Phil's Site

Caution. This story contains sex involving very young girls. If that is not you cup of tea I suggest you leave.

Every June we took the flight out of LA to Samoa. From there we took a sea plane to one of the South Sea Islands and finally a ship, more the size of a boat, to our destination. They say there are twenty thousand South Sea Islands. I have no idea which one we were on, all I know is that the resort is the only thing on the small island.

Daddy had pre-registered us as usual and we were greeted formally by the hotel staff."Welcome back Mr. and Mrs. Cook and how is Glenda?"

"I am fine, thank you, and looking forward to a great summer," I replied.

Over the registration desk was a wood carved sign with their motto,"Go Native."

We went to the locker room, disrobed and locked our possessions up for the duration of our stay. All the guests were completely naked. Our hut number was twenty-two, a straw and mud structure with a thatched roof that always reminded me of the song lyrics,"Going back to my little grass shack..." I was going back, it was my twelfth visit.

We went native for approximately ten weeks every year beginning right after I got out of school and ending just before I had to return. What with transportation there and back plus our lodging I know it was very expensive. Mom and dad saved all year so we could vacation there. It was very primitive. Mom cooked on a wood fire outside the shack and daddy hunted for game with bow and arrows, or fished with a bamboo pole for our supper. There was a well tended garden where we could pick our vegetables. Or we could cheat when dad didn't bring home any food. There was a four star restaurant and a supermarket there for our use. I spent a lot of time helping mom as much as I could, but spent an equal amount of time playing with my friends in the jungle or in the surf. There was little furniture in the shacks, we slept on hammocks and sat cross legged around a low table to eat with our fingers. Like I said, it was about as primitive as it could get.

Last year was the start of my puberty. For the first time I had nipple buds. I think spending my summers naked helped me accept the changes happening to my body. I saw older kids go through the same changes and learned that it was completely natural. To listen to some of the girls back at school they thought the end of the world was coming, what fruitcakes.

This year I have proper little breasts and if I didn't shave it off I would have had a patch of pubic hair on my pubic mons. All the women here shave their mons. Mom says it is to discourage the sand fleas from making a home there. Wink! Wink! We all knew men like looking at the real thing not blocked by hair. This brings me to a discussion I had with dad on our way out. In essence he told me I was old enough to make up my mind whether or not to have sexual intercourse, and I was not to let anybody force me into it. Although I don't think anyone on the island would; we are all respectful of one another. The thing is, we all read Margaret Mead and understand that the morals back home didn't apply on the island. I started kissing my father's penis the day I found out I could curry favors that way. I bet every girl on the island did that from the time she was two-years-old. It is not shameful in any way. Sex is considered a part of everyday life as natural as eating or sleeping.

In the hut my daddy gave me a pat on the butt and said,"My little girl is growing up quickly." That was the first time he saw me naked since the previous August when all I had were swollen nipples. It gave me a nice warm feeling inside me, I always liked those intimate little butt pats he gave me on the island.

He unpacked his bow and arrows and announced he was going hunting.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked my mother.

"No, dear, I think I'll go around and see who is here so far. Why don't you see if your friends arrived?"

Off I went. I truly enjoy going native and like the freedom from clothes. I like how the nudity inspires the sex. I also like the warmth of the sun on my whole body

There are thirty huts all together, some larger than others for large families. It was still pretty early in June and the resort was just starting to fill up. I watched a group of boys playing stick ball. I didn't see any of my girlfriends yet. I ran into Jerry. He is several years older than me and someone I like a lot."Wow," he said,"Look at you."

I pushed out my chest and asked,"You like?"

"Oh, I definitely like. They look good on you."

"Do you want to go to the beach and fool around for a while?"

"Sure. Will you let me suck on them?"

"Why not? That is what they are there for, but only if you let me suck on yours."

He knew what I meant and gave me a big grin as he held out his hand for me to take. It wouldn't be the first time I sucked his cock, nor would it be the last. I liked cum juice just as much as any girl on the island.

The sun was bright and the sand was warm. I lay on my back and Jerry lay on his side next to me. Surprise, surprise, his hard cock was right at my fingertips. When I mentioned he was older, I meant by eight years. He always did like robbing the cradle, as they say. While he wasn't my steady; I really didn't have a steady, he was one I won't mind giving my cherry to. He has always gone only as far as I let him; maybe I would let him go all the way. It was something to think about. It would not be in the sand under the sun. It would have to be somewhere romantic with moonlight and music.

He kissed my lips, my nose and my cheeks. He was a very good kisser. His hand cupped my breast and slowly massaged it. He kissed down to the other breast. I let him suck and get my nipple nice and puffed up. I slid his hand down to between my legs. His hand flirted up and down my pussy lips before diving in.

"You always did get wet quickly. You were what, eight years old the first time I fingered you? And you got wet then too."

"Just don't get any sand in there." I cautioned.

"You know me better than that. I hate it when I end up licking sand out of a girl's pussy. If you're in a hurry we can do 'around the world' now or fool around more."

"I got all afternoon."

"Great, so do I."

I love being licked by Jerry. He has a tongue like that guy in Kiss; it reaches down to the end of his chin, or up to my G spot when he wants too. While I never have had intercourse, I have had so many things, fingers, tongues, and toys shoved into my vagina that I no longer have a hymen. It disappeared years ago. It never served a useful purpose anyway. It is not like my daddy is going to sell me and needs the official seal over the box to prove purity.

We ended up with Jerry eating at the Y while I deep six'd his cock down my throat. I have no gag reflex, which Jerry loves. Even though there is an eight year difference in age I truly think we were made for each other since we are so compatible.

On the way back to the hut I met May. She took one look at me and knew I just had an orgasm."It was Jerry," I confessed.

"I hope you saved some of him for me."

"With Jerry there is always enough to go around, although I saw him flirting with your seven-year-old sister."

"That bastard better not."

"Just kidding, just kidding. Anyway, what difference does it make if he does lick her pretty pussy?"

"I would be jealous is all. I am sure she would enjoy it."

"Can you think of anyone better to break a new girl in?"

"You got that right, girl. I think I will introduce the two."

"Let me know when. I want to watch her have her first male induced orgasm."

I went back to the hut. My mother told me I had cum breath. I told her why. That is what I like about the island; there are no secrets between me and my parents.

"You like Jerry a lot, don't you?"

"I guess I do."

"Why don't you invite him to spend the night?"

"I am not quite ready for that, although I have though a lot about it."

"Well if not him I know your father won't mind."

"I would like that." I enjoy sleeping with my dad. We fool around with each other a lot and we both believe that as long as it doesn't involve intercourse it isn't incest. I know that on the island mom will have no problem finding another partner to sleep with, so there is no guilt on my part for stealing her husband. Sleeping with my dad just oozes love all over the place for me. We only do it on the island, at home we are straight shooters.

My dad brought home a native sea gull he shot with his bow and arrow. Mom and I plucked, disemboweled, and boiled it for supper along with potatoes that we dug up from the garden. In the early evening a couple came over who we knew and they and my parents talked into the night. I was an obedient daughter, sat and listened to their conversation in silence. When they left my mother went with them to spend the night so I could spend the night with my dad. I won't go into detail of all we did to each other, but I will say that my father's cock fits the most comfortable in my mouth of all the men and boys that I have sucked. And, oh yes, I did have a second tongue induced orgasm of the day.

I am twelve-years-old, and going into seventh grade. I stand five-foot-four and weigh ninety pounds soaking wet. I have bountiful dark brown hair that hangs just below my shoulders and matching dark brown eyes. I have a cute nose if I do say so myself, full lips and am blessed with straight white teeth. My breasts are small but have already grown to the rounded stage and the nipples too are smallish but a nice light brown color with pink centers. My waist is starting to slim down and my hips are flaring out. My slit looks like a thick line drawn in with a heavy duty felt tipped pen from the center of my mons and down between my legs. My buttocks are a bit on the broad side, just like my mom. I have spent every summer on the island and my mom claims I was conceived there, which makes sense if one counts back nine months from my April birth.

By the following Sunday the huts were pretty well filled up and my island friends, as I like to think of them, had arrived. A few were missing and a few new ones were added, which is usually the case every year. All my friends were about the same age, all recently had started puberty in the last couple of years, and all had raging hormones, so the main topic of discussion was sex and what we were going to do. I still had not made up my mind if I was going to have intercourse. That seemed like a giant leap forward. Of course all the boys with their cocks sticking out like flag poles were trying to talk me into it. The island was not a good place for a meaningful relationship. Face it, we see the guys for ten weeks then have to wait for forty-two weeks to see them again, so we keep everything casual: or try to. There is always someone who falls head over heels for someone else. My only preferences are that some guys are better lovers then others, but I still tend to spread my legs for all who are interested to do it on my terms.

We had sea turtle soup. In general conversation I told my parents how it seemed that men were staring at me.

"Of course they are," my dad said."You're at that delightful stage of just entering womanhood when you're a most desirable creature."

I have to admit I walked a bit taller and push my chest out a bit more when I was around the older men. I thought how great it would be to have sex with more mature men, men with big dicks. I was sure they wouldn't be interested in a girl who didn't go all the way, so if I wanted older men I would have to take the giant leap forward and lose my virginity.

After lunch my dad taught me a new game. He had me bend at the waist and hold my ankles. He stuck his greased thumb into my anus, and then had me stand up. He taught me that when he put pressure on the top of my anus he wanted me to go forward, down meant to stop. Pressure to the left meant to turn left and to the right meant a right turn. I found it deliciously perverse to be lead around that way and we spent most of the afternoon playing the game. He did the completely unexpected. He steered me to the resort center where they kept the grass mowed. It was a favorite spot for people to meet and talk. We walked through the crowd with his thumb clearly up my butt. We even stopped and dad talked to some of his friends. I felt flush, my heart was pounding a mile a minute, and I was happy and proud to be shown off like that.

That evening we kids met in a jungle clearing that we called our own. A new kid joined us, a fifteen-year-old with red hair, freckles all over his body and a thick dick. We decided to initiate him into our group. I sat on his face while Amy sucked his cock. He wasn't too bad in the licking department, needed practice is all. I was sure he would get plenty of that over the summer.

Later I told May my master plan and asked her if she thought June, her seven-year-old sister would be interested.

"I am sure she would. I'll ask her for you."

I sought out Jerry and told him what I had planned. He was all for it, especially when I told him a completely inexperienced seven-year-old would be there for his pleasure.

Next I asked my parents to find somewhere else to spend the next night. Lastly, the next day I went to the front desk and asked to borrow a battery run CD player. He told me a CD player was unauthorized in the resort. After I told him what it was for he relented, telling me it was for just this once for the special occasion. He helped me pick out appropriate music, somebody called Yanni.

June came over early, chomping at the bit to get started. To pass the time, I showed her the new game daddy taught me, with my thumb up her ass. June loved the game as much as I did and we played it until Jerry arrived. I knew Jerry would love June, she is so deliciously innocent looking with her delightful, little, button size nipples and a belly that swelled out before flowing into her mons. She had just the right amount of awe look in her eyes when she stared at his erect penis. It was long and thin, the only one thin enough to slide down my throat. I had June lie on the ground with her knees up and spread wide. Jerry knelt on hands and knees over her. He was already panting just looking at her little pink garden of paradise. Then his tongue made contact with long laps and June squealed with delight. I saw her reach up and start pulling on his erection. I busied myself with getting the CD playing with one eye on the two of them. Just watching him tongue her sex was getting me all hot and bothered. I felt like a voyeur. Her face was all hot and pink. She tried to pull his cock to her mouth, but she was too small. Her hips stated grinding away and she spread her legs still wider apart. When she climaxed she screamed and her legs wrapped around his head, gluing his face to her cunny, then she collapsed in utter exhaustion.

After she had a few minutes to recuperate, I took her place on the ground. Like her I spread my knees and opened my pussy lips."Come on," I said."You remember the price to play." I told it to her, not to him. She came over, laid down on my stomach with her head between my legs. It was interesting that with no one preaching their brand of good and evil almost all of us were bisexual. To help her make her way, I gently pushed the back of her head toward my passion pit. She understood and started licking. I whispered what I wanted her to do and how to do it. She was a great student, sucking up my pussy juice like a pro.

I grasped her ankles and pulled her up my body until her pussy was in my face. She had the rich, pleasant, prepubescent smell only little girls have. I buried my face in her small, fat pussy. I licked her sweet zesty tasting nectar. She squirmed, rubbing my cheeks into more of her succulent pussy. Her tongue licked and probed my innie. Her fingers danced in my pleasure pit. My hands slid up her hips, over the hillocks of her butt and down into the valley. She relaxed her anus so two of my fingers slid easily in. She was a seven-year-old minx. I could have spent all day there sucking and probing if it weren't for my pussy crying out for more attention. I reluctantly pushed her body back down my tummy.

She obviously knew what a clit was and how it worked because she sent me into ecstasy with her bites and nibbles.

I was so hot that Jerry could have rammed his seven inches in me immediately, but he was a gentleman and started where June left off. Someday I want to write an ode in praise of his tongue. He not only licked up my sloppy wet vulva he rimmed me. For those of you who don't know what rimming means it is playing with the anus using the tongue. That made the second time in two days that my pink pucker became the center of sexual attention and I loved it.

"Do you want your titties sucked?" he asked.

"Oh god, yes."

He sucked so hard on them I thought for sure they would start producing milk. When he was done the nipples stuck out like a couple of Tin man's hats from "The Wizard of Oz". I never saw them so big. He took my place on the ground with that cock of his telling me it was time to cross the Rubicon and jump on. I did, well not exactly jump on but slowly sunk my vagina onto his penis. I took a look at June and her mouth was gaped open and her eyes were as big as saucers. I bet mine were too as his cock found a home. He wasn't finished, instead of nothing but pure sex he became romantic, sitting up and kissing my face, eyes, ears, and neck. He guided me slowly, oh so slowly up and down his cock then increasing the tempo, faster and faster, until I couldn't take it anymore and screamed out my orgasm. I was sure the whole compound heard me.

Afterward, lying side by side by side with June joining us he said,"I hope you liked it as much as I did."

The funny part was both June and I saying in unison,"Oh god, yes."

When he was ready to leave I did something I never done before, I kissed him gently on the lips and thanked him, then asked if I was going to see him again, soon.

When my parents came back I told them all about my night with Jerry and June."I'm in love." I announced."I want to marry Jerry." By island rules I could temporarily marry him when I turned thirteen. The marriage was only good for our stay on the island, but I told myself that would be enough.

"I am sure what you feel is a deep infatuation. Sometimes a strong sexual attachment can be mistaken for love. You think about it over the winter and see if you feel the same next summer."

I was sure I was in love. I was sure I would feel the same next summer. I looked forward to us having our own hut and having sex five times a day. Before I could think about next year I had nine more weeks of this year and I didn't want to waste one minute of it.

The next morning I went to the water falls with soap and razor in hand. As I washed and shaved I formulated my plan. I was going to go to Jerry, get down on my knees, kiss his toes, kiss his cock, profess my undying love for him, and tell him he can do anything, anything at all with me if he would take me as his love slave. I knew it was a long shot, why choose me when every girl on the island was throwing themselves at him?

I went back to the hut and spritzed on some of my mother's citrus cologne. As I was leaving for Jerry's hut June startled me. She dropped to her knees in front of me, kissed my feet and then planted a kiss on my mons."Please let me be your love slave. I will do anything, anything you ask." She pulled the same stunt on me that I had planned for Jerry. I looked down at her sweet eager face, remembered how good she smelled and tasted, and how ardent her ministrations were the night before. What to do, what to do? Do I take what is offered on a silver platter, or face possible rejection of what I want?

Is a bird in the hand really worth two in the bush?

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