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!