The Island, Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 11

... finished, a little breathlessly. I was as aroused as I ever had been in my life, and I leaned back to watch Ashley give her first hummer. The twins were getting very turned on, and I could smell the sweet scent of their virgin coozes wafting up from between their slender legs. Drops of dew now glistened on the labia, and hints of the darker inner lips were now visible as they engorged with blood. Their little nipples were standing proud, disproportionately large on the small breasts. “Does it taste like pee?” Lily asked her sister. “No,” Ashley replied. “It tastes like skin. And a little salty. It’s nice.” She went back to sucking me off. “I want a turn!” said Lily, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. Her sister moved aside, and the other twin started slurping on my knob. She slid down it to the hilt, and began gagging as the swollen head poked the back of her throat. “Easy, girl!” I said. “You’re not ready for that yet. That’s called ‘deep throating’ and girls have to practice that to get good at it. Try licking it like a lollipop first. She complied, running her pert little pink tongue along the lighter pink of my shaft. “The area under the edge of the helmet is the most sensitive,” I told her. “Try licking that.” She did, drawing a ragged gasp of pleasure from me. Lily stopped, her soft brown eyes peering at me in concern over my throbbing cock. “Did I hurt you?” “No, honey, that feels fantastic!” I assured her. You’re doing great.” “I want another turn,” ...

... Ashley interjected. “Stop hogging it!” “Why don’t you try licking and sucking on my balls,” I said. “I think you’re ready for the next step. Soon I was immersed in pleasure, as two black bobs worked in my lap, Lily now doing a near professional job of sucking me off, while her sister tickled my testicles with her wet mouth. “Let’s switch,” Lily said, slipping my cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva stretching from the tip to her lower lip. Her sister agreed, and they traded places, each drawing new sensations from my pampered prick. “I’m about to come!” I cried hoarsely. “You’re probably not ready to swallow a load this size, so go back to working it with your hands.” Eyes shining, they did as they were told, avidly staring at the purple head of my penis as I inched closer to climax. Finally a stream of white erupted from the tip, followed by several more, droplets and ropes of semen spattering on their hands and even on their little tits as I pumped my load into the air, groaning. “Oh my God!” and “Awesome!” they cried simultaneously, staring at the milky fountain spewing from my wang. They watched, engrossed, as my dick slowly deflated, still dripping in their hands. Ashley let go first, looking at the white goo on her skin. “Is this your sperm?” she asked in a low voice, touching one of the strings on the back of her hand. “Yes. That’s what it is. Sperm, semen, jizz, come, baby-batter, whatever you want to call it.” They giggled. “And it comes from your testicles, right? ...