1. The Island, Chapter 30


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Group Sex, Interracial, Latina, Males / Females, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    poured a healthy slug into it and gave it to River. “Drink up, pardner. It’ll make things easier later.” He took a swig, and began coughing. “Smooth!” he rasped, giving the traditional response. He sipped away at the rest until it was done. Janie arrived on the scene, trailed by Samantha, and quickly asked, ”Is he OK?” “I think so. It’s going to need stitches, but I don’t think there’s any serious damage done.” “We got the shark, River,” Samantha said with a smile. “He tried to make you his dinner but we’re going to make him ours later.” “His bad karma,” the young man said with a goofy grin. It looked like our improvised anesthesia was doing its job. “We need to get your shorts off so I can get a good look at things.” We eased them off with his help. Jessica looked a little interested in his exposed cock, but was discreet enough that she managed not to stare. I pulled off the compression cloth and sure enough the bleeding had stopped. “This might hurt,” I warned him, and slowly poured another cup of the moonshine over the wounds, gently rubbing off the fragments of leaves and sterilizing the area as best as I could. He hissed in pain, and Jessica looked green. “I can’t watch this,” she said tremulously. “I’m gonna get sick.” “No worries,” said Summer. “Thanks for your help, Jessica,” River said, squeezing her hand. “You probably saved my life.” “You’re welcome,” she said, before bolting away into the trees. “Is it that bad, doc?” he asked me. “No, not really. It just looks ...
    gross if you’re not used to it.” Joelle and I inspected the wounds carefully. “At least they’re clean,” she said. “No debris or shredded tissue.” “No shredding!” River slurred. “I only shred on the slopes.” “Christ, that stuff is strong, Rodney,” I said. “That’s 200 proof as is. We may want to mix it with juice or coconut milk for drinking.” He gave a grimace as I blotted at the wounds. “I’m outta here. That’s disgusting.” Joelle produced a packet of suture. “This is all we have left. I used a lot of it that first day.” “I can make this last for River, but we’ll have to make some more with some tendon fibers from one of the pigs. We can soak it in alcohol and thread it on a regular sewing needle. I’m sure somebody had one on the plane.” “I’ll start on that later,” she agreed. I opened the suture and grasped it with a hemostat. “Well, here goes. Let’s see how good the anesthesia is.” I plunged the needle through the edges of one of the lacerations, and River gave an incoherent yell, but didn’t thrash too much. “It’s doable, but not optimal. I feel bad hurting him but it’s got to be done.” “I know how to make it better,” Summer said. “If you don’t mind.” “Hell, no,” I said. “Do you know hypnosis or something?” “No, just this.” She lay down next to him and sucked his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes in concentration as her tongue massaged his limp prick into erection. I was speechless, and looked at Joelle. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open in shock. Her mouth finally ...
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