1. The Island, Chapter 21


    Date: 6/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female/Female, Male / Females, massage, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    thrilled to see her nipples now erect. They were huge—the size of thumbs—and creating tents of their own in the thin material of her tank top. She closed her eyes and relaxed again, and I worked my way up the front of her legs, just the way Truk had demonstrated for me earlier. I passed her knees and started in on her quads, gently digging my thumbs into her well-defined muscles. I loved the way the coconut oil melted into her skin, making the lightly tanned surface shine in the sunlight. Again I reached the legs of her shorts, and again slid my fingers lightly under the edges, just a little higher than was strictly proper. As I caressed her, I could feel the bottom edge of her panties where her legs emerged. My face was just inches from her crotch, and I swore I could smell the fragrance of her pussy now, mingling with the scent of coconut in the air. God I was getting horny! I finally left off working around her cunt when I couldn’t draw it out any longer. I moved to a hand, and began rubbing the oil into her palms and between her fingers. The fragrant slickness created an intimate contact that was arousing even though nowhere near her naughty bits. I worked my way up her arm, my gaze transfixed by her heaving breasts, watching the massive mammaries move up and down in time with her increasingly deep breaths. I could see the dark shadows of her areolae through her shirt, the brown disks about the size of coasters. I repeated the process on her other hand and arm, then took ...
    a minute to collect myself. I was getting mighty worked up touching her fertile young body, and it seemed to me she was getting pretty worked up herself. “Let me work on those stretch marks of yours. The oil might relax the skin and help them.” I had no idea if this was true or not, but I really wanted to rub that big belly of hers. I wasn’t shitting her earlier; I really did think fertility was sexy, and pregnant women gave me the hots every time. Then again, almost all women gave me the hots! She opened her eyes, a worried expression creasing her forehead. “Are you sure you don’t mind? I think they’re kind of gross.” “I don’t mind at all. I think you’re body is very attractive just the way it is. You just relax and let me make you feel better.” She closed her eyes again, and I lifted her shirt to the very top of her abdomen, brushing the bottoms of those huge tits in the process. Her gravid womb jutted out of her small frame like a watermelon. Her lightly tanned skin was smooth and taut, and only a few ribbons of darker pigment indicating her stretch marks interrupted the wonderful expanse of her pregnant belly. She had a light brown stripe running from her protruding navel down to where it disappeared into the top of her shorts, and I longed to follow it south to see where it led. I squirted another gout of warm, scented oil onto her, and began rubbing it into her skin slowly. I loved the feel of her firm baby bump, and I watched the large mound wobble back and forth as I ...
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