The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

... caught as I bounced my dickhead off her cervix with a particularly hard thrust. “Are you mad that we’re here?” Jared asked in a worried voice. “No, not at all. You can sit and watch if you want.” Now that’s an open-minded woman , I thought in admiration. She practices what she preaches . As for me, I couldn’t have stopped if my grandparents had strolled up with a marching band in tow. I was regaining my edge, after having been distracted by the interruption. Things only got weirder as the two kids sat next to us, in a position where they could watch my wet, purple cock enter Janie’s pussy. It only took a minute for the two of them to find each other’s genitals and begin playing with each other while they took in the show. Seeing Madison’s hand wrapped around Jared’s stiff little cock, and his small fingers buried in her plump, hairless crack was all the stimulation I needed to finish me off. A few more titanic thrusts and I erupted, all of my pent up lust exploding from me in a fountain of white, a cry of my own wrenched from me as I pumped my seed into her with frantic bucks and heaves of my pelvis. Janie had her own kinder, gentler orgasm this time, biting her lip and groaning softly in pleasure as I filled her gaping cunt with sperm. I collapsed on her back, exhausted and panting. Jesus God, they’re actually clapping , I thought dimly, recognizing the sound coming from the two ...

... youngsters. I opened my eyes to find them no longer masturbating each other but giving us a round of applause. Janie burst out laughing, the spasms causing her pussy to clench on my softening dick, eventually squirting it out of her like a watermelon seed. “That was awesome!” enthused Madison. She turned to her 8-year-old lover, eyes flashing. “I wanna do it that way next time.” Jared looked excited and apprehensive at the same time. “OK,” he said hesitantly. “Just make sure you find a more private place than we did, honey,” Janie warned. “People might freak out if they saw you two going at it, OK?” “OK, mom,” he said, and he and his little Lolita of a girlfriend scampered off, presumably to try out the new position. “Are we going to be demonstrating for them in the future? Or helping them learn new tricks?” I asked while stroking her back, interested to see what Janie’s answer would be. “I guess so, if you don’t mind,” she said thoughtfully. “I’d rather they learn from us than the older kids.” “I don’t mind.” The funny thing is, I really didn’t. A week ago I would have freaked out at the thought of participating in hands-on sex-ed with pre-teens, but after the last few days my horizons had expanded significantly. I gave her ass a gentle slap as I climbed off her, then offered a hand to help her up. We walked hand in hand into the surf to wash up before heading back to camp. To be continued....