1. The Island, Chapter 38


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Discipline, Erotica, Fisting, Lactation, Male / Females, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Plumper, Spanking, Threesome, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 87.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 38 As it was still early in the evening, we decided to go for a swim and head back to camp, to sleep in the relative comfort of familiar surroundings. I horsed around in the water a little with the girls, making the most of swimming naked with two hot chicks, but honestly after the day I had had, even my hyperdriven libido had reached its limit, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to fuck anything for many hours, possibly days. We dressed again, the girls this time in regular clothes, not the uniforms they had sported earlier, and walked back to the main beach. A few fires were burning as groups of people talked into the night, relaxing before bed. Janie and I joined Jared at our campsite, and we began drifting off to sleep immediately. I did notice, however, before falling asleep, that Joelle and Dkembe were still missing. I smiled as I imagined what they were getting up to, and my consciousness faded into blackness with that happy thought to seed my dreams. We were in for a rude awakening the next morning. I was dreaming I was swimming, and Jared was splashing me in the face repeatedly. I was getting kind of irked, and kept asking him to stop. I think my vocalizations finally woke myself up, and I looked around blearily. When the water kept hitting me in the face, I realized it was raining, and the wind was blowing droplets and spray in my face. All over the beach, people were groaning and muttering as they woke, bedraggled and damp, shifting around and covering items ...
    so they wouldn’t get wet. The rain lasted for about 20 more minutes, then finally petered out. As the sun began to heat up the beach, folks began emerging from their shelters and stretching. Our pile of fruit was decimated by hungry breakfasters, and several more eggs were found in the chicken coops. I cadged one from Anne, who had collected some for her girls. She gave it up with a small kiss and a wink, and I quickly had it poached in a bucket of boiling water, and shared it out with Janie and Jared. Each of us only got a couple of bites, but it added a little variety to our diets and was much appreciated. Morning chores were shared out amongst the castaways, and as we finished, I spied Joelle and Dkembe sneaking back into camp. They looked disheveled and wet, but quite pleased with themselves. I vowed I would get my naughty nurse to tell all by nightfall. Doing a quick tour of the beach I encountered Gabrielle by the pig pen, sitting against a tree with a towel draped over her shoulder. As she wasn’t usually shy about her duties as a wet nurse the sight made me stop for a moment. “ Allo Dave!” she said with a smile. “ Bon matin .” “ Bon matin, Gabrielle. Comment allez-vous?” “Bien, mon ami. But you should not use ze formal vous wiz me. I think we are much more intimate friends, non?” “ Oui, mademoiselle ,” I said with a grin, sitting next to her in the shade. “What’s going on under there?” I said, gesturing to the towel. She lowered it, showing Wilbur’s rotund pink form ...
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