1. The Island, Chapter 35


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, First Time, Group Sex, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Teen Male / Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 89.6, Source: sexstories.com

    most wonderful moment of my life.” Her eyes opened again and focused on mine. Her pupils were huge; dark caverns that I was sinking into happily. “I love you, Dave,” she whispered. “I’m so happy to be here right now.” “I love you too, baby,” I said with a smile. “It’s good to be alive, isn’t it?” In reply, she pulled her face to my chest, her arms tightening around my back, pressing our bodies together as if they would never again part. I continued my rocking, striving to drive my penis against the sensitive tissues at the front of her vagina. I adjusted my body higher, so that the base of my cock would press harder against the little nub of her clit. Judging by her reaction, she liked the sensation, for her humming had now taken on a desperate quality, an animal sound roughly parsed by my thrusts into musical grunts torn from her chest with increasing frequency and volume. Soon the grunts became words, as she cried “Oh! Oh! Oh!” with each forceful meeting of our bodies. I had reached the limits of her depth, and I had to be careful not to pound her innocent womb too hard. I’d once been told by a girlfriend that chicks definitely did not dig having their uterus beaten like a piñata, so I tried to be considerate and leave a couple of inches outside my little lover as I worked her young body. Alyssa’s moaning had now reached a fever pitch. She let go of me abruptly, falling back onto the blanket and arching her back. “It’s coming!” she wailed. “I can feel it. I’m gonna have an ...
    orgasm! Oh, God, yes! Shit!” Now who’s cussing? Words failed her, finally, and with a prolonged “Uuuuunnnh” she began shaking, drumming her heels into my sides like a demented cowgirl on an ill-mannered horse. I could feel her cunt, already as tight as I’d ever experienced, squeeze me even tighter. So tight in fact, she held the condom still within her and my last thrusts before I let myself climax were into the rubber sheath instead of moving it into her. She was still twitching and grunting as I finally unloaded my pent-up semen, burying my face into the hair draped along her neck as a long, tortured groan left my body. Fucking Alyssa was something special, an act so profound to me it took me by surprise. I had had longer fucks, more inventive fucks, encounters with multiple partners; had lovemaking resulting in multiple orgasms for both myself and my partner, but sharing the gift of first union with this sweet, trusting, beautiful young woman transcended mere lovemaking and instead entered the realm of spirituality. In fact, the only event in my life to compare was the incredible experience Anjali had seen me through just a couple of weeks before. Both were deeply meaningful encounters that brought me to a place within myself I rarely reached, being a basically practical man not prone to introspection. Beyond that, though, the two experiences had led to a merging of disparate consciousnesses—two people becoming one for a moment, defying the solitary existences we all lead ...
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