The Island, Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 11

... Ashley’s slippery folds kissing my cock brought a groan to my own lips. The vibrations from the noise buzzed through Lily’s overheated cunny, causing her to gasp again. “Ooooh! I feel something! Something’s happening!” She rubbed her clitty harder. Something sure as fuck was happening, I thought, as Ashley’s warm, wet cunt slid up and down my boner, her little clit bumping back and forth over the edge of my dickhead, bringing my closer and closer to my own release. I was lost in the heaven of this sweet teen’s innocent body, and I felt my nuts tighten in my sack as orgasm approached. Time for the final lesson , I thought. I reached up behind Lily’s tight young ass and placed my pinky on her anal ring. I lubed it generously with her own juices then slid the tip of my smallest finger into her asshole. Lily let out a wordless cry as her climax took her, shuddering and bucking and releasing another load of her sweet juice into my open mouth. I began spurting a monster load of cum onto my belly as I joined her in Shangri-La. Ashley’s grunting and squirming indicated that she, too, had reached another climax. The three of us spent an entire minute at a joint peak of ecstasy, our sweating bodies writhing together in an intimate embrace that was beyond wonderful. Finally it was over, and the two ...

... teens rolled off of me and cuddled at my sides. I hugged their slender bodies to me, kissing their flushed cheeks and foreheads as the puddle of jizz on my belly slowly congealed in the sun. “Thank you so much, Dave!” Lily enthused. “That was the best thing ever!” “I should be thanking you,” I said sincerely. “That was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. You girls are so hot and sexy you could have any guy you wanted. I’m so happy I could show you how to enjoy your bodies.” “And how to enjoy a boy’s body, too,” Ashley laughed. I groaned theatrically. “And now we have to return to the real world, ladies. Let’s get cleaned up and back to the beach.” We jumped in the shallow trough of water leading up to the waterfall and splashed off. The girls were dressed and gone in a minute, and as they left I again admonished them not to talk about this. I didn’t want a lynch mob of castaways coming for me. “Only to Master Scarlatti, remember? If you absolutely need to talk about it.” “OK, Dave!” they gaily called back as they climbed down the rocks and ran back. I took my time, washing off well and drying a little bit in the afternoon sun before getting dressed. I was bending over pulling on a shoe when a blinding pain struck my head and I descended into blackness. To be continued....