The Island, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 24

... complained. “Take it off!” I began an impromptu version of “Gypsy Rose Lee,” the famous stripper song. The girls looked at each other, then simultaneously began gyrating in place, shimmying out of their shorts. This left Janie in a black thong, and Joelle in her matching lacy lingerie set. Slowly and in unison, their panties followed. Joelle finally unhooked her bra, and as it slipped over her shoulders, those magnificent hooters bounded out of captivity, jiggling slightly. The sight of the two of them left me breathless, and the song died in my throat. “Wow!” was all I could manage for a moment. “You girls are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” I said sincerely. Janie had trimmed her thick, black bush slightly, leaving it full and untamed, but narrowing it somewhat. Her small tits sat high and proud on her chest, the nipples standing up in anticipation of the festivities to follow. Joelle’s hourglass figure was limned in alabaster as the moon highlighted her stunning curves. Her heavy breasts were not the least bit droopy, and they ballooned off her chest like twin torpedoes, the nipples the size of gumdrops. Her pubic hair was thinner and wavier than Janie’s tight curls, and formed a furry triangle on her plump mound. Janie broke the seriousness of the mood with a raucous, “Take it off yourself, buddy! Let’s see that thick cock of yours!” Joelle giggled in embarrassment, covering her mouth with one hand, but her eyes remained glued to my crotch as I slowly slid my ...

... hands under the waistband of my jockies, pulling it over my throbbing meat and down my legs. My dick was hard as rock, straining to its full nine inch length. It bobbed slightly in the night air in time with my pulse, which was decidedly faster than normal. “Mmmmm!” Joelle unconsciously murmured, then covered her mouth again in shame as Janie giggled. She again put her arm around the other woman, saying conspiratorially, “There’s nothing like the sight of an erect cock to get your juices flowing, huh?” Joelle just nodded, and if it weren’t for the moonlight, I’m sure we would have seen her face was beet red. We stuffed our clothes into the cubby, then ran laughing onto the beach. We dropped our bags on the sand, and pulled out airplane blankets, spreading 4 of them into a large square. I picked Janie up, and ran at the water as if I was going to throw her in. She shrieked, pounding on my back, and begged Joelle for help. My naughty nurse knew my weakness, and began tickling my sides mercilessly. I collapsed onto the blankets in hysterics, Janie falling on top of me. I cuddled the female flesh to me for a moment, then pulled Joelle in for a soulful kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth confidently. She returned my ardor, her hands wrapped in my hair, her breathing ragged. As I pulled away, Janie took over, holding Joelle’s face in her hands and kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally her lips. I saw Joelle’s lower lip caught in Janie’s teeth as she finished, ...