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Somewhere out there in the vast seas of the planet is a place I’d like to revisit before I exit this life of sixty years.
Her name was Gabriella, but at the young age of nine years old, she looked like a goddess, a veritable, lovely creature that defined man’s favorite pastime and offered the perfect little body with a perfect little pussy, which I can’t get out of my brain.
Ten years ago, I was a merchant seaman working on a huge oil tanker until pirates of an unknown origin secretly boarded our ship in the ‘dead of night’. After stealing all they could from the crew and the few passengers on board, they commandeered the ship and then offloaded me and the captain to a small island nearby that wasn’t on any of the nautical charts.
The pirates of today aren’t the typical, legendary swashbuckling characters in history books or the movies. No, these guys were more like thieves and murderers. But stealing a billion-dollar ship and billions of dollars in oil would have to be classified as a world-class haul in anyone’s book. Armed with automatic weapons and grenades, they took over the entire ship. Our crew of shipmates was totally helpless and would have to operate the stolen tanker under the threat of death or bodily harm.
For that reason, I was glad to be taken to that uncharted island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, a memorable place that dreams are made of and filled with young, tempting little preteen girls with deeply tanned, smooth skin and what seemed like a ‘love’ for adult men.
After rudely being forced off of the twenty-foot, motor powered dingy by our captors, the Captain threatened them, until one of the pirates shot him in the leg at point blank range. His injuries finally got infected to the point that he died a few days later, leaving me as the only adult on that magnificent lost island.
Still recovering from shock after being brutally pushed to the sandy beach, I gazed at the captain and his serious looking, nasty wound. The pirates were long gone and just a blip on the horizon as I finally came to my senses and decided to help my companion castaway. His injury bled profusely, staining the sand with bright red blood until I tore off a piece of my shirt and wrapped a tourniquet around his leg. Suddenly, two young girls, dressed in skirts made out of palm leaves, sporting colorful flowers in their hair, ran at full speed until reaching us.
I had to rub my eyes to finally believe what I was seeing.
Their language was unknown to me, but the tone of their voices meant that they understood the seriousness of my partner’s leg wound and tried with all their might to help him to his feet so they could walk him back to be taken care of in their village. Then one of them glared at me with a puzzled look as if to say, “why aren’t you helping us?”
It took some time, but the Captain was finally placed on a mat of palm fronds in a thatched roof hut after the girls and I managed to drag his heavy body to the safety of their hidden village. Tall trees and lush vegetation surrounded the perimeter of their lair and I guessed at the time that the pirates probably had no clue that the island was even inhabited, or maybe they had a hand in establishing this unknown paradise.
The strangest thing, though, was that the people I saw that day were all children. Young boys and girls, all about the same age gathered to meet and welcome us wearing smiles and nearly naked little bodies. They looked to be about nine or ten I thought, as my eyes fixed on a few cute, bare little asses and smooth thighs that held the promise of maybe getting intimate with a child or at least, feeling up one of the cute little wonders if given the chance.
As a closet pedophile, it was no surprise that instead of thinking and wondering about getting off the island and back home to California, all I thought of was that island filled with young, nubile little girls and naked, ‘fuckable’ little pussies.
As it turned out, the nights on the island were a bit chilly, offering a surprising opportunity.
The kids stayed warm by sleeping together on grass mats, sharing the protection of a loosely-built hut… and sometimes their bodies. I later found that out after observing a young boy and girl touching each other one day…in broad daylight too.
That first night on the island, I was treated to a pile of warm bodies as they slept next to me while one particular little angel nestled closer while holding herself tightly to my side. Her smooth little thighs were tempting and available. I couldn’t keep my hands from smoothing over her delightful skin as she slept, probably trusting me to behave and sleep the whole night. The surprising softness of her legs and young, untouched skin was mesmerizing to my senses like touching an angel…and sexually arousing beyond belief.
Then her young body flinched when I finally slid a hand under her skirt to feel up her naked little pussy for the first time. In a few minutes, her eyes opened briefly as she reached for my hand as if to guide it deeper between her thighs, whispering something I couldn’t understand, but all the same, I knew that the little darling was telling me that she was “okay” with my molestations.
Right then I became aware that these kids, no matter where they came from or how they wound up on this island, were unaware of the rest of the world and its dangers. Maybe the pirates put them here after looting some unlucky cruise ship and killing their parents. Maybe they were raised here after the pirates raped their mothers and older sisters and eventually killed all the males. The island was a mystery, but having a collection of warm little bodies to keep me company made those mysteries, NOT so important.
Days later, my friend the captain finally succumbed to his wound.
The kids joined together, digging a deep hole in the sand and placing the body for burial. Tears were few though owing to the way the kids lived and survived in their isolated little world.
My little angel that had been sleeping next to me every night finally escorted me to another little kid, a ten–year-old boy that was recently offloaded by the pirates. He was my savior so to speak because he could speak English.
The kids on the island spoke a mixture of languages I found out, due to their varied countries of origin, but this little boy quickly became adept at understanding most of them. He was my interpreter, explaining the mystery of the island and why the pirates had dumped them here, saying that he overheard that it was their intention to raise them to be sold later when the kids reached a certain age. The island as it turned out was just a convenient warehouse and nursery, but another revelation was soon revealed when the kids suddenly ran to hide as if a monster had scared them. The threat was far worse than an imagined monster.
The young boy’s name was Abraham he said, further explaining that he was from Egypt, but born to a Jewish family from Israel. He spoke many languages and dialects because his father had been a university professor with ties to many other countries. The sad thing was “my mother and father were killed by the pirates like the other parents,” he later admitted as tears fell slowly down his smooth cheeks.
Meanwhile, Abraham tugged at my arm, offering to hide me with the other kids when the pirates were spotted on the beach, offloading food and supplies, finally answering some of my nagging questions. “How did these kids eat and survive?” And, “why were they wearing clothes made from leaves?”
The boat carrying the pirates looked like the same one that deposited the captain and me.
Looking through a thick patch of bushes, I watched as they finished unloading and then seemed to gaze directly in my direction. The kids were suddenly quiet and hidden, but defenseless against the thugs if they decided to harvest a few girls or boys for their own enjoyment. I would have fought for them if necessary, but not today! Luckily, the pirates left without coming into the kiddy village and I was spared a fight to the death.
That night before bedtime, Abraham offered to sleep in my hut. He was welcome I assured, realizing that he could conveniently enable some dialog between my little girlfriend and me. Her name was Gabriella I was told later, and she was only nine, but didn’t know where her parents were. Abraham translated the best he could, although he didn’t speak her language very well.
Gabriella as it turned out was from Greece. Her dark, almond shaped eyes and creamy smooth skin was an attraction by itself, but her cute little ass and smooth hairless pussy kept my cock hard all day long. After a while she suddenly began to smile more, knowing that I understood her fate, and hoped that I would look out for her if the pirates came to get her someday. She didn’t have to worry I replied, assuring that I would give my life to protect her and the other children. In an instant, she was in my arms while Abraham nestled to my other side.
The question of the skirts being made from palm leaves was finally answered when one of the other girls was too cold from the night air and managed to find a regular pair of pants and shirt to put on. Abraham, noticing my surprise explained that all the kids liked being dressed in the island apparel of leaves and grass. He explained that the custom had been passed down from the first set of children that had long since been removed and sold.
Gabriella nearly smothered me while she crawled on top of my chest, as if for protection I thought, until she reached for my hand and placed it on her firm little naked ass. My cock nearly exploded with cum as I massaged her sweet, fine skin with my fingertips. Abraham briefly glanced at us until finally falling asleep.
Then the most unexpected, pleasurable event happened when she suddenly began hunching the hard lump in my pants. It was time to fuck that little girl, audience or not.
While Gabriella pressed her young groin, grinding and groaning into my stiff cock, I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my swollen meat for a trip inside of the tightest, most amazing pussy I had ever stuffed my cock into. The young girl obediently spread her thighs as I eased into the tiny opening of her preteen vagina. GOD! She was tight, but her little cunt eventually cooperated, finally stretching enough to allow deeper penetration after she finally sat upright and straddled my waist.
Her eyes closed as she rode my adult penis, sucking every inch of my thick, seven-inch dick into her young pussy until groans and moans filled the hut. She was having an orgasm it seemed, and a surprising event to witness from a child. Soon, she began bouncing up and down until my cock exploded, filling her tiny hole with so much cum that puddles formed all over my balls and groin, a sight soon revealed after she finally stood up with her legs on both sides of my body.
The vision seemed almost surreal as the bright moonlight, filtering into the darkness of the hut illuminated Gabriella’s naked, cum drenched pussy lips and thighs, which glistened with the remnants of thick sperm. Then a cute smile of satiation came over her face as she lay next to me, cooing and grateful for her orgasm while gently caressing the length of my shaft. In her native Greek language, words of gratitude mixed with loving gestures were easily understood, inspiring a kiss and mutual hugging that ended in sleep.
My little fuck-mate clung to my side from that day on, as if she was afraid I might disappear or vanish. Fucking her wonderful, nine-year-old pussy was the best sex anyone could ever wish for, but after a few days, our own hut was completed and shared together like two lovers. Abraham occasionally slept there too, together with his little girlfriend named Carmen, a sweet, very adorable child with the most seductive eyes and shapely little ass on the island. Gabriella and Carmen became close friends and managed to communicate in a language that only the girls on the island understood. Their words were a hybrid of Greek, Spanish and Italian I assumed.
Weeks went by with the pirates leaving the usual food and supplies as if they were taking care of their animals. But I realized that someday, and maybe soon, there would be a showdown when a few might try to take advantage of the helplessness of the children. It was only a question of time so something had to be done to fight back. I wasn’t going to die knowing that Gabriella was a sex slave to a bunch of earth-scum like those pirates
An idea hit me like a brick when one of the kids walked into the village followed by ten other kids, all holding sharpened spears made from palm tree branches. They were playing a game I was told by Abraham, but those sharpened sticks could be useful I thought, if they were placed in such a way that the pirates would be injured or killed.
Two days of digging followed as the kids worked from morning until night. A strategically dug trench that was probably ten feet deep or more was finally filled with hundreds of pointed palm branches. When I served in Vietnam we used to call them “punji sticks.” They were lethal or at least caused excruciating pain and injury. But more importantly, they would stop the pirates long enough to steal their boat and get the kids off the island.
After carefully covering the deep, hundred yard long trench with palm leaves and sand, the trap was set.
One night after Gabriella fucked my balls dry, she began to bleed from her vagina. Panic filled her young brain, but I guessed correctly that the little preteen had finally started her period early in life, due to fucking me every night for the last several weeks. A makeshift sanitary pad from a pile of clothes did the trick but there would be NO pussy for the next week until she stopped menstruating. Abraham must have felt sorry for me because he offered Carmen as a substitute.
After having sex on a regular basis, Carmen’s fine little body was appealing, but I didn’t want to piss off my little darling. So one night after Gabriella finally went to sleep, Abraham whispered something in Carmen’s ear. In a few seconds I crawled to his side of the hut while he took my place next to Gabriella.
Carmen looked so delicious and fine that I just had to eat her little pussy, inspiring Abraham to drop his jaw as he suddenly witnessed the oddity of oral sex on a girl for the first time. Then, out of the corner of my eye I happened to notice his hand around his small penis, masturbating to the sight of his girlfriend’s nine-year-old pussy being licked, sucked and ravaged by my tongue and mouth.
After weeks of watching each other fuck our mates, it was no big deal for Abraham to watch while I fucked his little sweetheart.
Carmen’s ultra smooth, fine skin was like a drug high to touch and fondle. But her incredible little pussy was mind numbing to stick my dick into, pushing gently and withdrawing slowly until the warmth and tightness of a child’s sex sent waves of intense, sexually stimulating arousal to my brain and balls. Then her tiny eyes opened wide when she felt the hot, thick explosion of my juice filling her tiny hole with soothing, pleasure. I realized then that the little darling had probably never experienced such a surprising sensation because Abraham was too young to generate as much semen, or maybe none at all.
I fucked Carmen most of the night, sliding my meat mercilessly in and out of her tender fuck-hole while making the little girl cum repeatedly until she finally lay exhausted, panting and out of breath. A gentle kiss on her thin lips and one last stroke of my penis into the heavenly depths of her young body finished her off, inspiring a dazed look of total satiation on her cute little face.
After grudgingly sliding my cock from Carmen’s young, cum saturated body, we had to move to another mat because so much sperm had leaked from her vagina that pools of the sticky, gooey mess were everywhere. That was the perfect time I thought to switch places with Abraham.
But the next few days offered a new dilemma.
Carmen began clinging to my side like Gabriella. Soon, the little vixens were arguing and fighting until a bigger problem overshadowed their desires to be my only girlfriend.
Two approaching, motor powered fiberglass boats were discovered by one of the lookouts, meaning something ominous and bad was about to occur. Watching them come closer, a sense of urgency nearly stopped my heart at the thought of imminent danger.
By now, I had an army of kids that understood our peril.
During the days that followed digging the trap for the pirates, I had them trained to stab and throw heavy coconuts onto the thugs after they fell into our trench to make sure none could get out. The coconuts were buried in an adjacent, convenient place and the kids had their spears always close by. Rocks were also there, but to tell the truth, I didn’t hold out much hope or confidence, knowing that the pirates had firearms.
It can be safely stated, “Don’t bring a coconut to a gunfight,” But the kids were ready and angered enough to fight with all they had. The girls would help too, throwing sand on the pirate’s faces, blinding them and maybe creating enough confusion to allow us to win such a battle. We would soon find out!
With spears at the ready and everyone’s senses cocked and at the point of fighting for our lives, we all stayed out of sight until the boats landed on the beach. The pirates talked among themselves, laughing and snickering as they climbed out and set foot on the sand.
According to our plane, two girls ran towards them, totally naked and taunting them to come get them. Standing on our side of the trench, they offered their cute little bare asses, tempting the pirates, but only a few of the pirates obliged to approach the girls so I sent more girls out on the beach to tempt them, offering their desirable nakedness until most of the pirates couldn’t resist.
Like the legendary lemmings jumping to a certain death, the pirates were soon doomed to the nasty, brutal surprise that awaited them. Screams of agony and pain echoed in the air as twenty out of thirty pirates that came ashore met an unkind demise. As the remaining pirates were caught up in the confusion, an army of angered, purpose-driven children settled the score of losing a mother, father, or other family member at the hands of the thugs.
My little army of determine kids made me proud, but in the heat of the battle, three were shot by the pirates and one girl got too close to the pit of death after throwing sand at the pirate’s faces. All in all though, the battle was a success.
It was a macabre sight to see. Dead and half-dead pirates met their just doom as they lay in pain. One by one, the boys and I made sure none would survive. With a vengeance of hate, coconuts were used to bash a few skulls while some were fatally speared until dead. Blood covered the sand, serving notice that even unarmed kids can fight back. I hoped it would be a lesson to the other pirates that would eventually come looking for their mates.
After gathering the pirate’s firearms, knives and other weapons, it was time to load the boats with supplies and the children.
Abraham enthusiastically agreed to captain one of the boats while I captained the other.
A total of forty kids and myself set out to navigate away from our island home. Some were sad to leave, but most were happy for a chance to survive, driven by desperate hope and an expectation to be reunited with their long lost lives and remaining families. Tears born out of relief from constant threat and danger finally caught up to the kids. Soon, everyone was crying, including me.
Not ever really knowing where the pirate ship had anchored when the boats would come to leave supplies at the island, I decided to take a chance and head towards the sun, realizing that if we ran into the Pirate ship, the bright sun might actually obscure us from sight.
After most of the day paddling the small boats to conserve whatever fuel we had and using only the four oars that each craft contained, neither sign of land…nor the Pirate ship could be seen. Then days and nights came and went. Our meager supply of water was critically low and some of the kids were seasick, but I knew there had to be a shipping lane in our path because of the sun setting in the west and the breeze coming from the east.
As an old merchant marine, my navigation skills were finally coming back. Confidence prevailed instead of fear until a lone speck of land appeared on the horizon. Thoughts crept into my suspicious brain, wondering if we were accidentally headed for our old home…or was it another island? A flight of seabirds was most encouraging though so we began to steer for the unknown.
The cheers and hollering from the kids filled the salty air with jubilation when it was finally realized that our intrepid group had stumbled upon another island. Still suspicious, I stood up in the boat to examine the looming landmass until I noticed a high, volcanic looking mountain in the center. Yes! It was a different island I announced as Gabriella and Carmen both hugged me, almost causing me to tip overboard while inciting giggles and squeals from the girls and joy in my heart when I managed to regain my footing.
The outboard motors sputtered then finally roared with their power, propelling us to our new home and hopefully a safer, more sustainable life.
The closer we came, the larger and more inviting the unknown island appeared. Lush, green growth of mature trees and flowers greeted us as we eased the boats onto the dark sandy beach. A sense of well being filled my heart when I immediately realized the distinct color of the sand, owing to the ancient island being formed by volcanic activity.
Yes! This was definitely a different island, I assured everyone.
After pulling the heavy boats to the higher shore and covering them with plenty of plants and other things to hide them, we all hugged in a celebration of relief. With my two muses at my side and the other kids trailing behind, I led the way on a search and discover mission until finding a suitable, safe place to make our camp and future home.
The mountainous terrain offered plenty of fresh water and things to eat and the knives recovered from the pirates were put to good use, cutting trees and palm fronds until a livable, but large hut was built.
Instead of the usual hard ground to sleep on, bunks were assembled with thatched mattresses made from straw and dead, dried leaves. After a week, our little village was taking shape. Chores were assigned and finished, but playtime was a part of every day. The nights however were becoming busy with an increasing amount of sexual activity after the other kids realized the joys of having sexual contact with each other, particularly after the boys found out that I had two girls to sleep with every night.
A surprising change was when Gabriella and Carmen agreed to share me with each other and any other little girl that either chose me or I selected at will. None of the other little muses ever said no, so I became the island whore, fucking all of them eventually until one of the boys asked in a begging sort of way to leave his mate alone.
In time, we were like a family, making communal meals and playing games. The girls sort of had their own exclusive club while the boys and I did guy things such as hiking the mountain and exploring the many caves in the rocky outcroppings. It was during one of our discovery hikes that one of the boys ran at full speed while hollering something that I couldn’t understand until he was about fifty yards away. His excitement soon proved to be the most amazing discovery to date about our new island paradise.
Perched on the tallest peak of the mountain was a transmitting tower, probably a beacon or transponder I guessed.
The next day the boys and I spent the day hiking up the perilous, jagged rocks and steep mountainside until we reached the top. A smile of delight filled my face when I realized that the tower was being used and not abandoned. Solar energy cells filled a large apparatus attached to one side with cables running to the very top of the tower.
Hoping that someone would notice a malfunction I cut the cable with a knife. Hope filled my brain and every nerve in my body as we headed back to the village.
Days and weeks went by while island life remained pretty much the same. But I could sense the expectations of rescue by the children. For me, I had mixed feelings. After all, what guy wouldn’t like to have constant, mind-numbing sex with cute preteen girls every night of the week? I sort of hoped we wouldn’t ever be rescued, but the kids were so young and deserved to be near their families.
The early morning routine of being awakened by the loud, obnoxious calls of birds and other creatures was suddenly louder than normal. It was as if every animal on the island knew something I didn’t. The distant familiar sound of a helicopter could be heard approaching, inspiring the kids to suddenly shout in unison.
Running at full speed, me, and the rest of the kids scampered up the side of the mountain, waving and hollering at the top of our lungs. The lone helicopter could barely be seen as he landed near the tower, but fueled by desperate hope and urgency, we made headway in record time, finally surprising the pilot and the technician as he was about to finish the repair to the tower.
After telling our story of how we managed to arrive at this island and why I disconnected the tower cable, the pilot radioed our location and important bits of information. A few days later the heartwarming sight of a US Navy ship could be seen closing in while two more helicopters landed on the beach. That same afternoon, we were all aboard the Navy ship, fed, medically cared for and interviewed by an awaiting staff of Coast Guard investigators along with a room full of reporters. Strangely though, the kids still insisted on always keeping me in their sight, as if their rescue wasn’t real.
The saddest experience was when the girls were forced to sleep by themselves, after spending the better part of their childhood sharing a bed with their sexual mates. I missed my little Gabriella and Carmen so much that I managed to slip them secretly into my private cabin one night for a last fuck and taste of their magnificent little preteen bodies.
That night was the most intense sex I ever had. Both girls took turns sucking me off until their tiny mouths were too sore and tired to continue. After resting and sleeping for a short nap, I fucked each one until my sheets were completely saturated with slimy sperm. Then I licked and sucked on each girl’s little pussy until she was satisfied and smiling from ear to ear.
On the third day after our rescue, a large Chinook helicopter landed on the fantail of the ship. It was a sad day for me in a way, but joyful for everyone else. After a few hours of flight we finally landed on an aircraft carrier where another aircraft whisked us away to the San Diego Navy Yard.
It was over! My island paradise adventure was over. My love affair with Gabriella and Carmen was over! But not forgotten!
The good news was that both of my little lovers had the phone number of my sister in California where I would be staying until getting my life back together and rejoining my old career as a Merchant Seaman. The bad news was that I might not hear or see them again after they became reunited with family or relatives.
It’s been ten years since that infamous ordeal. Gabriella calls on occasion to tell me about her new life while asking if I would please come to Greece and visit her. But she’s about nineteen years old now and to tell the truth, I like my women younger. Seven to ten is just about right for my tastes. But if she was suddenly standing here I might take her to bed for old time’s sake.
The pirated ship was finally located and the child sex ring, mostly interrupted. The pirates, I read in the newspapers one day, were captured or killed by the Coast Guard after they tried to overtake a decoy ship. But there would more pirates and more child sex trafficking for sure. Profitable enterprises like that don’t just die and never come back.
I’m still an invited guest at talk shows, but truthfully, I’m tired of recanting the same story because it reminds me so much of my two little angels and their warm, tender little bodies sleeping at my side every night. Now, all I do is jack-off to their memories or on occasion, a downloaded picture from the Internet. Sometimes I visit a certain erotic story website and get-off on stories about child sex. But I have my own story to tell now and it’s real…and it happened!