The Island, Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 19

... too afraid. We finally got naked, and I convinced him to put his penis in me. He got all spastic when he saw it hurt me, and pulled it out real quick, and then squirted his stuff on my leg. I was, like, pissed, because it hurt to let him take my virginity, and then he panicked and didn’t even do anything for me. He got dressed and left. He wouldn’t even talk about it. “The next day he avoided me, and after that it just was never the same. He didn’t ask me to prom, so I figured we’re broken up,” she concluded glumly. “You must think I’m a real whore,” she muttered. I tipped her chin up so she was looking at me. “I think you are fantastic. You had normal feelings and desires, and your loser boyfriend was too much of an idiot to know what you needed. You deserve a lot better than that.” She perked up, her eyes shining. “Thanks,” she said. “It means a lot to here you say that. I haven’t told any adults that story, and I’ve been worried there was something wrong with me.” I looked at her angelic face. “Can I bring up something delicate?” I asked. She bit her lip and nodded. “He may have popped your cherry, but to me you are still a virgin.” Her mouth opened in shock. “I’m sorry to be blunt, but that wasn’t sex! Sex is a lot more that just penetration. You deserve someone who can show you how wonderful it can be.” The ball’s in your court, baby, I thought. She stared at me in consternation, her feelings clearly battling on her face. I could sense her desire, but her anxiety was ...

... holding her back. I brushed back a stray tendril of her hair which hung over one eye, so I could see her better. The brief contact seemed to embolden her. “Maybe you could show me?” she asked tentatively. Oh, hell yes! “I would be honored to be your first true lover. I think you are absolutely beautiful, and very sexy. I was hoping you would ask me.” She smiled bashfully. “I can tell. Your, uh, penis is pretty ready, huh?” She was bright red again. “There’s no faking that,” I told her. “Take it as a compliment.” “I do,” she said. “I think it’s kind of cool you think I’m sexy. And I like seeing you get hard for me. It makes me feel like a real woman.” I took her hand, kissed the palm gently, and then placed it on my rock hard prick. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, I felt her fingers begin massaging the shaft of my meat, and her gaze was fixed on my lap as she fondled my manhood. I leaned in and kissed her, her eyes closing as I licked her lips lightly. She parted them and thrust her tongue into my mouth hungrily, and her hand began sliding up and down my boner more aggressively. I kissed her neck, working my way down it to her chest, and she obliged by arching her back and leaning onto the rock behind her. Her champagne-glass titties broke the surface of the water, and I delicately licked the drops from her erect nipples, drawing a sigh of contentment from her. Her other hand joined the first one, caressing my nuts and making me groan involuntarily. I ...