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

    plane. Adam is one of the cheerleading team. I think you guys may have a lot in common.” The two shook hands, and it was clear a little spark seemed to travel between them. “And I think it’s time for our little party to break up,” said Janie. “What, why?” asked Jill. “I thought the discussion was just getting interesting.” Sharon nudged her and inclined her head at Rodney, who was still holding Adam’s hand, a small smile on his face. “Oh,” Jill said quietly. “Right. I’m going to go for a swim.” She hopped up, big breasts bouncing, and jogged toward the water. “I think I’ll join you,” said Sharon, walking behind her. Danielle and Mary stood, and the blonde woman helped her hobbling partner toward the jungle. “We better get back to our girls. Who knows what trouble they’ve gotten into by now. Ciao!” Janie and I strolled along behind them, arm in arm, leaving the two men still staring at each other, oblivious to our departure. “I think it’s love at first sight,” she whispered gleefully. The four of us dressed at the cubby, all of us helping Danielle, who was still unsteady on her broken leg. The two coaches bade us farewell and headed up the hill toward the hunting camp. Janie and I made our way to the main beach, where we found most of the kids embroiled in the creation of a huge sand castle. We joined in for a half hour or so, helping in the construction of an arched drawbridge. Once we had done our part, we decided to make the rounds of the campsites, checking in with ...
    everyone. No new crises or injuries were apparent, and dinner preparations were well underway for the night. The cheerleaders had decided to create a fish stew, and they had appropriated a large steel tank salvaged from somewhere in the guts of the plane to hold the bubbling brew over the fire. I took a sniff and gave them a thumbs-up, but when I tried to steal a taste, I got whacked in the hand with a spoon by Anne. “Wait until we’re ready, Dave!” she scolded. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” “Hey, it’s not her fault if I choose to ignore them,” I said, rubbing my hand. I decided to get my revenge, and used the same hand to goose her, since her hands were full and she couldn’t defend herself very well. “Aaaah!” she screeched, jumping. “If you want any dinner you’d better cut that out. Or I’ll feed yours to Wilbur. He’s the pig and he’s better behaved than you.” I snuggled up against her back, my hands rubbing her big belly. “You know us boys only torture the girls we love.” She was enjoying the attention, now, and pressed back against me. Turning her head to the side, she whispered in my ear. “You still owe me a threesome, remember?” “Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” I said, sneaking a quick squeeze of her boobs. I thought I was being surreptitious, but some of the cheerleaders caught it and snickered. Anne was blushing now in embarrassment. “Go on now! This isn’t the time. I’ve got to finish the cooking.” I nibbled her ear and left her to it, now flushed and discombobulated. ...
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