Emily and Daniel
Copyright© 2015 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 9: All the Time in the World
Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 9: All the Time in the World - Emily had a pirate fantasy, and I did my best to make it come true for her. This is a sequel of sorts to "Emily," but it stands on its own. CAUTION: There's a lot of explicit, raunchy language here, even if overall it's a love story (and sex romp). Plus, Emily's journal is full of vivid, purplish and over-the-top prose. (Manchowder, anyone?) There is MM, pretty light stuff, as well as sibling incest and borderline activities with parents. And pirates. Check the codes before you read, please.
Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Group Sex
Our last anchorage was in a small cove on the north end of an island so small I'm not sure it had a name. Now, as the dusk deepened, it was as if Emily and I were held, warm and safe, in our own little world on our own little island in the warm tropical night, the soft waves murmuring their evensong. The boat was anchored a short swim away, the others off to their own devices on this, the last night of our cruise.
"Our boys are hunks, aren't they, Daniel?"
I looked down into her eyes as I moved in a steady rhythm.
"They are."
We'd seen plenty of them on this voyage.
"Their cocks are wonderful."
We'd seen plenty of their cocks, too. The twins knew how to use them, to judge by the frequent smiles of Debra, Jennifer and Beatrice.
"I love it when they're hard."
She squirmed.
"They treat Debra right. Especially together."
That's for sure, I was remembering.
"I loved what they did the other night, Daniel. With us, I mean. I didn't want them inside me, but I loved it when they came all over me."
I leaned down to kiss her.
"Me, too, Emily."
I kissed her again.
"And now, Emily?"
"Keep going. Slowly, OK?"
I slowed my thrusts, keeping my eyes on Emily's face. Her eyes opened and locked on mine. She grinned.
"Nice. Just like that, Daniel."
"Yes."
She was silent for a moment.
"A little harder, please."
I stroked harder.
"I need kisses now."
I complied.
"Fast, Daniel, fast."
That was the easiest request to comply with. I was surfing the edge of the wave and the crash was coming anyway. The blood in my ears, the heat and wet of Emily, her center, her cries and her urgings melting into a sustained roaring in my ears as I neared the finish.