The Island, Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 6

... don’t know what letter was on her bra, but these were the biggest breasts I had ever held before. They were pure white globes of succulent flesh, with massive pale pink areolae the size of saucers and surprisingly small nipples perched in the middle. “Do you like them?” Jill asked, a tremor in her voice. “God, yes!” I exclaimed reverently. “They’re magnificent.” I held the right one in both hands, amazed at how the soft sack of womanhood spilled over the sides of my palms. I stroked the jiggling sphere softly, admiring the way the pink nub of nipple responded to my touch, its pebbly, rosy tissue rising proudly to erection. “You can suck it if you want,” she said softly. I didn’t need to be told twice. Despite having just drained Gabrielle’s milk jugs, I was ready for more. No such thing as too much tit, in my book! I stuck out my moist tongue, and traced a path across her breast. She sighed and closed her eyes. I drew circles of saliva around her breast, spiraling in to the nipple, which I caressed with my lips before sucking it deeply into my mouth. She moaned softly, breathing heavily. I nibbled on her stiff peak, stretching the tender flesh with my teeth. She gasped a breathless “Oh!” I licked her nub once more then turned my attention to the other side, making a meal of her quivering boob. I then grasped both of her jugs, and turning them inward, managed to get both nipples at once into my mouth, rubbing them against each other while sucking, licking, and biting them with ...

... abandon. When she had been reduced to hoarse cries and grunts, I backed off, resting my head on the swell of her belly, my hands pressing her mammoth mammaries against the sides of my face. I was cradled in soft female flesh and it felt wonderful. She smelled lightly of baby powder, with just a hint of the aroma of her wet pussy now rising from her nether parts. I lifted my head off the soft pillow of her belly reluctantly, and realized the corset was still half-attached, clinging to her wide hips. The lower half had a zipper, and came off much easier. I dropped it down to join her top, drinking in the sight of her exaggerated hourglass figure. She looked like one of those fertility dolls you see in the museums—all breasts and belly, and all of it firm and beautiful, not droopy in the slightest. She still had on her back lace panties, and I slowly pulled them down, revealing a smooth, plump, hairless mound between her legs. I planted a kiss on her chubby little twat as I worked her drawers off. She stepped out of them, eyes wide and bosom heaving. I caressed her big ass cheeks, kneading the buttocks like dough, and planted more kisses on her perfumed pussy. She smelled tart and slightly fishy, but not unpleasant. I slowly slid my tongue up her crack from the point where her inner labia peeked out of the bottom to the little Y-shaped crease where the outer labia met at the top. I loved the sweet and savory taste of her now slick lips. Her outer lips were so plump they hid the ...