The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

... sand, sucked on her big toe. A wordless cry tore from her lips, and I pressed my advantage, running my tongue between her toes, then doing the same thing on her other foot. I was in high gear now, my prick swollen and dripping, pointing at her fur pie like a heat-seeking missle, but by God I had a job to finish and I wasn’t going to rush it! I took long licks up her shins, drinking in the sweat she was now freely producing in the heat of her arousal. I continued to her thighs, planting a lingering kiss on her pubic mound and inhaling her heady scent, but denying her any further stimulation for now. She grabbed my head and tried to force it between her legs, which she spread apart reflexively, but I pulled away, skipping over her dripping snatch to nuzzle her flat belly. “Oh shit!” she cried out desperately. “I can’t take any more!” I ignored her, and licked the droplets of salty water from her tight abs, curling my tongue briefly into her navel and making her squeal again. She was now pounding on the towels with her fists, incoherent, as I finally reached those succulent tits. After taking a minute to admire the taut mounds, the rosy cones of her nipples thrusting upward, the discs of her areolae wrinkled tightly and glistening in the sun, I slowly ran my tongue along the underside of one breast. The tangy dewdrops dotting her flesh burst on my tongue as I stroked my way in a spiral toward her nipple. By the time I slurped the stiff teat into my hungry mouth she was a wreck, ...

... and actually climaxed on the spot just from the suction applied to her hyperstimulated boob. I could smell the sexual perfume rising from between her legs as I closed my eyes and enjoyed suckling her small breasts. I rolled the nipples between my lips, one after the other, capturing the fat nubs in my teeth briefly and making Janie cry out hoarsely. At this point I figured I had done my duty and headed for my reward—sweet pussy. I slid back down her, my rigid dick dragging over her bush and slapping onto the towel below her as I moved south. I pulled her thighs as far apart as they would go, exposing her seeping snatch to the hot sun beating down overhead. Her vulva were engorged, thick, pink curtains blossoming around her brilliant coral-colored crack, now drenched in a flood of her juices. I stroked the soft tissue with my hand, laying my head on her thigh and drinking in the gorgeous sight of a fully aroused pussy open before me. I carefully took one of the thick strips of flesh into my mouth, sucking on it firmly, letting the meaty tissue fill my mouth with its warm, wrinkled mass. Her taste was sublime: musky, metallic and tangy, with a hint of pineapple. I sucked ribbons of her sweet nectar into my mouth, swallowing it down as I quenched my thirst on her feminine fountain. My aching tongue strove to penetrate her to its full length, caressing the ridged tunnel of her vagina and bringing her to yet another orgasm. “Oh, Jesus!” she screamed, her cry rending the peaceful ...