1. The Island, Chapter 36


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Male / Female Teens, Masturbation, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 87.9, Source: sexstories.com

    throat as she plopped onto my hands, her ass making a loud slap as it hit my palms. My thumb unerringly met her cooze, and she was so goddamned wet I slid into her up to the knuckle. Anne turned back to observe her pose, and this time I was certain the girl had deliberately muffed it (pun intended) so as to prolong her impalement on my digit. I made the most of the ensuing critique, slipping my thumb deeper into her liquid warmth for a moment, then sliding it forward to caress her stiff little clit. Her gasp must have been audible to Anne, for the coach stopped criticizing her abruptly. “Don’t be so sensitive, Natalie. I’m just trying to improve your stance. If we ever do get back home, you want to look good for Regionals.” “You’re right, Anne,” the girl managed to squeak out as her honey trickled down my wrist. “Tell me when I do something wrong.” I slowly placed her shaking legs onto the ground as the others sniggered and giggled uncontrollably. “Honestly, what is wrong with you girls today?” Anne groused. “You are not in the right frame of mind for a serious practice. We’re going to have to call it quits. Everyone give me three laps up and down the beach before we finish.” The girls groaned theatrically and started running, Yasmine surreptitiously carrying Natalie’s squirrel covers in her hand. My back was to the coach as I finally removed my lucky thumb from its moist resting place, bringing it to my mouth to lick it clean as Natalie watched, wide-eyed. “Thank you Dave!” ...
    Anne called to me as she walked after the jogging girls. “You were a big help. Come on Natalie. You’re captain, you’re supposed to set an example.” The captain, still shielded from her coach by my body, took advantage of the situation to caress my protruding dickhead through the fabric of my shorts. “Yes, thank you Dave,” she said with a smile. “That will certainly help me tonight.” I watched as she jogged off, my erection truly painful as I contemplated the thought of her stroking that sweet slit in her bedroll this evening. And now she’s jogging up and down the beach in her cheer uniform with nothing underneath. The thought had me hyperventilating, and I was glad Anne wasn’t still there to see the alarming tent in my shorts. A quick usage of the shower calmed me down somewhat, and after cooling off with the frigid water, I read my book in the sun for a half hour or so, warming and drying my body. Pretty soon, though, I was antsy again and looking for another distraction. I grabbed one of the two balls we had on the island, and wondered how long they would last. Maybe we could make one? I know they used animal bladders or stomachs in third world countries to make balls. It sounded disgusting, but beggars can’t be choosers. I looked around for someone to toss it around with and spied Christopher lounging under the trees. We need to make a hammock , I thought to my self. And it needs to go right there. I added another entry to my mental notebook, which was getting quite full ...
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