The Island, Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 11

... pubes, pulling on the black strands. She was still blushing furiously, but lust was overcoming embarrassment. Slowly her fingers crept to her crease, and began stroking up and down gently. Her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip as she began to get more aroused at her own touch. Using the pads of her fingers in a circular motion, she pressed on the top of her slit, massaging the little clit covered in folds of brown skin. Flecks of white cream now dotted her labia and fingers, and the intense smell of her sexual perfume assailed my nostrils. She was now breathing heavily, her small breasts rising and falling, the nipples hard little brown points. “Does that feel good?” I coaxed her. “Oooh yes!” she moaned. “I like to touch my pussy!” “I’m watching you touch yourself,”” I told her. “I’m staring at your naked pussy and I can see how wet you are.” Her hand began moving faster, and she shivered at my words. “Does it get you excited to know that I can see your dripping cunt? That I can smell you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I like knowing that you’re watching me. I feel like a naughty girl but I still like it.” Ashley was getting into it, as well. She was sitting cross-legged next to us, rubbing her own pussy now, watching her sister’s flying fingers with her mouth open. “Tell me what you want me to do now,” I instructed her. “I want you to lick my pussy!” she said. “I want to feel your tongue on my… cunt.” She shuddered. “Stick your tongue in me, Dave!” She pulled her lips wide, ...

... exposing the frothing hole of her vagina and the tip of her little clit. I figured she was ready. I took one long lick from bottom to top, savoring her sweet, tangy taste. Long, white strings of her mucus clung to my tongue and I rolled them around my mouth, getting every nuance of flavor out of them. I began nibbling on her little brown inner labia, working my way to her clit. She was gasping now as new sensations racked her young body. “Oh, yesss!” she hissed. “Fuck me with your tongue.” Ashley’s quick indrawn breath indicated her shock at her sister’s profanity. I glanced at her past Lily’s golden thigh, noting she was still rubbing her snatch frantically, and was now pinching her nipples and caressing her tiny boobs as well. “Rub that little pussy on my dick, Ashley,” I told her. “I need some stimulation, too!” She straddled my hips as I went back to work on her sister’s cooze. I flicked her clit a few times with the tip of my tongue, then plunged it into her vagina as she had requested. She groaned loudly, and her fingers crept back to her clitty as I plumbed her virgin depths. The frilly donut of her hymen tickled my tongue as I circled it, then I thrust the tip beyond that tight ring into her inner recesses. My nose was pressed tightly against her snatch, and her moving fingers vibrated against me as she worked toward climax. I inhaled deeply of her sublime scent, while scooping clots of her cream out of her narrow canal with my tongue. Soon, the incredible sensation of ...