1. The Island, Chapter 29


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Black, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Group Sex, Interracial, Lactation, Latina, Males / Females, Romance, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    think too much.” If Dkembe was perturbed by the group effort, he didn’t show it. Instead, he took one of her hands and kissed the palm, then speaking to her with infinite gentleness. “Don’t worry, sweet lady. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I want to make you feel good. Trust me.” His dark eyes bored into hers, their intensity capturing her and letting her jettison her doubts and fears and focus on the moment. He placed her hand on the throbbing shaft of his penis, and let her slowly guide it to the sopping entrance of her love tunnel. Her eyes widened and her breathing quickened as the plum-sized head began parting her lips. She slid it up and down her crack, coating it liberally with her honey and testing the fit. She nodded imperceptibly at him and he eased his wang slowly into her pussy, making her gasp, either in pain or pleasure, or maybe both. She never wavered though, just gave out a long groan as inch after inch of him slipped into her, looking like a python entering its lair. When he had reached the farthest depths of her, he stopped and let her adjust. “Oh God!” she groaned. “I’ve never felt so full in my life!” She was shaking uncontrollably, and Janie and I stroked her gently, trying to relax her. “Is it too much for you?” Janie asked in concern. “No! Don’t take it out!” she screeched. “Fuck me, Dkembe! I want this more than anything!” Janie and I eased out from under her, letting her lay back on the ground. Dkembe began plunging his massive meat in and out ...
    of her oozing cooze, and we watched, totally absorbed, as the pink flesh of her pussy lips gaped wide, sliding up and down his shaft with each thrust. Joelle’s eyes were closed and her mouth open as she accepted him into her, totally lost in the sensation of her deepest recesses being invaded by this huge, dusky engine of masculinity. Janie was now turned on beyond control, and scooted onto her hands and knees, presenting her dripping snatch to me. She looked over her shoulder with burning eyes and hissed, “Fuck me, Dave! God, I want you in me so bad!” I was more than happy to comply, and I spread those tight ass cheeks and plunged my own not insubstantial prick into her soaking wet cunt in one quick heave. In this position we both got to watch the erotic drama of Joelle and Dkembe writhing together passionately while we fucked. I leaned onto Janie’s back, resting on her while I massaged her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples in the way she liked. The velvet vise of Joelle’s until recently innocent cunt must have been more stimulating than Dkembe was used to; he was soon gasping and shaking as he approached climax. I spied Janie’s hand squeezing his rock-hard ass, and then slipping in between his legs she grasped his swinging scrotum and began massaging it. That was the last straw for the African; he let loose with a primitive grunt and began pounding into Joelle frantically, emptying his seed into her with abandon. The Peruvian woman began keening loudly, her legs ...
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