder to see River and Summer locked in an intense kiss, their hands caressing each other’s backs sensually. It had been a pretty casual rest stop until now, but the passion of the two lovers made me realize I was naked in the middle of a pretty hot bunch of nude bodies. River had an amazing body, fairly muscular and tan, and as Summer rolled on top of him, I saw her lovely, full breasts sandwiched between their bodies, the brown nipples puckered and erect. Her ass was perfectly shaped, with enough padding to make a great handhold for her man’s strong fingers, which were kneading her butt gently. She straddled his pelvis, and briefly raising herself up, impaled herself on River’s thick cock without a second thought. I was a little taken aback; skinny-dipping was one thing, but these two were fucking 4 feet away from me. I looked back at the other three, and was surprised to see them all sitting up watching the show. Noting my raised eyebrows, Dakota said, “I hope you don’t mind, but we’re pretty casual about sex. You’re not freaked out, are you?” “No, not at all,” I said, sitting up as well. “It’s all good. You guys do this often?” I was getting a fairly decent hard-on, and wasn’t sure what the rules were with this crowd. “Whenever we can,” Stu said with a ...

... smile. I saw his prick was waking up, too, and felt a little better that I wasn’t going to make a spectacle of myself. “We’ve been mourning Billy the last few days, and it didn’t seem right without him until now. But we’ve let him go, and accepted that he’s moved on to the next plane ahead of us. He wouldn’t want us bummed out over it for long. This is our way of celebrating life. You want to join us?” I looked at Rain and Dakota, who were kissing each other, and back at Stu, who was looking at me expectantly, a welcoming smile on his handsome, blond, bearded face. “Hell, yeah!” I said enthusiastically, no longer trying to hide my rigid cock. “Let’s watch the girls,” he told me. “They put on one hell of a show.” He slid over next to me and stretched his lean body out, resting on one elbow. His other hand moved to his erection and began stroking it. I settled in contentedly, jerking my own boner slowly, and checked out the girl-on-girl action in front of me. Dakota was the more conventional-looking of the two, her plain but pretty face devoid of makeup and framed by straight, light brown hair that reached at least 6 inches below her shoulders. She was slender, with small, high breasts and a narrow ass. Her thin back was tattooed with F-holes on her flanks, making her look like a violin. As she rose up on her knees, I could see her mahogany-colored bush spreading thickly between her lean thighs, and another tattoo on her left ankle, this one of a rose. Rain was a little more ...