Island of Joys, Chapter 9

  • Posted on August 9, 2017 at 5:28 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Time passed again as the family managed to enjoy the life they’d made for themselves. Laura and Amanda were inseparable. They weren’t identical, but nearly so, with dark hair and eyes. The biggest difference between them was that Laura was slightly taller and her nose a bit narrower. Other than that, most people would have considered them identical. MJ looked much like them, but his face was not as narrow. He had a much more masculine look.

By the time the triplets turned eight, they were very experienced in the ways of sex. They had technically lost their virginity to their brother when they were seven, though he was too small to actually tear their hymens. At eight he could not get them pregnant, of course, so nobody worried about that.

The two girls, though, were always doing something sexual, much like their older sisters. Susan and Karen loved to watch the little ones get involved with each other. By now, Karen was seventeen, and Susan was nineteen. Their bodies had matured into lovely young women. The constant activity and low-fat diet that surviving on the island required kept them in shape, with nearly no body fat at all. They frequently had sex with their siblings, as well as each other, and one night a week was what their mothers had termed “orgy night,” in which everyone would engage in sex with each other. It was all great fun.

The work and diet had likewise kept Beverly and Sharon in great shape. Beverly was now thirty-five, and Sharon was thirty-seven. Still, they had always looked younger than their age, and this held true now. Both women could easily have passed for thirty or thirty-one.

The two women often sat and watched their children making love. They especially enjoyed watching their older daughters with the two little girls. Susan and Karen would spend all day with them if they could, but chores had to be done. Many a night, either Sharon or Beverly would awaken to find anywhere from two to all four of the girls involved in sex. Daisy chains were their favorite form of fun.

One night, Laura woke Amanda, tapping her high up on her leg near her pussy. The eight-year-old girls whispered together and sneaked out of the hut where the family slept. They ventured to the water and sat on a bed of straw.

“I love you,” Laura said.

“I love you, too,” said Amanda. Her sister leaned in for a kiss, and their mouths met. They were happy with their lives. Sex was plentiful and satisfying, but most of all, they felt in love with each other. They were only eight, so a complete understanding of love was not yet fully developed, but they were as close to actually being in love as any eight-year-olds in the world.

The girls felt their hearts pound as they kissed. They could feel the familiar swelling of their small pussies, and the light coating of lubricating fluids seeping to the surface moistened their lower lips. They leaned back from their kiss and stared into each other’s dark eyes. The glow of the moon that shimmered off the water lit their faces. Their smiles encouraged the other, telling each other how much they loved and desired one another.

“Do you wanna sixty-nine?” Amanda asked.

“Later.”

“Then what do you wanna do?”

“I wanna marry you,” Laura said.

“I wanna marry you, too,” said Amanda.

“Then let’s do it,” Laura said, and stood up. “We can do it right here, right now.”

Amanda stood beside her sister and stared into the face that was so much like her own. It felt as if she were marrying herself. She loved Laura a thousand times more than she loved anyone else, including her moms, brother, and other sisters. Sure, she loved them, but it was nothing compared to how she felt about Laura. She adored the other members of her family.

But she was totally devoted to Laura. And she knew Laura was totally devoted to her.

“Amanda,” Laura said, taking her sister’s hands in her own, “I love and adore you, and with the moon and ocean as our witnesses, I take you for my wife.”

Amanda giggled when Laura was done, then said, “Laura, I also love and adore you, and with the moon and ocean and the sand and the stars and the trees and bushes as our witnesses, I take you for my wife, too.”

“Okay,” Laura said. “Now we’re married. We can’t ever marry anyone else. Deal?”

“Deal!” said Amanda and the girls kissed, their tongues exploring. Then they lay on the carpeting of straw and reached for each other’s sex. They began playing their fingers in the moist lips, tweaking clits and enjoying the moment.

“That was so cool!” This was hissed from nearby. Karen came out from the shadows and sat down beside her little sisters. “So you two are married now, huh?” she said.

“Karen! We wanted to be alone!” Laura said.

“I’m sorry. But the way you two sneaked out of the hut made me wonder where you were going and why it seemed to be such a secret. I had no idea you two wanted to marry each other. I think that’s great!”

“Well, now we want to be alone to enjoy our honeymoon!” said Amanda.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll leave. I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you two, that’s all.”

Karen stood up and started back toward the hut. Her sisters watched her go, but Laura started to feel bad. Karen had only wanted to congratulate them, after all.

“Karen!” she called, though not loud enough for anyone in the hut to hear.

“What?” Karen said, turning back to the girls.

“We’re sorry. If you wanna stay and watch, you can,” Laura said.

Karen grinned and returned to the bed of straw. “Okay!”

The girls turned back to each other, this time aware of their audience. All was still. They pulled each other into an embrace, and their hands began to explore the flesh they were so familiar with. Fingers massaged clits as the girls reached between their bodies and found the tiny buttons of pleasure. They continued to kiss, tongues wrestling each other playfully.

Soft sighs of pleasure could be heard above the gentle sounds of the nearly still surf. Tiny moans sprinkled the night air.

Karen couldn’t help herself, of course. Watching her sisters make love always caused her labia to swell and moisten. Now, she had a veritable flood leaking from her pussy. She’d noticed as she grew older that more and more wetness would spill from her vagina when she became excited and the need for an orgasm seemed to rule her world. Now, she watched Laura and Amanda on what the two little girls considered their wedding night.

The little ones began to hump each other’s leg before disengaging and moving into a position to lick the other’s pussy. Soon, they were in the classic sixty-nine position, faces buried in the other’s crotch as their tongues sought to bring an orgasm.

Karen began pushing two fingers of her right hand into her own pussy, while her left hand rubbed her stiff clit. Her right pinky finger managed to reach under and massage her butt hole, teasing the puckered rosebud as her first orgasm of the night approached. It wouldn’t be her first orgasm of the day, of course. Susan had made sure of that as the sun moved low in the sky. This promised to be a massive come, though. The only thing that could make it better was if either of her mothers or Susan were now licking her between her legs the way the two eight-year-olds were now doing to each other.

She supposed MJ could do it as well — he’d done it before — but she enjoyed her mothers or sisters much more. Sometimes, she felt sorry for her brother. Often, he had nothing but his own hands since the women and girls were so often involved with each other.

Laura and Amanda were getting close to their own orgasms. Their squeals and panting were evidence enough of that. Karen wanted to come with one of her baby sisters, maybe both of them if they came together themselves, which was something that happened a lot. She hoped it would occur this time, especially since this was the first time they’d made love since their cute, private marriage ceremony.

Mmmm… Mmmmm… MMMMMMMM!!” Laura squealed, her voice muffled by her sister’s pussy. Her hips began to buck as she came.

This triggered Amanda’s climax as well. A guttural series of grunts echoed from between Laura’s thighs as the orgasm hit her with force. The girls may have been only eight, but they were so experienced in orgasms, they enjoyed much more intense orgasms than most eight-year-olds.

Amanda felt her pussy throbbing as the climax seized her. She relished her first orgasm as Laura’s wife as wave after wave of tremors and shivers plunged through her body. She could feel Laura coming, her own body shaking with the intensity of the climax.

As soon as the little girls started coming, Karen’s body gave way to her own peak. She felt the jolts of the contractions caused by her orgasm cascade throughout her body, making her tremble and moan with lust. She could feel her clit spasming with each wave.

When their orgasms had subsided, Karen looked down at her sisters. The moonlight caressed the little girls’ bodies, and Karen noticed splotches of wetness on them. She had felt something she’d never felt before when she’d been reaching her orgasm, and it seemed to involve what she was seeing on her sisters’ bodies.

She reached down to touch the spots and her fingers came away with what felt like pussy juice on them. Lots of pussy juice. She knelt down and inspected these dollops of goo, and after sniffing them, determined it was pussy juice.

“Did you pee on us?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Karen answered, unsure what exactly she had done.

“Right when you were coming, I felt something splash on me, and I looked up at you. Your pussy was gushing. Are you sure it’s not pee?” Amanda said. She didn’t mind if her sister had peed on them, actually. She and Laura had played pee games before. She just wanted to know if that was what happened since Karen had never seemed interested in pee games herself.

Karen lifted a large drop of the moisture from Amanda’s hip with her finger and held it to Amanda’s nose. “Does it smell like pee?” she asked.

“No,” Amanda said.

“Let me smell,” Laura said, and leaned close to Karen’s hand. She sniffed. “It smells like your pussy,” she said.

“Pee smells different,” Amanda added.

“Did you pee pussy juice or something?” Laura asked.

“I’m not sure,” Karen said. “I don’t recall feeling anything like how it feels when I pee. I felt something sort of gushing from my pussy, though. It felt strange, as if I were peeing on my hand, but I wasn’t peeing.”

“Are you making this up?” Amanda asked.

“No! Honestly!” Karen insisted. “I have no idea what happened.” Then she giggled. “But it felt GREAT!”

She reached down again and took another smear of what looked and smelled like pussy juice onto her fingers and stuck it into her mouth. “Tastes like pussy juice, too.”

“Let me try it,” Amanda said, and Karen got more on her finger and fed it to Amanda, sticking her finger into her sister’s mouth. “Mmmm!” Amanda said. “It’s delicious!”

“Me too!” said Laura and soon she was savoring the taste of pussy juice that had apparently squirted from her older sister. Next, the girls all took turns licking the cream off each other, with Karen helping.

This, of course, led to another round of sex, with the three girls getting into a daisy chain. Karen’s pussy didn’t squirt her juices this time when she came, but it still felt wonderful.

They got up from the mat on the beach and went back into the hut when they’d finished making love.

“We’ll have to tell everyone about your little ceremony,” Karen said.

“Okay,” the girls said in unison and grinned at each other. The truth was they could hardly wait until everyone knew.

“And we need to ask about you squirting from your pussy, too,” Amanda said.

“Yes, I hope someone knows what happened.” Then she thought about it. “And I hope it happens again!”

The girls entered the hut silently and lay back down on their beds of straw. Soon, they were asleep.

Susan watched in silence as her sisters returned to bed. She’d awoken earlier and found returning to sleep difficult. Something seemed out of place, and then she realized what it was. Her sisters were not on their sleeping mats. Only she and her mothers were in the hut. Karen, Laura, and Amanda were not there.

She wondered where they were, but of course she knew. Something had roused them as well, and they had gone outside to take care of the itch that had certainly come upon them. They were outside somewhere, probably down at the shoreline on the mat they kept there for just such a purpose, making love.

Susan had arisen and stealthily left the hut, heading for the sex mat, as they liked to call it.

She froze before getting there, however. Karen was there in the darkness, silhouetted against the glow of moonlight that danced on the ocean’s calm surface. She was watching the two younger girls on the sex mat, one hand pressed against a palm tree to steady herself, and the other occupied at her own center.

Susan could also see her younger sisters on the sex mat. They were kissing and fondling each other, oblivious to being watched.

Then Karen moved toward them, apparently choosing to come out of hiding in an effort to join the two little ones in their lovemaking. Susan crept to where Karen had been and stood there, listening to the low moans and conversation that took place. What she heard delighted her and made her smile with love for her littlest sisters. They had apparently exchanged marriage vows. Susan thought how cute that was and continued to watch and listen.

Soon, the younger girls were back at each other, and Karen was watching, continuing to masturbate. Susan considered joining them, but decided against it. Instead, she satisfied herself and went back to the hut when it became apparent the girls were finished. She couldn’t hear the conversation that followed their orgasms anyway, their voices growing softer after the excitement had been quenched inside them.

A few minutes later, she saw them return to lie down on their mats and go to sleep. Susan brought herself off one more time to the memories of what she’d witnessed before finally going back to sleep herself.

The next morning, the two youngest girls wore impish smiles that said they had a secret to share. Susan knew what the secret was, of course, but she remained silent.

“We got something to tell everyone,” Laura began as they ate their breakfast of fruit and coconut, washing it down with fresh-squeezed orange juice from the nearby orange trees.

“What?” Beverly said.

“We got married last night!” exclaimed Amanda, unable to wait a second longer.

“Married?” said Sharon, smiling.

“Yeah,” Laura said. “We went out to the sex mat and said marriage vows. We’re married now, just like you and Mama Beverly.”

The women smiled at each other at how darling they considered this to be. The thought occurred to them that this marriage would not be recognized beyond their island, but they had long ago decided they would make their own laws here, such as how incest was not taboo or illegal. Of course, the girls were free to change their minds eventually, but the women did not think that would happen. It seemed natural they should be married.

“There is one other thing,” Karen said. “It’s not about the girls getting married to each other. It has to do with something else that happened last night.”

“What is it?” Beverly asked.

“Well, I saw the girls leave the hut and was wondering where they were going, so I followed them. I witnessed their little ceremony and watched as they began to make love.”

“That’s nice,” Beverly said, wondering what it was that Karen was going to tell them since this had to do with the marriage, which her daughter had said was not the topic.

“Well, I ended up joining them later.”

“I already knew that,” Susan confessed.

“You did?” Karen asked, momentarily pushed off her topic, or question, rather.

“Yeah. I woke up and saw you three were gone and went looking for you. I saw you watching them and kept watching after you joined them for sex.”

“And what did you do while you were watching us?” Amanda asked, giggling.

“I think you know,” Susan said, laughing with her.

“But what did you want to tell us?” Beverly asked Karen, curious about where her daughter had been going with her confession.

“Well, when the girls were having sex, I was playing with myself. Then something odd happened.”

“What?” Sharon asked, just as anxious as Beverly was that Karen get to the point.

“When I came, I… well… I sort of squirted pussy juice on them.”

“You squirted?” Beverly asked.

“Yeah, it was like I came and pussy juice sort of gushed out of me and on them.”

“It wasn’t pee, Mommy! Honest!” Laura said.

“No, I know it wasn’t,” Beverly said.

“What was it?” asked Karen. “It made me feel kind of strange that I did that.”

“You’re a squirter,” said Sharon.

“A squirter?” Karen asked.

“Yes,” Sharon said. “Some women can come so hard they squirt pussy juice out of their vaginas. Evidently, you’re lucky enough to come that hard.”

“Really?” Susan said. “You actually squirted stuff out of your pussy?”

“Wow!” Laura said. “You must have come really hard!”

“I did,” Karen said, grinning. Now instead of feeling strange, she felt special. None of the rest of them could climax like that.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Beverly said. “I’ve always wished I could orgasm like that.”

The family continued their breakfast, and Karen secretly planned to give a demonstration to the rest of the family later that day. She figured it would be a lot of fun for everyone.

Chapter 10 is coming soon!

10 Comments on Island of Joys, Chapter 9

  1. kim says:

    beautiful chapter. worth the wait. Oh to watch two, eight year old girls, on their wedding night, sigh.

  2. Drod says:

    Lovely. I could still do without the boy, though. But, that is the last I’ll say about that, I promise.

  3. Amanda Lynn says:

    I agree with Kim. I would love to have been sitting under a palm tree watching this scene.

  4. JetBoy says:

    Every few chapters, I have to leave a comment to reiterate what a pleasure this story has been to read, and, er… to meditate to.

    Have to admit that I’ve got no idea at all where Cheryl plans to take it (Naughty Mommy and I prefer to be surprised), but I’ve no doubt that the ending will be a humdinger!

  5. Cheryl says:

    Thank you all! And to be honest, I have only a vague idea where this will go myself! Can’t wait to find out. :)

  6. Misty Meadow says:

    I only ever knew one squirter. We were both very young. She thought she was losing control of her bladder when she came, and I didn’t know any better. I didn’t mind that she was “peeing” on me, in fact I loved it. It was a guarantee that she wasn’t faking her orgasms. We made love with a towel under us. Alas, she went back to a former girlfriend and we lost touch. I remember her with great fondness. Nice work, Cheryl.

  7. CaptainMidnight says:

    What I meant to say in an earlier comment was that this could also be the setting for a non-sexual story on how to create a matriarchal world and build a new society from scratch. It would have to be a fantasy story and you could never have any men land on the island because we know what would happen then. If it were a story like that, you could talk about the boy more and how he would grow up. But, like I said, it would have to be non-sexual and take a very different approach. Still, it would be an interesting topic.

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