The Island, Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 11

... “There’s nothing wrong with pubic hair,” I said. “It’s part of being a woman. Lots of guys, me included, love a hairy pussy.” I tickled her little fur patch for emphasis, making Lily giggle. “Besides, you can always shave it off if you want. A lot of girls do.” “Like that cheerleader you were spying on,” said Ashley. “Yes, like her. Some guys like that better. The great thing is you can change back and forth if you want. If you cut it off, it grows back.” All the while, as I talked, I gently stroked the outer reaches of Lily’s cunt, running my fingers through her hair and massaging those light brown lips. The aroma of her teenage cunt was getting intoxicating, and I could see beads of dew forming on her inner pink as she became more and more aroused. “Next, you have the inner labia,” I continued, now lightly touching those dark brown folds one at a time. A soft “ooooh” escaped Lily’s mouth as I stroked the little strips. “They get a little bigger as you get older. Sometimes they even hang out between the outer ones.” “No way!” said Ashley. “Our mom doesn’t have that.” “Way!” I retorted, chuckling. “Not every woman has long labia. They come in all different sizes and they are all beautiful.” “What’s the lumpy part at the top?” Ashley asked. “Sometimes in bed we press our pillows between our legs and rub that part and it feels good.” “That’s the hood over the clitoris,” I told her, gently massaging the area, making Lily moan. “That does feel good,” she said breathlessly. “When ...

... you pull the hood back, you get to the best part.” I carefully retracted the tender covering, revealing the bright pink button beneath. “That’s the clitoris,” I said. “The most sensitive part of your pussy. That’s why it’s covered, so it doesn’t get rubbed too much when you’re not having sex.” Ashley leaned in, her nose almost in her sister’s cunt. “It’s like a little penis!” she marveled. “I can’t see mine that well when I look at it.” “You have to tell boys to be very gentle with it. It can hurt if they pinch it or rub it too hard,” I told them. “Although the hornier you get, the harder you like it rubbed.” I demonstrated by licking my fingers, moistening them and getting a tiny taste of Lily’s sweet honey, then lightly tickling her little love bean. “Oh my God that feels good!” hollered Lily, squirming in place. “Do it some more!” I did as she asked, gently stroking up and down her little clit like a miniature hand job, bringing moans and gasps to her lips. “You can also use the hood,” I said, letting the brown fold cover her pink pearl once again and grasping it between my thumb and index finger. Rubbing up and down again, I showed the girls a different way to generate pleasure with their clits. “That feels good, too,” said a panting Lily. I began squeezing her outer labia together, pinching them over the clit, and massaging them. “Girls like this, too.” “Yes!” hissed Lily. “I like that a lot!” “When do I get a turn?” groused Ashley. “I want you to touch me down there.” ...