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

    I groaned. “Yes I do’” she laughed. “You just did it to me.” She accentuated her point by tickling my anus, making me jump. “Hold still!” she scolded. “I don’t want to castrate you. That would truly be a crying shame.” “They’re so sore right now I might be better off without them.” She finally finished and splashed water on my dangling testicles, making me jump yet again. “Don’t listen to him, darlings,” she said, kissing the now smooth sack. “He doesn’t mean it. Men say stupid things when their dicks are hard.” “You’ve gotten enough of them erect to know,” I told her as I sat up, goosebumps covering my body. I slid into the water next to her, and we kissed for a few minutes until I started getting handsy. “Stop it right there, pal!” she warned, climbing out of the water. “Save it for later.” “All right,” I groused, and hungrily watched her smooth coconut oil over her tanned, muscular legs. When she was done, we dressed in clean clothes and headed back to the beach. I left Janie for a few minutes while I ran the errand I had hinted about earlier, then regrouped with her to set up. We spent an hour or so bringing supplies to the clearing, setting up a blanket, a makeshift table, homemade candles, and bringing some fruits and greens to the area for later. Janie had arranged for the cooks to make us a platter of roast pork, roasted bananas, and boiled pasta-root, as we had taken to calling it. I toted the platter to the clearing, covering it with a blanket to keep bugs away, ...
    while Janie brought some jugs of water. Once preparations were complete, we each went in search of one of our dinner companions. Janie was tasked with bringing Dkembe, while I was to escort Joelle. I found her at the medical hut, which had become her defacto quarters. She was wearing a slinky black dress, and had put on makeup. Her hair was piled on top of her head and pinned up, just a few tendrils escaping and brushing the sides of her face and neck. The dress was tight in all the right places without being slutty. It was made of some sparkly, stretchy material that clung to her curves enticingly. I gave a long, low wolf whistle, stunned at her beauty. It might be harder than I thought to watch Dkembe make it with this hottie. She blushed, and twirled around for me. “You like? It’s my only other dress.” “You look fantastic!” She really did. Her skin shone with vitality, now browner than ever as the tropical sun enhanced her normally tan complexion. Her eyes were soft, brown pools of chocolate, flecks of gold sparkling around the edges of the pupils. Her lips were a dusky wine color; she had obviously put on lipstick for this special occasion. The only thing missing were heels, but I guess they wouldn’t be too practical in the sand. “You look very handsome, too,” she said with a smile. Impulsively she kissed me on the cheek and took my arm. I did not fail to notice the soft swell of her breasts pressed against me as we walked. “I can’t believe you two set me up on a date! I’m ...
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