1. The Island, Chapter 20


    Date: 10/30/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, massage, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    so it wasn’t tented so obviously. The two exchanged some more words in their language, and the girl giggled slightly. I hoped it wasn’t at my expense. She finished my thighs, the last strokes of her soapy hands brushing my nutsack lightly and giving me shivers. I knew the towel must now be rucked up enough that she was staring at my scrotum. My mind tried to be embarrassed, but my body was pretty happy with the idea, and I couldn’t help getting a thrill while imagining her looking at my balls as her mother sat just feet away. This whole situation, as surreal as it was, was getting me incredibly horny. Disappointingly the hands pulled away, and I heard some rattling, and the sounds of water swishing. Soon another cascade of hot spring water poured over my hair, and Truk began shampooing me, giving me a wonderful scalp massage in the process. There was something very sensual about having someone else washing my hair, and I was getting goosebumps from the sensation. She massaged my temples, and then started washing my shoulders. I opened my eyes just enough to watch her jiggling little tits as she worked, the thick pencil-eraser nipples looking so appetizing my mouth actually began watering. I flicked my eyes to her face, and was embarrassed to see her looking at me, knowing she had caught me checking her out. A small smile graced her lips, so I guess she didn’t mind. Her fantastic fingers worked their way down my chest, her fingers running through my chest hairs slowly. She ...
    said something to her mother in Vietnamese, and her mother replied. I guess she wasn’t used to seeing body hair on men, perhaps having only seen Asian men so far. The magic hands moved farther south, and I was thrilled to see her leaning farther over me, her taught little belly right over my face as she reached my stomach. The soapy rag went back into the bucket once more, and the next thing I knew, the towel was whisked away, laying my erection bare. Another bucket of warm water cascaded over my groin, and I jumped in surprise. My hands moved instinctively to cover myself, but I forced them back down, not wanting to seem like a prude. If she didn’t mind checking out my cock, and her mother wasn’t bothered, I wouldn’t be either. Soon the delicious sensation of soapy fingers running through my pubes galvanized me. The little minx slowly caressed my nether regions, just barely touching my penis occasionally, as if by mistake. After what seemed like an hour of suspense, she finally began washing my dick, stroking the shaft slowly with her small hands. She worked her way around my balls, rolling them around, then slid her lathered-up hand into my crack, soaping up my asshole and thoroughly washing the area. I was about ready to explode, my manhood throbbing in time to my racing pulse, and my breath coming in pants, when she stopped and poured another bucket of water over me, washing off the soap. “Turn over,” she said in a quiet voice. I did, disappointed my wiener wash was at an ...
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