the Island, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

the Island, Chapter 15

... beautiful… and already naked… I could have resisted. As it was, the little voice in my head urging caution was completely drowned out by libido screaming “HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT SWEET LITTLE CUNNY!” I slowly turned to face her, my cock rotating like the turret on a tank, until it was pointing at her. She gasped as she saw the full size of it. “Are you sure you want me to do this? I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything.” I remembered my promise to Mary. “Maybe one of the older girls should show you.” “No. I’m too embarrassed,” she said, still staring at my dick. “I trust you… Dave.” She finally tore her gaze from my boner, her beautiful blue eyes boring into me as she looked me in the eye. “I know you’ll be gentle with me and make me feel good.” Oh, God! Talk about pushing a horny pervert’s buttons. This was like the beginning of an illegal movie. I took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly to steady my racing heart. Time to take the plunge , I thought. “OK, honey. Come over here and sit next to me and I’ll see what I can do.” She scampered over and took my hand, her puffy little nipples bouncing with each step, and we sat together on the log near the stream. “Have you ever looked at yourself down there in a mirror?” I asked curiously. I know I would have if I were a girl, but some were naturally more reticent to explore their bodies. A pediatrician colleague told me once they thought it was because boys handled themselves every time they pee, but girls don’t see ...

... their equipment unless they really go looking for it, so they tend to be less comfortable with it. “No,” she said, confirming my suspicions. “I’ve touched it before, and pulled it apart to look at it, but never with a mirror. Is that normal?” She looked worried. “Just about anything is normal,” I assured her. “Some girls naturally play with themselves at an early age and learn that it feels good. They have to be told to stop sometimes if they do it in front of people. Others are worried it’s dirty, or that they are doing something wrong if they pay attention to the area. By the way, what do you call it?” “I guess my pussy. Some of the other girls call it that. Morgan calls it her kitty. I don’t like to call it a vagina; it sounds funny. What’s best?” “It doesn’t matter. Pussy is probably the most common.” I had an idea: I had brought my bathroom kit over to the stream with me, intending to trim my beard a little. I had a little shaving mirror in it, and decided it was just the thing for a curious girl. “I have a mirror in my bag. Do you want a tour of your pussy?” She giggled. “OK. If you don’t mind.” “Honey, I think your pussy is beautiful, and I want you to think so, too.” She blushed. I let go of her hand and rose to get my mirror. I could feel her eyes on my ass and dangling balls as I bent over to retrieve the bag and get the small mirror out. I brought it back and knelt in front of her. “All right, spread your legs so we can get in there.” She did so, her legs trembling. ...