1. the Island, Chapter 15


    Date: 3/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, First Time, Masturbation, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92.4, Source: sexstories.com

    out when a man gets excited. You’re so beautiful it really got to me.” “Can I touch it?” she asked diffidently. “OK,” I said, my heart pounding. Don’t you dare bust a nut on her hand , I told myself. She shyly reached out her hand and stroked my throbbing boner with her finger. “It’s warm,” she marveled. “And soft, but hard on the inside.” I gritted my teeth as her small hand wrapped around the shaft for a moment, giving it a little squeeze. “How old should I be when I have sex?” she asked, staring at my cock with interest as she continued to torture me with light strokes. “I think most girls wait until at least 15 or 16,” I said with some difficulty. “Some wait until they get married. Some have their first time in college. Whenever you find a boy you really like and you feel ready, it’s OK. Just remember to use a condom, unless you’re on birth control pills.” “Are these your balls?” She surprised my by grasping the left one gently. “Yes,” I croaked, closing my eyes and trying to distract myself as she slid to the right one and rolled it in her fingers. “My friend Katie said if you kick a boy in the balls he’ll die.” “No,” I laughed, the humor settling me down a little. “But if you hit him hard enough he might wish he were dead for a while.” I sighed. “I think you better stop touching me now.” She withdrew hastily. “Did I hurt it?” “No, it feels so good I just about can’t stand it any more.” She smiled ...
    radiantly. “I’m glad. You made me feel good, too. Thanks, Dave.” She looked at her feet, suddenly embarrassed again. “You remember when we were in the water the other day?” she mumbled. “Yeah.” How could I forget? “I felt your hand on my pussy and I really liked it. I…I was holding your arm so you wouldn’t move it away. That’s when I decided I wanted you to show me how to play with myself.” She looked back at my face, stricken. “Are you mad?’ “I couldn’t be mad at you, angel,” I said with a smile, ruffling her hair. “I’ll tell you a secret: I didn’t want to move my hand away; I liked it, too. You better get dressed and get back to the other girls before someone comes looking for you.” “OK,” she agreed, all smiles again. We quickly pulled on our duds. “You should keep this just between us, OK?” I told her. “Some people would get mad at me for showing you this.” “But I asked you to,” she said. “But usually grown men don’t do this with girls. Sometimes men make girls do these things when they don’t want to, or hurt them. People just want to keep you safe, and they might worry I forced you to do it and you’re afraid to tell on me.” “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody,” she said forcefully. “Thanks,” I said gratefully. “Now get out of here, you little monkey!” I swatted her on the butt and she ran off squealing happily. I watched her go, shaking my head. Jesus, was Janie in for one hell of a fuck tonight! To be continued....
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