The Island, Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 19

... crotch. Her suit was pulled so tight I could see half a lip peeking out from under the elastic, and my masturbating became a little more aggressive as I imagined climbing onto the rock and sticking my tongue up there. What would she do? Did she like guys at all, or was she strictly on the all-girl team? Unfortunately I was running out of conversation, and they seemed to want to lie in silence, so I would have to leave the two of them in peace. Maybe some other time…. I tucked my meat back into my suit, and swam off. Janie had chosen a t-shirt instead of a bikini top, and I admired her breasts through the thin, wet fabric as I paddled toward her. She was in conversation with Christopher in chest-deep water closer to the shore. He had his back to me as I approached, and jumped a little when I said “Hi!” He tried to pull away from Janie, but seemed tethered by something, and a grimace formed on his face which subsided as he relaxed again. His cheeks were bright red, and he had a guilty look on his face. Janie, on the other hand, had a self-satisfied smile on hers. I caught a flick of her eyes toward the water between them, and looked down to see a wavering image of her holding his dick under the water. I guess he had tried to escape when I swam up, but she wouldn’t let him go. I watched as her fingers caressed his stiff prick, but said nothing. Instead, I sidled up next to her, pretending not to notice what was going on. “Isn’t this an awesome place!” I said brightly. “We ...

... should come up here more often.” “Absolutely,” Janie agreed. “I’m having a lot of fun. What about you, Chris?” “Y-yes,” he stuttered, unable to say any more. He looked a little panicked, but showed no signs of trying to bolt. “Of course it’s a little hard getting here,” she continued, “ but that shouldn’t stop us. It’s very rewarding when you arrive. Don’t you think so, honey?” she asked the tortured boy. “Yes,” he croaked again, unsure what else to do. I figured I’d give her a little taste of her own medicine, and reached behind her to slide my hand down the back of her bikini bottom. She started, but kept up her penile stimulation while I caressed her tight little asshole, then slid farther forward to massage her labia. Her warm flesh was a nice contrast to the cold water, and I imagined the cool sensation she must have felt as I opened her lips wide and let the water fill her vagina. “Maybe you should check on the others,” she said with a slight quaver in her voice. “You’re probably right,” I agreed, flicking her clit once for good measure. “I’ll just make sure everyone is having a good time.” With that I withdrew my hand from her cunt, and on impulse grabbed Christopher’s hand, which was swishing aimlessly through the water as he got his pud pulled, and placed it smack onto Janie’s pussy, causing them both to jump in surprise. “Have fun, kids!” I said, laughing, and swam away. I saw Alison sitting on the shore, hugging her arms around her thin frame. She had worn an actual ...