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Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, MILF, Virgin

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

Danielle Murphy

I was so envious of Sam.

I couldn’t look away from the fit, young woman as she worked on the StairMaster in the gym of the cruise ship. She was so devoted to staying in shape. She had a toned and athletic figure, her black hair in a ponytail. She wore a pair of tight shorts and a sports bra, her body gleaming with sweat.

With sweat!

I needed to do that if I wanted to shed these last twenty pounds. It was so hard. I had let myself go during my marriage, depressed by how the man of my dreams had turned into a complete piece of shit. I finally had to divorce him. I knew it went against the Bible’s teachings, but he was toxic.

Now I wanted to get back in shape and meet a better man.

So I had to work on it.

My boobs bounced in my tank top as I peddled away at the exercise bike. I worked at it hard, just unable to look away from Sam. That girl was giving it her all. She glanced back at me. Embarrassment flushed through me.

I shouldn’t be staring, but then she smiled and worked harder.

I guessed she didn’t mind.

We both had to find good men to marry. She was young. She could make that decision right the first time. I hoped she did. She didn’t want to end up like me. Thirty-three and divorced and with a plump rump. It jiggled even in my yoga pants.

I had to peddle faster.

Samantha glanced back at me again.

I had to keep going as hard as she was. Not give up. No slowing down. I just had to peddle, peddle, peddle.

Ugh, my legs burned. I was breathing heavier and heavier. I wanted to stop, but she kept going. She didn’t give up. If that young girl could do it, so could I. So I peddled through the soreness in my legs. I kept peddling. I would make it. Nothing would stop me.

But I was so sore. I slowed. Then—

The entire ship lurched. I gasped as it threw me off the exercise bike. I hit the floor. My head smacked—

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My eyes fluttered open slowly. I was laying on my back. My head throbbed. I blinked as I stared up at a lightening sky. The sky? Why would I be staring at the sky? Did I fall asleep somewhere on the cruise ship? Maybe down by the pool.

Only…I was lying on the sand.

I heard waves lapping on the shore. I sat up and I was lying on the sand. A crab scuttled by my feet as the surf lapped against it. The sky was getting brighter to my right. To the east. I frowned. I was staring north on a beach.

An island?

How did I get here?

I stood and brushed the sand off my… naked ass. My big boobs swayed back and forth. My bob of red hair brushed my cheeks. I blushed, looking around at the white sand beach. It ran east and west. To my east, there was a spur of the island that the sun was rising over, revealing lush vegetation like Hawaii. To the west, the beach curved to the southwest almost at once, following a bay and what looked like a river dumping into it. A mountain lay on the other side of the beach. A small one rising covered in trees then…

An even bigger mountain rose almost directly south of me. It thrust up above the jungle, clearly a volcano. We were in the South Pacific on the cruise ship. I remembered being on the exercise bike and thinking how hard Sam was working out then…

A crash.

I hit my head.

I spotted a lifesaver near me. I must have washed ashore and passed out. I hit my head, that was why I didn’t remember anything. But what happened to the cruise ship? Was I the only one who got off? Was Sam okay? The other women from my church? From the other churches that had come on the ladies’ retreat?

“Oh, no,” I groaned, my heart racing. This was bad. I was on a tropical island. Alone. Naked.

The sun cleared the spur of the island, the world getting brighter. I already felt the thirst building. I stared at the bay and what looked like a river. That had to be fresh water. Just what I needed. And people lived around rivers, right?

This island couldn’t be deserted?

What were you supposed to do when shipwrecked on an island? Find food? Shelter? Water? Get help? I didn’t know how to do any of those.

“Useless as always, Danielle,” my ex-husband’s voice growled through my mind.

“I’ll show you useless, dick!” I hissed and stamped my foot. My large breast jiggled and swayed before me. I was not useless. I was more than capable of finding food and water and shelter. I would get rescued.

Show that prick not to underestimate me.

And I would find the others from the ship, too. They were all okay. The cruise ship had plenty of lifeboats. Enough for everyone onboard. I remembered the muster drills from the second day out at sea. So they were fine.

I marched down the beach with such determination. My feet kicked up the white sand before me. I passed the dried seaweed had left on the beach. Carried in by the tide or something. Seagulls cawed in the air.

My boobs bounced. I missed my sports bra, but I was the only one here. I wouldn’t let being naked stop me from getting to safety. Nope. I would show that jackass.

I power walked down the beach, covering the ground without tiring myself out. That was important. The river came closer and closer. And it was a river. I could see it flowing out of the jungle. This guiding beacon that led me on.

After maybe thirty minutes of walking, I reached where it poured into the sea. It was maybe thirty feet wide and didn’t look deep. The water rippled where it flowed in. Waves washed into the river and swirled about in strange patterns.

I marched up the bank. It was covered in grass that was safe enough to walk on. I moved up from the mouth until I was sure that it was only fresh water. I stared at it. It looked clean. There were black, volcanic rocks lining the bottom. But they weren’t covered in algae or anything.

I dipped my both hands into the water and cupped them. I brought the water to my lips and drank from it. I groaned at how sweet it was. I gathered more, gulping it down. The water spilled down my chin and ran down my sternum to my breasts.

I shuddered at that sensation.

I dipped my hands in one more time, drinking my fill. I wiped my lips and looked around. Now I had to find food. There would be something growing along the river. I just had to locate it. I marched up the river, my hips wiggling from side to side.

My boobs bounced as I marched along the grassy edge. It was soft on my feet and easy going. There were plenty of trees. I looked around at them. I saw green bunches in some that looked like bananas.

But they didn’t look ripe at all.

So I kept going. There had to be food along this river. It had a placid look to it. The water moved sluggishly to the sea. It was leading towards that big mountain. That made sense. It would be running off it.

After another half hour, it swallowed and washed over stones. Not quite rapids. I felt like I was heading uphill now. But I kept going. I scanned around for something to eat. My belly was starting to rumble. All this exercise wasn’t helping.

“I’m probably working off that extra fat in my ass,” I said and slapped my rump. My butt-cheeks jiggled.

I had to keep morale up.

“Do you ever get off that fat ass, Danielle?” echoed through my mind.

“I’m off it now, prick,” I hissed and kept marching. I would find something to eat.

The terrain grew steeper. I was definitely climbing in elevation. I wished to find something good to eat. I spotted a tree that had fruit in it. I stared up at it, judging the height. They looked like ripe passion fruit. I nodded and grabbed the tree.

I could climb this.

The bark was rough on my hands and feet. My boobs jiggled. I pulled myself up the branches. It was slow going, but I climbed higher and higher until I reached the fruit. I reached out and grabbed one. I tore it loose.

“Huzzah!” I cheered. “Take that, you prick!”

I bit savagely into the passion fruit. I groaned at the sweet juices that spilled down my chin and suffused my taste buds. It was such a delight to taste this wonderful treat. This ambrosia that soaked my tongue in such passion. I groaned and quivered, loving how amazing this tasted. Just reveling in the potency of this fruit.

It was wonderful.

“Oh, god, that’s good,” I moaned and took another bite.

I tore through the colorful flesh of the fruit, savoring how it tasted. I had never tasted anything so good in my life. I leaned against the branch of the tree and devoured it, tossing the leftover down the tree. Juices had fallen on my breasts, coating them in the sticky delight. More were on my fingers.

I didn’t care.

I suckled on my fingers. I nursed them clean of the juices then grabbed another one that looked ripe and ready. I tore into that one, too. I groaned and shuddered. It truly was ambrosia. This was such a heady delight to enjoy. I was so thrilled to enjoy this.

I sucked the juices off my fingers and tore into the next one. I groaned, savoring how good that one tasted, too. A shiver shot through me. My face contorted with delight. I nursed off the juices from my fingers. A big smile spread on my lips.

“Wow, that’s really, really good,” I groaned.

I had more juices on my boobs as I reached for a third. I had worked up an appetite marching up the river. I tore through this one so fast, tossing the remains down once more. I sucked the juices off my fingers, so glad that I could enjoy this delight. I felt so amazing as I chomped on the fourth. The fifth.

By the sixty, I felt full. Sticky and wonderfully full. I stared down at my big boobs just covered in juices. I looked down at the tree and…

“Holy sneakers!” I gasped, staring at how far away the ground was. How had I climbed so high and not even noticed?

I swayed there and grabbed the tree, afraid I would fall over. This was insane. I trembled there, my heart racing in my chest. My heart thundered fast. I swallowed, my fingers twitching as I gripped the tree. Vertigo beset me.

How was I getting down?

I couldn’t climb down this. It was insane. I was afraid to move. Those branches weren’t nearly as sturdy as I thought they were. What if one broke? I didn’t want to die alone from a fall. And what if I survived but with a shattered leg?

I would be in agony for days before I finally succumbed to my injuries.

“Lord, what have I gotten myself into,” I breathed, trembling here. My entire body shook. My boobs jiggled back and forth. I swallowed, staring back down at the ground again. I felt so dizzy. I would fall. If I wasn’t careful, I would plummet to my death.

I didn’t want that. But I couldn’t stay up here. I’d run out of fruit. I’d need to get water. I just had to do it. I just had to step down but… It was so scary. I whimpered, reaching my foot down to the branch below me and…

It was just out of reach. I would have to slide more off my perch.

A scared groan rose in my throat. I yanked my foot back and shook my head. This was nuts. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t some great explorer or anything. I was just a dumb woman who got stuck in a tree.

“I’m going to die her,” I groaned.

“You die?” a voice asked from behind me.

I shouted in fright and jumped so much I almost fell. I scrambled and caught the branch, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I steadied myself and turned to find a girl, maybe fourteen, dangling there. She had blonde pigtails that fell towards the ground and ended in a tangle of frizz like she hadn’t combed her hair in a while. Her brown eyes stared at me.

“You no Jane!” she gasped. “Where Jane? Me miss Jane!”

“I… Who?” I asked, shocked by this girl. She was hanging upside-down from a vine, gripping it with her hands and her feet, her legs spread wide and…

She had a cock thrusting from her crotch. A big, hard cock. My eyes widened at the sight of one that dwarfed what my ex-husband had. I shuddered at the sight, my heart lurching. I thought she was a girl, but…

No, she had breasts. They weren’t big breasts. Small, maybe little B-cups at most. But that was a cock she had. And it thrust from… Were those pussy lips? She had a sparse bush of blonde hair that didn’t hide her… pussy.

She was a girl with a dick thrusting from where her clit should be.

“Ugh, me no find Jane!” the girl moaned, swinging there. “Not Jane! Not!”

Tears welled in her eyes. I blinked. “Um, no, I’m Danielle. Or Ms. Murphy, if you prefer. You look like you’re the age of the girls I teach.”

“Teach?” she blinked. “What teach?”

“You know, school?”

The girl scrunched her forehead up tight. “Me… Me… Remember… Bell?”

I nodded. “There’s a bell at school. Who are you?”

“Abby!” She grinned now, her tears forgotten. “Me Abby, you Ms. Murphy! Not Jane! Me said. Miss Jane.”

“Who’s Jane?” I asked.

“Sister!” She swung from side to side. “Jane Abby sister! You know Jane?”

“Sorry,” I said. “She wasn’t on my boat.” I swallowed. “Are you from a village, or something? Why are you naked? Doesn’t it get tiring hanging from the tree? Your face is going red.”

“Too many sounds!” She shook her head. “Abby hate!”

“Sorry,” I said. The girl clearly didn’t speak English properly. It was like she was Tarzan or something. She spoke in that stereotypical way of a savage raised alone in the jungle. But she had a sister.

“Do you live here?” I asked, shifting on the tree.

“Not here!” She pointed, my stomach lurching as she held the vine with only one hand now. “There!”

“But on the island?” I asked.

She cocked her head. “Island?”

I sighed. “Okay, and, um, why do you have a penis?”

She frowned. “Penis?” She shook her head. “What penis?”

I pointed to her cock, not wanting to say that word out loud. “That. That member. You’re a girl, but you have… You have a… a…”

“Futa-cock!” she said, grinning. “Don’t Ms. Murphy have futa-cock?” She peered down at me. “No clit-dick. You no clit-dick. Woman! You woman! Me futa!” Her smile grew larger, flashing her white teeth. She had braces.

I gaped at those. Braces? She acted like she was raised in the wild, but she had modern orthodontic work. And given her age, there was no way she didn’t have those put on more than a year or two ago. That was insane. Why was she acting like this?

Then she darted her head towards me. To my shock, she licked the passion fruit juices off my left tit. I gasped as she grazed my nipple. It sent this sudden rush of heat down to my pussy that was already… Wet. Arouse. Her futa-cock was turning me on. It was so big.

“Hey!” I gasped. “You can’t lick my boob.”

“Me can!” she said and did it again. Her tongue was so wet and hot as it licked up to my nipple. I gasped as she suckled on it this time. She nursed off the juices on me. My cunt clenched with the pleasure of her doing that.

“Abby,” I whimpered as she nibbled on my nub with her soft lips. My eyes flicked to her girl-dick. It twitched and throbbed. Liquid beaded at the tip.

Precum dripped from her cock and splashed on my other boob. Her curls gleamed with her pussy juices. She was obviously aroused by this situation. It turned her on. I groaned as she suckled at me. A wave of heat rushed through me. Her futa-dick throbbed.

“No, no,” I whimpered, my cunt on fire. “You can’t just suck on someone’s nipple without permission! That’s not right.”

She slid her mouth off my nub and asked, “Why?”

“Because you have to get permission to do that,” I said then gasped as she licked up more of the juices. “Abby!”

“Sweet!” she said. “Ms. Murphy like nipple. Me like nipple. Why no suck?” She breathed in and glanced to my pussy. “Ms. Murphy wet. Want Abby. Abby cock. Abby boobies. Abby pussy. Ms. Murphy want!”

I swallowed. “N-no, I don’t!” I groaned to the upside-down girl. “I’m straight. I like men. I don’t like girls or… or futas.”

Her right hand shot from the vine and plunged between my thighs. Before I could stop her, she cupped my red-furred muff. I gasped as her fingers rubbed at my pussy lips. This underage futa was caressing my nethers. Pleasure rushed through me.

She pulled her digits away and held them up. Juices gleamed. A big smile, flashing her braces, spread on the upside-down futa-girl. I was soaking wet. I could smell my tangy aroma wreathing the air. Then she licked her fingers and quivered in delight.

“You wet!” she said eagerly. “You like!”

“Well… I…” Flustered heat swept through me. I was turned on. I had liked this underage girl suckling on my nipple. She had nursed on me with such passion. “But that doesn’t mean you can— Oh, Lord, yes!”

Her mouth suckled at my nipple again. She nursed on me with an almost innocent abandon. Like she didn’t really know it was sexual. This fourteen-year-old girl with a massive cock was almost virginal. But she knew how to touch my pussy. She had that obscene dick thrusting from her crotch.

Now she nursed on me with such passion. She suckled on me with such force. I groaned as she did that. She felt so good suckling on me. It was such a wonderful delight to have her tongue swirling around my nub.

My pussy clenched with the heat of this moment. This dizzying heat swept through me. I shuddered. I was older than her. Nearly old enough to be her mother. I shuddered. I had a child. That made me a…

MILF.

A MILF with a hot, young futa-girl sucking on my nipple like it was the best thing in the world. She nursed on me with such force. She danced her tongue around my nub. She teased me with it. This was so wild. My cunt clenched with delight.

I moaned. My legs spread wide as I leaned again that trunk of the tree. This girl was so strong. Her pigtails draped down my belly as she hung here upside down. She nibbled on my nipple with that naughty hunger. She suckled hard.

My face contorted with the delight of her hot mouth nibbling on me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, my pussy growing wetter. The tangy scent of my cunt filled the air.

And with it was this sweet aroma. That was her pussy. I glanced up at her futa-dick thrusting out of her pussy folds. Her juices trickled through her sparse bush and dribbled over her pubic mound. One stream reached her stomach, winding towards her bellybutton.

The drop reached her bellybutton and clung there. I stared transfixed at it.

I shuddered then gasped as she released my nipple. Then she lowered herself. I gasped as suddenly that bellybutton was coming closer. And… I licked it. My tongue danced in that naval for a moment and swirled around, gathering up her sweet pussy cream.

I groaned at how much I liked it.

She giggled. “Ms. Murphy naughty! Me like!”

Her futa-dick slapped into the top of my head then dragged over my face as she buried her head between my legs. My eyes widened as she nuzzled right into my red bush. She found my pussy lips and started licking.

I gasped as the spongy crown of her dick dragged over my face. A quiver of heat ran through me. She left a smear of precum on my face then her tip reached my lips. I groaned and gladly opened my mouth. The salty flavor suffused my lips and mouth.

Groaning, I swallowed the tip of her girl-cock.

“Yay!” Abby squealed in delight. “Ms. Murphy good!”

She lapped at my pussy with such wild hunger. Her tongue fluttered up and down my slit. I groaned, loving what she did to me. It was an incredible delight to have her licking and lapping at me. She caressed me with such uninhibited joy.

Abby loved pussy. She loved my pussy. She worshiped it as she hung upside down. Her cock throbbed in my mouth. I moaned around that dick as the pleasure rushed through me. I trembled, suckling at her.

I couldn’t stop loving her. I didn’t want to stop loving her. I wanted to keep sucking her clit-cock. I moaned and quivered as she licked at my pussy. She lapped at me with such passion. Her tongue stroked over my folds and brushed my clit.

I squealed in delight.

Abby gave me pleasure my prick of an ex never gave me in all the years of our marriage. I had never known having my pussy eaten out could be so good. My toes curled as I suckled hard on her massive futa-dick. I hated blowing my husband, but I gladly worshiped this cock.

I nursed on Abby’s girl-cock with hunger. My tongue swirled around her tip. I loved the flavor of her salty precum that suffused my mouth. I groaned, sucking so hard on her. I nursed with such passion on her girl-cock.

It was such a thrill to nurse on her like this. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her girl-dick. I suckled on her with all that I had. Her precum soaked my mouth as she moaned into my pussy.

“Ms. Murphy good,” she moaned into my pussy. “Cock suck good. Me like!”

I loved her enthusiasm.

Abby thrust her tongue into my pussy and swirled it around in me. I groaned as she did that. I shuddered, soaking her futa-dick with my saliva. My cheeks hollowed. I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down her girl-cock.

She moaned into my pussy as her tongue wiggled about in me. Her lips massaged my labia. I quivered, squirming on the tree. My hands gripped her sides, holding onto the girl while she held my own hips. She was so strong.

So agile.

And so naughty.

Abby fucked her tongue in and out of my pussy. She came closer and closer to make me cum. I wanted to explode. This was so wild. This was not what I expected to find here in the jungle. I should be so worried about the others, but…

That tongue felt so good in my pussy. I had no idea a girl could give me what I needed. I was just such a naughty MILF for enjoying this. I loved it so much. My cheeks hollowed as I suckled hard on her girl-dick.

“Ooh, ooh,” she groaned into my pussy. “Ms. Murphy good! Good! Good! Cock-suck good!”

I groaned at her compliment. It was just so wild to nurse on her futa-dick. My pussy clenched with this hunger around her dancing tongue I suckled hard on her, bobbing my mouth. I wanted to make her cum.

And I craved to burst. I was so close to bursting. Then Abby’s hot tongue swirled around my clit. She polished my pearl, sending pleasure surging through my pussy. The pressure in my nethers grew. I groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

She suckled hard on my clit.

Nibbled on it with her soft lips.

Her braces just grazed my sensitive nub. I squealed around her girl-dick. Exploded.

My orgasm burst in my pussy and rushed through me. Waves of delight that’s swept through my body. I shuddered at the heat rushing through me. My cunt spasmed, gushing juices that bathed her hungry mouth.

She licked at me. Lapped at my juices spilling out of my writhing snatch. She whimpered as I moaned around her girl-dick. I suckled hard. Her dick twitched in my mouth. My eyes stared down her shaft towards her pussy.

Her cunt clenched. Then she squealed.

Her futa-cum fired into my mouth as pussy juices squirted out of her cunt. A little geyser that erupted before my eyes and splashed on her thighs. The sweet scent of her cunt filled my nose as her salty spunk filled my mouth.

I groaned as her girl-jizz swirled around my tongue. I groaned at the flavor of her futa-seed. Abby tasted amazing. I gulped down her cum. I swallowed it all as more and more fired out of her girl-dick. I trembled there on the tree gulping down her spunk.

I shuddered, savoring this delight. It was a wonderful rush. I shuddered through this bliss I enjoyed it so much. It was excellent. I gulped it down as the waves of delight surged through my body one last time. I swayed, dizzy for a moment.

“Ooh, ooh,” she groaned, her futa-dick spurting one last blast of cum. “Ms. Murphy good. Me good. That hot!”

I slipped my mouth off her girl-dick and groaned, “That was hot, Abby. Oh, wow, I have never done anything like that before.”

“No suck futa-dick?” she asked, her clit-cock throbbing before my face.

“No,” I panted. “And never had anyone eat my pussy.”

“Why no?” She Turned around with such agile ease to crouch before me. Her lips dripped with my pussy cream. More spilled up her face, staining her nose and cheeks. “You yummy. Pussy yummy. Me like.”

“I just wasn’t lucky,” I said, staring down at that big cock. “Oh, wow, I sort of want you to fuck me with that, Abby.”

“Me fuck!” she squealed in delight, her braces flashing. Then she jumped down to the branch below. “Me fuck hard!”

“Wait!” I gasped as she jumped down from branch to branch with the agility of a squirrel. She reached the ground in moments. “Wait, wait, I’m up here.”

“Fuck ground!” she said. “Really thrust! Come! Come! Ms. Murphy, come!”

I bit my lower lip. She knelt there, her hand stroking her girl-dick. She worked up and down her shaft, this wild gleam in her eyes. I swallowed. She was so far down. She made it look so easy, but I wasn’t fourteen. I wasn’t even twenty-four.
I swallowed, my entire body trembling at the risk of climbing back down. I didn’t want to fail this. I had to just go. My heart pounded in my chest. She was down there. If I wanted that big dick in me I just had to go down there and… and…

“Come, Ms. Murphy!” she cried. “Me horny! Me fuck! You cum! Yay!”

I swallowed, my pussy burning. I had to get down there. I just had to stop being afraid and get what I want. I wanted that dick in me. I needed that big dick fucking me. Pounding me. Just ramming into me with everything that she had. That would be incredible. I knew that I would love every second of that. Just every last moment of her burying her girl-cock into my snatch. She would fuck me with such force. I would cum and cum and cum.

“Ms. Murphy!” cried that naughty futa-girl. She shook her clit-dick at me. “Horny! Fuck! Come fuck! Me ache! Me hard! No tease Abby!”

“Right, right,” I said and thrust my foot down towards that branch. Last time, I had chickened out, terrified, but now I was so wet. So horny. My pussy clenched. The salty flavor of her cum lingered in my mouth. “I’m coming, Abby. Hold your horses.”

“What horses?” She looked around. “No horse me see.”

“It’s an… Never mind.” I took a deep breath and stretched out my foot farther.

I planted it right on the tree branch. I did it. This surge of triumph shot through me. Then I put my other foot on the next tree branch. I was doing this. I could do this. A shiver ran through me as I stepped down again and again.
I was climbing down. My big boobs jiggled as I worked down the tree. I had come up with it. I just had to go back down the same way. So long as I didn’t look down, I could do this. I just focused on the next branch I had to step down on.

Then my foot touched the ground.

I let out a relieved sigh. A wave of chilly exhilaration swept through me. I nearly started hyperventilating. I turned around and found Abby grinning at me. Her braces gleamed. She had such a bright and beautiful smile.

“Me fuck?” she asked, shaking her girl-cock.

“Mmm, but why don’t we kiss first?” I said. I knew this was so wrong, but I didn’t care. The Lord could forgive me. Right now, Abby was this yummy girl that I had to make love to.

I cupped her face and stared into her brown eyes. Then I kissed her. She was shocked by that. I could tell by how she recoiled back from me. But I cupped her face and kissed her again. She whimpered this time.

And started kissing me back.

I liked that. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I loved the feeling of her against me. Her lips were such a delight. She whimpered as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. We caressed each other as we made out. It was such a perfect delight.

I stroked over her braces with my tongue. That felt so naughty. She was such a young thing. I would be fired if I did this with my students, but here, on this island, the difference in our ages didn’t matter. The fact she was underage and I was in my thirties was unimportant.

We were here. We were sharing this kiss. I loved the feeling of her mouth on mine. It was a wonderful treat. I kissed her with hunger. She shuddered as I kissed her with such passion. She whimpered, her tongue dancing with mine.

Then she broke the kiss and gasped. “That good!” She panted, her eyes so wide. “Ms. Murphy lips good. Me like!”

“I liked it, too,” I said and grabbed her futa-dick. “Mmm, did it make your cock hard?” I cupped her pussy. “And your twat wet?”

She nodded.

I slid my fingers up and down her tight slit. I was rubbing her pussy. I loved that so much. I pushed into her and… found a hymen. I stared in awe at her. She had a cherry. She was a virgin, at least with her pussy. That was so hot.

“You’ve never had a cock in your pussy?” I asked her.

“No cock fuck,” she said.

“But you know how to eat pussy and how to fuck with your cock,” I said. “How?”

Her brow furrowed. “Dreams. In dreams fuck.”

“Who?”

Her lips spread wide. “Angels.”

“What?” I gasped, stroking her virgin pussy. “You have dreams of angels that you fuck with your futa-dick? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Silvery wings!” she exclaimed. “Glow! Angels! Me fuck angels! So good! Pussy good! Your pussy good?”

“I suppose we’ll find out, but…” I licked my lips. “Can I lick at your virgin pussy?”

She nodded and laid back down. “Stroke cock. Lick pussy. Yay!”

I shuddered as she spread her legs. Her sparse down of blonde hair did nothing to hide that virginal slit of hers. And, peeking out from the crack of her ass, was her dainty butthole. I stared at that, this depraved idea popping into my mind.

I grabbed her clit-cock and ducked my head down. My big boobs swayed. My cunt clenched as I breathed in her sweet aroma. I shuddered as my red hair swayed around my cheeks. I pressed into not her pussy but that little asshole. I could just reach her.

I licked her.

She giggled. “Lick butthole! Yay!”

She liked it. So did I. She had this earthy flavor that wasn’t as nasty as I thought. Sour. I licked at her asshole, savoring the puckered texture of her anal ring. My pussy burned with all the sinful delights I was enjoying.

I was being so wicked and I loved it.

I licked at her asshole again and again. I lapped at her with such delight. I tongued her, wanting to make her squeal out with passion. This was so hot.

My tongue licked and lapped at her. I caressed her, hungry to make her explode. This was so hot. I swabbed my tongue over her asshole. I loved the feeling of her anal ring. It was just a delight to lick her. I would lap at her with such hunger.

She groaned as I did that. My tongue fluttered around her asshole. She groaned as I did that. I swirled about her, licking and lapping at her with such hunger. I savored the texture of her. The feeling of her backdoor.

Then I drilled my tongue against her anal ring.

She gasped, her futa-dick throbbing, as I popped into her bowels.

“You naughty!” she squealed.

I swirled about in her, stroking her futa-dick. I fisted her while her pussy smelled so good, too. But I swirled my tongue around in her asshole, teasing her as that hunger to eat her pussy grew and grew. I wanted to make her just squeal her head off as she came. That would be amazing.

I flicked my tongue out of her asshole and up her pussy lips. I stroked her folds across her hymen. She groaned at that delight. I fisted her futa-dick as I lapped at her cunt. Her sweet juice soaked my tongue.

“Your pussy tastes so good,” I moaned. “I love it!”

“Pussy yummy!” squealed Abby.

“It is!” I groaned.

She trembled as I licked at her pussy folds. I caressed her with passion. I loved her. I wanted her to just explode. I pumped my hand up and down her girl-cock as I stroked up and down her tight, virginal slit. I gathered her sweet cream.

Her flavor melted through my mouth. I loved every moment of it. This was so exciting to do. My hips wiggled back and forth, my juices soaking through my bush and dripping down my thighs. My tongue flicked up and down her snatch.

She groaned as I tongued her. I licked at her with such hunger. I caressed her with everything that I had. She whimpered and moaned, her hips wiggling back and forth. She humped against me as she squealed out in futa-girlish passion.

“Ms. Murphy!” she moaned as I went back down to her asshole. I licked at her sour hole. “You naughty! Me love!”

I stroked her futa-cock as I licked at her asshole. She whimpered and moaned, tossing her head from side to side. Her clit-dick throbbed in my hand. I slid up to the top, caressing her spongy crown. I loved the feeling of her shaft and the taste of her backdoor.

But her sweet pussy was also delicious. I licked back to her cunt. I tongued her virgin pussy. I caressed over her hymen. It was such a delight to brush her bud. She whimpered as I did that. She trembled as my tongue stroked over her flesh.

“Ms. Murphy!” she gasped. “Ms. Murphy! Me like! So good! Yes!”

Her futa-cock throbbed in my hand. Then her futa-cum fired out of the top. At the same time, her sweet pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. I groaned, drinking her juices as her jizz splashed on the crown of my head and spilled down my forehead.

I licked at her spunk as her next blast flew up her body and splattered her cute titties. She grinned, smearing her own futa-cum on her boobs. I licked at her virgin twat as she bucked. I drank her sweet juices, loving the taste of her.

My pussy was so wet. My cunt burned with the need to feel her big futa-cock fucking me. I just wanted this massive cock to ram into me. That would be just amazing. Just such a treat to have her burying into my snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Abby moaned as her futa-cock rained more girl-jizz on her body.

I licked at her pussy, shuddering as the heat swept through me. This was all so exciting. So wild. I quivered, loving every moment of this. A big smile spread on my lips. I wanted more. I wanted this big dick in me.

“Abby!” I moaned, sitting up. Her pussy cream dripped down my thighs. “I need your girl-dick in me!”

“Ms. Murphy! Me fuck! Yes!” Abby sat up, cum dribbling down those cutie, budding tits of hers. The fourteen-year-old girl was such a delicious cutie. I loved it. My pussy burned with the heat as she rolled over onto her knees.

I sank on my back beneath the passion fruit tree. I spread my legs. Cum dripped from her nipples onto my belly as she crawled over me. Her futa-cock thrust out so big and long. Could that even fit in me?

I wasn’t a silver-winged angel. Maybe that clit-cock was too big for my cunt. But I didn’t care. I wanted that big dick to fuck me. I craved to have that huge cock rammed into me. It would be incredible. I just knew it would be fantastic. I was so looking forward to being ravished by that huge cock.

I couldn’t wait for it to bury into me with hard strokes. Powerful plunges.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Just fuck that dick into me. Ooh, I need that. I need that big cock to ram into me. It’ll be outstanding. I just know it!”

“You like!” Abby said and grinned, flashing her braces. She pressed the tip of her girl-cock into my bush. “You like much! Trust me!”

“I do!” I moaned as her girl-cock nuzzled into my pussy lips.

She thrust.

My eyes bulged at the feeling of her stretching out my labia. Then she was in me. I shuddered as she pressed her sticky, little titties into my big boobs. She sank more and more of her futa-dick into my snatch. I groaned in delight at the feeling of her stretching out my cunt.

She was so thick. So long. My eyes widened as my elastic pussy took all her futa-dick. She grinned down at me, her pigtails falling around my face. Her futa-dick throbbed in me. I shuddered at the feeling of her in me.

Then she drew back. My pussy clung to her girl-cock. I savored that delight as she drew back further and further. Then she rammed into me. She buried to the hilt in my pussy. She fucked into me with such hard strokes.

I groaned, clenching about her big futa-dick. She pumped away at me. She fucked me with such passion. She plowed to the hilt in my cunt. She fucked into my snatch over and over again. I loved that. She buried deep and hard into my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as Abby thrust away with her girl-cock. She plunged into me. “That’s so good!”

“Me like!” groaned Abby, her cum-smeared titties rubbing into my big, soft boobs. “Me like! Pussy! Ms. Murphy pussy! Hot! Wet! Tight! Good tight!”

I just squeezed my cunt down on her girl-cock as she thrust into me. That was incredible to enjoy. She plunged into me over and over again. It was an amazing delight to have her burying into my snatch. She sent pleasure rippling through me.

Such wondrous pleasure. My cunt melted around her. My orgasm swelled with her every plunge. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming on her. I ached to have her unloading all her futa-spunk in my snatch. It was an incredible delight to enjoy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Abby. “Good! So good!”

I just gasped beneath her, my orgasm about to overcome me. My twat gripped her young clit-cock. Her underage futa-dick buried into my MILF-pussy over and over again. I loved it. I whimpered, the pleasure rippling through me.

A preview for the real delight to come.

Abby rammed into me. It was enough. It sent me over the edge. “Oh, Lord, yes!”

I exploded on the girl’s massive futa-dick.

My pussy writhed and convulsed around her thick girl-cock. The futa-girl gasped, pumping away at me as my twat writhed around her. I suckled at her with my hungry flesh. I groaned, my head tossing back and forth as the pleasure surged through me.

“Ms. Murphy cum!” Abby gasped as he buried her girl-cock into my writhing snatch.

She erupted.

Her hot jizz pumped into my pussy. It was an amazing delight to feel her girl-seed spurting into my pussy and splashing on my cervix. I groaned as the ecstatic heat swept through me and over my mind. I bucked beneath her, my big tits rubbing into her little mounds.

“Good! Good!” she gasped as she spurted more of her futa-cum into my snatch.

“It is!” I gasped.

It was a fantastic rapture to have all that delight surging through me. My pussy writhed around her clit-cock, milking out the futa-cum that jetted into me. There was so much of that spunk that splashed against my cervix. I gasped and moaned, savoring the ecstasy sweeping through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s just amazing. I love it. I love it so much!”

“Me, too!” Abby moaned. “Me love! Yes! Yes!”

My cunt rippled around her futa-dick. I suckled at her futa-dick. I loved the heat of her cum spurting into me. She shuddered on me, her braces flashing as she moaned. Her pigtails danced around my face, the ends brushing my cheeks.

Then she fired the last spurt of cum into my pussy.

I shuddered, loving this pleasure. It was such a rush. I suckled in a deep breath, loving the feeling of her on me. She squirmed there, our boobs sticky with her futa-cum. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned. “That was amazing. I never felt anything like that. You’re so big.”

“Mmm, tight,” she cooed. “Ms. Murphy tight.”

“I bet I am,” I said. “Ooh, but I have to find my friends. I was shipwrecked. We should probably go back to the beach and look for them.”

“Others?” Her futa-dick twitched in my pussy. “Other pussies?”

“Yeah,” I said, blushing. “Maybe. We have to find them!”

“Yes!” she ripped out of my cunt and bounded to her feet, her futa-dick slapping into her belly. “Let’s go! Find pussy! Come! Come!”

I shook my head as she pulled me to my feet. Her cum spilled out of my pussy and soaked my bush as she dragged me back towards the river that I had followed to get here. This island was so strange. I had so many questions.

But I had to know if the others were all right. Sam and Mrs. Hart. So many others.

To be continued…

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