The Island, Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Lunch was served! The castaways gathered for a light meal of cold fish, cold pork, and a new treat: Truk and Tran had found wild bananas up above the rocky headland to the north. They weren’t as good as the grocery store variety, but they were a nice change from coconut, mangoes and breadfruit. I sat with Joelle, shooting the shit and admiring her in her bathing suit. She had been taking in the sun, and was tanned and glowing with perspiration. As expected, it was a conservative one-piece, but with her sexy curves and magnificent tits, she rocked it! I told her so, and she smiled, pleased. Fortunately, I had put some pants back on before eating and was not advertising my arousal to the world. When we had finished eating, she said, “I’m going for a swim. Want to come?” “Sorry, no.” I answered, grimacing. “I’ve been in water half the morning. I’m looking forward to catching a few warm rays myself.” “OK, see you later.” She kissed me lightly on the cheek and ran to the water, bouncing like Bo Derek in the movie “10.” I sacked out on a towel near Janie’s camp, closing my eyes and relaxing. I must have dozed off a bit, for the next thing I knew Janie plopped onto the sand next to me. She was still half nude, wearing just her pink panties, and looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. Her smug expression was briefly covered up as she pulled a tank top over her head, cutting short my admiring survey of her naked hooters. “Hey gorgeous,” I said. “Did you bag ...

... your prey?” She looked at me, her eyes twinkling. “It was fucking awesome! I love initiating young studs into the world of sex. He was so eager to please and so horny. It really was touching.” “Interesting choice of words: ‘touching.’ I assume there was plenty of that?” Janie answered me through a mouthful of food, having brought her lunch over to sit with me. “Oh, I let him touch just about every part of me. And he did it soooo well.” “Are you trying to make me jealous? Because you’re just making me horny. I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll tell you about my adventures with the girls after you left, and you tell me about your playtime with Christopher.” “Done,” she said. “You go first, so I can eat. I’ll provide the dessert.” I regaled her with my little interlude with the three underage honeys, sparing no details. I could tell she was getting off on the story, as her breathing quickened and at one point she even forgot about her lunch as I described my orgasm. I ended by telling her about my moment with Allison. “I’m pretty sure she’s about ready for her own initiation, the way she looked at me. She is 16 and I think she’s ripe for the picking. Now spill your story, you shameless hussy.” “Well, I knew I needed to get him away from the rest of the kids,” she started. “When I saw his sweet young cock poking out of his shorts, I figured if I called him on it it might break the ice. Instead it nearly ruined things, since he panicked and ran into the jungle.” “I saw that,” I said. “I ...