The Island, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 24

... eyes opened, and I realized Joelle had pushed her onto her back, still sucking on Janie’s taut mound. This, of course, presented me with an opportunity: Janie’s legs had spread open, and her furry treasure was all mine. I scooted between her legs, drawing my tongue slowly up her inner thigh. I could smell her heady scent, musky and sweet, and it drew me onward to the gates of paradise. Her pussy was sopping wet, the thick pink lips smeared with glistening cream, engorged with blood and parted slightly. I pillowed my head on her thigh, enjoying the heavenly sight, trailing my fingers through the tangles of her bush, then along her labia. I watched as drops of dew trickled out of her nether passage, and I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to taste her. I again ran my tongue up her inner thigh, this time continuing onward to her fleshy lips, sucking the thick curtains into my mouth. I suckled them just as I had done to her nipple, enjoying the strong, womanly taste of her. It was sweet and salty, tangy and metallic, musky and organic, a perfect mélange of flavors and smells that had me stroking my dick again as I ate her out. I slipped my tongue between the thick ribbons of flesh, still sucking them hard and pulling them into my mouth as far as I could stretch them. Dimly I could hear moans of delight coming from her other end as she became lost in the sensations of two mouths caressing her most sensitive parts at once. The moans became muffled, as I guessed Joelle had gone back ...

... for more kisses, finished with Janie’s boobs. I worked my way to Janie’s clit, pulling on the fat pink bud with my lips and bringing a slight scream to her lips when I nibbled it. I circled it with my tongue, then drove the wet muscle deep into her vagina, caressing the ridges of her love tunnel hungrily. I finally finished my meal of warm cunt and crawled back up her body, catching the ever-so-hot sight of Joelle sucking on Janie’s tongue, both of their eyes closed in concentration. When they finally broke off, I commandeered Joelle’s mouth, sliding my own tongue in, and giving her her first taste of pussy. We kissed for a moment, then I pulled away. “You like the taste?” I asked her softly. “Yes,” she whispered, eyes bright in the moonlight. “Go get some more, then.” I sat behind Janie, my legs around her, cradling her torso against mine, my dick pressed between us. I idly stroked her erect nipples, now slippery with saliva, as Joelle made her maiden journey between another woman’s legs. She drank in the sight for a moment, and I smiled to myself. No matter how many pussies I saw in the course of my work, it was a very different experience—one I never tired of—when you were presented with one that was spread before you, wet and dripping. They came in so many colors, shapes, and sizes, young and old, black, white, brown and yellow, and they were all beautiful beyond measure. I think Joelle was experiencing this epiphany for the first time as she stared into Janie’s spread ...