The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

... into sharp relief in the bright sunlight. I looked at her in awe, her stunning body a work of erotic art, then got to work. I took her right hand in mine, pulling it to my mouth. Sucking each finger in turn while staring in her eyes, I started the process of licking her clean. I worked my way up her arm, savoring the salty moisture of her sweat. When I got to the inside of her elbow, she couldn’t help giggling at the ticklish sensation. I spent a little time there, just to return the sweet torture she had given me a moment before. I caressed her upper arm with my tongue, reveling in the contrast of her velvety-soft skin over her rock-hard biceps. Lifting her arm higher, I drove my tongue into her armpit, tasting the salty muskiness of her perspiration. She had obviously recently used one of the dwindling supply of razors, as she was wet and smooth. My oral ministrations to the sensitive skin left her shivering, goosebumps appearing on her skin, her nipples stiff on the puckered rosy areolae. She squirmed as I tickled her once more, before moving to her neck. A drop of sweat trickled down past her ear to her jawline, and I tenderly licked it off her. She turned her head, meeting my mouth with hers and twining her tongue with mine. We kissed for a long moment, then I gripped her earlobe in my teeth, making her gasp quietly. Sucking on the little nub of skin, I made her moan before pulling back and repeating the whole process on her other arm. “Fuck, this is getting me so ...

... horny!” she groaned. “Maybe you should skip to my pussy now.” “Oh, no!” I chided her. “Your prize was a whole body bath, and that’s what you’re going to get. Now roll over.” “I don’t even get my titties sucked!?” she said incredulously. “Not yet,” I replied, rolling her onto her belly on our picnic blanket. She rested her head on her arms, the pose highlighting the gorgeously defined muscles of her back. I exchanged trails of saliva for the beads of sweat on her firm body as I licked her back with long strokes. I finally made my way to those exceptional ass cheeks, and couldn’t help but take a bite of that apple butt. “Ow!” she squealed. “That’s not licking! No fair.” “No, but this is,” I replied, working my way around her taut buns with my hungry mouth. I reached up with both hands and spread the tight cheeks, her pert little anus popping into view. Working up a mouthful of saliva, I planted it right on her pink rosebud with the flat of my tongue, making her gasp again. Her asshole was slightly bitter, but tempered with a citrusy taste from whatever body lotion she had applied this morning. I circled the muscular ring slowly, savoring the flavor, then plunged the tip of my tongue into the tight hole, making her jump and gasp again. With a final nibble on the loose skin between her two tunnels, I flipped her back over. She was clenching her fists now, torn between ecstasy and anticipation, her muscles quivering uncontrollably. I grasped one slim foot, and after brushing off the ...