1. The Island, Chapter 26


    Date: 12/24/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, First Time, Male / Female Teens, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Virginity, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 87.2, Source: sexstories.com

    done up in her customary braid, which trailed down her back. She was dressed in a My Little Pony sleep shirt that hung down to her thighs. Her muscular legs protruded from under the hem, and I followed them with interest down to her bare feet. She really is a lovely young woman, I thought. I was very aware that I was half naked in front of her, my dick jutting out insolently for her young eyes to see in all its throbbing glory. I admired her full breasts as they strained at the thin cotton, the nipples erect in the cool night air. Stop it! I castigated myself. The poor girl is in pain and you’re checking her out. “I’m sorry you’re not with your family, honey,” I said gently, my dick starting to droop in shame. “I wish I’d known it was your birthday. I would have arranged something to make it special for you.” “That’s just it,” she said quietly. “I only had two things on my wish list for when I turned 15. One was to go out with my friends like I told you.” She stopped, biting her lip in consternation. “And the other one?” I prodded. “I wanted to become a woman,” she whispered, looking down at her feet, suddenly shy. Don’t do it! My good angel screamed from my shoulder. Fuck you! my bad angel said nastily, spearing the halo-wearing wuss with its pitchfork. “Do you mean you wanted to have sex?” I asked in a trembling voice, my dick back at full attention now. “Yes,” she said, finally looking at me again. Her eyes cut to my cock, then quickly back to my face. If we had been in ...
    daylight, I suspected her cheeks would have been flushed. “Most of my friends have already done it, except for the younger ones. But I’m one of the youngest girls in my grade, so I’m always behind the others.” “Your body is definitely ahead of the curve,” I said sincerely, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. She looked down at herself, suddenly aware that her taut nipples were plainly visible through her thin shirt. She started to cross her arms over her chest reflexively, but steeled herself and held them at her sides. She gulped and continued. “I got my period when I was 10, and I started touching my coochie when I was 11.” Her coochie! I thought. How cute. “I have a candle I took from the kitchen that I use. It makes me feel good. And I’ve watched stuff on the internet.” She was babbling now. “But I want to have real sex, and I want it to be with you.” “Are you sure?” I said, not wanting to take what wasn’t freely offered. My dick was certainly sure, and was nodding yes in time with my racing heart. “I’m sure,” she insisted, finally meeting my eyes. “I’ve only talked about this with Alison. She said you were her first and that you were very gentle with her. That’s what I want for my birthday present.” This was too much. I began to wonder if I hadn’t really sustained a fatal head injury in the plane crash, and this was all a dying hallucination, like that story we all read in American Lit class. Who cares? my mind screamed. Give the girl what she wants! If I were ...
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