1. The Island, Chapter 1


    Date: 2/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    up, so I had to satisfy myself with gently sliding in a finger. She was warm and wet and soft, and right then and there I decided that pussy was the greatest thing on earth. I have spent the last 17 years trying to recapture the intensity of that moment with plenty of other girls and women, but never have I equaled the strength of those feelings that Saturday night. There I was with my finger buried in the sopping wet pussy of my best friend’s mom, someone whom I had been obsessed with for years! I was jerking my cock so hard the whole bed was shaking (which probably should have clued me in I could have gotten away with a lot more), and I watched those meaty lips gape as I pulled my finger out of her. My finger was coated with a thick layer of female juice, and I brought up to my nose. It smelled like heaven, and I knew I had to taste her. I slipped the finger into my mouth, and the tangy, womanly flavor of her was finally more than my overtaxed libido could handle. I shot my load all over her bedspread, bucking like I was having a seizure. After I finished gasping and spurting, I panicked, realizing what a mess I had made on her bed. Reluctantly I covered that beautiful pussy back up and did my best to re-button her blouse. I am not sure I even got the buttons to match up I was so ...
    shell-shocked. I grabbed some toilet paper and tried to mop up the ropes of white jizz I had sprayed everywhere. Some was even on her calf, and I carefully wiped it off while watching her face. She had stopped snoring, and I could almost convince myself she had a smile on her face, but that was probably my imagination. I staggered back to Gary’s room and collapsed into bed. I figured I would be up all night replaying that amazing scene in my head, but I was so exhausted I fell asleep almost immediately. The next day I was in a daze, not sure if it really happened, but when I lifted my index finger to my nose, I could smell the telltale scent that let me know I had not been dreaming. Gary and his mom behaved completely normally, and seemed to be a bit confused at how clumsy and distracted I was, and how completely unable I was to look at Mrs. Bell for the remainder of the day. I thought I might get a chance to repeat the performance next month, but it was just the next week Gary told me that he and his mom were moving to the next county, as she had gotten a promotion and would be managing a supermarket two towns over. I kept in touch with Gary for a little while, but high-schoolers aren’t known for responsibility, and I soon made new friends. I never saw Carol Bell again. Until now. To be continued...
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