1. The Island, Chapter 9


    Date: 3/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 90.3, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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