1. the Island, Chapter 15


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

    I stroked her thighs gently, looking into the azure pools of her eyes. “Don’t worry, sweetie. This should be fun, OK? It’s not going to hurt and I’m not embarrassed, so you shouldn’t be either.” She nodded and seemed to steady herself. Those downy thighs parted, and her sweet treasure opened to me, the delicate pink, puffy lips gaping slightly as she spread for me. God, she was gorgeous! Her little mound was dusted with a scattering of brown hairs, just enough to let you know she was entering puberty. The outer lips were plump and smooth, just begging to be kissed. In between them, generous rosy inner labia spread like petals of an orchid, glistening in the afternoon light. She was pretty lippy for a 12 year-old , I thought, drinking in the sight. “Now hold the mirror so you can see your pussy straight on. Isn’t it pretty? I think it looks like a flower.” She studied it intently. “It does look like a flower! I’ve never seen it from this angle before.” She reached down to touch the inner lips lightly, stretching one of them with a finger. “They’re stretchy,” she marveled. I couldn’t resist. My hand slid in of its own volition and I lightly grasped the other lip between thumb and forefinger. I pulled it lightly until it was stretched to its limit. Mackenzie gasped quietly. “They’re very stretchy!” I told her. “Some girls really like to pull on them; they say it feels good. Go ahead and try it.” She tentatively pinched the right one and pulled on it experimentally, softly at ...
    first, then harder than I did, yanking the pink curtain until it was an over an inch long. She let go and it snapped back. She giggled. “I like that. It does sorta feel good.” “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I said, almost dizzy from lust. I figured most of my blood volume was now in my penis, and that probably was depriving my brain of oxygen. I softly stroked the downy hairs on her mons. “These are your pubic hairs. You’ll get more and more of them as you get older, until they cover the outer lips, or labia.” “They started growing last year,” she said. “And I got these, too.” She lifted up her left arm, the one not holding the mirror, to show me a little fuzz in her armpit. “I shave them sometimes. Is it gross cause I haven’t shaved them in a while?” “No, I don’t think so,” I told her. “Besides, the longer we’re on this island you’re going to see more and more hair. We only have a few razors and they’re not going to last long. So the guys are going to have beards and the girls are going to have hairy pits and legs. We might as well get used to it.” I was still stroking her puffy outer lips in fascination, and Mackenzie didn’t seem to mind at all. If fact, her legs had spread further and her breathing had deepened. I shook myself slightly. “In between the outer lips are the inner lips or labia. Those are the stretchy ones.” I gently caressed the pink folds. “Oooooh, that feels good,” she purred. She began massaging them herself, and I moved my fingers out of the way to give ...
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