I ran my idea for introducing Tae Kwon Do to our community by the girls. They were also very excited at the prospect of not only a demonstration, but also regular classes, and showed their enthusiasm by cheering and clustering around me, clinging to my legs and climbing onto my back. This was fairly typical behavior for our students, and I laughed as I trudged away, dragging a giggling girl from each leg for a good 15 feet before they finally had mercy and let go.
Through common consensus, we had all agreed to have a rotating kitchen detail that would provide an evening meal for the camp. The hippies had volunteered to go first. The rest of the meals would be catch as catch can, with each person fending for him or herself. The plentiful fruit allowed for easy snacking even for the kids. As the evening drew closer, the cooks announced that our pork roast was ready. The castaways gathered around the fire pit as the carcass of the pig, roasting in banana leaves under coals for the last few hours, was unwrapped. Succulent odors wafted from the meat, and a line quickly formed as heaping servings were distributed. Even with dozens of hungry people, there was still plenty left over for tomorrow.
I spent a pleasant hour with Joelle, eating and talking. She asked about Janie, and I carefully explained our relationship as basically friends with benefits. I assured her Janie and I had no commitments to each other and that there would be no issues if Joelle and I continued to have romantic encounters. She seemed a little confused, but reassured. We parted with a kiss, and I wondered when I would get to experience her lovely body again. The ball was in her court; I just had to wait until she was ready.
I made my way over to Janie’s “house”, where she and Jared were playing checkers with rocks and shells in the sand. I watched as she let him win, then showed them how to play Mancala, an African game that used small stones and could be played in the sand with no equipment. After we had played a few rounds, with me letting Jared beat me, but losing fair and square to Janie, it was getting dark. Jared asked if he could sleep at Boy’s Town with his friends, and Janie agreed hesitantly. I assured her he would be safe. There seemed to be no natural predators on the island, and there were 5 or 6 boys, including 16 year old Christopher, who would be there to keep an eye on him.
I laid down with her in her favorite spoon position. In order to distract her from her worries, I started talking about Christopher, a handy topic. “You know, I’ve been impressed with his leadership abilities. He’s a natural born teacher, and the younger kids really look up to him. When he leads class, even the adults don’t mind learning from a teenager.”
Janie agreed. “He’s grown up so fast in the last couple of years. Before you moved to our area, he was this skinny little kid. Now he’s this strapping young man with muscles and self confidence.” I was beginning to suspect that she had a little crush on him.
“He’s certainly grown into a handsome young man. I guess he must have his pick of the girls.”
“You’d think so,” Janie mused, “but he doesn’t seem to have a girlfriend. I’ve seen him around some of the older girls at the dojang, and he seems fairly shy around them. Maybe his confidence only extends to martial arts and teaching.”
I began to get a naughty idea. “Maybe he needs a little help,” I said innocently.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we’re stuck on this island for God knows how long, and we are going to need to rely on Christopher to be a leader. It would probably do wonders for his self-confidence around the ladies if he had some experience with them.”
She rolled onto her back and eyed me suspiciously. “What are you getting at?”
“Well,” I replied, “when I was his age, I sure had a crush on an older woman—my friend’s mom. If she had ever taken the time to teach me a few things, I would have been a lot more smooth around the girls in school. I’ve seen the way he looks at you—he thinks you walk on water. Maybe if you paid him some attention, it would help.”
“What kind of attention are we talking about here?”
“The kind every young man needs. A grown woman’s guidance in the ways of love. I know you think he’s cute. I think it would be good for you, too.”
“Oh you do, do you?”
I held up a hand. “Don’t get riled up. I just mean that you and I aren’t built to be monogamous lovers. We thrive on variety. I’m getting all the variety I need around here, but I’m not sure you are. Your choices are a lot more limited.”
“Exactly what kind of variety are you getting?” Now she was intrigued. She propped herself up on one elbow. “You mean Joelle?”
“Well…” I filled her in on Joelle, Gabrielle, Sharon and Jill.
“Damn, Dave!” she laughed. “Aren’t you the stud. Maybe you’re right. If all of these chicks are draining your balls, I may need to seek attention elsewhere. You may not be able to fulfill my needs anymore.”
“Oh, I think I can fill something,” I said in a low voice, slipping my hand under her shirt and fondling one stiff nipple. Obviously my description of my sexual escapades had gotten her motor running. Certainly reliving the morning had gotten me hard again.
She gave a murmur of contentment and slid her torso on top of me, planting a deep soul kiss on my mouth. She pulled off my shorts while I stripped off my shirt, then slurped my dick into her mouth for a deep sucking. Just when I was sure I couldn’t take any more stimulation, she set my swollen prick free, and shucked off the tiny shorts she slept in. She straddled my hips, sliding her dripping wet snatch up and down my boner as it lay on my belly. “Ooooh!” I groaned in ecstasy.
“Shush!” she said, smacking my chest lightly. “Don’t wake up the neighbors.”
The realization that we were surrounded in the dark by people, some of them kids, and many obviously still awake and talking, excited me further. I grasped her slim hips and lifted her slightly. She pointed my fuckpole at the sky and eased herself down on it, purring happily. Her thick lips kissed the base of my cock as she reached bottom. Those incredible pussy muscles began to work their magic, churning away on my meat like a roller pump.
“Damn, woman, where did you learn to do that?” I whispered hoarsely.
Janie laughed. “Believe it or not, I took a belly dancing course. They taught us now to control the abdominal and pelvic muscles. I took a pole dancing course once too, just for fun. I may have to show you my moves some time.”
She continued her marvelous dick massage, and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. She tossed it aside, then ran her hands through her hair, leaning back with her eyes closed. Her sculpted form gleamed in the moonlight, her pert tits and erect nipples silhouetted against the starry sky. I reached up to fondle her firm boobs, and she held my hands in hers as she used them to caress herself sensually. She was using her whole body now, rocking and twisting her pelvis on my throbbing cock.
“Tell me more about your morning,” she said breathlessly.
I went into great detail about my first foray into adult breastfeeding, and Gabrielle’s lovely young body. Janie was obviously getting more and more excited by the story, and let go of my hands. She began pinching her nipples with one hand and reached down to where her muff met my groin and began massaging her clit. By the time I was telling her about Jill’s sopping wet pussy and giant tits, she was panting and grunting with each thrust, impaling herself on me with increasing intensity.
We were both getting close to climax, and I brought out my secret weapon. “I can imagine what you’re going to do with Christopher tomorrow,” I said with an evil grin. Her eyes opened, and I saw them shining in the moonlight.
“Like what?” she asked expectantly.
“Like you’re going to slowly unbutton his shorts and slip his smooth young manhood out. He’s going to have a woman holding his cock for the first time. You’re going to cup those swaying balls of his in your hand while you slip your tit into his mouth.”
Janie was humping me like a demon now. “Oh, God, yes! I’m going to suck his teenage dick and show him how to eat pussy. I’m going to spread my legs and let him fuck me! I want to feel his jizz filling my cunt!”
And just like that my jizz was filling her cunt, as I exploded into her frothing pussy. She began bucking her hips wildly, biting her lip to keep from crying out as her orgasm swept through her body. She fell to my chest, trembling, as my spurts and her contractions slowly faded. She kissed me once more, and I could see her teeth shining in the night as she smiled.
“You are my kind of man, Dave Connor! A body built for sex and a mind full of naughty ideas.”
“And I think you are the perfect partner, Ms. Scarlatti. Ditto on both counts.”
We fell asleep in each other’s arms as the tree frogs piped away the night.
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