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Ben finds himself on a deserted island with 4 young girls… what will he do with them?
The engines roared to life with a mechanical yawn, the airplane groaning as it lurched into the sky. The students of Mr. Thompson’s biology class chattered excitedly, their faces glued to the windows. It was a rare treat for them to escape the stale classroom air for a real adventure. The field trip to the tropical island was a much-needed break from the dreary school routine.
Ben, a typical teenager with an atypical appetite, sat in the back row, his heart racing with anticipation. He wasn’t thinking about the exotic flora and fauna they were supposed to study; his mind was elsewhere. His eyes darted between the legs of his classmates, Amelia, Montana, Julia, and Grace, all dressed in their school-approved shorts and t-shirts. He had been crushing on them for what felt like an eternity, but they were always just out of reach in the hallways and classrooms of their suburban school.
As the aircraft climbed higher, Ben’s thoughts grew more vivid. He couldn’t shake the feeling that today was going to be different. He had packed an extra stash of his favorite adult magazines, hoping to sneak in some private time between lessons on the beach. The plane shuddered suddenly, sending a chill down his spine, and he glanced around nervously. The pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom, reassuring everyone that it was just a minor turbulence.
The chatter grew faint as the plane’s nose dipped, and the blue sky outside the window was replaced with the terrifying sight of the ocean rushing up to meet them. Panic gripped the cabin as the pilot’s voice turned to panic. The world outside was a blur, and Ben’s thoughts were no longer filled with fantasy but stark reality. This was no ordinary day.
The impact was deafening, the world around him disintegrating into a chaos of screams and metal tearing apart. He was thrown from his seat, his body weightless and helpless amidst the cacophony of the crash. The plane broke apart around him, plummeting into the sea. Water filled his lungs, cold and unforgiving, and for a moment, he thought this was the end.
But somehow, through sheer luck or some divine intervention, Ben found himself on a beach, coughing up saltwater and gasping for air. The world around him was a dizzying blur, but he pushed himself to his feet, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The plane’s wreckage littered the shore, the once vibrant colors of the aircraft now a sad, lifeless mess against the sand. His classmates were scattered around, some groaning in pain, others eerily still.
Amelia, Montana, Julia, and Grace were huddled together, their faces pale and eyes wide with shock. They looked up as Ben stumbled towards them, relief etched on their features. The island was a stark contrast to their desolate reality—lush greenery and a gentle breeze that whispered through the palm trees, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
In the days that followed, the survivors worked together to build shelter and forage for food. The stark reality of their situation began to sink in. They were stranded, with no sign of rescue in sight. The days grew longer, the nights shorter, and the clothing they had brought with them grew tattered and threadbare.
As they adapted to their new lives, the social norms they once knew began to dissolve. The heat made wearing clothes seem trivial, and before long, they were living in a state of natural freedom, their bodies uncovered and unashamed. The girls’ developing forms were on full display, and Ben couldn’t help but stare.
Amelia, with her blonde hair that seemed to shine in the sun, had a petite frame with small, pert breasts that bounced as she moved. Her stomach was flat, leading down to a tight, hairless pussy that was barely covered by the bottom of her shorts. Montana, the brunette with an ample chest, had breasts that looked like they were painted on by the gods themselves, heavy and round, bouncing slightly as she walked. Julia, with her fiery red hair and fit body, had an ass that could make a saint swear. It was firm and round, the perfect handful, and she had a mischievous glint in her eye that suggested she knew it.
But it was Grace, the youngest and smallest of them all, who really captured Ben’s attention. Her naked body looked as if it had barely entered puberty. Her chest was almost entirely flat, with just the faintest hint of what might one day become breasts. Her butt was small and cute, and she had the kind of figure that made you want to pinch her cheeks and call her “sweetheart.” Despite her size, or perhaps because of it, she had an aura of innocence that was intoxicating. Her skin was like porcelain, unblemished by the harsh realities of the world they had left behind.
Alice, on the other hand, was a nymphomaniac. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back, framing a pair of voluptuous breasts that seemed to defy gravity. They were large and firm, with dark areolas that stood out like the centers of ripe berries. Her body was curvy and soft in all the right places, a stark contrast to the others. The way she carried herself suggested she was no stranger to the power of her sexuality. Even at fifteen, she had a confidence that could make anyone feel inadequate. Her eyes held a hunger that was unmistakable, a hunger that Ben felt acute every time she looked his way.
Their days on the island were filled with the tasks of survival—finding food, building shelter, and learning the ways of their new home. But as the nights grew longer, their hormones grew stronger, and the lines between friendship and desire began to blur. The girls, once shy and reserved, grew more comfortable in their skin, their bodies moving with a newfound grace and allure that was impossible to ignore.
Ben found himself torn between his primal instincts and the guilt of his desires. He knew he could take any of them, and in the isolation of the island, no one would ever know. But he also knew that these girls were his classmates, his friends—his only companions in this tropical hell. The thought of betraying them was almost too much to bear.
One evening, as the sun painted the sky in a warm, pink embrace, they all gathered around the firepit. The crackling of the flames was the only sound that filled the awkward silence. They had all been feeling the tension, the unspoken truth that their situation was far from normal.
“So, Grace,” Montana began, her voice shaking slightly as she broke the silence, “You’re always so…small. How old are you, really?”
Grace looked up, her eyes wide and innocent. She had been dreading this moment, knowing that her lie was bound to come out eventually. With a deep breath, she whispered, “I’m… I’m only eleven.”
The others gasped, their eyes going wide with shock. But instead of disgust or anger, Ben felt a strange thrill run through him. He had always been attracted to younger girls, and now, the object of his desire was sitting right before him, her naked body on full display. He tried to hide his excitement, not wanting to scare the others, but he couldn’t help the way his cock stirred at the revelation.
The group stared at her, unsure of what to say. They had all assumed she was fourteen, like the rest of them. But the truth was undeniable. Amelia was the first to speak up, her voice gentle and understanding. “It’s okay, Grace. We’re all in this together.”
Julia nodded in agreement, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, we’re all family here. Nothing can change that.”
Alice looked at Ben, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “And who says age matters on an island without parents, huh?”
The conversation grew more relaxed after that, the tension dissipating as they realized that they were all just teenagers trying to make sense of their new reality. As they talked and laughed, Ben couldn’t help but sneak glances at Grace, his mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to claim her.
Alice, ever the opportunist, suggested they play a game to pass the time. It was a simple idea, a way to break the monotony of their survival routine and have a little fun. But Ben could see the glint in her eye, the subtle curve of her lips, and he knew she had an ulterior motive. She was hoping, just like he was, that the game would turn into something more… intimate.
“How about we play a game of truth or dare?” Alice said, her eyes flicking over to Ben for a brief moment.
The others looked at each other, a mix of excitement and hesitation. It was a risky choice, especially considering the tension that had been building between them. But it was also an opportunity to explore the boundaries of their newfound freedom.
They agreed, and the game began. The questions started out innocently enough—crushes and embarrassing moments from their past—but with each round, they grew bolder. The dares grew more daring, pushing each of them to reveal more of themselves. And as the night deepened and the stars grew brighter, the air grew thick with sexual tension.
It was Montana’s turn, and she looked at Ben, a smirk playing on her lips. “Truth or dare?”
Ben swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “Dare,” he said, trying to sound cooler than he felt.
Her eyes searched his, and she leaned in, her voice low and seductive. “I dare you to kiss Grace.”
The group fell silent, their eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before them. Grace’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she looked down at the sand, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. The other girls giggled nervously, aware of the implications of the dare.
Ben’s cock stiffened, and due to everyone’s nakedness, it was clear to everyone.
Grace’s eyes grew wide, and she looked up at him, her innocence shimmering in the firelight. “I… I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice quivering.
But the other girls, their own desires now piqued, urged them on. “Do it, Ben,” Amelia said, her voice breathy. “It’s just a dare.”
With trembling hands, Ben reached out and took Grace’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the softness of her cheeks. He leaned in, their eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Then, their lips met, and the dam of their inhibitions broke.
The kiss was gentle at first, almost chaste. But as the seconds ticked by, it grew more intense. fold. Alice’s hand strayed to her own breasts, her eyes never leaving Ben and Grace. Amelia’s pussy grew wet. Julia couldn’t take her eyes off Ben’s dick. Montana was already masterbating at the sight.
Their classmates’ cheers grew louder, egging him on, and soon it was no longer just a dare. It was a challenge that Ben felt compelled to accept. He could feel the heat radiating from Grace’s body, her small frame quivering with both fear and excitement. He knew he should stop, that it was wrong, but the lust that had been simmering inside him for so long was now a raging inferno that demanded to be fed.
“No,” Grace protested weakly, trying to push him away. “I’m too young. Please, Ben.”
Her protests fell on deaf ears. The others were too far gone in their own arousal to care about the age difference. They had all become so desperate for any semblance of intimacy that the thought of denying themselves was unbearable. The desire in their eyes was unmistakable as they watched the scene unfold before them.
Grace twitched. Suddenly, she got up and sprinted away from the group, the sand cold against her bare feet. But her legs were shaky, and she hadn’t even made it to the tree line before Alice tackled her from behind, bringing her down to the ground with surprising force. The other girls followed, their laughter mixing with the sound of their bare skin slapping against each other as they brought her back to the firepit.
Panic surged through Grace’s veins as they held her down, their grips surprisingly firm. “No, please don’t do this!” she begged, her voice trembling. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The girls had become a pack of hungry animals, driven by desires they had never felt before. They didn’t see her as an eleven-year-old girl, but rather a symbol of the taboo they were all dying to explore.
With swift, efficient movements, they used vines to tie Grace’s wrists to the sturdy wooden stakes that had been planted into the sand. She struggled, her lithe body arching against her restraints, but she was no match for their collective strength. They had gone from timid survivors to eager participants in a ritual of desire. The fire danced in their eyes, casting shadows across their naked forms.
Ben’s erection was now fully visible, standing tall and proud as he approached her. His eyes were dark with lust, and the grin on his face was one of pure, unbridled excitement. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was happening. The other girls watched with bated breath, their own bodies reacting to the scene. Amelia’s hand slid between her legs, her eyes locked on Grace’s helpless form. Julia’s nipples had hardened into tight peaks, and Montana’s chest heaved with excitement.
“You know you want this, Grace,” Alice cooed, her voice thick with desire. “We all do. It’s just a game, remember?”
Grace’s eyes searched the faces around her, hoping to find a spark of compassion, a glimpse of sanity. But all she saw was hunger. They had turned on her, her supposed friends, and now she was to be the entertainment for their twisted game.
Ben knelt beside her, his cock just inches from her face. He stroked it gently, the muscles in his arm flexing with each pass. Grace’s heart hammered in her chest, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing it all to be a nightmare. But when she felt the hot, velvety head brush against her cheek, she knew it was all too real.
The girls held her down, their eyes glittering with excitement. The heat from the fire was nothing compared to the heat coming from their bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a heady perfume that seemed to drive Ben wild. He leaned in, and Grace felt the tip of his cock touch her trembling lips.
“Open up,” he whispered, his breath hot and heavy on her skin.
And with a whimper, she did.
The moment Grace’s lips parted, Ben took his chance. He pushed his cock into her mouth, feeling the warm wetness envelop him. She gagged, her eyes shooting open in shock and fear, but the girls held her firmly in place, their grips tightening on her slender wrists. The taste of him was salty and strange, but she had no choice but to accept it as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth.
Her eyes watered, and she choked on his length, her cheeks bulging around his shaft. She could feel the veins pulsing, the heat of his lust as he took what he wanted from her. The girls watched intently, their own hands roaming their bodies, lost in the spectacle of their newfound power. Amelia’s fingers danced over her clit, her hips bucking in silent ecstasy. Julia’s hand slid into her pussy, her moans growing louder as she watched Ben claim their youngest member.
Montana’s eyes never left Ben’s face, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable. She wanted him too, and she would have her turn. But for now, she reveled in the control they had over the situation, the power of their sexuality laid bare.
Alice leaned over, her large breasts swaying as she whispered in Grace’s ear, “You’re going to take it like a good little slut, aren’t you?” The words sent a shiver down Grace’s spine, a mix of revulsion and an unwanted thrill. She felt her body betraying her, a trickle of wetness seeping from her pussy despite her fear.
The sound of his grunts filled the night air, punctuated by the slap of his hips against Grace’s face. She could feel his cock growing thicker, his movements growing more erratic. The pressure built in her own body, a coil of tension that she didn’t understand.
And then, with a final, triumphant groan, he came. His cum shot into her mouth, filling it to the brim. She choked, trying to pull away, but Alice’s hand held her still, forcing her to swallow. The taste was bitter, and she gagged, but she knew better than to disobey.
As Ben pulled back, panting and smiling, the other girls leaned in, licking the last traces of him from her face and sharing in his victory. Grace’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and a strange, pulsing need she had never felt before. Her body was responding to their touch, and she couldn’t stop it.
bodies to satisfy their every whim. The rules of the civilized world no longer applied, and they reveled in the freedom that came with it.
As the sun rose, casting its golden light over the sands, Ben couldn’t help but wonder what new adventures, what new dares, this paradise would bring. He knew that he would take everything this island had to offer, no matter the cost.
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