1. The Island, Chapter 22


    Date: 6/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Erotica, Female/Female, Lactation, Latina, Male / Females, Masturbation, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    eyes wide and excited at what she had done. “Can I taste it?” “You can do anything you want, beautiful,” I laughed. “I’m your sex slave, remember?” She chuckled, and tentatively licked the thick, white drops off the end of my penis. After rolling my offering around her mouth for a moment, she smiled. “I like it! And I like knowing I can do that to you. It makes me feel pretty sexy.” Letting my cock hang free, I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting my salty sperm on her lips. I caressed her ass cheeks with both hands, sucking her tongue into my mouth hungrily, and crushing her boobs against me. She shuddered and moaned, and returned the kiss with passion. Finally she pushed me away, eyes wild and face red. “Save it for tonight, Dave!” she gasped. “I want to be ready for you. Are you sure Janie won’t mind?” “Hell, no!” I assured her. “She thinks you are as hot as I do.” “And you two will go slow, right? I’ve never been with another woman before.” “We will treat you right, I promise. Tonight will be all about you and your pleasure. We are going to show you paradise” “God, I’m so nervous! I can’t believe I’m going to do this!” She looked excited and terrified at the same time. “New experiences, remember?” I brushed a stray tendril of hair off of her face. “You’ll be fine. Just try to relax. Do something nice for yourself this afternoon. Maybe ask Tran for a massage, or take a dip in one of the hot springs.” “Ooh, that sounds nice!” she squealed. “Maybe I will. I guess I’ll see ...
    you later.” She kissed me once again, lightly, then patted my still naked dick gently. “And you too!” she said brightly, then walked away, leaving me in an agony of anticipation of the upcoming night’s activities. I spent the rest of the morning helping Janie, Horace, Dkembe and several other volunteers working in the plane. Someone had had the idea to pull one of the water holding tanks out of the aircraft and bring it ashore to use as a cistern to hold fresh water on the beach. The plan was to detach the thing and float it across the lagoon. After a couple of hours, we had completed the task, and were admiring the hulking thing. I wondered aloud if we could hoist it up on something to get some water pressure. “We could even turn it into a shower!” Janie said excitedly. “It wouldn’t be that hard, would it, Horace?” The taciturn Mainer studied the problem for a moment. “Nope,” he said carefully. “Could set it in a tree at the edge of the beach, and use the through fittings to attach a nozzle for the shower. Have to make some kind of head to spread out the stream.” Dkembe chipped in, “Miss Gabrielle and Miss Joelle had me splitting bamboo trunks to make pipes. They wanted to bring water from the stream above the waterfall. We could make it come to the tank.” “Brilliant!” I enthused. “This could work. Of course, it’s going to be a cold shower.” “For you, that’s probably best, don’t you think?” Janie teased. “Ha, ha,” I said sourly. “Maybe you want me to cool down before I come ...
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