Island Girls
Chapter 4

Copyright© 2012 by Letoria

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - We've been going to the island every year for the last ten years, but this time around, we meet two lovely teenage girls eager for adult attention.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft   Consensual   Lesbian   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Slow  

Oh, the resilience of youth! If I'd had an orgasm as intense as the one Stephie just experienced, I would have been lost for the rest of the night. I fully expected Stephie to need a while to recover, but in the time it would have taken her to cool down after a long run, she grew restless in my arms.

She lifted her head, searching for my mouth. Breathing heavily through her nose, she wriggled her tongue into my mouth while our lips met. Her eyes were closed, and she had a look of bliss on her face. She drew her tongue full circle around my mouth as if trying to taste her own essence on my lips. Her hands were restless and uncertain like a kitten taking her first steps.

I threw my leg over her hip, and growling playfully, I pulled her closer. 'I guess you liked that, ' I said with a pleased smile. I was still hotter than the embers of the beach fire we left behind.

She laughed, and her eyes sparkled in the low light. 'Unbelievable, ' she enthused, shutting her eyes as though watching a replay of it in her mental theater. 'I had no idea anything could feel that amazing! Tori, you took me somewhere I didn't even know existed.'

Stephie pushed me onto my back and climbed on me. Feeling her sleek, taut young body atop me sent a fresh jolt through my body. 'I can't tell you how awesome it is for me that I was the first person to ever take you there.' I brushed her long hair back and tucked it behind her ear so I could take in her loveliness. 'God Stephie, you are such a gorgeous girl.' I took her sweet face in my hands and drew her down so our mouths could come together and our tongues could wrestle.

Our bodies moved restlessly in a crude sort of rhythm. Stephie instinctively ground her firm mound against mine, and I let out a gasp. The pressure in my pelvis was growing and sending out surges of heat.

Just then, the front door banged open. Sarah and Carrie boiled into the cottage, laughing and purring. I could tell from the hungry sounds they made that they were making out hard. I could imagine Sarah devouring the girls lips with her own, fucking her lush young mouth with her experienced tongue, just as she did mine. I heard them stagger closer until they were right outside our door.

'Looks like that room's taken, ' Carrie giggled. 'Wanna wake them up?'

'Fuck them, ' Sarah growled. 'I've waited long enough, they can worry about themselves.'

Stephie slid off me, giggling. 'Listen to them. Sarah's all worked up.'

I was tempted to tell Stephie we should heed Sarah's advice, and worry about ourselves, but the show they were putting on was far too interesting. Already at simmer, hearing my wife about to have a teenage girl go down on her – a privilege until now reserved only for me – was intensely arousing.

Stephie was getting as worked up as me by the performance going on just the other side of the door. She was all over me, kissing my lips, my face, my neck, her hands wandering over my body, searching for and finding tender spots. I squirmed and moaned softly. I brought her face to mine and kissed her deeply. 'I'm yours, ' I whispered into her mouth. 'Do me anyway you want, sweetie, I belong to you.'

On the other side of the door, I heard Carrie say with a sexy, girlish laugh, 'Be nice to me, I've never done this before.'

Sarah laughed in turn. 'Don't worry 'bout that sweetness. Just think 'Lollipop'', and they both giggled.

By now, Stephie had kissed her way down to my breasts. I'm not overly endowed in the boob department, but I'm not small either. I lost all interest in the Sarah and Carrie Show when Stephie discovered my breasts. She brought my nipples to full attention with her fingers before she savored them with her tongue.

I moved with growing restlessness, struggling to keep my hands from running to my sex. 'Oh god, Steph, ' I groaned. 'You make me so damned hot!'

She smiled up at me, delighted at my compliment. Her hand stole down to my tummy to caress me.

It was impossible to totally ignore the other two. I knew Sarah's sounds as well as I knew my own, and I knew that Carrie was on her knees with her face tucked between my wife's legs. That's a provocative image to have run through your head, no matter how you look at it.

My attention was brought back to my own situation when Stephie bit my nipple and stretched it out, a playful smile on her face. She giggled while watching me closely. She let my nippie slip from her teeth with a snap, and I jumped and let out a sharp cry at the wonderful tickly shock it sent over me. She moved between each breast, sucking, tonguing, nipping as if she'd been doing it for years, carefully watching my reactions. All the while, she moved restlessly, caressing her body against mine. She moved her hand closer and closer to my pounding mound.

Stephie slid up from my tingly breasts so she could kiss me. My breathing was heavy. 'Where did you learn to do those things?' I asked incredulously.

Stephie smiled down at me. 'I do have an imagination you know, ' she said in a teasing voice.

At last, she ever so lightly slid her hand up over my mound and over my bare sex, and I gasped hard at her electric touch. She touched me almost as well as Sarah did.

'How come you're all bare here?' she said with a delighted smile. 'I thought only teenagers and young women went with bare pussies.'

I pulled her face down and let myself draw in her lush beauty. 'Are you calling me an old lady?' I teased.

'Maybe, ' she shrugged. 'But maybe I prefer older women, hmmmm? Ever think of that?'

Outside, Sarah's body was banging on the door as she danced to the tune of her impending orgasm. Her cries and gasps told me she was seconds away from the dam breaking. Her hands began to rat-a-tat on the door as they fluttered uncontrolled. She was holding her breath and whining. Then she let her breath out in a loud gust, 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck!'

I smiled at the sound. Carrie obviously had Sarah's number.

And so it appeared Stephie had my number. She slid her finger down, opening me and gliding down my labial sleeve like the prow of a ship splashing into the trough of a wave. She worked me with growing confidence, her finger probing, looking for the spots that made me jump when she touched them. I let myself bask in the wonderful surges of pleasure her lovely touch brought me.

I've always loved finger play. Back in the days of my heterosexual marriage, I hated being penetrated. It always hurt like hell. To this day, I cannot abide anything phallic in my vagina. Oh, but fingers! I love the sensation of having my lover's fingers inside me, exploring for sweet spots, sloshing around, and then spreading my nectar all over my bare vulva. That's exactly what Stephie was doing, and she had me squirming and moaning.

'Oh Stephie, you beautiful ... wonderful girl, ' I groaned. 'Your fingers are magical!'

Stephie smiled with delight, obviously thrilled with my compliment. She was already showing me she had the trait so important to making someone a great lover: Sincerely taking as much delight in giving pleasure as in getting it.

She found my clit with the pad of her finger, and I barked, 'Fuck!', and my entire body jumped at the sharp pulse of pleasure bursting over me. Her fingers still stroking and caressing me, Stephie lowered her head to kiss my neck and work to my mouth. I pulled her face to me, and I rammed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues swirled together, flicking and stabbing. At last, she pulled back. Her eyes aglow, Stephie murmured, 'Want me to kiss you down there?'

I had to chuckle at her almost childish way of asking for permission to go down on me. There was something sweet and endearing about it. I knew even then that it meant she was very comfortable with me. I was in that state where my arousal was such that I felt deliciously drugged, yet every pleasure nerve was crackling. My chuckle was thick and languid. I kissed her and murmured, 'Only if it's something you want to do.'

'Oh yes Vicki! I've dreamed about doing it for so long!' Her excited enthusiasm was genuine.

What Stephie lacked in grace and patience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm. It seemed like the next thing I knew, she was on her tummy between my spread legs. I was tensing up in anticipation, propped on an elbow so I could have the added stimulation of seeing her make love to me. She looked up at me, hesitating. "Is it OK if I put my fingers inside your pussy?"

I had to laugh again. It was easy to forget that none of this necessarily came instinctively to a girl her first time. 'Yes honey, it's OK. You do whatever seems right, however it seems right, you can't do anything wrong. I promise.'

 
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