The Island – Chapter 9

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.