The Island, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 24

... pulling on the fullness of it sensually. Joelle looked a little shell-shocked after her first kiss from a woman, but she was obviously turned on, and soon returned the kiss hungrily, thrusting her tongue into Janie’s mouth and wrapping her arms around her tightly. The two of them remained in a lip lock for more than a minute, their breathing rapidly accelerating as the passion built. The sight was so erotic I couldn’t help pulling on my pud as I watched. As Joelle laid back, her legs slightly parted, I took advantage of the opportunity and lightly stroked her inner thighs, taking care to avoid her pussy for now. A groan tore from her as goosebumps rose on her soft skin. Janie began kissing her neck, working her way downward, and I started kissing her Joelle’s soft belly, determined to meet my partner at breast level. I took the heavy left breast in my hands, letting go of my dick for the moment. I lifted the jiggling orb, feeling its substantial weight, and caressing the wrinkled disk of her areola with my thumbs. I saw Janie’s cat-like tongue tickling the right nipple, and not to be outdone, slurped the left one into my mouth abruptly. Joelle was flat on her back now, gasping and holding each of our heads as we mauled her mammaries in tandem. We alternated good cop and bad cop, me biting the tit-flesh aggressively first, while Janie applied gentle sucks and licks, then trading roles. I held the tip of the breast in my mouth, circling my tongue around the fat nipple, while ...

... Janie applied her considerable expertise in boobs (having a fine pair herself) to bringing our Peruvian princess to the edge of her pain tolerance with pinches and love bites. “Oh God! Stop!” Joelle almost screamed. “I can’t take any more!” We showed mercy, both of us kissing our way to her face and meeting up in a sensual three way oral embrace, our tongues all twining together like snakes in mating season. As we broke for air, gasping, Janie sat back, straddling Joelle’s leg. Her pussy was resting on Joelle’s thigh, and I saw her begin to grind on the other woman’s leg. She leaned back, her hands behind her head and eyes closed, reveling in the contact between them. Watching those taut titties pulled high on her chest by the upraised arms, I knew what Joelle needed next. I placed my hand behind her back, levering her torso upright and placing her face level with Janie’s boobs. “Go on,” I whispered. “Remember how much you liked sucking on Gabrielle’s.” Joelle didn’t hesitate; she latched on to Janie’s left tit and commenced sucking for all she was worth. Janie let out a bark of surprise, then twined her hands in Joelle’s long hair, resting her chin on the nurse’s head. I joined the party, applying my lips to Janie’s other breast, tasting the sweet salt of her skin and losing myself in the sublime pleasure of suckling a breast, something I don’t think any man ever outgrows. Soon my blissful reverie was interrupted as Janie leaned backward, pulling her tit out of my mouth. My ...