1. The Island, Chapter 37


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Male / Females, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Threesome, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    hug, pressing myself against her gorgeous body and feeling her curves melt into me sensually. “I’m glad, honey. You deserve some fun.” I kissed her cheek, breathing in her fruity smell. “Have fun, and don’t think about it too much, OK? Just enjoy the moment.” She pulled back slightly, looking me in the eye with a radiant smile. “I’ll try. Thanks for the support. You’re still my number one guy, Dave.” “And I’m still your sex slave, as well as your number one fan, Joelle.” She giggled at the memory of my alternative job description, and bent down to retrieve her small bag. I lovingly caressed her ass as she did, making her gasp. “Dave, cut it out!” she complained, but with a smile. “I don’t want people to see.” She looked even more embarrassed than before. “Plus,” she whispered, “you’re going to get my panties all wet. I don’t want to gross Dkembe out.” I sighed. “Even after all we’ve been through, you still don’t know dick about guys, do you? Wet panties are about the biggest turn-on for a guy there is.” She looked a little shocked. “Really?” “My dear, the fastest way to get a guy desperate for your quim is to let him smell a damp pair of undies. It’s just a fact of life.” “Eeew, you’re serious?” “Fuckin’ A I’m serious.” I lowered my voice conspiratorially. “Didn’t the smell of Janie’s pussy the other night get you horny?” Her eyes were now wide, the pupils dilated and jet black in the waning light. I could see her nipples poking out through her flowered blouse as her ...
    imagination began to work overtime. “I guess so,” she said quietly. “I thought it was the whole situation, but it may have been a little pheromones, too.” She thought for a moment, then grinned impishly. “Do you like to smell my pussy?” “Hell yes!” I said with a grin. “If you let me, I’d drop on my knees and put my head up your skirt right now!” Her eyes got even wider. “You wouldn’t….” She trailed off as I did, in fact, fall to my knees in the sand, my hands sliding up the backs of her thighs. “I couldn’t!” she said, now trembling wildly. “You could,” I disagreed, my hands reaching up under the modest, knee-length garment to caress her ass cheeks. I was thrilled to find her wearing a thong, and knew she had plans for doing the dirty deed later. “Oh, God!” she moaned, obviously tormented by desire. I decided to save her the trouble of deciding, and simply thrust my head up her skirt, my lips brushing her thighs lightly as I made my way to her divine delta. I inhaled her delicious aroma, pressing my face to the lacy scrap of fabric covering her bush. By now she was so weak in the knees I was practically holding her up, my hands cradling those soft, round buttocks of hers gladly. I gave her a lingering kiss on the gusset of her panties, feeling the dampness with my lips. Emerging from my little tent of pleasure, I rose to my feet again, embracing her once more. She clung to me tightly, still quivering, her face buried in my chest as she gasped for breath. I kissed the top of her head, ...
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