the Island, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

the Island, Chapter 15

... underwear. “Is it OK if I ask you more questions sometimes?” “Sure. Don’t forget to take your uniform and hang it up to dry.” He grabbed it and ran off, a “Thanks, Dave!” tossed over his shoulder. “Don’t mention it!” I said. I mean really don’t mention it. Certainly some people wouldn’t understand, so I hoped he would keep this encounter to himself. I honestly didn’t expect him to discuss masturbation lessons with his friends, though. I looked at my swollen cock, which was showing no sign of drooping. I decided, with iron willpower, not to keep jerking it, since I wanted to save some jam for Janie tonight. I sighed and stood up, stretching. I almost jumped out of my skin when a female voice said: “Master Connor?” I started to spin around, then thought better of it, my dick waving in the breeze after all, and managed to twist my head far enough to see Mackenzie peering at me from behind a tree. “Mackenzie, you can’t be here!” I said, sputtering. “I don’t have any clothes on!” “That’s OK,” she said, stepping from behind the tree. “I don’t either.” My jaw dropped as this little angel’s body came into view. Her curly brown hair was tied up on top of her head, and her lovely blue eyes were topped with strong, delicately arched eyebrows. Her pert little nose was dusted with freckles, and a perfect pink rosebud of a mouth was below it, her plump lower lip caught in her teeth as she looked at me nervously. She still had tan lines, despite the fact that she had been swimming ...

... topless while here on the island. Her puffy tan areolae rose enticingly off her thin chest, stiff little nipples rising proudly in the centers. Her flat belly swept gracefully into gently spreading hips, her figure developing nicely as she entered puberty. Her pale pubis sported a little fluff of sparse brown hairs surrounding the succulent little cleft in her mound. Long, coltish legs led to her narrow feet, one of which was twisting nervously in the dirt. I was speechless. This was beauty of almost epic proportions. I have always thought that girls her age were at their most beautiful, feminine but as yet undeveloped and so full of potential. Mackenzie topped them all, and my prick was ready to explode just looking at her. I had turned sufficiently that it was poking into her line of sight, and felt a little thrill as I noticed her staring at it. “What are you doing here?” I asked hoarsely. “I heard you talking to Jared, and I wanted to see what you were doing,” she admitted sheepishly. “I saw you touching your things and making them hard, and I liked it. Then you started talking about girls rubbing their vaginas, too. I… I’ve never done that, and…” She stopped, embarrassed. “Maybe you could show me how like you showed Jared? Please?” she begged. She was dancing from leg to leg nervously, her little titties jiggling seductively. Jesus, what was I, the sex professor? It was a dirty job, but I guess someone had to do it. Maybe if I wasn’t already so horny, maybe if she weren’t so ...