Sex Island Ch. 02

"Fair enough" I said. "Let me gather evidence."

I put one hand on the outside of each beautiful chocolate brown breast, pressing them against my neck; and then, still cupping her breasts firmly I slowly moved my hands down, squeezing her breasts against my neck and engorging her thick, black nipples. I thumbed them gently, bringing them to full attention. God, I love nipples.

And that was so much fun, I did it again, and again. And then, I got an idea; I took a big scoop of butter, rubbed it between my hands to liquefy it, reached up and stroked her breasts again. And again. And again...

She moaned softly. "Make sure you get the insides, Honey" she whispered, in that rich, velvety Louisiana drawl. So I rolled my hands between her breasts and my neck, and continued to slather melted butter around her breasts, across her nipples... everywhere.

It seemed like we kept this up forever, with her glistening, buttered breasts slowly riding up and down my shoulders, my hands cupping and kneading them against my neck, and melted butter dripping down my chest. The odor of urgent female musk and melted butter filled the air, and conversation in the immediate area died down as people turned and watched with rapt attention, slowly licking their lips.

She gave a casual chuckle. "So you still gathering evidence?"

I took a deep breath, taking in musk and perfume. Somewhere deep in my mind I knew the voice, recognized the scent... No! Really? I turned suddenly, and looked her in the face.

"Joyce!" I roared, jumping from my chair to wrap my arms tightly around her and give her a huge bear hug. Oh, she felt so good, and it was so good to see her!

She laughed and hugged me back, then moved her head back far enough to talk to me. "Chris! I'm so damned glad to see you again, child! I heard about the island through our friends, and people said you were involved, and Brian did some checking... and wow!" She hugged me again, pressing her cheek hard against mine.

I pulled her hard against me, causing melted butter to squirt and dribble everywhere. She moved back slightly, and I rapidly moved my hands down her torso and across her pussy and legs; a few quick swipes later, and she glistened like polished gold.

She looked at me, with a teasing smile. "Hey, you wanna go grab a public fuck bed, and give this girl a proper ride?"

I was grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, we could - but I'm so anxious to catch up! How's Brian? And the girls - god, they must be - " I stopped for a moment, trying to do mental math while a buttered pussy was slowly rubbing up and down my thigh. "Eighteen!" She said, with a proud smile. "They just turned 18 last week, and Brian and I wanted to welcome them into adulthood with a two week trip to the island."

I looked at her. "What - the girls are here? Wow!" I was having difficulty taking it all in, as she slowly, hypnotically rubbed her crotch against my leg, while just barely brushing her swollen, distended nipples against the hair on my chest. "What about Brian? Is he here too?"

Then she started doing this hypnotic voodoo dance with her crotch pressed against mine, pushing her pussy hard against my dick while leaning far back at the waist, bringing her glistening buttered breasts fully into view. She ran the tips of her fingernails down my chest, circling my nipples and scratching them ever so gently, bringing them to full attention.

"No, Brian had one of those last minute Manhattan property deals to do - he'll clear just over a mil on it, so it wasn't something he could just walk away from." She gave me a sudden pelvic thrust, giving my shaft a vigorous rub with her thick pussy hair. "But we didn't want to keep the girls on hold indefinitely, so we decided I should just come down with the girls now, and he'd join us later." She continued to grind slowly against me as she ran her fingers down the side of my chest, her fingernails scratching me so gently, bringing every nerve of my body to quivering attention.

Between the lubrication from the butter and the slow, sensual rubbing of her pussy hair against my dick, I was getting really, seriously aroused. Joyce looked down at my engorged member, and smiled. "Hey, what about you? They still call you Click Dick?"

"Well, you're really close to finding out." I gasped. "We should move out of the food court, and continue this outdoors."

She smiled saucily, reached down, and grabbed my cock. Oh, dear God, I was right on the trembling verge. She stroked once...

And I felt the familiar pop, as my cockhead suddenly engorged, and doubled in size. I gasped, "Joyce! Let's get outside, Right Now!" I started stumbling towards the patio doors, my dick swaying in front of me like a head of cabbage stuck on a wiener. Behind me, I heard Joyce laughing. "Yeah, I see some things still stay the same!"

I flopped down on an inflatable bed, beside a surprised Swedish girl working on her tan. She stared at my cock in amazement. "The cock - did you have surgery for that? It is good - I want to ride it!" She gave me an enticing, anxious smile.

Then Joyce showed up, grinning ear to ear. "No, Honey, he didn't have any surgery; he just swells up naturally like that when he gets some attention." Joyce knelt down on the soft foam decking, and reached over to grab my buttered, begging, drooling cock, slowly rubbing it through her hand. "Some extra... Special... attention!" She giggled huskily.

The Swedish girl was totally enthralled, watching my hypersensitive, fully engorged dick being slowly squeezed through Joyce's buttery fingers. "I would like to watch. It is OK with you?"

Joyce laughed as she slowly, languidly worked her hands up and down my dick, playing with it as if it were a greased balloon. "Oh, sure. We've done this in public a whole bunch of times!" The Swedish girl stared, as Joyce slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.

Joyce wrapped her hand around the head of my cock, fully enclosing it and squeezing it tightly; then, still squeezing, she moved her hand down slowly, allowing my cock head to slowly pop forth and expand fully above her glistening, buttery fingers. The feeling was staggeringly good. With her other hand, Joyce cupped my shaved balls, letting my testicles slide around gently in her palm, rolling them and squeezing them gently as they slid through the warm, fragrant butter. Then she quickly slipped her fingers up inside her own pussy, gathering some of her own sweet sauce and rubbing it into the mix. Through it all, the voluptuous young Swedish girl lay back, watching, licking her lips. I watched her slowly start to stroke her own pussy, keeping perfect time with Joyce.

"Oh, it looks like such fun, what you are doing!" the Swedish girl panted, a begging look on her face. She looked at Joyce. "I have never seen such a cock like that. When you are done, he could do me later? Do you think?"

Joyce laughed happily. "Well, it's up to him... but I've never heard him say no!"

The Swedish girl reached over, took my hand and pressed it hard against her hairless, golden crotch. "Please... rub my pussy. I am so, you know, excited by you!" Then she leaned back, closed her eyes and started massaging her voluptuous breasts with her hands, her blonde hair falling back across her shoulders in a tangled disarray. Her own musk started to mix in the air with Joyce's... and suddenly I went into sensory overload. I had a nude Swedish girl on one side of me rubbing her golden breasts while stuffing my hand into her heaving, throbbing crotch, and I had Joyce on the other side, slowly rubbing her hands up and down my glistening oily shaft, her bountiful buttered breasts slowly swaying in the rich tropical sun...

And, that was it. I pulsed vigorously against Joyce's slippery hand and shot load after load of thick, milky cum high into the air; it fell from the air like thick rain, splattering over me, the Swedish girl, Joyce, and everyone else. The Swedish girl convulsed suddenly, pulsing her crotch against my hand in a frantic, furious rhythm; and just as suddenly my hand was covered in Swedish pussy froth, as the Swedish girl suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against her pussy mound. She gasped for breath and convulsed visibly, her voluptuous breasts shaking and rolling around enticingly. My cum was spattered across her chest, where it mingled with her own sweat and rolled, slowly, enticingly, down her sides.

Joyce slowly let go of my quivering cock, nodding in satisfaction. "Yep, you've still got it, Boy!" She looked at the Swedish girl, who was still trying to catch her breath. "He can come like that ten times a day. I've never seen anything like it. He's sorta like Robocop, except with a dick."

The Swedish girl was still breathing heavily, drenched in sweat and cum. "I'm sorry, but I don't know. This Robocop, what is it? Is it a sex toy?"

Joyce laughed. "Yeah, he's a sex toy, all right. The real deal." She looked at me. "Listen, Click Dick, you come with me. We'll go up to my place to get showered and cleaned up... and then you still owe me one helluva good fuck. And then..." she smiled triumphantly , "then... I'm gonna introduce you to the girls. I told them all about you, and I showed them our special picture album. They want to feel you all the way deep up inside them... and I want to watch it happen!"