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Island Girls Ch. 01

By: Letoria



_For those who are unfamiliar with my stories, it's important to know going in that I don't write pure strokers. It takes a good long while to reach the juicy parts. Before a single boob is exposed, we need to get to know the characters and their setting, and why the encounters we're reading about are significant enough to warrant a story. The sexy parts happen when they're suppose to happen and not a moment sooner. I tend to be very gentle with my characters. I know them intimately, and I treat them kindly and with the respect they deserve. To me, the characters are far more important then the act. For those readers on Literotica, most of my offerings cannot be offered here because the involve teenage girls under 18. If you'd like to read more, visit my website. Now, if you're still with me after that little bit of a caution, let's meet four lovely ladies about to enjoy an unexpectedly wonderful vacation ........... Letoria_




I pulled our car through the open stern of the ferry and parked where I was directed. It wasn't crowded today. My wife Sarah and I had been visiting the island for almost a decade after discovering it our first summer together. Some years the vehicles were packed so closely together that it was hard to open the car doors enough to squeeze out and get to the stairs.

Sarah carried our wool blanket, and I carried our shoulder bags. We hurried up to the open observation deck. A tattered Canadian flag stirred in the light sea breeze. It was very warm here at the landing, but hard experience taught us that it was never warm on the open bay. 

A horn blew and the tail ramp started to lift and close. I took Sarah by the hand and said, "Come on baby, let's go get a good place to sit." We found an empty bench behind the boat's superstructure, which gave us some protection from the breeze. Sarah flapped the blanket open, and we sat down, snuggling close to each other. She buried her hands under the blanket and rested her head on my chest just above my breasts.

I smiled at her and bent my head to kiss her lovingly. Even after ten years, I was passionately in love with her, and still deeply aroused by her beauty. She's deliciously girlie, with a sleek body, a tight, gorgeous butt, and long Barbie-doll legs. Her dark blonde hair hangs just beyond her shoulders, though today she was wearing it up in a loose bun. She has a delightful, impish smile, especially when she's being naughty. I'm definitely not a bad looking woman myself, but I'm not in her league. I'm very proud of the fact that I weigh no more than I did when I graduated from high school almost twenty-five years ago. I still don't have any gray streaks in my curly auburn hair, and Sarah tells me I have beautiful dimples when I smile. 

The ferry shuddered and backed out of it's slip. We were off on the ninety minute crossing. We watched the passengers coming and going, speculating whether or not it was their first trip to the island. Those without jackets were almost certainly first-timers. I perked up and took notice when two young girls came on deck, laughing and chattering with each other like magpies. They looked to be anywhere from 16 to 20, and they were both gorgeous in the way only slim teenaged girls can be. They both had lithe young bodies, and sweet, perky faces; one had long honey blonde hair, and the other dark brown hair about the same color as mine piled atop her head. They both wore short shorts and one piece hoodies. Uh oh, they were going to regret those shorts in a few minutes, I thought. Sadly, the honey blonde girl was wearing an orthopedic walking boot, as though she'd broken her ankle or had some sort of surgery.

Whatever her disability was, it didn't seem to bother the girl. She and her friend were bubbly and animated, all touchy and huggy in the way teenage girls are with their friends. Maybe it was my imagination, but damn, it looked like there was more than teenage girl BFF affection going on. When the girl with the boot got up, her friend helped her stand, and acted like a crutch when she walked.

They went to the rail to take a look, discovered just how cold it was, and came back to the relative shelter of the bench kitty-corner from us. They scrunched together against the cold, still giggling and animated. One of them took out her phone, and they brought their heads together, smiling brightly, so the girl with the phone – blondie – could take their picture.

Sarah jabbed me with her elbow. "Look at those two honeys," she said softly. She knew I had a thing for young women. "Look how cute they are."

I couldn't take my eyes off them. "Cute hell," I said under my breath. "Those little sweeties are hot!"

"They look like little lezzabelles."

"You think?" I said. Was it possible? Well hell, even if they were, what of it?

"Oh yeah," Sarah said, eyeing them closely. "Bet you'd love to get your hands on them. I know I damn sure would."

"Since when are you interested in robbing the cradle?"

"Since I saw these little hotties."

Sarah didn't lift her head from my chest, so when the girls shyly looked our way, they clearly saw we were a lesbian couple. Sarah, always bolder and more willing to take risks than me, smiled brightly at them. The girls blushed furiously, giggled and self-consciously looked away, but not until they flashed us sweet, shy smiles.

They both stole looks at us from under their eyelashes. Suddenly, Sarah lifted her head and pushed her mouth against mine. She caught me by surprise, but I recovered and got her drift. I kissed her back, savoring her sweet lips. 

Sarah pulled her lips back, then I slipped a few wet smacks in. We pretended to be oblivious to the girls. Sarah settled back, smiling up at me. "I love you," I said, smiling back.

"I love you," she murmured, her eyes sparkling. "You okay if I take a little risk? Nothing serious."

"You're bad," I whispered with a smile, my way of saying Go for it.

She waited a minute for the girls to digest seeing us kiss so brazenly. They seemed to snuggle ever closer together, still trying to look at us secretly. Finally, Sarah raised her voice and said, "You girls look cold."

They giggled self-consciously, but Miss Brunette answered, "Yeah, it's a lot colder then we expected. It was really warm when we got on."

"It's always cold out on the water, even if it's hot on land," I said.

"We shoulda worn pants. Or brought a blanket," Blondie said. "No one told us it'd be cold."

Sarah laughed. "You want to get under our blanket? There's plenty of room."

The girls both covered their mouths and snickered. They looked at each other as though communicating with their eyes. Then Blondie said, "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," Sarah answered. "We hate to see you freezing."

They looked at each other again, shrugged, and Miss Brunette said, "Sure, that'd be cool. Or warm," and they both giggled at her small, unintentional joke.

Sarah slid over so there was a gap between us for the girls to sit. My heart speeded up and I felt a tightening sensation in my chest. The girls were clearly a little unsure of themselves, but it seemed natural when they shifted positions so the blonde girl with the boot sat next to me, and the auburn haired girl sat next to Sarah. Once wrapped in the blanket, the girls both cooed their thanks and delight at how much nicer it was all covered up.

"By the way ladies," I offered. "I guess if we're going to share a blanket, we probably ought to know each others names. I'm Victoria, but everyone calls me Vicki, and that's my beautiful wife Sarah, but everyone calls her Sarah."

They laughed politely at my lame joke, but both girls' eyes widened. "You're wife?" Blondie said, looking first at Sarah, then me. "You mean you two are, like, married?" When I looked at her up close, my heart surged. I could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. Her features were fine, delicate and lovely, and her wide, guileless hazel eyes were almost hauntingly beautiful. They were eyes that could freeze me like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

Sarah never missed a beat. "Yup, we've been married three years now, but we've been together ten."

"Oh wow," Miss Brunette said. "That is so awesomely cool! So, you're lesbians?"

Blondie kicked her. "Duh! Stupid. What do you think," and they both giggled and snickered. At last, the blonde girl said, "Oh. I'm Stephanie, and everybody calls me that or Stephie, and she's Carrie, just don't call her stupid." Both girls broke into laughter, and they poked at each other playfully. Oh yes, they were more than just friends, that was obvious.

"She's always picking on me and calling me names," Carrie mock pouted.

Stephie looked at me, and our eyes locked. "It's not true," she said without looking away from me. "I only tease her when she deserves it."

Hardly believing I was doing it, my heart thudding heavily in my chest, I put my hand directly on Stephanie's thigh. She kept looking at me, and her lovely lips flexed in a tiny smile. She subtly, almost imperceptibly nudged herself a bit closer to me. "What happened to your leg?" I asked, giving her a soft squeeze.

"I went to step off the bottom stair, and my little brother left a toy there, and it made my ankle turn. I thought it was just a sprain, but I hadda have an operation. I only have to wear the boot to walk. I can take it off when I sit or go to bed. Once I start therapy in a couple of weeks, I can get rid of the damned thing."

I heard Sarah say, "This has to be your first time on the island. Are you alone?"

"Well, sorta," Carrie said.

Stephanie turned a little, using it as an excuse to push closer to me, and said, "My Aunt Cindy owns some cottages she rents out at Miller's Cove, she's lived there about six years and she's been after me to come over and visit, since we've never been. So we decided to go ahead and do it before school starts."

"Yeah," Carrie piped up. "Neither of us has our driver's license – Stephie was gonna get hers this summer, but she broke her foot and now she can't until she loses the boot."

"Yeah," Stephie agreed. "Sucks. So my Mom drove us from Fredricksburg and dropped us off."

I frowned. "Miller's Cove is ten miles from the landing. How are you getting there?"

"Oh, we got our bags and stuff down in the lounge. Once we can get a signal on my phone, I'll call Aunt Cindy and she'll come pick us up."

I looked at Sarah and she gave me an almost imperceptible nod. My insides panged. I couldn't believe what we were going to try to do. In our ten years together, we'd never once been with anyone but each other. Sure, we'd talked about the idea, but we'd never really believed we'd ever do it. Yet here we were, about to try seducing two teenage girls.

"Hey, I've got an idea," I said, as if the thought just occurred to me. "We have to drive right by Miller's Cove to get to Wood's Cove. Why don't you let us give you a ride? Save your aunt a trip all the way in from Miller's."

Stephie looked over at Sarah and Carrie, then she looked at me, and those eyes stabbed me like a dagger. A hot wave swished over me, and I felt dizzy, very dizzy. My chest grew heavy and tight, and for a few seconds, it was hard to breathe. I felt myself swimming in those eyes. Stephie's nostrils were flared, her pupils dilated, and her cheeks flushed in spite of the cold wind. I have no idea how long our eyes were locked on each other. It felt like hours, and I could have drowned in them for even longer. It was only when I almost unconsciously started to dip in to kiss the girl that I caught myself.

My head began to clear and I came back to earth. There was a pained expression on Stephie's face, as if she knew I came within a whisker of kissing her and she was disappointed that I stopped. "You guys don't mind?" she said shyly, looking down at last. "I mean, we, like don't want to put you to any trouble."

That's when I realized we'd locked eyes for only a few seconds. The question of bringing them to Stephie's Aunt Cindy's place still hung in the air. Trying to get a better grip on myself, I smiled and said, "Of course we don't mind, and it isn't out of our way. Not a bit."

She brought her hand from under the blanket to push her wind tangled hair away from her face. "OK," she said, "As long as you really don't mind. I'll call Aunt Cindy and let her know when we get off the boat."

Sarah and Carrie were giggling like kids, playing some silly game like pat-a-cake with their hands. That's one of the things about Sarah that gets me so hot, her natural ability to act silly, like a playful teen. To them, the ride business was a settled deal as soon as I made the offer. I looked back at Stephie, and the breeze was whipping strands of her blonde hair in her face. I brought my hand out and gently pushed it away. "You have beautiful hair," I said, and indeed she did. Even snarled by the salty air, it felt like silk.

She smiled shyly. "You're just saying that," she murmured.

"I'm just saying that because it's true," I said with a soft smile. I allowed myself to stroke my thumb over her temple.

Stephie shuddered at my touch. She looked at me with barely disguised longing. What on earth was happening? Here was a 18 year old girl I hadn't known an hour ago, and I was seducing her, and she was acting like it was a lifelong dream come true. "I think you're so pretty," she said to me, then looked away. 

I laughed and tugged gently on a strand of her hair. "Now it's mine turn to say, 'You're just saying that.'"

She giggled as if she'd been caught doing something childish. "No. Seriously. It's true. I... I think Sarah's lucky to have a wife as pretty as you."

Before I could answer, Sarah piped up, "Hey you two rays of sunshine. You don't have the market on good ideas cornered, Victoria. What about we play tour guide for our new friends? Get together tomorrow and the four of us spend the day checking out the island."

The ferry was making the sharp turn around the high spit of granite sticking out from the island like a seahorse's nose to make the final run in to the landing. I was shocked. We were about to dock and we were so captivated by the girls that we hadn't noticed a single one of the island's features, so familiar to us from previous trips. I said, "That sounds like an awesome idea." God, Sarah and I made a good team.

Stephie's eyes grew wide. "Seriously? You'd do that for us?"

"As long as it's OK with you... and Aunt Cindy."

"Oh, that would be so totally awesome," Stephie bubbled.

A disembodied voice came over the PA announcing, first in English and then in French, that it was now safe to proceed to the vehicle deck. The four of us got to our feet. My crotch was wet. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. The two girls took one end of the blanket, Sarah and I the other so we could fold it. Sarah, her eyes twinkling impishly, said just loud enough for me to hear, "I thought for a minute there you were gonna cum."

"So did I sweetie, so did I."

"Oh, you are turning into such a fucking slut in your old age. I'm gonna have to start keeping a closer eye on you."

To be continued

Island Girls Ch. 02



When I woke up and threw back the blankets, the fragrance of our loving the night before wafted up to my nose. Is there a better smell in the world? Not many as far as I'm concerned. It was cool and a little damp, and we naturally slept naked, so I had to pull on my robe.

I put on a pot of coffee and went back to the bedroom. Sarah was still sound asleep. I threw myself on her and wrestled her awake, tickling her in the process. She squealed and squirmed like a kid. "Vicki! Stop it!" she cried out while laughing.

"Come on lazy bones," I said, straddling her. Oh my, I could have fucked her then and there, but I had to be content just kissing her. I wanted to save all my sexual energy for what I hoped would happen later in the day. "You want coffee or a shower first?"

"What about we shower together?"

I laughed. "Sweetie, did you see that shower? If my boobs were any bigger, there wouldn't be enough room for me, never mind the both of us."

Sarah pouted. Like me, she was hot and bothered. God, if it weren't for what we had planned, I would have mauled her in a second. Instead, I grabbed her hand and helped her up. 

We had coffee and a Danish on the deck. The day was becoming brilliantly clear, clear enough to see the lighthouse five miles out in the bay. Usually it's too hazy or foggy to see half that far. It would be a great day to get out with our new friends.

Sarah showered first since she takes longer to do her hair and makeup. I'm not quite as fussy, but I did use a little more care than usual this morning. Sarah inspected me to make sure I passed muster, and she finally gave me her seal of approval. She wore her denim short shorts, knowing full well they made me go nuts when she twitched her gorgeous little ass when wearing them. To go with the shorts, she chose a pink sweater top that molded to her delicious body. I went with a more modest pair of shorts, a lilac tank top, and I carried a hoodie pull-over just in case there was a sea breeze later. I think I looked pretty damned good for a woman on the wrong side of forty.

When we were ready, I called Stephie. Her sweet, excited voice sent a shiver up my spine. She said they were ready, and we could come over any time. I told her we were on our way. I don't mind admitting I was extremely nervous. The whole thing was so far out of my comfort zone, it astonished me I was even contemplating it. More than once I asked myself just what the hell were we thinking, trying to seduce two young Canadian girls. Nervous or not though, I wasn't about to back out. 

They were sitting together on the deck of Aunt Cindy's cottage, waiting for us. They both popped up like sexy little Jills-in-a-box. Carrie scampered excitedly down the steps, leaving Stephie and her boot to clomp down alone. Oh God, Stephie was hot, and my pussy squirmed and flushed at the sight of her. I hurried over to help her down the last couple of steps. She had on a devastating pair of light blue stretchy shorts that might as well have been painted on her hot little tushie. Her gray off the shoulder tunic hinted there wasn't much underneath. 

She gave me a shy, uncertain smile. "Thanks."

Aunt Cindy came out of the cottage and pranced down the stairs. She was all in a tizzy about the girls imposing on us, insisting we were there for a vacation, not to babysit and cart around two girls. Sarah laughed and reassured her we were more than happy to have the girls, and in fact we were delighted to have the company.

I stepped in and said we were planning to have a small fire down on the rocks towards evening, where we could make S'mores, then go inside to watch a couple of DVDs we'd brought along. "We'd love to have the girls join us. If things run too late, we have an extra bedroom and a pull-down Murphy bed they can use. Of course we'd call you first. But really, they aren't a bother. I remember when we first came here, we would have loved having someone to show us around. If they become pests, we know where you live," I added with a big grin.

"Well, I guess so. I am a little too busy to play tour guide. You girls behave. Have you got money to pay your own way?"

"Yes Auntie, we do and we will."

We headed back to the North Cove end of the island, me driving and Stephie next to me. Sarah and Carrie sat in the back, giggling and whispering about something. We parked and putzed around the little gift shops. After I bought myself a nice ragg wool sweater and driver's hat, Sarah suggested we head down to the Leeward Provincial Park. 

I guess it reflected the age difference between Sarah and I, but I was at least being discreet about seducing Stephie. Sarah and Carrie were making goo-goo eyes at each other like a couple of horny high schoolers.

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"Hey, I can't go on the beach," Stephie protested.

"Why not?" Carrie demanded.

We were standing on a dune, looking out on the vast beach. It stretched in a gently curving arc for nearly a mile, and with the enormous tide at its nadir, it was 300 yards from where we stood to the water's edge. Even on a hot day like this, we were the only souls to be found. 

"My boot!" Stephie cried. "I'll get sand in it, and besides it's not supposed to get wet."

"Steph, don't be such a ...." Carrie started.

"Wait a minute," I said, stepping in before Carrie or Stephie said something they'd regret later. I put my hand on Stephie's shoulder. "Steph, you and I can take a walk down the road while these guys do the beach. There's a nice dry hiking trail that loops around the pond."

Stephie shrugged and looked intently at me. I looked back and gave her a small smile. "Yeah, I guess," she said. That's all it took for Carrie to bound off the dune and run after Sarah. I had to smile. Those two were in heat for each other.

When we got on the macadamized access road, I carefully took Stephie's hand in mine and we interlaced our fingers. She responded by squeezing my hand, and nudging herself against me. "Carrie and Sarah seem to like each other...a lot," Stephie said, looking down at the ground.

"They sure do seem to have hit it off," I said with a chuckle.

"Doesn't it bother you? I mean, last night, Carrie was, like, 'Oh Sarah is so hot'."

I laughed and squeezed her hand. "I'm not worried. Sarah isn't going to stop loving me, and I'm not going to stop loving her. Are you and Carrie... girlfriends?"

Stephie shrugged. "I guess so. We, like, date boys and stuff, but only because we're expected to. I'd just as soon hang out with her all the time – 'cept when she gets like she is today, all mean and selfish. I can't help this damned boot!"

"I'm sure she doesn't mean anything by it. People sometimes do strange things when they're with someone new and exciting."

She gave me a shy look. "I'm not doing anything strange, and...y'know."

I gave her hand another squeeze. "No, but I don't think you're as impulsive as Carrie. Just like Sarah is more excitable and impulsive than I am. We have different ways of expressing ourselves." Something caught my eye off to the side of the road. "Oh look!" I said pointing. Wild raspberry bushes were growing in profusion, each heavily laden with ripe fruit.

Stephie pushed her hair back from her face. "Wow, you hardly ever see raspberry bushes. Blackberries, yeah, all the time, but not raspberries."

I let Stephie's hand go and I leaned over to pick some of the red berries. "Be careful," Stephie warned, "they have picky things on them."

"I'm being careful," I said, carefully plucking the fragile berries. I could have filled a two quart container just from where I stood. I popped one in my mouth. "Yum! You want some?" I asked Steph.

"Sure," she said, reaching for my full palm.

I turned away with a teasing smile. "Ah ah, no, not like that. Open your mouth."

She frowned at first, puzzled, then she broke into a smile. "Like this?" she said, opening her mouth wide.

Seeing her tongue sent a shiver through me. I wanted that tongue exploring me. Giggling like a kid, I tossed a berry into her mouth, and she giggled in turn. "Good?"

"Awesome, really."

I popped a couple into my mouth, then held one loosely in my fingers. "No fair using your fingers," I said with a smile.

She giggled again and leaned in to take the berry with her mouth. She wrapped both of her arms around my arm, and we walked down the road with me holding a berry for her to take from my fingers, while she freed one of her hands to take a berry from my palm and offer it to me in the same way. Her face was bright and smiling and oh God! She was gorgeous.

By the time we finished the berries, our lips stained red with juice, we'd reached the trailhead, and I nudged her gently to guide her onto the trail. The path was smooth and easy to walk even in a boot. Stephie rested her head on my arm. "Know what?" she said, not daring to look up at me. "I think you're really pretty, really hot. Carrie thinks Sarah is, but I think you are."

A surge went through my stomach. I knew the time was just about right. "Funny, but I think you're gorgeous, about as gorgeous as any girl I've ever met. And trust me, I know beautiful when I see it."

She was blushing when she looked at me with a bright smile. "You're just saying that."

We'd rounded a bend in the trail, and we were under a canopy of shade trees, out of view of the trailhead. I stopped and turned to face her. I wondered if she knew how much I was shaking on the inside. I put my hands on her hips and said, "I'm just saying that because it's true."

We looked at each other for...I don't know how long. It felt like an hour, and it felt like a split second. Those beautiful hazel eyes were open and full of anticipation, and her lips, still red with raspberry juice, were parted slightly, inviting me. Did she know how her eyes and her mouth made my knees tremble and my heart flip-flop? I dipped down and she opened her mouth for me. Our lips came together, and she made a low, groaning noise in her throat, and she was shaking when she pressed her body into mine. A warm surge, a sensation in the same ballpark as an orgasm, rippled over me. I slid my hands around to cup her tight, beautiful butt and pull her closer.

Stephie was restless, not sure what to do, but clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of what she was feeling. I carefully slid my tongue into her mouth, and she made a sound that would have been a whimper if our mouths weren't together. She accepted my tongue and jabbed at it with her own tongue. She had her arms around me now, and she squirmed against me, mound to mound. I was on fire. I felt nectar dribble from my flushed pussy.

I had to come up for air. We were both panting when I pulled my lips back. Stephie chased after me with her lips, as though saying, "No, don't go!" I ran my lips and tongue over her cheek and the side of her neck to show I wasn't going anywhere. I traced my lips over the rim of her ear, making her shiver, and I whispered, "Are you okay, honey?"

"Yes, oh yessss. Vickie..."

I brought my lips to her mouth, and we came back together again, tongues fencing madly. Stephie was seething like a pressure cooker, and I felt an almost desperate need to take her right there. I could have slid my hand under her shorts and fucked her there under the trees, and she would have gone off like a cannon, but with supreme effort, I controlled myself. The girl was still a virgin, and if I was going to be her first, she deserved better from me than a quick finger fuck on a hiking trail.

Our kisses grew more urgent and sloppy, and we were both moaning softly. I couldn't believe the energy this girl was giving off. I was getting to the point where even my best intentions were about to be pushed aside. I vaguely hoped that if any hikers came to use the trail, we'd hear them before they came 'round the bend and saw us. In fact, just as I was about lose control and run my hands under her shorts, the sound of Sarah and Carrie laughing and talking came drifting down from the trailhead.

"No!" Stephie cried. She buried her face against my shoulder. "No! Not now!"

We were both shaking. "It's okay, Stephie," I whispered as I held her close. "Later. I promise. It'll be better that way. Okay?"

She was almost crying with frustration, but she nodded. "Okay. I just..." and she trailed off into a sigh.

We were still holding each other when Carrie and Sarah came around the bend. Carrie squealed with delight, as if she'd caught us in the act. Sarah called out, "Have you two been behaving yourselves?" she teased. I loosened my embrace and turned on shaky legs. Sarah had a wicked glint in her eyes. "You've been BAD," she stated with a gleeful smile. "I knew it, leave them alone for five minutes, and they're BAD. I know Vickie, I know how she looks when she's being bad!"

"Cut it out, Sarah," I said. "Don't expect me to believe you were Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes."

"Maybe. Maybe not," she sniffed. "Anyway, we're hungry. It's time to get something for lunch."

"Where did you have in mind?"

"There's that pizza and ice cream place on the main road. You know which one I mean?" I did. "It looks worth a try."

"Okay with you honey?" I asked Stephie. She was still flushed, but she looked composed enough.

"Fine by me," she muttered.

Carrie looked like she was about to tease Stephie, but a look from both Sarah and me stopped her. Sarah knew there was a time and place for things like teasing, and this wasn't of them.

We left the park behind. We stopped at the luncheonette and split a large pizza. We ate it at one of the picnic tables, and all the guys working in the fisheries came clomping by in their Wellies to check us out. If they only knew!



Island Girls Ch. 03



I helped Stephie up over the bank. I had an almost surreal feeling shiver over me, as though I was chasing a white rabbit who was late for a mad tea party. I slipped my arm around Stephie's waist as we hobbled across the road to the cottage. "How's your foot feeling?"

"A little sore," she admitted, "but it's not bad. I just hope there aren't any interruptions like this afternoon or I'm likely to blow a gasket."

I laughed softly. "I know what you mean. I doubt we have much to worry about tonight. Sarah and Carrie are going to be in their own world."

Stephie hobbled up the short run of steps, muttering, "I hate this damned boot."

"That's OK sweetie," I murmured. "It'll be off very soon."

We stepped into the cottage, and I flipped on some lights so we wouldn't stumble over anything. Stephie pulled off her hoodie and tossed it aside, and tried shaking out her hair. Her voice was low and strained, reflecting the nervousness she certainly felt, when she said, "My hair's a mess. I must look like a skank."

I slipped my arms around her and pulled her close. My pelvis was beginning to glow and pulsate in that wonderfully familiar way. "I never knew a skank who was beautiful."

Her modesty was genuine and unaffected, making it appealing. She blushed and looked down. "You're just saying that," she said in what was becoming a private little joke between us.

I took her face in my hands and dipped down to kiss her. My kisses were soft and short at first, tender, wet kisses on the corners of her mouth, on her lips. Finally I carefully nudged my tongue passed those lush young lips and into her wet, receptive mouth. She whimpered in her throat and her body trembled.

My head swirled with what seemed like a thousand thoughts and images. I had to be careful. Stephie was on the verge of coming already, and I didn't want that yet. I'd been given the honor of being her first, of taking her virginity, and that was not something to be taken lightly. She had only one First Time and I owed it to her that it be something she'd never, ever forget. As much as my own body simmered and seethed, hers had to be ready to explode. She was feeling things she'd never felt before, at least as intensely as she was feeling right now. It was up to me to guide us down the right path.

I pulled her close and let my tongue linger to dance with hers. She was making little groaning sounds with each breath, and she didn't know what to do with her hands. I kissed her neck and worked my way up to her ear. "Come honey," I murmured. "Let's go to the bedroom before the dynamic duo barge in on us, OK?"

She nodded quickly. "OK." Then, her voiced tight and strained, she said, "Vicki, I... I've never done this before. I might not know what to do, I hope you don't mind."

I laughed in spite of myself. I gently took her face in my hands and looked right into those flickering eyes. "Oh Sweetie, you beautiful, wonderful girl! We're making love, not taking a test. I don't mind at all, my precious love. In fact, I'm honored you want me to be your first. Come baby."

I chose the unoccupied bedroom for no other reason than it was a bit closer. Stephie clomped behind me, holding my hand tightly, as if she were a little girl waiting to cross the street with her mother. I turned on the light, and it cast a muted light, bright enough for us to see well, yet soft and unobtrusive at the same time. The bed was large and tucked up close to the wall, leaving only one side to get in and out. I closed the door firmly behind us so Laverne and Shirley wouldn't barge in. In the grand scheme, it didn't matter if they did, but Stephie deserved better.

I gently pushed Stephie back against the bed and sat her down. She looked at me with eyes that seemed at once lost and confused, yet glowing with fire. I leaned over and gave her my tongue. She moaned and jammed her tongue forward with more passion than grace. She buried her hands in my hair and pulled me closer as though try to join us into a single being. Our mouths clashed urgently, and our tongues fenced like an old Errol Flynn sword fight. My body was beginning to sizzle, my pussy flushed and flowing freely, wetting my shorts and inner thighs. Stephie was jumpy, twitching and gasping at every touch.

I reluctantly pulled back. We needed to get on the bed before we slid onto the floor. "Let's get that damned boot off," I murmured.

"OK, yes, it's driving me nuts," she said, her voice tremulous and strained.

I dropped to my knees and undid the Velcro straps, and tossed the boot aside. "OK honey," I said standing. "Let's get on the bed."

I didn't need to ask twice. Her arms shaking, she pushed back. I climbed on the bed, hungry to drink in her lush, virginal body. "Are you ready for us to get undressed?"

"Oh yes!" she hissed.

I was beginning to lose control of myself. Stephie's sexual energy came off her like heat from an ember. My pelvis was bunching into a pulsating knot, demanding attention. Somehow, we both managed to stay just composed enough to pull our tops off. She fell back, her beautiful, perfect young breasts looking up at me, beckoning. Her erect nipples were as full and firm as the raspberries we'd shared early in the day.

My own larger breasts, as firm after 40 as they were at 30, tingled, and when I cupped them and tweaked my nipples, an electric shock of pleasure shot through me. I wriggled my shorts down, baring my smooth, shiny wet mound. Stephie stared at me in wonder, as if now that I was naked, it was some sort of confirmation that this was all real and not a maybe-it-will-maybe-it-won't game. 

She moaned softly and moved restlessly on the bed, her body singing in full chorus, but not sure what to do. I hovered over her on all fours and kicked off my shorts. She reached up and grabbed me and pulled me down to kiss me with frantic urgency. Her body was as tense as a bow at full draw. I dragged my lips over hers, sucked her tongue, then fucked her mouth with mine. I was beginning to shake all over. I had to have her now. We were both on a knife's edge of agonized ecstasy. I slipped tongue into her ear, making her jump and squeal. 

"Are you ready," I whispered, "for me take you to the most wonderful place you've ever been?"

"Oh God!" she sobbed. "Yes! Please Vicki! Please take me!"

I kissed my way down her taut young body until I reached the top of her shorts. I hooked my fingers in the waist, and she let out a whimper, wriggling her hips as if the shorts were burning her. I tossed them aside and looked down at what surely was the most beautiful sight I'd ever laid eyes on.

There before me was this sweet, beautiful, passionate girl's taut, wet, virginal sex. For a moment, all I could do was gape in awe. Maybe it was just the subconscious awareness that this most intimate part of this lovely girl had never been touched by hands other than her own that made it appear so incredibly beautiful to me. I just know I was awed that she was offering this treasure to me. I was to be the first to taste her, smell her, feel her. 

How can I possibly describe what I was looking at? How does one describe a Beethoven symphony? A miniature meadow of downy blonde hair covered her mound and followed the rise of her wide outer labia. The convoluted, intricate folds and creases of her vagina glistened in the soft light, looking ever so much like a rose just beginning to blossom, and covered with morning dew. The equally complex base of the sleeve between her inner labia called to me, pleading with me to follow their path to Stephie's Crown Jewel, itself waiting impatiently beneath it's protective hood.

I know it only took me a second or two to drink all this in. It's only in hindsight that it came to feel I was swimming in her beauty for... minutes... hours.

Stephie instinctively bent her knees and drew her legs back, fully exposing her blooming flower for me. She was soaked, a trickle of nectar drizzling out of her cunt and running down the crack to spill on the bedcovers. I dropped down onto my tummy, and at first I simply breathed in her humid aroma. It wasn't unlike the fragrance of the beach we'd been to earlier, shot through with the fruity scent of sweat and the faintest tang of urine. I moved carefully because I knew she was going to go off like a powder keg as soon as I touched her.

I carefully used my hands to spread her labia, and I pressed the tip of my tongue inside her cunt, tasting her brackish nectar. I quickly drew my tongue firmly up the natural channel of her slit. I was right. She exploded under me. The instant my tongue touched, her body went rigid. I could feel her pelvic muscles spasm and quiver. She let out a strangled cry as that first spasm of unspeakable pleasure exploded over her. Her clit waited its turn, and that would be like throwing gasoline on her fire. 

I popped her clit out from it's nest, and it glistened like a pearl in an oyster. I covered her with my mouth and suckled her in. I jabbed the tip of my tongue down to probe her button, as I nursed on her, suckling, tonguing, rubbing my teeth on her. Stephie's entire body went rigid, and her feet bounced frantically as if she were doing an erotic version of Riverdance. She buried her hands in my hair, holding it in a tight grip and pulling. She could have pulled it out by the handful and I wouldn't have cared. Then she released in a burst of ecstasy. "Ooooohhhhhh God! Vickiiiiii!"

Her body trembled and she writhed on the bed. The trick now was knowing when to stop. How many orgasms could she endure without becoming spent? I had to rely on my instincts. I continued nursing on her clit, resisting the urge to let my fingers join the party. That would surely be enough to make her spend all her energy. Instead, I let her bud slip from my suckling lips, and I gave her fast, firm strokes of my tongue before dipping down to fully sample the honey flowing from her inner tunnel. She was gushing freely, surges of nectar welling up from her sex like a pot boiling over. Three times her body clenched up in a state of near ecstasy, tensing, quivering, surely feeling like some deep, secret part of her being was clawing to get out. The ecstasy of release had to feel like her insides were being rent asunder, breaking and coming apart.

I slid up a bit and laid my cheek on her mound. Stephie was gasping, panting, sobbing; her entire body trembled and quivered. I let her catch her breath for a few seconds before I slid up and gathered her into my arms. She held me weakly, still moaning with every breath. I kissed her face gently and stroked her mane of lovely, soft hair. 

To be continued...



Island Girls Ch. 04



Oh, the resilience of youth! If I'd had an orgasm as intense as the one Stephie just experienced, I would have been lost for the rest of the night. I fully expected Stephie to need a while to recover, but in the time it would have taken her to cool down after a long run, she grew restless in my arms. 

She lifted her head, searching for my mouth. Breathing heavily through her nose, she wriggled her tongue into my mouth while our lips met. Her eyes were closed, and she had a look of bliss on her face. She drew her tongue full circle around my mouth as if trying to taste her own essence on my lips. Her hands were restless and uncertain like a kitten taking her first steps.

I threw my leg over her hip, and growling playfully, I pulled her closer. 'I guess you liked that,' I said with a pleased smile. I was still hotter than the embers of the beach fire we left behind.

She laughed, and her eyes sparkled in the low light. 'Unbelievable,' she enthused, shutting her eyes as though watching a replay of it in her mental theater. 'I had no idea anything could feel that amazing! Vicki, you took me somewhere I didn't even know existed.'

Stephie pushed me onto my back and climbed on me. Feeling her sleek, taut young body atop me sent a fresh jolt through my body. 'I can't tell you how awesome it is for me that I was the first person to ever take you there.' I brushed her long hair back and tucked it behind her ear so I could take in her loveliness. 'God Stephie, you are such a gorgeous girl.' I took her sweet face in my hands and drew her down so our mouths could come together and our tongues could wrestle. 

Our bodies moved restlessly in a crude sort of rhythm. Stephie instinctively ground her firm mound against mine, and I let out a gasp. The pressure in my pelvis was growing and sending out surges of heat.

Just then, the front door banged open. Sarah and Carrie boiled into the cottage, laughing and purring. I could tell from the hungry sounds they made that they were making out hard. I could imagine Sarah devouring the girls lips with her own, fucking her lush young mouth with her experienced tongue, just as she did mine. I heard them stagger closer until they were right outside our door. 

'Looks like that room's taken,' Carrie giggled. 'Wanna wake them up?'

'Fuck them,' Sarah growled. 'I've waited long enough, they can worry about themselves.'

Stephie slid off me, giggling. 'Listen to them. Sarah's all worked up.'

I was tempted to tell Stephie we should heed Sarah's advice, and worry about ourselves, but the show they were putting on was far too interesting. Already at simmer, hearing my wife about to have a teenage girl go down on her -- a privilege until now reserved only for me -- was intensely arousing.

Stephie was getting as worked up as me by the performance going on just the other side of the door. She was all over me, kissing my lips, my face, my neck, her hands wandering over my body, searching for and finding tender spots. I squirmed and moaned softly. I brought her face to mine and kissed her deeply. 'I'm yours,' I whispered into her mouth. 'Do me anyway you want, sweetie, I belong to you.'

On the other side of the door, I heard Carrie say with a sexy, girlish laugh, 'Be nice to me, I've never done this before.'

Sarah laughed in turn. 'Don't worry 'bout that sweetness. Just think 'Lollipop'', and they both giggled.

By now, Stephie had kissed her way down to my breasts. I'm not overly endowed in the boob department, but I'm not small either. I lost all interest in the Sarah and Carrie Show when Stephie discovered my breasts. She brought my nipples to full attention with her fingers before she savored them with her tongue.

I moved with growing restlessness, struggling to keep my hands from running to my sex. 'Oh god, Steph,' I groaned. 'You make me so damned hot!'

She smiled up at me, delighted at my compliment. Her hand stole down to my mound to caress me.

It was impossible to totally ignore the other two. I knew Sarah's sounds as well as I knew my own, and I knew that Carrie was on her knees with her face tucked between my wife's legs. That's a provocative image to have run through your head, no matter how you look at it.

My attention was brought back to my own situation when Stephie bit my nipple and stretched it out, a playful smile on her face. She giggled while watching me closely. She let my nippie slip from her teeth with a snap, and I jumped and let out a sharp cry at the wonderful tickly shock it sent over me. She moved between each breast, sucking, tonguing, nipping as if she'd been doing it for years, carefully watching my reactions. All the while, she moved restlessly, caressing her body against mine. She moved her hand closer and closer to my pounding mound.

Stephie slid up from my tingly breasts so she could kiss me. My breathing was heavy. 'Where did you learn to do those things?' I asked incredulously.

Stephie smiled down at me. 'I do have an imagination you know,' she said in a teasing voice.

At last, she ever so lightly slid her hand up over my mound and over my bare sex, and I gasped hard at her electric touch. She touched me almost as well as Sarah did.

'How come you're all bare here?' she said with a delighted smile. 'I thought only teenagers and young women went with bare pussies.'

I pulled her face down and let myself draw in her lush beauty. 'Are you calling me an old lady?' I teased.

'Maybe,' she shrugged. 'But maybe I prefer older women, hmmmm? Ever think of that?'

Outside, Sarah's body was banging on the door as she danced to the tune of her impending orgasm. Her cries and gasps told me she was seconds away from the dam breaking. Her hands began to rat-a-tat on the door as they fluttered uncontrolled. She was holding her breath and whining. Then she let her breath out in a loud gust, 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck!'

I smiled at the sound. Carrie obviously had Sarah's number.

And so it appeared Stephie had my number. She slid her finger down, opening me and gliding down my labial sleeve like the prow of a ship splashing into the trough of a wave. She worked me with growing confidence, her finger probing, looking for the spots that made me jump when she touched them. I let myself bask in the wonderful surges of pleasure her lovely touch brought me.

I've always loved finger play. Back in the days of my heterosexual marriage, I hated being penetrated. It always hurt like hell. To this day, I cannot abide anything phallic in my vagina. Oh, but fingers! I love the sensation of having my lover's fingers inside me, exploring for sweet spots, sloshing around, then spreading my nectar all over my bare vulva. That's exactly what Stephie was doing, and she had me squirming and moaning.

'Oh Stephie, you beautiful... wonderful girl,' I groaned. 'Your fingers are magical!'

Stephie smiled with delight, obviously thrilled with my compliment. She was already showing me she had the trait so important to making someone a great lover: Sincerely taking as much delight in giving pleasure as in getting it.

She found my clit with the pad of her finger, and I barked, 'Fuck!', and my entire body jumped at the sharp pulse of pleasure bursting over me. Her fingers still stroking and caressing me, Stephie lowered her head to kiss my neck and work to my mouth. I pulled her face to me, and I rammed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues swirled together, flicking and stabbing. At last she pulled back. Her eyes aglow, Stephie murmured, 'Want me to kiss you down there?'

I had to chuckle at her almost childish way of asking for permission to go down on me. There was something sweet and endearing about it. I knew even then it meant she was very comfortable with me. I was in that state where my arousal was such that I felt deliciously drugged, yet every pleasure nerve was crackling. My chuckle was thick and languid. I kissed her and murmured, 'Only if it's something you want to do.'

'Oh yes Vicki! I've dreamed about doing it for so long!' Her excited enthusiasm was genuine.

What Stephie lacked in grace and patience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm. It seemed like the next thing I knew, she was on her tummy between my spread legs. I was tensing up in anticipation, propped on an elbow so I could have the added stimulation of seeing her make love to me. She looked up at me, hesitating. "Is it OK if I put my fingers inside your pussy?"

I had to laugh again. It was easy to forget that none of this necessarily came instinctively to a girl her first time. 'Yes honey, it's OK. You do whatever seems right, however it seems right, you can't do anything wrong. I promise.'

At first, Stephie was hesitant and self conscious. Instead of diving in as she had a few minutes ago, it seemed the idea using her mouth on me demanded she do everything exactly right. She wriggled a finger into my pussy and explored a bit. It felt nice, though hardly overpowering. Encouraged, she backed out and returned with two fingers, and that felt much better. "That's in honey," I encouraged. "That feels really good." She looked up at me as if to confirm what I was saying was true.

Still watching me, Stephie started fucking me with her fingers, in and out, in and out. While it felt nice, I would never come that way, but I didn't really care. What mattered was Stephie, not me. She moved her face closer to me, as though she were inspecting my sex -- which I suppose she was. I have to admit, I wasn't used to making love this way. Sarah is a very, very assertive lover. In fact, her enthusiasm is breathtaking, and I was sure Carrie was getting a very different introductory lesson than Stephie was getting from me. I didn't do or say anything to push her along. I simply stroked her lovely hair, and cooed my approval and encouragement.

Then she did something that surprised me in the most delightful way (apologies to Mary P). She slipped her finger's out of my pussy and used them to plow a way up the labial channel, opening me and making me jump and gasp with delight. Understanding this was exactly the right thing to do, she worked both of her hands up to pull my labia open and fully expose me. She continued to hesitantly stroke me and explore, seemingly fascinated by her discovery.

Oh my, that was such a delicious sensation! Her soft, delicate fingers sliding up and down, up and down, until at last, she dared slide up and explore my clit. That brought all the fire, so carefully tucked away while she got her bearings, out of hiding. I let out a sharp cry as she sent a surge through me. "Oh God Stephie! That's it baby, that's spot!"

Stephie smiled up at me with a look of triumph. And now she dove in and sent me to a wonderful, magical place. She traced the tip of her tongue up and down my sleeve, then she used the flat of her tongue, rasping it over every sensitive speck of my flesh. She attacked my clit, holding me open with her fingers so she could rattle her tongue over my pearlescent jewel, then suckling me as she might my nipples. Her confidence and enthusiasm exploded with every passionate cry bursting out of me.

I held her head in my trembling hands, jamming my mound up against her face. Nectar flowed readily from me to mix with her saliva and create a delightful frothy broth. I vaguely heard her hum with pleasure as she devoured me. She was carrying me higher and higher. The heat in me raged. It was as if I had a star in my lower tummy, burning white hot and sending out a corona of intense pleasure to every part of my being. Finally, it was time to surrender, and everything sprang free. I vaguely remember crying out, but really, all that stands out is the intense waves pleasure the beautiful girl's loving gave me.

Stephie slid up and rested her cheek on my chest just above my breasts. I was still panting, still not completely back from the wonderful place she'd brought me. When my head cleared and my breathing slowed, I shifted so I could gather Stephie in my arms. She snuggled close to me, and when I sought her mouth with mine, she was eager to accept my tongue.

I stroked Stephie's hair, reveling in its softness. Then I let my hands wander, savoring the creamy softness of her skin under the pads of my fingers. She shivered and groaned softly. "You are an amazing girl," I whispered as I nuzzled my lips under the angle of her jaw,

Arching her neck, Stephie purred happily. "I wasn't sure," she murmured. "I wanted to make you feel good, like you made me feel."

"You did precious, you mostly certainly did," I whispered in her ear. She gasped when I nipped her earlobe. She was beginning to get restless and squirmy. I was stroking the back of her thigh, scraping my nails ever so lightly up, then down, then up again, making her skin ripple into goosebumps, all while we kissed back and forth.

Before she even realized it, I had Stephie stoked into a white heat. My touches, my kisses, our bodies pressing together with ever greater urgency, had Stephie panting and moaning. I found her erect nipple with my fingers, and I tugged and squeezed it, stretching it out until she was stiffening and almost squealing. 

She was on her back now, and I was straddling her. She wrapped her strong, athletic legs around me and pulled me close. "Oh Vicki Vicki Vicki!" she cried. Clearly, she was surprised at how hot and bothered she'd gotten without realizing it. She held my face in her hands and fucked my mouth with her tongue.

"Have I got you all wild and crazy?" I teased with a little chuckle.

"Ohmygod!" she gasped. 

I slid down, pausing to tend to her succulent nipples. Treating them like her clit, I tongued those lush berries, before nipping them and stretching them in my teeth, each in its turn. I kissed my way down her tummy, hoping she'd be able to last a little longer by not having much time to think about and anticipate it.

At last, I was on my tummy between her legs. She was breathing heavily, tight little moans escaping her with each breath. The aroma of her sexual essence was much stronger this time. Her labia were open, exposing her beautiful intricacies to me. Nobody will ever convince me that anything on this earth is more beautiful than a woman's sex when she is fully aroused. Stephie's made my breath catch. Such a beautiful thing deserves to be treated with love and reverence.

I nuzzled my face directly into her wet crevice, burrowing in her. I slurped up her freely flowing honey, drawing her intricate labial wattles into my mouth so I could suckle and nip. She jumped when I pushed my tongue into the entrance of her virginal pussy. I could tell from her gasps and sharp body movements that she wasn't going to last much longer. I drew my tongue up the channel of her pussy to her treasure.

I used my fingers to retract her clit's protective hood and expose her precious bud, then dipped down and stroked her with my tongue. She squealed and stiffened. I let my tongue work its magic, stroking her up and down, side to side, circling, probing and poking, the tip and the flat, slow and fast. I tried very hard to back off when it seemed she was getting too close to the edge, and I can't say how long she lasted before going off like a cannon, but it was longer than her first time.

Inevitably, she went rigid except for her feet dancing on the bed. With great gushing gasp, she cried out and collapsed, only to almost immediately stiffen again. This time, I was intended to keep going until she could take no more. We were a writhing mass by the time she'd had her third or fourth orgasmic spasm (I wasn't keeping count). Then she was squirming and laughing. By now, her clit was exquisitely sensitive, and touching her was unpleasantly ticklish.

I simply gathered her into my arms and held her. I stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, caressed her cheeks, sang soft songs to her, and she basked in my gentle attentions. I was very content to have her in my arms, and make her feel warm and happy. 

After a time, I looked at her, and her eyes were heavy and somnolent. I brushed the ball of my thumb over her lips, and murmured with a smile, 'You look sleepy.'

Stephie nodded. 'I am.'

I looked over at the alarm clock. It was well after midnight. 'OK honey,' I said, leaning over to reach the lamp. 'Time for us to get some rest.' I clicked off the light, and managed to grab all the blankets in a single try. I pulled them up over us and lay facing her. 'Come kitten,' I whispered. 'Cuddle with me.'

Stephie tucked her body close to mine, her face in the valley of my breasts. 'Vicki,' she whispered. 'I feel so... good.'

'Amazing, isn't it?'

'I've never, ever felt anything like that, even when I touch myself. I... I'm so glad you were the first person to make me feel like that. I'll never forget it."

'I can hardly say how proud I am that you let me be your first. You're a beautiful, special girl, and you deserved to have someone who cared about you.'

'Yes,' Stephie whispered, nodding her head. She slipped a fist between our bodies, and with that she was asleep.