The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

... breast stimulation must have triggered some need in Joelle, because in the next instant she had rolled herself on top of me, still frigging herself, and mashed one of those big, succulent tits into my face. I accepted her offer, sucking the fat brown nipple between my lips and caressing the pebbly lump with my tongue. This seemed to be what she was looking for, and in a moment she commenced squealing and shuddering as she brought herself off. It didn’t take me long to follow suit, and I blasted Janie’s cervix with a load of semen, bellowing loudly in the process. Joelle collapsed at my side, cuddling my arm and breathing harshly. As Janie milked the remaining jizz from my dick with her talented twat, she sang out in a sweet voice, “Good morning!” Joelle and I both started laughing, and soon we had worked ourselves into hysterics, causing Janie to break up as well. “I think I’ve reached the pinnacle of my life,” Joelle finally managed to gasp, tears on her cheeks, her heaving laughs shooting the dildo out of her snatch and onto the blanket behind her. “How’s that?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Well, I don’t think any day in my life is ever going to equal the last 24 hours.” “That sounds like a challenge,” Janie said with narrowed eyes and a smile. “Oh, God!” Joelle moaned. “If I experience anything more intense than last night I think I’ll die!” “Trust me, honey, you won’t. But you will feel like you’ve gone to heaven the next time we get together,” Janie answered her, ...

... stretching in the morning sunlight. “Get off me, woman, before I fill you with another body fluid!” I begged her. “I have to pee so bad!” She rolled off me, laughing, and I staggered to my feet. I took two steps, then let loose with a torrent of piss onto the sand. I groaned and said, “I’ve always heard you can tell it was a great night when you wake up and your face feels like a glazed donut, and you piss in four directions. By those criteria, last night was a success.” Janie snorted laughter, and Joelle cried out, “Dave, that’s gross! Wait, are you peeing right here ?” I turned to her, finding her staring at the piss still erupting from my penis, apparently mesmerized by the golden stream. “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a man pee before?” “Actually, no. I’ve never seen anyone pee before.” “Well, I’m not shy about it. If you need to go, too, be my guest.” “I don’t think I could,” she said in a shocked tone. “My bladder is even shyer than the rest of me.” “I bet we can break you of that next time,” Janie said in an amused voice. “It can be very erotic pissing in front of other people.” “Well, I’m not ready for that today,” she said firmly. “All right,” I said, shaking off. “Race you to the water? You can go in the ocean.” “You’re on!” She sprang to her feet and ran for the water, hair flying behind her. I let her win, mostly because I wanted to run behind her and watch those ass cheeks jiggle as she moved. Janie and I both hit the water seconds behind Joelle, and we ...