The Island, Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 3

... and she grinned and whispered to us, “You’ve got about 15 minutes while we get the snacks and drinks handed out.” We entered the space in the back, and she pulled the curtain. She immediately pulled up her skirt, answering my question for me. Definitely not wearing her underwear! I was treated to the sight of her pale pink pussy, topped by a little landing strip of fiery orange curls. Her skin was creamy white, with not a hint of tan, and her plump labia were slightly parted, giving just a hint of the pink treasure within. I dropped to my knees in front of her, and slid my hands up the backs of her silky thighs. My palms reached her round, firm ass cheeks, and I grabbed hold like I was drowning, pulling my face to her perfumed pudenda. She smelled of jasmine and her own delicate aroma. I brushed my lips down her pubes and reached the top of her gash. My stubbled chin lightly raked along her velvety labia as I planted kisses on the hood of her clit. She sighed and grabbed my hair, pulling me in tighter. My fingers were now deep in her ass crack, pulling her thighs apart from the rear. She accommodated, lifting one toned and limber leg and placing on the jump seat, giving me access to her seeping slit. I pulled back for a moment, appreciating the captivating sight of her secret garden. The thin, ginger strip of hair ended just above her clit. Below this, her labia were smooth and hairless. They were pale and puffy, and now spread wide for me. Between them, her inner lips, a ...

... deeper pink, hung engorged and begging for attention. They were glistening with her juices, and I traced the frilly edge of one of them with my tongue up to where it joined with the other to cover her pleasure node. I brought my thumbs around and placed them next to her hood, carefully lifting from each side until her own little erection was fully exposed. This lovely pink protrusion was almost the size of my pinky tip, and jutted out of the fleshy folds on either side of it. My questing tongue traced circles around her love bean until she was dripping from my saliva and her own honey. I covered my teeth with my lips and gently bit down on her pleasure center, drawing a ragged gasp from her open mouth. I then quickly sucked her dangling meat curtains into my mouth, pulling and stretching them with my teeth and sliding my tongue in between them to tickle her pee hole. I got a little taste of her piss as I worked my way down her drooling snatch to her love tunnel. I traced the ridges of her vagina with my tongue, deep in her now, and reveled in the rich, salty taste of her nectar. She was so wet that her thighs were now slick and shiny, and her legs were shaking uncontrollably and threatening to give way. I again grasped her ass with both hands, and this time lifted her onto the galley counter. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a sheer yellow lacy bra that matched my souvenir panties. I quickly shucked off my pants and shorts, and her cool hand wrapped itself around my ...