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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite Masturbation, Hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Facial, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MILF, Virgin

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Note: Thanks to my beta reader Leslie for proofing this!

Samantha “Sam” Kinkade

Maybe coming on a Ladies’ Retreat Cruise was a bad idea.

I knew being a lesbian was a sin. I knew it, but I couldn’t help the desires I had for women. I prayed and prayed to the Lord to deliver me from these wanton, homosexual urges. That was why I had come on my church’s ladies’ group cruise. It was supposed to be two weeks of spirituality. Connecting with god.

And enjoying the sights of the South Pacific.

But other than the crew, it was almost all women on the ship. The fifty or so members of our church’s ladies’ group had been joined by other local churches who had rented out the boat. It was all organized by Mrs. Hart, the preacher’s wife.

If she knew I was a lesbian…

Temptation would be a lot easier for me to handle if one of the other women on the ship wasn’t checking me out.

Feeling restless midway through the cruise, I had come to the gym to get a workout. Tire myself out so I could fall asleep and not be tormented by the beautiful women on the cruise. So here I was on a StairMaster, working my legs and arms at the same time.

I wore a sports bra and a pair of tight shorts. My body gleamed with sweat. I was in great shape. I was an athlete, playing softball and basketball. I had toned thighs, firm arms, a taught butt, and even a six pack. My legs burned as I pumped them up and down, going hard for twenty minutes straight now.

And she watched me the entire time.

She was on an exercise bike sort of lazily peddling as she stared at me. Danielle Murphy. A recent divorcee from one of the other churches that had joined the cruise. She was staring at my ass. I could feel her looking at my rump. Checking me out.

Another woman was checking me out.

There was another lesbian on the cruise.

She must be in the closet like me. No wonder her marriage had ended. What did that mean for me if she couldn’t make being straight work? I prayed and prayed that I would find a good, Christian man attractive. That I could marry him, have kids, be a good woman.

But Danielle was gorgeous. In her thirties with a full decade on me, she had red hair she wore in a bob and big boobs that stretched out her tank top. Those tits jiggled as she peddled her tone legs on the bike. A wonderful sheen of sweat gleamed across her exposed skin.

Our eyes met. Heat flared.

I looked away, my pussy clenching. The heat swelled through my snatch. I swallowed as I felt that connection drawing us together. That magnetic attraction. I thought about kissing her. As my body went into autopilot on the StairMaster, my thoughts drifted.

What would it be like to kiss a woman?

My pussy burned as I closed my eyes, imagining Danielle’s lips on mine. She was older than me. Did she have any experience with a woman? I bet she did. She could show me how to love her. First by teaching me to kiss her. Maybe use some tongue.

Then she would pull up my sports bra. My round tits would spill out. She would cup them with her hands and knead them. I could almost feel her groping my boobs. She would duck her head down and suckle a nipple into her mouth.

I almost whimpered as I worked on the StairMaster, feeling Danielle’s eyes on my ass as I fantasized about her nibbling on my nipple. She would dance her tongue around it while her hands went lower and lower.

“I’m going to show you how lesbians make love,” Danielle whispered in my mind. “Mmm, I’ll eat your pussy then you’ll eat mine.”

My mouth watered at the thought of eating Danielle’s pussy. The sexy divorcee would have a thick bush she would rub across my lips. I would tongue her. Lick at her. She would groan as I did that. Her entire body would tremble as I feasted on her.

“Yes, yes, lick me like that,” she purred in my imagination. “Make me cum, then I’ll make you cum!”

I wondered what she tasted like. I had a spicy taste. I kept my pussy shaved, too. It was wrong, I knew. My virgin cunt just ached for a woman to lick it. Now Danielle was eating me out in my imagination. She was just tonguing me.

And I loved it. I loved every moment of her tongue swirling around in my pussy. I was a virgin, but I broke my hymen years ago doing sports. Nothing would stop her tongue from swirling about in my pussy.

I worked the StairMaster harder and harder, my boobs bouncing in my sports bra. I could feel her tongue dancing around in my cunt. Churning me up. I had to do it. I had to give into this itch. I couldn’t deny it any longer.

“I’m sorry, Lord,” I breathed, my body consumed with lesbian passion for Danielle. “We want each other.”

My clit throbbed. I don’t remember ever being so wet before. I turned to look at her, my body drenched in sweat. She stared at me. Our eyes connected. Yes, yes, this was it. This was my chance to make love to a woman.

I was too weak to resist this sin. I just stopped and started to dismount when the boat shuddered. Then it lurched, and I gasped as I flew forward. I crashed onto the floor of the exercise room. Darkness crashed down on me.

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The gentle sound of waves washing onto a beach. The perfect white noise to sleep to. I must have put on the sounds to help me fall asleep. Only… water washed around my feet. Warm and gentle. I felt something rubbery beneath me. An inflated pillow?

Groggily, I opened my eyes and stared down at wet, white sand. Water washed around me, lifting me for a moment as it carried me maybe a half-foot forward and washed out. Confusion swept through me. I shifted on…

A lifesaver.

I was lying on a lifesaver naked. My round boobs swayed beneath it. My head pounded. I struggled to remember what had happened. The boat had shuddered then I had been… thrown off the exercise bike. I hit the ground and…

“Must have hit my head,” I groaned. I felt around on my right side and found a knot rising beneath my blonde hair. I shook my head, my ponytail dancing around my naked back. “Did the ship… sink?”

A surge of panic shot through me. I sat up and looked around. I was on a beach that stretched to the right and left of me, both bending out of sight. A jungle rose before me and beyond it, a small rise. A mountain maybe. To the left and farther away, was an even bigger mountain that rose high up, the jungle climbing up to the summit.

It was a volcano like in Hawaii.

To my left, the sun was rising over the ocean. That was east, which meant I was on the north shore of this strange island. Naked. How did I get naked? And where was everyone else? There were hundreds of people on the ship. Mrs. Hart, her two daughters, Danielle, and all the others. Where was any wreckage? Life boats?

Was I the only survivor?

“No, no, they just washed up somewhere else or in lifeboats,” I told myself. “And there are beacons. Help will come from them. We’re all going to be fine.”

I just had to think calmly. I had to find the others. I looked up and down the beach. The sun was warm on my body. I had a good tan from playing sports, but not on all my body. I wanted to find some shelter. Makeshift clothes.

And water.

There had to be a river or something that flowed into the sea. I just had to find it.

I decided to walk west since the sun wouldn’t be in my eyes. There had to be others who had washed ashore. First went up past the high-tide mark, a line of seaweed, and drew in the sand large S O S letters. Then I added my initials, S K. Lastly, I drew an arrow pointing to the west so if someone found it, they would come and find me.

I nodded and marched down the beach. As long as I stayed on the beach, I could always find myself back. I had that small mountain as a good landmark. It seemed to dominate this part of the island.

Heck, there probably was a resort around the corner. An island this beautiful had to be one of the places that the cruise ship would have stopped out. Maybe I was on Tahiti or something. I felt heartened by that. An island this lush and bountiful would have been settled by the Polynesians a thousand or more years ago.

So there would be humans. I just had to find them.

I marched with confidence on my bare feet, a brisk pace but one that wouldn’t tire me out too fast. Water was the biggest concern. If I became dehydrated, that would slow me down and impair my judgment.

I made sure that I left marks in the sands, kicking it up as I left obvious evidence of my passage. The blue ocean washed against the shore. I scanned it as I marched, looking for any sign of wreckage or survivors floating in the water.

My thirst was growing as I reached the bend in the island. It looked like I had reached the western edge of it. I stared down the coast. There were cliffs ahead. I wouldn’t be able to go much further down the beach. I might have to go inland.

I wasn’t so sure I wanted to do that with just bare feet.

I wiggled my toes in the sand, thinking about what to do. Should I go back? I couldn’t see all the beach. It undulated. There could be something hidden between me and those cliffs. I stood there for a good minute before I decide to walk all the way to the end.

If there was water or a dock or something just beyond there, I would be kicking myself. So I kept going down the beach. The waves washed against the shore. They were growing bigger. I could hear a distant boom as they crashed into the cliffs, but here they just washed up the sand and rolled back.

For a time, I walked just at the edge of the surf, the incoming water washing around my feet feeling nice. Cool and relaxing. I enjoyed it. I liked this moment. I was glad to have it washing over me. This was perfect. I felt calm. At peace as I moved.

Relaxed.

“GIIIIINAAAA!” roared from the jungle to my right.

I jumped and turned to hear the brush rustling. Then something burst out of it. I caught a glimpse of black hair streaming behind a beast that attacked me. I froze as the fear shot through me. I didn’t know what to do.

Then it struck me.

I gasped as it carried me down to the beach. I hit the sand. Flesh smacks echoed over me. Something thick and long draped over my stomach that twitched. I coughed, the air knocked from my lungs, and struggled to focus on…

A mature woman’s tan face peering down at me. She had the look of a mother about her, a woman in her early forties. She had a rich, golden hue from spending time outdoors, her hair a deep black that fell in wild snarls around her face.

And the fleshy impacts I’d heard were her large breasts swaying back and forth. They smacked together as she stared down at me, a big smile on her lips. She grinned at me with such obvious glee at seeing me.

I swallowed, not sure what to make of her sitting on me. That thick shaft draped across my stomach twitched as she smiled down at me. She studied my face. She leaned down and sniffed at me like she was an animal.

“Uh… hi,” I said to this very naked MILF sitting on me. “Um…”

“You no Gina,” huffed the MILF, the cadence of her speech different than I was used to. Her grammar was off, too. She didn’t use the “to be” verb.

“No, no, I’m Sam,” I said. “Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam.”

“No Gina.” She released my shoulders and shook her head. She smacked her palms into the side of her head a few times and bounced on me. “No Gina! No Gina! No Gina!”

As she bounced on me, that shaft draped over my stomach smacked into me. I glanced down at it past my round breasts. My eyes widened. She was wearing a huge strap-on dildo. I had seen them in the few pornos that I had watched in moments of weakness.

The fake dicks that women used to fuck each other.

“You’re a lesbian!” I gasped, staring up at her. “And you’re running around naked on this island with a dildo! Is this some strange form of roleplay?”

“You speak fast,” said the woman. She lowered her hands. “I Jill. Not lesbian. Jill!”

“Right, right,” I said. “Hi, Jill. I’m Sam.”

“Sam no Gina,” Jill said, her shoulders slumping. “Why Sam no Gina?”

“Er… Because I’m not her,” I said, the dildo feeling so warm on my stomach. And it twitched, that was strange. But I wasn’t experienced with dildos. I had never seen one in real life before. “Who is Gina?”

“Gina is…” A look of profound concentration contorted Jill’s mature face. The naked MILF looked like she was thinking with every ounce of gray matter she possessed. “Gina is Gina!”

“Did you lose Gina?” I asked, my stomach clenching.

“Yes, yes, Jill lose Gina!” The woman nodded, her big boobs swaying over my head.

My eyes fell on them. They were so distracting. This was a pair of real, live tits that were swaying over me. I shuddered at how amazing they were. That heat I had felt last night when Danielle had been checking out my ass burned hotter in my pussy. Like the divorcee, Jill had a big pair of tits. A huge pair. They must be F-cups. Bigger.

My hands suddenly itched to grab them before I remembered that the woman was looking for someone. I controlled my lesbian urges as I stared up at those big tits. I took in a deep breath. I had to help this woman. She was clearly in shock. That must be why she wasn’t speaking right. Had she been on the ship?

There were lots of women I didn’t know on the ship. Maybe she and her lesbian lover had come on the cruise to hook up while away from their husbands. To enjoy a ship full of just women. A pair of closeted lesbians like me. Then, just as they were about to make love, the ship crashed and sunk. She just never took off her strap-on.

That made so much sense.

I felt something warm dribbling on my stomach. Was something leaking from the tip of the dildo? Wow, they were amazing. I couldn’t wait to try one out. Maybe, once we were safe, Jill and I could enjoy it.

“Okay, where did you last see Gina?” I asked.

Jill’s brow furrowed. “No remember.”

“Okay,” I said. “Was she on the boat? Were you two about to fuck with your dildo?”

“What dildo?” Jill asked. “Me fuck cock. Use cock fuck!”

She grabbed her dildo and slapped it down on my belly. As she did that, the juices it was leaking splashed across my breasts, and a drop landed on my mouth. It was salty. A delicious flavor that I enjoyed. I wanted to suck it.

“Okay,” I said. “You fucked her with your cock. That’s cool that you pretend it’s real.”

“Me cock real!” gasped Jill. She bounced to her feet over me and shook her dildo at me. “See? Real futa-cock. Clit-dick. Big clit-dick.”

I stared in shock as the fleshy shaft she had thrust from the black curls of her bush and… I could see her pussy lips wrapped around the base. Was the other end thrust into her? And yet it was pulsing and was the same skin tone as her body. The end twitched, the crown expanding and contracting. Not much, but enough to make my brow furrow.

“Um, is the other end of the futa-dick”—maybe that was a special type of dildo?—“buried in your pussy?”

“Pussy?” Jill thrust her hand between her thighs and spread apart her pussy lips. I shuddered as I stared into her pink depths. “Me have empty pussy. See? See, Sam. No thing pussy. Empty!”

“Yes, yes, it’s empty,” I said. “T-that’s a real cock.”

“Yes!” Jill jumped up and down, so happy. Her big boobs bounced and heaved. “Me futa.” Then she stared down at my crotch. At the shaved folds of my pussy. “Where you dick? Why Sam no dick?”

“I’m a girl,” I said, shocked. She had a pussy and a cock that… that… grew from her pussy. “Is that cock your clit?”

“Yes, yes! Me clit-dick!” She shook it at me. “Big clit-dick.”

“Yeah,” I said, this wave of heat rushing over me. “Did you always have that? When you were on the boat?”

“What boat?” asked Jill. Her brow furrowed again. “Boat! Boat! Boat!” She shook her head. “Me Jill.”

“Okay, okay,” I said. “But you were on a boat last night, right?”

“No. Jill here!” She pointed to the jungle. “Me sleep tree. Good tree.”

God, was she from this island? Was it home to women that had big dicks? This was so insane. I stood, my pussy clenching as I stared at her girl-cock. She was so feminine and yet had this big and functional shaft.

It was hotter than seeing those lesbians use those strap-ons on each other in those pornos. This was a real dick. It dripped… precum. That salty delight that splashed my lips. My cunt burned even hotter. I swooned here.

“D-does your cock… cum?” I asked, feeling faint. Like all the blood was rushing to my head. “D-Does it do that?”

“Jill cock cum!” She grinned. “Much cum. You see? You see Jill cum?”

I nodded, the idea so hot. She grabbed her girl-cock and started stroking it. She fisted it as I moved before her, staring at it. My knees grew weak. I fell to them before her girl-dick, staring at the tip as she fisted her hand up and down her shaft.

She stroked herself with such powerful motions. I quivered, my heart thundering in my chest. I breathed in deeply. This was really happening. She truly had a big girl-cock. She had a huge dick that would unleash all her cum.

And I was inches away.

A front-row seat.

If she were a man, I would be repulsed right now. Horrified to have that big dick before me. But this was a MILF. One who might have been stuck on this island for too long. But she had this huge clit-cock that she stroked, her big boobs swaying over me. Her gorgeous, tanned face twisted with delight.

A futa-MILF stroked her impossible cock right before me. Precum spilled from the crown that her hand swiped up. Soon, her shaft gleamed with the slippery lubrication. Her hand flew up and down her cock with such speed.

It was mesmerizing to watch. Just hypnotic to see her hand flying up and down her girl-dick like that. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from this hot sight. It was a beautiful thing to witness. I was glad to see it.

Thrilled to watch that hand flying up and down her girl-dick.

She groaned, her face contorting with delight. Her head tossed from side to side, her whimpers so delicious to hear. Those big boobs of hers swayed at the top of my vision. I wanted to look at them, too, but that dick.

That slit.

“Me fist cock good!” she moaned. “Yes, yes. Me good! Cock good! Futa good! Sam good!”

“Yeah, you’re good, Jill,” I groaned. “You’re amazing. You’re going to cum all over me, aren’t you?”

“Me cum lots!” moaned the naughty futa-MILF.

I groaned, my pussy clenching. I wanted this gorgeous MILF to cum all over my face. I craved it so much. This was wild. Hot. Just the best thing I could think of. I loved every moment of this cock stroking before my eyes.

I licked my lips, my heart pounding with such passion. That hand flew up and down that cock. Just fisting it. Stroking that wonderful cock. I loved it so much. It was just the best thing in the world. I quivered, my cunt clenching.

She moaned louder and louder. She had to be closer and closer to cumming. To just bursting out with all her passion. I quivered there, my pussy clenching in anticipation. She threw her head back and arched her back.

Her tits bounced.

“Me cum!” she squealed.

Her cock erupted. Hot cum spurted from her dick and splashed across my face. I gasped at the thick, hot girl-jizz that coated my features. I slapped my eyes shut as her passion spilled over me. She soaked my face. It splashed on my lips. Permeated my mouth.

I groaned at how good her futa-cum tasted. It was this salty delight. I opened my mouth and thrust out my tongue to catch more. And there was more. She kept spurting jizz that splashed over my face and dripped onto my breasts.

“Me love cum!” the futa-MILF squealed. “Yes, yes. Cum good! Me cum good!”

“Yes,” I groaned, the salty spunk splashing in my mouth.

I loved the flavor. The thick texture. The creamy rivulets of her girl-spunk ran down my features to my lips. My chin. It dripped onto my boobs as she fired a final spurt of cum. I groaned and opened my eyes. The futa-MILF stood over me, panting. Her big boobs jiggled.

She quivered there as I licked up more of the jizz that reached my lips. I swiped my tongue out in the widest arc I could to gather as much as I could reach. It was so yummy. My pussy burned like nothing else. I wanted more.

“That was amazing,” I groaned.

“Me love cum!” Jill said and dropped to her knees before me.

She grabbed my shoulders and leaned in. I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead, she licked up the jizz that was on my cheek. I shuddered at the feeling of her tongue dragging up my flesh. Cleaning off her spunk. That was so crazy.

I quivered there, loving the feeling of her licking and lapping at my face. She caressed me as she licked up more and more of the salty delight. Then she moved closer to my lips. I shuddered as she kissed me.

Before I knew it, we were trading the spunk back and forth. I groaned as I kissed my first woman with her futa-cum coating her lips and tongue. It was so wild. I shuddered at this wicked thrill. It was beyond anything I could have fantasized about.

I never could have imagined this.

Not in a million years.

This was too insane.

Too impossible.

But I loved it. I savored it. I kissed her with hunger. Our tongues danced together. I groaned, kissing her with such passion. She swapped that wonderful cum with me. It was a delight to trade it back and forth.

I shuddered, kissing her with such hunger. My tongue danced with hers. I loved every second of this ecstasy. Cum spilled down my face and seasoned our kiss with more of that salty delight. I quivered with passion.

Then she broke the kiss and licked up more and more of the cum to share with me.

“Yes, Jill,” I moaned as she kissed me again, shoveling her salty futa-spooge into my mouth.

That was so good. So delicious. I savored it. This time, as our tongues traded the melting girl-jizz back and forth, I touched another woman’s breasts for the first time. I cupped the MILF’s big milkers. I squeezed those soft and heavy tits.

They were magnificent. I loved how they filled out my hands. I dug my fingers into them. She moaned as her tongue danced around in my mouth. It was just such a rush to share her cum with her while squeezing those lush boobs.

A hot shiver ran through me. It was naughty to feel them in my hands. So wondrous. I had been lusting after boobies for so long, and now I held them. Groped them. I kneaded a MILF’s huge tits while kissing her and sharing her cum. We passed it back and forth.

Then she broke the kiss and licked up more cum before returning to the kiss. I squeezed her tits as she cleaned my face of all that cum. I gripped those boobs. The urge to do more than just play with these tits consumed me.

I broke the kiss and ducked my head down. I nuzzled my lips around her fat nipple and suckled.

“Me like!” gasped Jill as I suckled on her. “Sam! Sam! Me like! Good! Good! Nipple good!”

I loved her excited moans as I worshiped my first nipple. I savored the thickness of it. How it felt between my lips. I swirled my tongue around it between suckles. I nibbled on her nub with my lips. It was so amazing.

My pussy burned with my excitement as I played with her nipple. I squeezed her tits as I fluttered my tongue around this nub. It was an awesome delight to experience. My tongue danced around her nub. I teased her as she moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Good! Good! Good! Yes, yes! Nipple suckle good! Sam good! Jill like Sam!”

I winked at her as I kept suckling on her nub. She deserved this pleasure for showing me her cock. For cumming on my face and sharing it with me. My pussy burned. Hers must be dripping, too. This was it, wasn’t it?

My chance to eat a woman’s pussy. A MILF’s. She might have a big clit-dick, but she still had those wet folds. I craved this so much. I wanted to just bury my face into her snatch and flutter my tongue up and down her folds.

It would be fantastic to enjoy. Just a wild delight to feast on her like that. My heart beat in my chest. This wild, pounding rush that had me popping my mouth off her nipple and leaning down towards her pussy and that big dick.

“No, no! Me like! No stop! Keep suck!” moaned Jill.

“I’m going to eat your pussy,” I purred. “Stretch onto your back. I’ve always wanted to eat a MILF’s pussy.” It wasn’t Danielle’s—I prayed she was okay—but it was still a mature woman’s pussy. “How does that sound, Jill?”

“GOOOOOOD!” she squealed and leaned back, spreading her legs. Her futa-cock bobbed before her. It twitched back and forth. I grabbed it with my left hand and leaned forward. “Sam eat pussy!”

She clapped her hands together as the tart aroma of her pussy filled my nose. Not my spicy aroma. Tart. Another woman’s cunt. My pussy clenched. I was such a sinful woman, but I was on a desert island with a dickgirl.

God would forgive me for doing this.

I pressed into her black bush. Her curls spilled over my lips. I kissed at her pussy, her tart juices soaked past my mouth. It was so good I groaned and tongued her twat. I dragged up her slit, tasting her pussy for the first time.

She moaned in delight as I licked at her with pussy with hunger. I fluttered up and down, brushing the base of her girl-cock that throbbed in my hand. This was so wild. It made me so wet to do this. I was so thrilled to enjoy this.

“Me like!” Jill moaned, her big boobs swaying over my head, her futa-dick throbbing in my hand. “Ooh, ooh, me like pussy! Lick pussy! Sam good! Yes, yes! Sam good!”

That only encouraged me to lick her with more passion.

I stroked through the MILF’s thick pussy lips, gathering her tart juices. She had no clit for me to play with, but she did have these wonderful folds to explore. My tongue slid through them, teasing them while her futa-cock twitched.

Precum ran down her shaft towards my hand holding her. I stared up at that massive dick, my pussy burning. But I was enjoying her pussy so much. This was amazing. Eating out a MILF was so much fun. I was so glad to do this.

I tongued her again and again. I lapped at her with hunger. I feasted on her with everything that I had. I tongued her, holding nothing back. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to feel her pussy juices gushing out and bathing my mouth.

That sounded amazing.

I swirled my tongue up and down her folds. I licked at her with such hunger. She groaned as I did that. She whimpered in delight, her head tossing back and forth. She humped against me. I loved that so much.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped the futa-MILF. “You good. Make cock ache. Suck dick!”

“I’m eating your pussy!”

“Dick suck better!”

I shuddered as she said that. I stared up at her big futa-cock. Could I suckle on her dick?

I shivered and went back to feasting on her twat. She moaned and trembled as I thrust my tongue into her snatch. I swirled about in her pussy. She squeezed her flesh down on my tongue. I loved the feeling of her silky walls around me.

Her tart juices soaked my taste buds. Her big boobs quivered. My hand holding her girl-cock pumped up and down it. I stroked her fleshy shaft. She had a big cock. Just a massive one that felt nice to stroke.

To pump my hand up and down.

“Yes, yes,” Jill whimpered. She squeezed her boob. “Sam good. Pussy lick good. Suck gooder.”

“When I’m done eating your pussy,” I moaned, realizing I would eventually suck her cock. I just had to enjoy this magnificent pussy first.

I licked and lapped at her with such passion. I thrust my tongue into her pussy’s depths again and again. I swirled about in her, loving how she squirmed on her back. I feasted on her with such passion. I hungered on her with everything that I had.

She groaned as she arched her back. She whimpered as I tongued her twat, my hand flying up and down her futa-dick. The precum lubed the way as I worked my fist up and down her futa-dick. I thrust my tongue deep into her snatch.

She clamped her twat around my tongue, whimpering. “Cum! Me cum! Suck dick! Hurry!”

I shuddered and moaned, “Yes, Jill!”

I shot my head up the futa-MILF’s big dick and opened my mouth wide. I slid my lips over her spongy crown. I shuddered at the salty taste of her precum. I had loved sharing her jizz with her, now I would get it straight from the source.

“Sam! Sam! Sam good! Sam very good! Yes!”

Her futa-cock erupted in my mouth.

I groaned as her cum splashed at the back of my throat. That was amazing. I loved the feeling of all that jizz spurting over and over into my mouth. The jizz swirled around my tongue. I swallowed it down. I gulped down every last drop of her cum.

It was an amazing delight. I shuddered, my cunt on fire as she spurted more and more of her jizz. I whimpered while the futa-MILF moaned out her pleasure. I shoved my hand down to her pussy and shuddered at the hot feeling of her pussy juices gushing out of her cunt. It was a wonderful sensation to drink down all that spunk.

“Sam goodest!” squealed Jill over the sound of the surf lapping at the beach.

I loved it. I savored it. I groaned, gulping down the bliss. It was fantastic. Just a thrill to drink it all down. My pussy burned as I swallowed it while my fingers thrust into her pussy and felt her cunt writhing around my digits.

That was so wild. I shuddered as she whimpered, her big boobs jiggling and shaking together. I loved the sight of them quivering like that. It was quite a delicious moment to witness while my pussy burned to be filled by her girl-dick.

I needed this cock in me.

“Sam! Sam!” she panted as she fell on her back on the sand. She quivered there as I nursed out the last of her cum. I swallowed every drop of it. This was wonderful. “Sam good. Me like Sam.”

I popped my mouth off her cock and moaned, “I like you, too, Jill! God, I want to fuck your cock! Can I?”

“Yes, yes, fuck cock!” Jill nodded. “Ride cock. Sam ride cock. Cum hard. Love cum.”

I shuddered. Ride her. My first time with anything other than my fingers in my pussy. Not a dildo but a futa-dick. I shuddered as I climbed over her, my round tits jiggling. My toned thighs rippled. I ran a hand down my abs. I was in shape.

I would ride her so hard. So fast. She would love it. I gripped her cock. She was so big, but I had never been wetter. I raised her up and up to my pussy. I nuzzled her through my blonde bush and against the lips of my pussy.

I shuddered at the feeling of her thick dick pushing against my cuntlips. I quivered in delight as I pushed my twat down her shaft. I shuddered at the feeling of her thick crown stretching my labia open. I whimpered. She moaned.

“Yes, yes, Sam ride! Sam ride futa-cock!”

“I will,” I moaned and pushed down harder.

I gasped as my virgin pussy stretched one and swallowed the crown of her girl-dick. I quivered, the thrill rushing through my young body. I sank down her shaft. My eyes widened at how amazing it was to be penetrated by her thick futa-dick.

I groaned as more and more of my pussy devoured her clit-cock. I inched my way down her thick shaft, my snatch stretching to take every bit of her. I quivered in delight as I bottomed out on her shaft. I had taken all of her. I felt her reaching so far in me.

I was full of cock and loved it.

“I just needed the dick to belong to a woman,” I groaned and slid my hands up Jill’s torso to cup her big, soft boobs. “Imagine that.”

“Dick on woman best!” Jill moaned.

I winked at her and slid my cunt up her futa-dick. She gasped as I did that. So did I. It was incredible. The silky friction was amazing. My round boobs jiggled as I climbed up her thick shaft. I hit that peak and slammed back down her.

I gasped as she shot deep into me. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on her. Then I slid back up her again. And again. I rode her, my round tits jiggling. My hands squeezed her big, soft boobs as I reveled in riding her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as I worked my twat up and down her futa-dick.

“Sam ride!” Jill’s face twisted in delight. “Sam ride cock! Love Sam! Love pussy! Hot pussy! Tight pussy! Goodest pussy!”

“I’m so glad you love my pussy,” I moaned as I squeezed my cunt down around her futa-dick.

She arched her back and moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. The waves washed in from the ocean as I rode the futa-MILF right here in the open. I didn’t care who saw me. Mrs. Hart could see me and be horrified.

My pussy clamped down on that thick dick and slammed my cunt down on her thick shaft. She groaned, her face twisting with such passion. I loved that as I squeezed my cunt around her girl-cock. I loved her thick dick in me.

She filled me up as I rode her. I groaned, my tits jiggling and bouncing. I loved this delight. I savored it so much. My head tossed from side to side as I rode her massive shaft. I squeezed my cunt about her as my orgasm swelled.

“Titties!” squealed Jill.

She shot her hands up and cupped my round tits as they jiggled. She squeezed them as I kneaded hers. I grinned at her as I slammed my cunt down her thick shaft. We both loved tits. That was amazing.

My pussy clenched tight about her. I shuddered, savoring the friction of working my pussy up and down her thick girl-cock. She had such an amazing shaft. She made me feel so good. I groaned, my head tossing back and forth.

She slid her fingers up my breasts and found my nipples. She twisted them. I groaned, my cunt clenching down on her futa-dick. This heat swept through me as she played with my nubs. I moaned louder.

“Ooh, I like that,” I moaned as I worked my pussy up and down her girl-cock.

“Yes, yes,” Jill moaned.

“Let me do it to you,” I purred.

I slid my hands up her big boobs, my pussy melting around her futa-dick, and found her fat nipples. I twisted the MILF’s nubs. She gasped as I did that, her futa-dick twitching in my cunt. I quivered at that delight. This was all so hot. It was a rush to do this.

I worked my cunt up and down her girl-cock faster and faster, savoring doing this to her. It was a thrill. A big smile spread on my lips as I slammed my cunt down her MILF-dick. She twisted my nipples hard.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped.

“Good!” she groaned, this wild look in her eyes. “Me love nipples! Love pussy!”

“Yes, yes, pussy is amazing!” I groaned, sliding my twat up and down her futa-dick. “And so is your futa-dick!”

She grinned at me, nodding.

I loved her girl-cock. I worked my cunt up and down her girl-dick. It was such a rush to have her doing that. I quivered in delight, savoring the pleasure of this moment. It built and built in me. My face contorted with such passion.

My pussy gripped her as she twisted my nipples. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. This heat built in me. This orgasm would consume me. I shuddered, loving this so much. I wanted to cum on her futa-dick.

Was this even sinful? Was it homosexuality if the woman had a cock? A real, live, fleshy dick? Could we be fruitful and multiply? Could she knock me up? I shuddered, these questions all burning through my mind. I didn’t know the answer to them.

But I loved her futa-dick either way.

If this was a sin, then I would revel in it.

I would enjoy every last moment of working my cunt up and down her futa-dick. Jill had such a delectable futa-cock. She stretched me out. I loved the feeling of her in me. It was magnificent to enjoy. She would give me such a climax.

I squeezed her big, soft boobs again. I loved the way they felt in my hands. It was just such a delight to have them in my grasp. I kneaded them, reveling in their pliant feeling. I slammed my cunt down her thick shaft, the pleasure swelling in me.

I would have such a big climax.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Ooh, ooh, I’m going to burst.”

“Cum!” gasped the naughty MILF. “Sam cum me!”

“Yes, yes, I’m going to cum on your big dick,” I whimpered. “Your big MILF-dick!”

“Futa-dick!” she gasped, her fingers twisting my nipples. Pleasure shot down to my cunt working up and down her thick shaft. “Me futa-dick! Not MILF-dick!”

“But you’re a sexy MILF!” I gasped, on the verge of cumming on her thick shaft.

She was incredible. She filled up my pussy every time I slammed down her cunt. Then I rose up her girth, my pussy clinging to her futa-dick. The waves washed on the beach near us. The sun sparkled on the ocean.

It was so beautiful here. The breeze washed over me. The palm trees swayed and rustled. My moans and her gasps filled the air. It was such a wild thrill to experience this. I loved it so much. I savored it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “I’m going to burst on your cock.”

“No burst!” she moaned. “Cum! Cum! Cum!”

“Yes!” I squealed, slamming my cunt down her big dick.

The pressure filled my nethers. My cunt squeezed about her thick shaft as I slid up her. I gripped her big boobs while her hands kneaded mine. We played with the other’s tits as we hurtled towards our magnificent climaxes.

Towards those mighty bursts of rapture.

I slammed my pussy down her cock and gasped at the pleasure rushing to that building pressure in my ovaries. It swelled through my pussy then burst inside of me. I gasped and bucked, the rapture sweeping through me.

My cunt writhed around Jill’s futa-dick. The MILF groaned as she squirmed on the ground, her hands kneading my tits. I squeezed her big boobs as my pussy writhed around her cock. I suckled at her with such hunger.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as my cunt rippled around her clit-cock. “Oh, Jill!”

“Sam! Sam! Sam!” she groaned.

She erupted into my pussy. I gasped as her hot cum splashed against my cervix. This was so wild. It was amazing to feel her spurting blast after blast of her cum into my cunt. I groaned, my pussy suckling at her dick.

I loved the way that my twat nursed at her spurting cock. My flesh rippled around her shaft, milking out the MILF-cum that flooded my cunt. It was amazing to feel her spurting all that hot jizz into my snatch. The heat washed through me and bathed my mind in bliss.

“Oh, that’s it,” I groaned. Stars danced across my vision as the rapture burned through my mind. “That’s so good. Yes, yes, yes, I love that so much. Oh, wow, that’s incredible!”

“In… In… Good!” she moaned, her futa-dick spurting more and more of her cum into my pussy. “Oh, Jill, that was amazing!”

“Good! Good! Sam good!” squealed Jill, her head tossing back and forth.

My pussy convulsed around her futa-cock, working out the last of her MILF-cum. I felt those final spurts of her jizz flooding into me. She groaned as I quivered on her. I leaned over her and stared into her eyes. They burned with passion.

I sank down on her, pressing my round tits into her big boobs. I kissed her. She groaned, her hands stroking my back. My pussy clenched down on her futa-dick. This felt so amazing. I was glad that I had met her.

I just hoped the others were safe.

I kissed her, quivering. We had to find the others. And this Gina. She was looking for her. Did that mean there were others on this island? If there were, I had to find them. That was something that I needed to do. I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing.

“Do you know where we are?” I asked as I broke the kiss. I glanced out at the ocean.

“Beach!” she said with a bright smile.

“No, no, I mean in the world.” I smiled. “Do you know the name of this place?”

Her brow furrowed in concentration. “Beach?”

Frustration rippled through me. “But I mean the entire island. What’s its name? The beach. The jungle. That!” I pointed to the mountain. “What’s that?”

“Lil Mountain!” she said brightly.

I groaned. That wasn’t helpful at all. “Were you born here?”

She frowned and shook her head. “Me… me… me live here. Just live. With cock.”

I sighed and asked, “Is Gina on this island?”

“Island?” She turned her head. “There! There! Gina there!” She pointed to the jungle.

“Then let’s go find her,” I said and rose off her. I slid my pussy off her girl-cock. Her cum spilled out of me. “Let’s find Gina!”

She stared up at me then gasped. “Pool! Pool! Sam bathe pool! Then Gina!”

She burst to her feet as I gasped, “Pool?”

But she was already running off into the jungle. I gasped and charged after her. All the futa-cum that she fired into my pussy now spilled out of me. This was so wild. I had no idea where I was or what was going on, but I wanted to find some answers.

I burst into the jungle and chased after the futa-MILF.

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