1. The Island, Chapter 34


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, First Time, Male / Older Female, Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    torso. Those wonderful, gigantic breasts swayed back and forth as she worked with Sharon to spread the blankets, the nipples looking like little strawberry gumdrops. Her hairless sex shone pinkly in the bright light, the deep slit between her plump labia beckoning me in like a pathway to heaven. Her big, firm belly wobbled as she moved, an oversized helping of feminine delight. My dick was stirring slightly as I recalled the equally oversized lust she possessed in that chubby body of hers. My earlier musings about male attractiveness came back to me as I looked at Rodney. He seemed to be in his mid-forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a fit body. He didn’t quite have a six-pack, but obviously worked to keep himself in shape, not more than a pound or two of excess weight on his trim 5-foot-11 frame. His cock was nothing to be ashamed of either: uncircumcised like mine, and hanging flaccid a good five inches between his legs. True to my prior feelings, I could admire him without being attracted to him. I suspected that Adam would be won over, however, and made up my mind to introduce the two of them when the younger man left the adult section and went past. I walked over to them, and Janie gave me a kiss. Tasting Jessica on me, she gave me a knowing wink. “I know what you’ve been up to,” she said mischievously. “What?” asked Jill curiously. “Give him a kiss hello and you’ll see,” Janie laughed. Both Jill and Sharon approached me, and each did as Janie had suggested. Jill ...
    blushed, but Sharon apparently had no compunctions about talking about sex. “Tastes like pussy to me!” she sang out, making me blush as much as Jill. “Then you’re not getting a kiss from me,” Rodney said with a face of mock horror. Jill punched his arm as we all laughed. “So, tell us,” Janie wheedled. “Who was it, Dave?” “Jessica,” I admitted sheepishly, sitting down. “Oho!” Mary said. “Score one for the doctor of love!” “She is quite a dish,” Danielle agreed, eyes twinkling at me. “Isn’t she a little young for you?” accused Sharon. Was she jealous? I wondered, detecting something in her tone. “Old enough to bleed; old enough to breed!” sang out Mary, drawing a chuckle from Janie and a gasp from Jill. “That’s terrible! And it’s illegal!” muttered the chubby flight attendant, a frown on her face. “Not on this island,” said Danielle gently. “We’ve sort of agreed that as long as no one is hurt, abused, or coerced into anything, we’re not going to perpetuate the restrictive standards of the so-called ‘civilized world.’” “I’m not sure how I feel about that,” said Sharon. “Dave and the coaches know this,” said Janie, tilting her head at Mary and Danielle as she spoke, “but the rest of you don’t. I grew up in a nudist colony in Northern California, where we had pretty relaxed views on sexuality. Sex play was common among the kids, and the adults were not shy about making love in front of others, including the children. We did have strict rules against pushing youngsters into doing ...