The Island, Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 11

... credit: they had the moves down pat. They gyrated their slim hips in unison, pulling their brief muff-guards down just enough to give me a peek, before pulling them up again and turning around to look at me over their shoulders. I couldn’t help taking a few pulls on my engorged member, drawing their eyes to my crotch and color into their cheeks. Finally, the suits were off and lying crumpled on the ground. The twin pussies grinned vertically at me as I checked them out. The girls had small triangles of sparse, black hair covering their mounds. Narrow, outer labia protruded almost hairless below the dark strands, clinging together and hiding the treasures within. This situation was so erotic, I figured I was good for two loads, so I beckoned them closer. Now that they were naked, they seemed a little more shy and less confident. I had them sit on either side of me, and took one of each girl’s hand and placed them on my erect manhood. Their hands were so small there was plenty of room on the shaft for both of them. “Start stroking up and down,” I instructed. They were understandably a little keyed up, and started jerking my meat disjointedly. “Slow down!” I scolded gently. “Slower and smoother. A boy will want you to start out gently, then work it faster and rougher as he gets closer to coming.” Soon they had a nice rhythm worked out, sliding their talented fingers up and down my boner, producing exquisite sensations. “What’s ‘coming’?” asked Ashley, her brown eyes glued to my ...

... dick. “That’s when a boy, or girl, has an orgasm. You wanted to see it squirt; that’s when it happens.” “We learned about orgasm in health class,” said Lily, equally engrossed in my prick. “Girls don’t squirt, though, right?” “Some do a little bit,” I said, thinking of the pretty cheerleader. “You won’t know until you have one.” Ashley reached it with her other hand and touched my scrotum. “These are your balls?” she asked softly. “Can I touch them?” “Go ahead,” I said, loving the attention. “They are pretty sensitive. You can touch them and even lick them, but don’t squeeze them too hard or it will hurt the guy.” “People lick them?!” asked Lily incredulously. “Yeah, stupid,” said Ashley scornfully. “It’s called oral sex. Some guys call it a blow job and ask the girls to do it behind the school.” “I thought a blow job was just blowing on a boy’s thing,” Lily continued. “You lick the balls, too?” “Well, that’s part of it,” I clarified, “but mostly a blow job is sucking on the penis like a popsicle.” “Like this?” asked Ashley, ever the adventurous one, as she abruptly plopped her sweet little mouth on my cockhead. “Ashley, you nympho!” her sister gasped. Ashley wasn’t quite sure what to do, holding the head in her mouth for a while, then starting to apply gentle suction like she was puffing on a cigar. “Slide your mouth up and down as far as you can,” I instructed. “You can move your hand up and down with it, or against it, or even twist your hand some. Use your tongue, too,” I ...