1. The Island, Chapter 33


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Lactation, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Threesome, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

    isn’t very difficult. Come on!” I pulled on her arm, trying to convince her to get up. “Oh, all right,” she acquiesced, rising to her feet. “I could stand to lose some weight, anyway. It’ll be good for me.” “You are perfect as is,” I told her. “Don’t get all bony on me. I like you soft and feminine.” She took my arm with a smile. “That’s sweet, but I just need to take off that extra five pounds.” “Is there a woman alive who doesn’t say that like a mantra?” I asked, exasperated. She chuckled, but didn’t disagree. The card game was winding down, and as soon as it finished we changed and lined up on the beach. Mi Cha, Falani, and Joelle were our guest students for the day, and again I assigned Christopher the task of giving them instruction in the basics while I took the older kids and Janie worked out with the younger ones. As we held our class, at the other end of the beach the cheerleaders, minus Emma and Megan (who hadn’t returned yet) held their own practice. They had finished the unpleasant task of dissecting the pig and must have been anxious to get some good, clean exercise in. Rain again joined them, and apparently had convinced Dakota to try it as well. I was a little irked that I didn’t get to watch, but I figured there would be plenty of other opportunities. When we were done, Janie convinced everyone to hop into the big pool, uniforms and all, so we could rinse off and do laundry at the same time. After a brisk cool down swim, the adults all jumped out to go hang ...
    up their wet clothes, leaving the kids still horsing around in the water. I was amused when Joelle steadfastly refused to change in front of me, preferring the privacy of her hut with its hanging towel as a changing room. Janie opted for a nap, and I decided to head on across the island to the nude beach for some sunbathing and relaxation in the quiet. I stashed my clothes in the cubby, noting with surprise there was quite a pile of clothing already there. Spying a lacy pink scrap in the pile, I surreptitiously glanced around, then slipped it out. A pair of frilly triangles connected by thin straps hung in my hand, and I realized it was some young thing’s panties. I got a little jolt of adrenaline imagining whose they might be, and couldn’t resist pressing them to my face for a long inhalation. The musky scent of pussy filled my nostrils, instantly bringing my dick to full engorgement. God, there is nothing in the world like that sweet, sultry smell! I shook myself, carefully returning the scrap of fabric to its place, and took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down. I didn’t want to walk out on the beach looking like a fool, so I took my time stepping onto the sand, waiting until my dick was flaccid again. Or at least mostly so. I didn’t mind looking a little bigger than usual—everyone was entitled to a little vanity. There was almost a crowd on the nude beach, and I took a moment to look around at the activity and see who was there. As before, Anjali was off to the ...
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