The Island, Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 9

... 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 ...