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

    two of this treatment, ‘Buffy’ was having trouble holding her pose, and her legs shook uncontrollably as she took her tongue-lashing gratefully. I backed off, observing the shining trails of vaginal lubricant running down her inner thighs. ‘Buffy’ was about ready for a good fucking, in my opinion! ‘Missy’ was getting jealous, though, and demanded her share of attention. “Jerome!” she barked. “Sit down!” I fell back, sitting on my heels, and looked at her with wild-eyed anticipation. Her hands snaked out to clutch the back of my head, and before I knew it she had thrust her oozing crack in my face, rubbing the slick tissues of her protruding vulva along my cheeks and over my lips. I stuck my tongue out as the succulent flesh slid past, loving the familiar taste of her, reveling in the intimate contact between us. She ground her overheated mound aggressively against my face, and I would have happily let her smother me this way if she so desired, but after a moment more of fucking my face she relented, and I gasped in a breath as her dripping pussy was pulled away. “You’re being a very good boy, Jerome,” she said breathlessly. “Maybe you’d like to see our titties now?” “Oh yes! I’d like that very much!” You bet your ass I would! My two tender tormenters lined up again with their pom-poms, and this time spiced up the routine by hoisting their tops up sufficiently to display two sweet sets of tits. “Give me a J!” yelled ‘Buffy.’ “J!” shouted ‘Missy.’ “Give me an E!” “E!” The ...
    girls were jumping up and down now, waving their pom-poms in circles. Janie’s tight rack jiggled enticingly on her exposed chest, the stiff nipples tracing a complicated path through the evening air as she danced around madly. Anne’s considerably larger hooters, gearing up for milk production as they were, bounced wildly up and down in time with her chanting. The sight of her swollen mammaries caroming off of her huge belly, the fluttering skirt underneath it all, was an image I was not likely to forget in this lifetime. “Give me an R!” “R!” “Give me an O!” “O!” With each kick they flashed those wet cunts at me, and as I was still kneeling shell-shocked in the sand, I had the perfect up-skirt view of their feminine flowers. My hand went back to choking the chicken as I watched, entranced, this sexy cheer unfold. “Give me an M!” “M!” “Give me an E!” “E!” I was having flashbacks of high school pep rallies gone by; sweet sixteen-year-old beauties of my dreams, so unobtainable to the average boy that I had been, dancing and leaping across the gym floor. Just two thin scraps of fabric had kept me from viewing paradise with each kick those many years ago. Not so, now! I was practically drooling with desire as the bare breasts and naked pussies of today merged with memories of Melinda and Stacy and Lauren and the others of my youth. “What’s that spell?” “JEROME!” the two of them belted out at top volume. It was too much for me. I blew an epic load into the sand, the hot white spew ...
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