Pleasure Island

 

It was nearly midnight as I plodded through the woods
next to the old paper mill off of Highway 59. I had
sneaked out of my house through the window in my room
just an hour before. This is the place where I always
went to calm myself and think.

I was walking down the path that my feet had eventually
worn into the foliage on the ground. I could smell the
pine as if that smell were intended just for me. All
that my eye could see in all directions was the huge
pine trees generously spaced throughout the forest and
shrouded in darkness. The ground was cluttered with
pine needles and the sky with stars.

I reached the clearing where I had erected a crude hut
just six months ago. As I approached, I noticed that
the plank that I used as a door was slightly cracked. I
circled around to the other side toward the window as
quietly as I could, fearing that some pot heads had
found my retreat. I approached the window and peered
inside.

I was caught totally off guard by what I saw. There was
a girl of about eighteen years old lying on the
mattress that I had stolen. Her clothes were scattered
around the room randomly, and she was lying with her
eyes open staring right at me. She was quite attractive
with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her face had
no visible flaws and her lips were thin and wet.

I noticed to my surprise that I was not embarrassed or
frightened, but fascinated with her perfect hips and
firm breasts. As she sat up slowly, and not out of
surprise or fear, but curiosity, I noticed that I had
become very erect.

She said to me in a perfectly comfortable voice, “Come
in.”

So, I obviously went around to the front and walked
through the door. She was sitting on the bed with her
thighs slightly parted, but not quite open enough for
me. She stood up and walked over to me. She led me over
to the bed and began to take off my button down shirt.
I could feel the blood pumping through my very hard
genital and I went into a daze.

She removed my shirt and went straight for the button
of my pants. As she was unbuttoning them, I kicked off
my shoes to avoid confusion. Then she unzipped my
zipper and sat me down on the bed. She pulled my jeans
off and cast them aside. My erection was creating a
rather large bulge in my underwear. She reached for
them and began pulling them off. As she got them past
my penis, I felt the cool air caressing it and I longed
to put it in her warm wet mouth.

She dropped my underwear on the floor and cupped my
penis in her hand. A shiver ran up my spine as the
touch of her cool fingers penetrated my awareness. She
bent down and I noticed her extremely luscious hips.
She put her tongue on the tip of my penis and I thought
that I was going to yell out.

She slowly encased the tip of it in her mouth,
encircling it with her lips. Her lips slid down it as
her tongue pressed against me. She moved up and down,
sucking firmly, and I felt the wetness of her saliva
and the warmness of her tongue together. It was almost
painful because the pleasure was so intense.

She continued slowly but smoothly for a minute or two
with my hands running through her hair and my head
thrown back into a position of ecstasy. Then she lifted
her head off of my penis, cupping it in her hand again,
and she kissed me square on the lips. I opened mine as
she opened hers, but our tongues did not meet at first.
I felt the wetness of her lips that had just been on my
lower body now on my lips.

She kissed me like no other girl ever had. She closed
and opened her mouth at just the right times, and she
rubbed my penis at the same time. Then, as I opened my
mouth again, our tongues met for a fleeting moment and
withdrew. I extended my tongue again and she caressed
it with hers. Our tongues did a bizarre dance together
while she stroked my penis to the rhythm of our kiss.

My hands slid down her side as she rolled over on hers.
I slid them around her legs to her inner thighs. She
opened her legs and I caressed her pubic area with my
fingers, making sure that I did not touch the clitoris.
The urge to ram my fingers into her was very strong but
I held off and just messaged her inner thighs with my
fingers.

She was pulling on my penis faster now and her kisses
were more intense. With no hint at all, I let my index
finger slide over her lubricated clit. She gripped my
back with her free hand and let out a slight moan. I
messaged her clitoris, rubbing my finger up one side,
down the other, up the center, and so on. She was
pulling on my penis so fast now that I had to purposely
concentrate on not having an orgasm.

I removed my hand and she removed hers as I slid down
the bed to kiss her. I gripped her hips with my hands
and began to lick her thighs right next to her opening.
I licked in a semicircle just above her clit to the
other side and then down her thigh. I then concentrated
on teasing her clit, not quite touching it with my
tongue.

She was running her hands through my hair and gripping
my head firmly. She cried out in a soft but desperate
voice, “Please!”

I would not give in. I caressed her labia with my
tongue, but I did not touch her clit. Finally, as her
grip on my head tightened, I went strait up her clit
with my tongue. She let out a satisfied whimper as I
began tonguing it. I licked with a firm tongue up one
side, down the other, and up and down the middle. I
formed patterns of the alphabet with my tongue.

Finally, after the taste of the juices had saturated my
awareness for a while, I lifted my head up and returned
to my position on top of her. I leaned on one arm and
help my penis with the other. I guided it to her
opening and touched it to her, being sure to miss the
clit again. I used it to rub her and make her wish that
I was in her. She was whispering, “Now… Now…” and I
put it into her, but only about half an inch. I moved
very slowly up and down, but only fractions of an inch.

She panted in a demanding voice, “Enter me, please!
Please!” After a little more teasing, I quickly thrust
and entered her. Her cavity was warm and slippery as I
moved my hips up and down, meeting with her gyrating
hips. I had to concentrate again on not reaching climax
until I finally felt her hands grip my back, her
thrusts speed up, her breath being held, and the
muscles inside of her contracting on my penis. I
finally released myself and I felt the come rushing out
of me in almost violent pumps.

As we were both climaxing, I gripped her back so
tightly that she let out a small yelp, and I felt her
fingernails drawing blood from my back.

Then the tension was released from my body in a rush
and I collapsed on the bed next to her. She collapsed
also and we slept that night, arm in arm.