Paradise Island, Chapter 1

by Pulsar

--- July, 1945 ---

U.S. naval forces had nearly crushed the might of the Japanese empire to rule the Pacific. Yet at what cost? Many seamen lie dying in hospital beds in Guam, hoping their families could see them one more time before their deaths. One plane carrying a solemn seaman’s young daughter did not complete the journey. This is her story…

“Mayday! Mayday! DC-3 going down!” cried the co-pilot into the radio while the pilot struggled with the controls. He looked outside to see the starboard engine belching fire and smoke. The 18 cylinder radial burned as they circled about a peanut-shaped island below in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Now be it random chance or the act of a benevolent God, I will leave it to your opinion dear reader, but fortunately the engine failure occurred within the vicinity of an uncharted island where the pilots could attempt to glide the plane in safely.

And so they circled the five-by-two mile island as they descended from 25,000 feet. There was no sign of any civilization whatsoever. Just two volcanic sea mounts that jutted out of the vast ocean, all covered in thick green flora and connected by a narrower land bridge in the middle. The island lay surrounded by a ring of fringing coral reefs, leaving a shallow lagoon between the rocks and the beach in which to ditch the aircraft. But as the angry sea drew closer as they lost altitude, the heat from the burning engine took its toll. Control cables snapped and electrical wiring melted and shorted out. Hydraulic pumps failed, followed by the avionics. Then came the inevitable.

CRASH! SPLASH! BOOM!

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Beneath the hot afternoon tropical sun, the life raft bobbed up and down in the pristine waters between the rocky reefs and the sandy beach. Of all the passengers onboard, only three survived the crash… all three of them mere children. Eight-year-old Courtney sat in a fetal position in the middle of the raft in dire shock of the traumatic experience that killed her mother. Her summer dress had torn during the escape and she had lost her little hat in which to shade her eyes. All she had with her was her older brother Thad of eleven years who struggled with a paddle against the sea swells as he rowed toward shore. The third survivor worked the other paddle to aid Thad. Sarah was a white-glove-wearing, prim-and-proper English girl of thirteen who’s mother was a nurse en route to staff a Navy hospital. Yet now she found the tropical sun quite hot on her fair European complexion. Her short summer dress did nothing to protect her long slender white legs from the sun’s cruel rays. But the two American siblings fared much better with their adaptive suntans.

And so their strenuous voyage toward the beach had nearly ended when Thad spied something large and shadowy in the crystal-blue water. “Holy shit! A shark!” he cried out.

In reply, the two girls gasped. “Watch your language you little shit!” scolded Sarah in her beautiful English dialect.

But Thad only chuckled. “Now you did it too!”

Sarah instantly covered her mouth with sudden chagrin. “I did not!” she denied. “It was a mere slip of me tongue, you provincial Yank!”

“I ain’t no Yank! I’m from Texas!” chuckled Thad. “Are all you pretty lil’ English girls that uppity?”

“Oh, pipe down and keep rowing!” ordered Sarah.

Alas poor Thad! For the entire flight from Hawaii bound for Guam, he had made every attempt to woo her. Her slender legs left exposed by her short summer dress had tormented his eyes all throughout the flight. The wary Saxon tart in turn had taunted and spurned him while they were airborne, for she seemed more interested in being a friend to his little sister Courtney who had grown to admire her. For much of the airborne trip, she had held young Courtney on her lap, treating her like the little sister she never had. But now, That’s heart ached more than ever as he sought to be the brave male of this survival party. But once they reached the pristine shallows, he sat the paddle down and rolled up his short pants to ‘Daisy Duke’ length in hopes to keep them dry. And thus he stepped into the water which still came up to his belt.

Sarah did stare at his hairless suntanned legs, yet she found them to be boy’s legs and not that of an able-bodied man. Yet his toned leg muscles flexed hard as he pulled to ground the raft with his body weight. Finally, she spared him an approving smile. “Oh Thaaadeuuuus!” she sang out in a beckoning manner with her accent and teasing smile. “I must say you DO have one redeeming quality! You’ve got very pretty legs! Short trousers are very becoming on you!” As such, he blushed a bright crimson as both Sarah and his little sister broke into giggles. “Aw, the poor bloke’s embarrassed!” said Sarah with a sweet voice. “Not to worry! You’ll get your chance to be a brave little man for us!” And with that, she stepped into the knee-deep water and assisted Courtney to land. “I suggest you’ll do our hunting, will you!” she said to Thad as she held Courtney close to her.

“We’ve got to find some stuff to make a shelter,” he said confidently as he turned about to face the lush tropical foliage beyond the beach. “And then we should try to light a fire to signal any ships or planes that might fly overhead!”

“Naturally!” agreed Sarah. “But stay close!” she insisted with authority, being the oldest. “You don’t know what’s in that filthy jungle so stay where I can see you!”

“Okay,” he conceded.

“And don’t let the jungle brush scratch your nice pretty legs!” taunted Sarah once again. And so both girls giggled as the walked across the warm sand toward the tree line.

But after a few moments, Thad turned back to face them. “Hey look! I think I found a trail…”

Suddenly, a single arrow flew out of nowhere and pierced his chest! “Aaaaargh!” he cried out in pain and shock of his young life. Both girls screamed in terror and utmost panic! From out of the flora, five men appeared all clad in primitive aboriginal garb while shouting out in an unknown language all the while.

“Run!” cried Sarah.

“Thaaaad!” screamed Courtney at the trauma of her big brother’s fate.

“We must hurry!” demanded Sarah as she pulled on her hand.

Yet only seconds later, the jungle beyond resounded with a multitude of high-pitched cries of wrath. From everywhere they came! A mighty horde of muscular female warriors bolted forth, filing the beach with a storm of arrows toward the male tribesmen. But Sarah ran down the beach with Courtney in hand to evade the skirmish. She dared to look back to find the males all dead on the beach, each body filled with a multitude of arrows. However, the female warriors came upon them with the utmost interest. Sarah stumbled with a scream amidst the bedlam while Courtney ran as fast as her little eight-year-old legs could carry her. Yet soon she was surrounded and a warrior scooped her up in her arms.

“Saraaaaah!” she cried out.

The young woman warriors, many of them mere adolescents, all circled around with quite an interest in her. They all murmured in their native dialect as they studied her. “Saarrraaah! Help!” she cried out again, yet the budding British youth was nowhere to be found.

Yet in all her horror, Courtney took note of their scant attire. They wore very little indeed. They all stood clad in woven clothing much like bikinis with round metallic plating resembling metal bowls over their breasts. They wore leather shin leggings that started from just below the knee and ended at their sandal-clad feet, leaving their muscular thighs exposed. All had magnificent athletic builds of curvy muscle tone. Their shiny-smooth flesh tones varied from milk chocolate to a coffee-with-crème pigment. Their facial features appeared as Polynesian/Asiatic rather than European. But all wore some patterns of body-painting in bright colors about their eyes and cheeks.

Moments later, she found herself being carried over the shoulders of a young but strong warrior down a path in the jungle of the island. She sobbed in pure terror at what had passed, yet this mysterious tribe of females made no move to harm her in anyway. In fact, the one who carried her gently ran her hand up and down her bare leg in a tender caressing touch as if to soothe her crying.

But after many minutes passed, they entered a village deep within the tropical wilderness consisting mostly of bamboo huts covered with palm fronds. Some were built within the trees themselves, connected by walkways of rope and planks. There were a few stone buildings as well, some at ground level and other’s half-buried mounds. There a multitude of villagers mingled about the buildings, all female and all dressed in the skimpy island wear. There were plenty of little girls that milled about dressed in only loin cloths with no top, or just a light tunic that barely came down below the crotch as if to expose as much bare leg as possible.

Soon, the warrior party arrived at the massive stone Temple of the Moon-Goddess on the mountainside at the other edge of the village which had stood since the ancient of days. They climbed the stone steps and entered the structure lit by numerous flickering tiki- torches. Whatever the party chanted, it must have been a message of victory. Finally, the young woman who bore Courtney across her shoulder set her down, presenting her to their queen-priestess, a middle-aged, yet physically fit woman of both beauty and might.

The matriarchal leader smiled with approval at the ‘prize’ the warriors had brought to her. All fell silent when she began to speak out in the native language. But the terrified girl knew not what she said, nor how to answer. “I’m Courtney!” she finally replied nervously pointing to her chest. “Who are you? What do you want with me?”

Upon hearing the words, the queen matriarch gasped. Nonetheless, she gave another request to the warriors, who stripped her of all clothing and left her naked before them all for closer inspection. At a another request, two young but strong island nymphs stood on either side of her and picked her up, allowing their queen to inspect her little hairless vagina. The queen approached, raised her hands slowly to part those delicate little inner lips to inspect that little cunny. “Khi-hali!” she shouted upon finding that little barrier of innocence.

“Khi-hali! Khi-hali!” shouted the warriors in reply to the declaration that a hymen had been found. And so the queen gave another command and Courtney found herself being taken from the temple. They took her down a dusty road in the village and toward another large stone edifice. They meandered down some steps into the underground catacombs, lit only by a few flickering torches. There, they placed her in a cell secured by a door of bamboo bars.

Poor Courtney sat naked and desolate on the dirt floor in the small cell which looked more like a cave. Yet there was one small window with bamboo bars where the stony walls curved into the ceiling to let in light and air, suggesting that the catacombs did not lie completely underground. From her alcove, she could hear the incessant faint crashing of waves in the distance against the beach. She could smell the tropical scent of the salty sea brought in by a light breeze. But all she could do was sit and cry. The trauma proved overwhelming for an eight-year-girl to bear, especially having grown up in the western industrialized world.

But after many minutes had passed, a scantly-clad thirty-something woman approached with a food tray in hand covered with fruit, followed by a pre-teen girl perhaps not much older than herself. Courtney crouched in the small alcove as far away from the door as possible as this woman opened up the cell. Both she and her young companion entered to present the provisions. “My name Laylah,” she said. “I speak your words! Queen Lukona commands we care for you. But you must stay here until oracle say.” With that, she placed a thick woven blanket on the floor for her comfort. Next, the pre-teen native girl presented a basket containing bowls made of coconut shells and clay bottles of juice.

Once the provisions sat in place, Laylah moved behind the girl and placed her hands on her shoulders as they faced Courtney. “This is Kokie,” continued Laylah. “She will stay and play with you!” With that, she mumbled some native words to Kokie. In reply, Kokie nodded before she striped herself down naked and quickly surrendered her tunic to Laylah.

And so Laylah took Kokie’s clothing, stepped back and secured the door. Without another word, she vanished down the dark tunnel. Now Courtney sat on the soft woven blanket facing Kokie who stood as naked as herself. She dared to study her playmate’s bronze naked body. She took note of the necklace strung with beads and shells she wore. At the center hung a painted wooden amulet shaped like a small sausage link. Her face bore a few specs of native paint, especially around the eyes, and bracelets of shells and beads adorned each wrist and ankle.

Kokie herself stood for a few moments to allow the ‘stranger from the sky’ to marvel at her body before she slowly approached and sat down on the blanket to face her. She gave Courtney a warm and relaxed expression as they eyed one another. But finally, she presented to Courtney a necklace like the one she wore, and placed it about her neck.

Courtney smiled nervously. “For me? Thank you,” she mumbled. “It’s… it’s very pretty!”

In reply, Kokie smiled as she slowly raised a hand to reach out and stroke Courtney’s face. Courtney gasped as she felt the strange fingers gently caressing her cheek. “They sent you to play with me?” she asked. “How do girls play here?”

Yet Kokie only replied by running her hand over her shoulder. Courtney closed her eyes as she felt those curious fingers make their way ever so slowly to her flat chest and tease her areolas. “Oooooh” sighed Courtney, suddenly relaxing as her pretty aboriginal playmate explored her naked flesh with her fingertips. The curious Polynesian nymph never said a word as she rubbed her hands all over her Euro- American partner. She simply caressed that lighter skin all over her body, from chest, tummy, hips, and legs.

Finally, she shifted her position and scooted her bottom on the blanket that their naked bodies might touch. To Courtney’s surprise, Kokie wrapped her arms around her. Soon, their naked flat chests were touching as Kokie gave her a warm embrace. The touch of the silky-smooth juvenile skin caused Courtney to softly moan again. Finally, she reciprocated and wrapped her arms about her warm mysterious ‘playmate.’ As their faces touched and their cheeks rubbed, Courtney could smell the sweet scent of coconut in her playmate’s hair.

For a long moment, Courtney stared into those beautiful beady native eyes. They were full of sincerity and passion. Kokie’s eyes seemed to speak their own language, telling a tale of desire and longing. Slowly their noses made contact as they caressed each other with an ‘Eskimo kiss.’ But as the time passed, the inevitable happened. Their lips touched. Courtney had never expected this play back home, yet all the intimate touching had caused her poor little cunny to ache and throb as it drooled its sweet honey onto the blanket. And time took its natural course as she felt a gentle invasion of Kokie’s tongue betwixt her lips. With eyes tightly shut, Courtney allowed her tongue to wander where it may and soon they were exploring each other’s mouths. They hugged each other tightly and passionately, allowing many minutes to pass wordlessly in their sensuous embrace.

Then, slowly but surely, their legs began to wrap about each other as well as their arms. Kokie emitted a soft moan as they squeezed each other tight with both arms and legs, never ceasing their kiss. Naturally, such an intimate juxtaposition led to the inevitable mutual contact of their hot little pussies, both dripping the honey of desire. And so they each took hold of one another’s delectable bare bottom cheeks and pulled themselves into one another that they might massage their yearning throbbing cunnies against one another..

“Oooh! Ooooooh!” moaned Courtney with her eyes tightly shut.

“Aaaaah! AAAaaah!” cooed Kokie in reply as she lead this love dance. They kissed each others lips again as they continued to rub pussies by pulling on each other’s buttocks in a slow steady rhythm.

“Ooooh! Oooooh Kokie!” moaned Courtney. “Ooooh Kokie, this feels soooooooo good! I like this play!” And even though they ceased their kissing to breathe, Kokie sensuously nibbled on Courtney’s ear.

Finally, Kokie broke off the embrace. She placed both hands on Courtney’s shoulders and gently forced her to lay down on the blanket. Courtney sighed with yearning as her legs naturally fell open as she settled down on her back. Suddenly, she felt a most sensuous tickling touch on her chest. She raised her head only slightly to see that Kokie had taken the feather from her hair as was using it to caress her bare skin. “Mmmmm! Ooooh!” she cooed as Kokie tickled her naked body all over, careful to avoid only that starving little pink cunny. Next, she felt Kokie’s fingertips tickling her kneecaps and slowly making their way up her legs, just barely avoiding those throbbing wet nether lips. “Aaaaah, that really feels good,” moaned Courtney. And so Kokie continued to tease her companion all about her inner thighs and hips, very skillful to leave that little pussy yearning and begging for attention.

Finally, Courtney felt those fingers gently stroking her swollen nether lips, causing her to break out in goose bumps. Then, she felt a peculiar feeling in her tight little love hole. She opened her eyes to see Kokie attempting to insert the tubular amulet of her necklace into her hot wet cunny. Apparently, the ‘amulet’ was in reality a dildo that the natives carried everywhere they went.

“Ow!” protested Courtney.

Instantly, Kokie stopped upon sensing discomfort. And so she dipped the wooden dildo into one of the coconut bowls which contained a lubricating oil. Then, she very gently touched it to the tight opening of that young eight-year-old vagina. “Ooooh!” moaned Courtney. “Much better!”

However, it would not go in very far due to the hymenal blockage. “Khi-hali,” whispered Kokie when she encountered the obstacle. And so she knelt down and kissed that throbbing little pink twat that had known very little stimulation in the past. Then, she began to work Courtney’s aching little clit with her tongue.

“Ooooh!” Courtney cried out as her hips left the floor, forcing herself into Kokie’s face. “Ooooh, that feels soooo good!” she cried. “Yes, Kokie yes! Please, make me feel good!”

Kokie smiled at the pleasure she was giving her lighter-skinned companion. And so her well-trained tongue worked its magic. “Ooooh! Aaaah!” Courtney continued to cry out, forgetting all else. “Ooooh Kokie! Oooooh Kokiiieee! You’re my best friend ever!” she cried in a fit of passion as her body flushed with warm pleasure. She knew not what lie ahead, yet she knew no such pleasure before. Something was quickly building up inside her. All she knew was she wanted more. She wanted this feeling to go on forever. All the teachings of her world regarding what was ‘dirty’ or ‘naughty’ had vanished from her mind.

And soon, a sudden explosion took her by surprise. Her body jerked as her buttocks left the blanket. She screamed as she felt the sudden unexpected eruption of pleasure of her first-ever orgasm! She beat her fists against the ground as she came and came, leaving Kokie’s mouth coated in love syrup. She realized that she had lost all control of her body as it experienced the ultimate pleasure. For that brief moment, all her sorrows, worries, and troubles flowed out of her body. Thus her inaugural orgasm seemed to go on forever before she finally ran out of breath.

Finally, her contractions subsided as she collapsed on the blanket, completely relaxed. However, the intense orgasmic contractions had left a knot in her tummy. “Ooooooh Kokie!” she moaned. “Oh Kokie, I love you! I looove you!”

“Kabomba!” replied Kokie with a satisfied smile at her partner’s intense orgasm. Nevertheless, she wiped her face and then slowly climbed up on top of Courtney’s spent naked body, once again allowing their pink wet flowers to rub against each other. They locked into another passionate kiss with eager tongues penetrating one another. Kokie slowly humped at first. Yet she soon picked up speed to soothe her own yearning bud. She humped faster and faster, moaning louder and louder until her own orgasm came to fruition like mighty tsunami. She screamed a cry similar to the victory cry of the warriors when she came all over her partner from another land. “Kabomba!” she declared, speaking the native word for ‘orgasm.’ But finally she rolled off of Courtney’s body and lie at her side. By now, the cave smelled of both coconut oil and girl juice. But the volcanic orgasms had left both girls so spent that they soon fell into a deep contented sleep.

When Courtney awoke, she found Kokie still lying naked next to her still sleeping peacefully, her smooth bronze flesh reflecting the amber light of the flickering torch beyond the cell. Courtney could only stare for many moments before she dared to reach out and touch that young hairless little slit of her mysterious companion. But soon Kokie stirred and sat up as well. The sky shown a dark blue hue through the barred window of the cell, indicating that the sun had just set over the Pacific. A light tropical breeze ventilated the cave-like room bringing a lush fragrance of the island. Finally, Kokie wiped the sleep from her eyes and stretched before looking about the cell. And so she reached for the tray of food and insisted that they both eat by handing her some fruit.

The food was not familiar to one raised in a temperate zone, yet Courtney ate and drank everything offered to her. Once they had eaten their fill, Kokie once again initiated another session by stroking her face.

“Again?” queried Courtney as she felt her little cunny begin to throb as Kokie teased her.

“Love-play!” said Kokie, taking Courtney by surprise.

“You can talk? I mean… you speak English?”

“Love-play!” repeated Kokie, her vocabulary apparently limited.

“Okay,” replied Courtney. “Love-play!”

Once again, they locked into an embrace using both arms and legs as they sat on the blanket. And once again, their little throbbing cunnies made mutual contact as their mouths locked, tongues and all. Thus the ritual continued, this time with different positions. And for this session, Courtney used the dildo on her own necklace to give pleasure to Kokie. She encountered no hymen in her native lover and thus penetrated deep into that small hairless love tunnel, bringing loud cries of ecstasy from her beautiful young friend of the island. The play continued until each enjoyed another sensual explosive (and noisy) orgasm. “Kabomba!” cried Kokie in the fit of passion as she came hard and heavy into Courtney’s hand. Courtney cried out the word as well when her turn came to have an explosive orgasm. Afterward, they fell asleep once again in each other’s arms.

And so went the cycle throughout the night— sleeping, waking up, making love until they both reached orgasm, and falling asleep again. It would seem that every waking moment was spent in love- making. Kokie showed no interest in anything else. And so it went until the morning light. By that time, Courtney’s poor abdomen ached from the multitude of orgasmic spasms she had enjoyed during the past night. And so Kokie seized upon some more fruit, insisting that Courtney eat.

And so they ate together in silence. Yet no one came to the cell to check on them. And after they had finished eating, Kokie declared, “Love-play… kabomba!” indicating it was time for yet another round of sensuous play. And once again, their silky-smooth naked bodies became entwined in yet another session of orgasmic love- making. Perhaps this island was truly the land of paradise!

Thanks for reading. Yes, there's more to come.