1. The Island, Chapter 6


    Date: 3/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Lactation, Male / Females, Plumper, Spanking, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

    cute chipmunk cheeks. She was fairly topheavy, as full figured girls often are. She had a perky, childlike quality about her that I found endearing. I’ve never been much of a chubby-chaser, but she looked more like a bunch of fun packed into a small package than an overweight slob. “I know what you and Sharon were doing on the plane earlier. She recruited me to be the lookout so you had some privacy.” I had the grace to blush a bit. “Yeah, well, thanks for that,” I said. “She kind of took me by surprise with that maneuver.” “She tends to get what she wants. She’s so elegant and sexy, guys are always coming on to her.” Jill shook her head wistfully. “I get a little jealous sometimes. Fat girls like me don’t get much attention from men.” “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I think you’re pretty.” I really meant this. She really had a cute face, and a pair of knockers that didn’t quit. It may have been my erection talking, but I wouldn’t mind flying her friendly thighs. She looked at me with shining eyes, and said, “Really? Because I think you are very handsome.” She hesitated for a moment, looking away, then seemed to collect herself. She looked me in the eye. “I’ve been lonely for a long time, and you seem like a nice guy. Sharon says you were good to her. I’d like to show you how grateful I am for you saving my life.” She began unbuttoning her top with trembling fingers. “Is this OK?” In answer, I put my arms around her and planted a long, slow kiss on her full lips. She returned ...
    it hungrily, her quick tongue darting between my lips. When we separated, she pushed me back onto the log and stood in front of me. As each button popped loose, I saw more and more of her lacy underthings. She finally pulled her top from her shoulders, exposing a glorious expanse of female flesh. She was wearing some type of corset—I think they called it a merry widow—which confined her ample curves in a black lace embrace, her massive breasts pushed up out of the tight cups to unlikely heights. Her skin was smooth and milky white, and I spied traceries of light blue veins under the surfaces of each pillowy boob. She shimmied out of her skirt, letting it drop to the sand. Her plump thighs were smooth and firm, and her generous hips were clad in black lace panties of substantial proportions. There was no way she wore this around the island! She must have put this on especially for me. I was touched by her desire to arouse me (it was definitely working), and decided I would do my best to make this a memorable experience for her. She stepped forward, and I began unwrapping this unexpected early Christmas present. There were a dozen or more little hooks to undo, the tedious process adding to my anticipation and fueling my raging hard-on. As I released each one, the straining corset gaped open more and more, giving me tantalizing glimpses of jiggling femininity. Once I reached the bottom of the bra cups, her huge tits spilled out of the lacy contraption into my waiting hands. I ...
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