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Island Girl 1/4 by Eros
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
ISLAND GIRL
(by Eros)
Part 1.
Jack Brewster balanced himself at the foot of the worn mattress, his
pants open, cock jutting out longer and harder than any 55-year-old's
probably had the right to... especially one belonging to someone who'd
been through as much as Jack had.
We were in the beach house Jack had been renting with "misdirected"
government funds for five years. Jack had been doing lots of unauthorized
shit, which was why I was sent here to collect him. One untrustworthy
soul dispatched to retrieve another.
"Have you ever come on an island girl's tits, Harry? It's beautiful.
Come 'ere and watch."
Sprawled beneath Jack on white sheets was a young Haitian woman named
Juanita. She was as naked as the beach, arms and legs outstretched in a
willing, almost patriotic, spread-eagle.
"You got a beautiful cock, Jack." she murmured, her liquid brown eyes
sparkling mischievously.
Juanita had smooth, milk-chocolate coloured skin, a gorgeous innocent
looking face, tiny hips, a narrow waist, and firm, perfect tits.
"Jack," I said, trying to be insistent, "our plane leaves in two
hours."
Jack stood over Juanita with his hips thrust forward. He tilted his
head back and closed his eyes. His long, thin legs trembled slightly as
he drew his hand back and forth over his rock-hard cockshaft. Juanita
gazed up at him with a look of genuine love on her pretty, young face.
"It's so dry, Jack, honey. Your cock needs some lubrication."
She slid her legs beneath her and got up on her knees, bringing her
face even with Jack's throbbing hard-on.
"Jack," I interrupted, "you've known all week I was coming. You could
have done this..." How could I put it? "You could have wrapped this up
yesterday."
As though Juanita's gorgeous young body were an open file. Jack pursed
his lips and took a deep breath. Juanita's hands were on his ass, her
mouth was closing in.
"I did, Harry. I did do this yesterday. And the day before.... And the
day before that...." He shuddered as Juanita's full, pink lips slid
moistly over his cock. She held the bulb of his shaft in her lips and
darted her tongue along its underside, making his twitching prick glisten
with saliva. "Uuuuuuhh, yeahhh!... and the day before that, and before,
and before, and before." He placed a hand gently against the back of
Juanita's head, touching long, black hair that was straight and lustrous.
"And that's why I'm doing it again today. This is why...."
He gently prompted Juanita to take more cock. Which she did eagerly.
Tilting her neck and shoulders, she looked up at Jack with those
beautiful deep brown eyes and took his entire length into her tiny mouth.
Suddenly, from my perspective, the ceiling fan turning over the bed
seemed to be still and the room looked to be spinning.
Juanita sucked Jack lusciously, effortlessly, deeply, as though hiding
a sticky candy in her mouth. Jack touched her cheeks and took a loud,
deep breath, sucking pleasure into his lungs.
"Isn't she the most beautiful thing in the whole world? The only girl
who can get me hard. Did you know that? Did they tell you that in
Langley? About what she does for me? They know, those bastards. They know
everything."
Pale shadows of natural light spilled through bamboo shutters and
played games over Juanita's gorgeous young face. Her jaw and throat
muscles were working expertly, and no doubt her little pink tongue was
too, because the look on Jack's face told me he was very close to climax.
As he hit his peak, Jack shook as though someone had hold of his
shoulders. His sperm erupted in her mouth. Juanita groaned, stayed on
him, and sucked him all the way through it. When Jack's jerking cock had
slackened, she let it slip slowly from her mouth, spilling cum over her
lips like a wet kiss. The contrast of the creamy white against her dark
skin was beautiful. I felt hypnotized.
As Jack staggered naked onto the deck to catch his breath, Juanita
said to me, "Harry, you're hard in your pants."
I sure was. Seeing Jack cum in the gorgeous little island girl's mouth
and watching his sperm dribble down her chin onto her tits had been the
most arousing thing I'd ever witnessed. My prick was rock-solid.
When Juanita was sure that Jack was out of sight, she swung her legs
over the side of the bed, spread her ebony pussy hair with deft fingers,
and revealed her glistening pink slit. "Right here," she whispered
silently. "I want your big cock right here."
I would have taken her up on the offer in two seconds flat if Jack
hadn't returned just then. Juanita rolled over and buried a naughty laugh
into the pillow. She started to masturbate, not minding at all that Jack
and I watched. When she was close to reaching orgasm, Jack turned to me
and said, "Don't make me go home, Harry. I can't live with out her."
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End of Part 1. Continued next message...
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