The pleasures of man

I approach Jackie “the island girl” and place my hands on her hips, causing her to tense up. She coyly looks up at me, eagerly waiting for me to talk. “Now, when I found you on that island, I promised I would bring you back with me and show you all that you have missed.”

“And I’m extremely grateful for that.” I continue, “Living all alone on that island, I must ask, how did you take care of your more, let’s say, primal needs?”

“What do you mean?” Jackie wonders. My hand goes underneath her grass skirt and finds her teenage pussy. “Oh,” she lets out involuntarily. Jackie quickly gets back into character, “What are you doing, sir?” I start lightly playing with her, feeling her wetness on my fingers. “You’ve never done this before?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, “With who?” My digit enter her, eliciting an “Oop,” from my “girlfriend.” “With yourself.” Again, she shakes her head, “Never. What is this called?”

“It’s called masturbation,” I answer. “Oh, you poor thing. Never masturbated. Never had sex. Well, don’t you worry. We’re going to rectify that right now. For your first lesson is, young lady,” I unzip my pants, pull out my raging hard-on, and place it right in front of Jackie’s hole, “the pleasures of man.” I thrust my full length into her. After long last, I’m having sex with Jackie Burkhart. “Oh fuck! What do you call ... this?”

As I move myself in and out, slowly, of the spoiled girl, I say, “This is called sex, naive little island girl. And this is something that you can only do with me.” I start putting a little more power into my thrusts, causing the couch to move a little after each one. I pull out and tell Jackie, “We should probably move our festivities to another part of the room, before we move anything too much.”