The Island, Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 10

... One hand continued to maul her mams, while the other drifted across her flat belly and toward her sex. Yes! This was getting good. Her fingers began massaging the slippery folds, her middle finger dipping deep into her gash as her hand worked up and down her sweaty labes. She was rubbing faster and faster now, and she spread her legs widely, giving me a superb view of that seeping snatch. She brought her other hand down now to help out, sticking first one, then two fingers into her drooling hole and frigging herself frantically, all the while massaging her clit with the other hand. I was matching her stroke for stroke, working my wiener like I was trying to tear it off. I could hear her little gasps and moans as she pleasured herself, and the sounds only intensified my passion. Finally she began bucking and writhing on the rock ledge, a fountain of clear fluid spurting from her love hole. A squirter! That was enough for me, and I began squirting my own fluid, painting the rocks with streams of white. I couldn’t give voice to my orgasm like my little honey, since I didn’t want to alert her to her audience, but I enjoyed listening to her hoarse cries as she stroked her way through an epic climax. My peter finished emptying its load as the little sex goddess sat up and ran her fingers through her hair once more. She had a little self-satisfied smile on her face as she stood up, stretching again, to my everlasting enjoyment. God, what a body! ...

... She had one more surprise in store for me, as she squatted and let fly with a golden stream of urine. The piss poured out of her pink hole and spattered, foaming, on the rocks. She had spread her legs wide so as not to get any on those lovely thighs, and this gave me a fine view of the yellow fountain as it emerged from her pee hole. Now I had a new episode to replay in my head, and this one was even better than Yasmine’s bath. I was relaxing contentedly as she dressed, then suddenly realized she would pass right by me on her way back the beach. Frantically I scrambled further into the rock pile, trying not to make any noise, until I found a little cranny I could hide in. I had just ducked out of sight when she walked by, humming obliviously. After she passed, I left my hiding place and made my way to the scene of the crime, still naked from the waist down. I skirted the puddle of urine and knelt by the other puddle, the one she had squirted out of her during her orgasm. Pressing my nose into the damp patch, I inhaled the lingering scent of her aroused pussy. Ahh, heaven! I looked around, and realized what a nice little spot this was. Feeling sleepy after my exertions, I figured I’d catch a little sun myself. Pulling off my shirt, I wadded it under my head for a pillow, and laid down in the same spot just vacated by the little honeyslut. Post-orgasmic relaxation and warm sun did their work, and I was soon fast asleep. To be continued....