The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

... Capital Area Open last year in sparring,” she informed me with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I guess you got lucky today, buddy.” “Lucky?” I protested. “Remember who was men’s champion? Me , that’s who. You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. I can take you any time.” I felt her stiffen. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” “Is that a challenge?” “First one to get a pin gets to be on top,” I told her with a grin. “And loser has to do whatever the winner wants,” she replied. “You’re on!” She quckly squirmed around, trying to get a joint lock on my left arm. Unfortunately for me, that was the injured one, and I didn’t have the strength to fend her off immediately. She straddled my belly, her fluffy pubes tickling me, and tried to twist my arm behind me. I managed to get my right arm up and under hers, preventing her from using it, and trying to pull her down so I could roll over on her. I only managed to pull her closer, however, which did present her lovely breast to my face. I sucked at her salty nipple, biting it firmly and causing her to cry out. “No fair!” she gasped. “That gets you a deduction!” “I don’t see a ref, baby.” She retaliated by gripping my ear in her teeth, making me holler this time. Our sweaty bodies writhed against each other, and I began to smell her aroused sex as she ground against me. Slowly I levered her onto her back, gaining the upper hand. I licked her armpit, now right in my face, tasting her tangy perspiration and causing her to shriek laughter, further losing ...

... strength. I was on the verge of pinning her, holding both arms above her head, when she slithered one slick wrist out of my grasp and I felt her hand on my rigid cock. She twisted it viciously, making me gasp and let go. Using my abused peter as leverage, she soon had me on my back, and climbed on top. He second hand cupped my balls, and a gentle squeeze implied the threat of worse if I didn’t give up. “Uncle!” I called out, laughing. “You fight dirty!” “Like you said, honey, I don’t see no ref.” She was stroking my boner now, the sweat of our exertions making it slick and slippery. “What do I have to do, Mistress?” I joked, ready to take my punishment. “I need to think a minute, and sucking cock helps me concentrate,” she said with a smile, and wasted no time in shimmying down my body and plunging my rod into her warm mouth. I groaned as she took my whole length into her, deep throating me with gusto. She backed off, working the swollen head like a demon and bringing me to the brink of orgasm quickly. She must have sensed from my frantic scrabbling and moaning that I was close, and cruelly stopped, leaving me wanting. “I know what I need, lover,” she told me, a line of saliva trailing from her full lower lip to my purple helmet. “I’m all sweaty and I need a bath.” “You want me to carry you to the ocean?” “No, not that kind of bath. I want a tongue bath. My whole body.” She lay back on the towels, eyes gleaming, arms stretched above her, every muscle in that toned body pulled ...