The Island – Chapter 9

First time sex stories: The Island – Chapter 9

I took the game trail back through the jungle to the pool, pondering the bizarre turn my life had taken. Milk and nookie for breakfast two days in a row. I guess it beats coffee and a Danish, anyway. I rinsed off with a quick dip, and then made my way back to camp. Joelle was sitting in the infirmary gnawing on a mango, and I sprang my idea for Dkembe on her.

“Really?” she said. “An honest-to-God wet nurse? I thought that they went out in the Victorian era.”

“Apparently not. Anyway, that’s her job and I think it would help him.”

“It’s sure a lot better than dripping coconut milk in his mouth. I guess the morning would be good. It’s quieter around here. Did she want to start today?”

“No, I think she already emptied herself today,” I managed with a straight face. “She said tomorrow would be good.”

“OK. I can be here to make sure the first time goes well.”

I stopped by the Boy’s Town and made sure they were still on for our demo today. I suggested we meet in about an hour to do some warmups, and asked one of the boys to alert the girls. I took some fruit over to the prisoner and dropped it next to her without a word. She ignored me, but I heard slurping as soon as I got out of sight, indicating that she wasn’t planning any hunger strike.

I spotted Sharon and Rodney by the life raft, and walked over to say hi.

“What’re you guys up to?” I asked.

“We thought we’d try fishing out near the reef,” Sharon said. She was wearing a skimpy green bikini with an oversized tank top over it. I watched in appreciation as the tiny scrap of fabric rode up her ass as she loaded some water and fruit into the raft. Of course, the spectacle was lost on Rodney, who was wearing a garish Hawaiian shirt in orange and purple, and what looked like designer sunglasses.

“Do you have any experience with fishing?” he asked. “We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“Sure,” I said. “I don’t do tournaments or anything, but I’ve fished a little. I can give you a
hand. Did you bring any bait?”

“I thought the fishing hookss were all you needed,” Sharon said with a puzzled frown.

“No, things will go much better with bait.” I thought for a moment. “We can bring some of the pig guts.”

I collected some of the offal, which had been saved in a plastic bag by the African ladies. God, I hope they weren’t planning on feeding us this shit, I thought. Then again, maybe they had the same thought I did and saved it for fishing. The three of us shoved off and paddled across the lagoon. Tossing out a makeshift anchor of rope tied around a rock, we each got out hook, line and sinker. I showed the other two how to bait their hooks (both were pretty disgusted while handling the putrid entrails), and after tying the line to thick segments of stick we dropped our lines. Fish were teeming below us, and I only got to sneak one squeeze of Sharon’s ass (getting my hand slapped for my trouble) before she got the first bite.

“I got one!” she squealed, yanking on the line and jerking the hook right out of the fish’s mouth. “Oh, no! It’s gone!”

“Take it easy!” I laughed. “One little tug to set the hook, and then wind the line slowly, and don’t let it go slack.”

Rodney got the next bite, and had more success. “Look at me!” he crowed, holding the struggling silver fish in the air. “I’m a real outdoorsman!” I helped him get it off the hook and into a large plastic bin we had filled with seawater.

The fish were amazingly cooperative, I guess because they had never seen humans before. Pretty soon our live well was roiling with a multicolored bonanza. I hoped someone at camp knew which ones were good eating. I figured the others could be made into more bait.

We paddled back to the beach, drunk with success and singing extemporaneous sea shanties. I suggested they ask Horace to show them how to clean the fish, since I had a date with the TKD students. I collected a hug from Sharon, then surprisingly one from Rodney, as well. I patted him on the back and walked over to the Girl’s Club.

“You guys ready? I asked. They were mostly in uniform, having all brought them on the trip for the classes we had expected to take in Seoul.

Allison, the oldest, said “Almost. Morgan and Juhee still haven’t come back out of the woods. They’re changing.”

“OK,” I said. “I’ll get the boys and we’ll assemble down by the water where the sand is harder.” I quickly changed myself, sneaking a peek at Janie’s tits while she slipped her uniform top over her head behind the towel we had hung up for privacy. She caught me staring and stuck her tongue out at me. Collecting the boys, including Connor, who insisted on dressing out even though he could only watch, we assembled by the water. I had Christopher run the warmups, and I caught Janie’s eye as he led us through stretching and some cardio exercises. She smiled and licked her lips, and I had to struggle a little, since it is difficult to exercise with a boner.

By now we had collected quite a few spectators. After we finished warmups, I announced that the J. S. Lee Demo Team would now amaze them with feats of strength and skill. We had a pretty good routine worked out, with the team running through several forms in unison, then each student performing a few chosen kicks. The teens did some group kicking drills, with some impressive tornado kicks and a few flying kicks over some of the smaller kids. Janie and I had practiced a finale, with each of us simultaneously but in opposite directions kicking apples held on the tips of swords with a back flip. We had to make do with mangoes on bamboo, but it went well. We got a big round of applause, and I announced that each day or two we would run a class for anyone who was interested.

I suggested a team swim in the freshwater pool by the waterfall to cool off, since we were all pretty hot and sweaty by then. I had expected everyone to put on bathing suits, but the kids ran cheering into the jungle without hesitation. Janie and I followed, and by the time we got there, I was a little shocked to see the students all in the water in their undies, having shucked off the uniforms and dropped them at the side of the water. The younger girls, of course, weren’t ready for bras yet, and were all topless, screaming and splashing each other playfully. The older girls had bras on at least, although in the water everything was pretty transparent. Nobody seemed to notice, however, and the kids were having a blast.

I looked at Janie questioningly, as I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra either. She looked at the happily playing youngsters and shrugged, then pulled off her uniform and jumped in with them, wearing just her hot pink squirrel covers. I caught some of the boys staring as she rose dripping from the water to stand under the waterfall, and I couldn’t blame them as she looking fucking magnificent, droplets of water running down her sculpted form as she wrung out her hair. I quickly followed, jumping in in my briefs and trying to shield my erection from the girls.

The boys were trying to dunk each other, occasionally casting glances at the girls. I saw a few of them were sporting boners, and it was easy to see why. The youngest girls, Morgan and Madison, were cute enough, with patterned panties covering their little buns and tiny little nipples visible on their bare chests, but it was the older ones that were getting the attention.
Mackenzie, at 12, was just entering puberty, and probably should have been wearing a bra herself, but hadn’t started yet, I guess. She had curly brown hair and beautiful, delicate features, and I wondered if she was destined for a career in modeling. She was wearing rainbow-striped panties which did little to hide the nearly hairless mons under the wet fabric. Her chest sported two puffy little areolae of light tan, each about an inch in size, perched in the center of the pale stripe of her tan line. Her tight little ass churned fetchingly as she chased the twins through the water. I scolded myself for noticing her prepubescent body, but she was so damn hot, even at 12. I forced my gaze from her and checked out the twins.

At 13, Ashley and Lily had started to develop. They were wearing matching sets of pale blue bras and panties, and as they ran around the edge of the pool splashing each other, through the thin, wet cotton I caught glimpses of the little black triangles of pubic hair tufting the tops of their young, cleft mounds. Their little stiff, brown nipples were poking out in the cold water, stretching the fabric of their A-cups and lifting it off the firm swells of their sweet little tits.

I was disappointed to see Alyssa, also 13, wearing a black sports bra with matching boy shorts. No fair! I thought. I can’t see anything! She was a hot little blond nymphet, and back home I loved to sneak peeks during class down the front of her uniform at the pink nipples topping her developing breasts. I know I was a dirty pervert for thinking this, but I constantly found myself daydreaming about catching a peek of the strip of blond fuzz she must be hiding under those panties. Now here was the perfect chance and she was wearing very un-transparent black. Oh, well, there were other young lolitas to ogle.

Juhee was 14 and already quite curvy. She was of Indian descent, and had long black hair in a braid down her back. Her round, womanly ass was cradled in exercise shorts which were also disappointingly opaque, even in the water. Her very mature breasts were another story, and her white cotton bra left nothing to the imagination as it quickly became soaked. Her boobs were already at least B-cups, possibly C, and the big brown nipples on their tips were puckered up and standing proudly in the cold water.

Allison was a vision. She was a 16 year-old redheaded goddess, almost 6 feet tall and slender. I had seen her mom at the school before, and she was a tall, slim redhead as well, so it was easy to see where her daughter got her figure. Her fiery orange hair hung straight down past her shoulders, and she seemed all leg as she joined Juhee in trying to outsplash the boys. Under her uniform she had been wearing a pale pink leotard, and once it got wet she might as well have been nude, because I could see every inch of her tight, young body. Her taut breasts were on the small side, but sat high and pert on her chest, the pink nipples hard under the sheer nylon fabric. Below her flat belly I spied a neatly trimmed strip of red pubic hair covering her narrow, protruding labia. She had a serious cameltoe going, and I tortured myself imagining pulling that pussy-floss out of her crack and licking her sweet honey off of it. Man, I had a serious boner!

The pool formed by the jungle stream was about 25 by 15 feet, and ranged from 2 to maybe 4 feet deep. The stream poured over a rock ledge about 10 feet above the surface, cascading down in a thin cataract that roiled the water below. At the other end of the pool the stream flowed over a broken sheet of smooth slabs of rock, eventually reforming into a single channel that flowed to the sea. There was not a lot of room for nearly 20 people, the majority of whom were excited, hyperactive kids.

Alexander and Caleb had brought a ball from someone’s suitcase, and were playing keepaway with Jared. Mackenzie had stopped chasing the twins, and the three of them now ran squealing around the perimeter of the little pond as Austin, James, and William chased them with handfuls of muddy sand. With my OK, Connor had clambered into the water, bamboo splint and all, and was sitting on a rock near the edge lobbing sand bombs at the mudslinging trio. Brandon and John were on the rocks, trying to see who could build the tallest tower of stones.

I didn’t see Logan for a while, but then spied him climbing the vine-covered rocks next to the waterfall, trying to reach the top. Christopher was looking a little shell-shocked at all the female flesh around him, and the impressive tent in his shorts showed he was old enough to appreciate the lovely bodies cavorting in the water. He sat on a rock in the shallows, presumably too embarrassed at his hard-on to stand up. I felt for the guy, as I had a similar problem.

Janie threaded her way through the screaming kids and sat next to me on my rock. She took my arm and we watched the mayhem for a while. We heard a shriek from the shallow end and, turning, beheld Juhee’s light brown ass bare to the world. Alexander had pulled her shorts down in the back and ran away laughing while she frantically reached around to pull them back up. I was pretty focused on her tight buns and the hint of bush I could see peeking from underneath, and didn’t notice Janie’s scrutiny until she whispered in my ear, “You are really getting turned on by all these little hotties, aren’t you?”

I jumped a bit, and looked at her guiltily. ”I can’t help it. Girls at this age are simply works of art. Very sensual art. I think this display is possibly the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.” I yelped as I felt her hand, reaching under my leg, grab my prick through my underwear.

“If it gets you hard, it’s OK with me,” she said brightly. I gasped as she slipped my dick out the leg hole of my shorts, and began surreptitiously stroking it under the water, just feet away from all these innocent lovelies. “I bet you wish one of them were doing this, don’t you? Or maybe all of them at once?” I gave a quiet groan at that idea.

“Don’t act like you’re above it,” I said. “I saw the way you were checking out Christopher’s meat.

“The boy does have an impressive stiffie, there. I think he’s afraid to stand up.”

“You should have seen him staring when you stood under that waterfall. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.”

She laughed, still stroking my wiener languidly. “Maybe this is my chance to make a move on him. I suspect he won’t take much persuading to get him out of those boxers.”

I slipped my hand down the back of her panties, stroking her ass. “Now who’s imagining a little underage love?”

She bit my shoulder and stood up, releasing my cock. “Cover me, I’m going in!”

She knelt in the shallow water and swam her way over to Cristopher, engaging him in conversation. I couldn’t here what they were saying over all the noise, but I definitely caught him eying Janie’s tits frequently. She stood up, standing next to him with a hand on one broad shoulder, pretending to watch the kids play. Her sheer, wet panties were nearly at eye level for the boy, and with her looking away, he had carte blanche to check out the perfect twat right in front of him. I chuckled as I saw him adjust himself under the water.

Suddenly an earsplitting “BOMBS AWAY!” echoed through the jungle as Logan leapt over the waterfall into the pool below. He had climbed to the top and launched himself over the drop to splash into the deep water below the falls. Now most of the boys, and a couple of the girls, wanted to try it. They scrambled up the bank and began jumping off one by one. Austin, James, and William, the Three Musketeers, went first in quick succession. Allison was next, and treated me to the sight of her barely covered body sailing through the air to crash land into the water. After Jared and Brandon had their turns, Juhee made the jump. I was delighted to see her top fly off on impact, releasing her lovely brown breasts for my viewing pleasure. She quickly pulled it back on, but apparently decided that maybe jumping 10 feet into a pool with a 2-piece suit was not such a good idea. I privately disagreed, but she didn’t ask my opinion.

Looking for Janie, I saw she had pulled Christopher to his feet and was pointing at the jumpers and saying something in his ear. The poor kid didn’t realize his boner was poking out though the fly of his boxers. He had a pretty sizable hard-on, at least 6 inches long, circumcised and bright pink. Ashley picked up on it right away, since she had been scoping Christopher out since we had gotten here. She punched her sister on the shoulder and pointed at the protruding prick. They giggled at each other and stared at his bare penis avidly. These two are going to be a double handful soon, if not already, I thought to myself. Little nymphos at 13.

Their fun was spoiled when Janie tapped him on the shoulder and, gesturing to his crotch subtly, alerted him to his wardrobe malfunction. He turned beet red and tucked himself back in, turning away from her and stumbling out of the pool. I saw her chase him into the trees, calling after him, no doubt to reassure him that it was OK and to “comfort” him. Kid, you are in for a real treat now, I thought, grinning.

My musings were cut short by a dogpile of giggling girls who jumped onto my back, startling me. Morgan and Madison habitually climbed any instructor they saw, and the fact that we were all half naked didn’t seem to bother them. Morgan made it all the way to my shoulders, then sat there proudly, queen of the world, while Madison hung onto my back like a monkey. Soon Mackenzie jumped on my lap, nearly landing on my erect woody. She tried to pull Morgan off my shoulders, squirming and laughing as she pulled on the younger girl’s dangling legs. Morgan squealed and tightened her gripping thighs about my neck, holding on for dear life. Madison joined the fray, defending her friend and trying to push Mackenzie off my lap.

I became acutely aware of their nubile young bodies as they writhed against me. Madison’s bare nipples were rubbing across my back as she clung to me, and I could feel Morgan’s little mound grinding against the back of my neck through the thin cotton of her panties. If the water had not been so cool, I would have been sweating bullets at this point. Periodically Mackenzie’s thrashing legs would knock into my turgid penis as she struggled, and after the 4th or 5th time, I began to wonder if she were doing it on purpose. I didn’t discourage her, because I was beyond horny by now. I almost moaned aloud when her bouncing at one point planted her succulent little tit right against my lips. I had to restrain myself from sucking on it as it slid by, and I closed my eyes briefly, stoking my willpower.

Finally they settled down, with Morgan and Madison each sitting on one of my knees, watching the boys play catch, while Mackenzie sat next to me in Janie’s recently vacated spot, hugging my arm to her chest. I held the two smaller ones with my free arm across their chests. I couldn’t help it if my fingers somehow ended up on Madison’s tiny breasts, which were just starting to bud. I could feel the firm little discs of tissue under the little pink points, and began to gently massage them. I barely moved my hand, hoping not to spook the girl. Her nipples were firm little nubs, quite erect by now, and I lightly ran my finger in a circle around the sensitive tissue. Morgan meanwhile was rocking back and forth, singing some pop song to herself. I could feel the heat of her crotch on my thigh, but I figured her rhythmic rubbing was unconscious. 8 year-olds do not bump and grind grown men.

By the time I had processed all of these delicious sensations, Mackenzie had rested her head on my shoulder. I realized with a shiver that the way she was hugging my arm was pressing the naked little cones of her developing breasts against my skin. She was squirming slightly, and I became almost lightheaded as I felt those, puffy mounds tickling the hairs on my arm. My hand was resting on her leg, and I slowly let it drift to the inner surface of her thigh, my pinkie now gently pressed against the gusset of her panties. I softly stroked the tender flesh of her upper leg, just below the elastic leg band of her undies. She seemed to enjoy the attention and pulled closer to me.

“I’m glad you’re here with us, Master Connor,” she said dreamily. “We’ve all been pretty scared not knowing what’s going to happen. I feel better when you’re around. Like I’m safe.”

“You are safe,” I assured her. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you girls.”

She sighed contentedly, and accidentally or not, pulled my arm harder to her, pressing my hand firmly against her virginal pussy lips. I sighed myself, but not contentedly, as I was in such a state of arousal I was worried I was going to shoot my load right then and there, with three preteen girls draped over me. If there was a hell, I was going straight to it when I died, but right now I was in heaven. Morgan’s rocking intensified, and now the back of her leg was bumping my cock with each movement.

The little sweetie was jerking me off unknowingly! I bit my lip as I felt the intense sensation of a rising orgasm. What finally finished me off was Morgan saying, “My kitty likes you. It feels good when I rub it on your leg. I’m all tingly.”
Holy Jesus, she was rubbing one out on my thigh! The realization was too much for me, and my cock began twitching in my shorts as jets of semen filled my underwear. Morgan’s still wiggling leg flailed against the sticky patch, and I involuntarily pinched Madison’s nipple. She squeaked, but didn’t move my hand. Instead, I felt her small hand cover mine, holding it firmly to her naked chest. Meanwhile, with each pulse of my orgasm, the heel of my hand ground against Mackenzie’s sweet young cunny, pressing the fabric of her panties deeper into her little slit. I managed not to cry aloud, but my body was shuddering as I pumped my jizz into my jockies.

“Are you OK Master Connor?” Mackenzie asked with innocent concern.

“Yeah,” I managed to grind out. “I must have gotten a little chill.”

With that the three girls all turned and wrapped their arms around me, Madison saying, “We’ll keep you warm!”

You have no idea, I thought, as my softening cock leaked onto her knee through my wet shorts. I let them cling to me as every ounce of tension left my body. I could die happily now.
My little slice of paradise was finally shattered when Brandon ran up and grabbed my arm, shouting, “Master Connor! Come on and play Gator with us!” He pulled me reluctantly to my feet with the help of Jared. At least I could stand without poking someone’s eye out now, as my drooping peter was no longer threatening the structural integrity of my underwear.

Brandon stood in the water, his back to the rest of us, and threw the ball up in the air. Logan snatched it and made a run for the waterfall, apparently the goal. He was quickly engulfed in a sea of bodies as several kids took him down. He rose from the water, sputtering, and took his turn throwing the ball backward into the air. The game was pretty senseless, with lots of splashing and screaming and very little organization. Just the way kids were supposed to play, I thought.

I was glad they could have some fun even in the midst of tragedy and uncertainty. At one point, Allison nearly made it to the fall, her long legs propelling her through the water, but she was body-checked by a flying William, and flew backwards into my arms. I managed to catch her, her tight little ass landing right in my left hand. I held her slender form a few seconds longer than necessary, because I ended up staring into her bright blue eyes and couldn’t tear myself away. She smiled at me sweetly, blushing crimson.

“Thanks, Master Connor.”

“Hey, let’s make it Dave when we’re not in class. I don’t go around in the rest of the world being a ‘master,’ only during Tae Kwon Do.”

“OK, Dave” she said shyly. I levered her back on her feet, my hand giving her taut buns the tiniest squeeze. I couldn’t help noticing how her little pink nipples were now standing up stiffly after the brief encounter. I felt my prick stirring again, and figured I had better escape before I frightened the kids with a massive boner.

“I’m heading back to the beach, guys,” I said. “It’s probably about time to grab some food.”

The younger girls groaned theatrically, clinging to my legs. I dragged them through the water to the edge, and finally shook them off and climbed out. Best pool party ever! I thought with a grin as I grabbed my uniform and strolled back to camp.

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