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Epilog: Jill's Success
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Jake and the Castaway Daughters
a Novelette by Varkel
Spring, 2000
EPILOG: Jill's Success
After a few weeks' protection from the sun Jill's tanned body
returned to its natural, blond paleness. She was more
breathtakingly beautiful than before her arrival in the small
colonial outpost under the tricolor of the new French Republic.
Of the three sisters she was the most admired and ogled by the
males of the place, though none dared to court the beautiful
twelve year old, not because of her obvious youth, but because she
was guarded fiercely by her eldest sister. When one hapless man
came to call, he was met with scathing derision by the grossly
pregnant Belle, whose delivery of a male child a few days later
did not soothe her temperament nor her determination to shield her
youngest sister.
* * *
"Will we be here much longer, Belle?" Jill asked in a lilting
child's voice not changed in two years.
"Until the next packet ship comes, darling."
"That's not very long, is it? If I don't do it pretty soon ...
Why can't I go out walking, Belle?"
"Those men out there just want to use you like Higgins did," the
elder replied vehemently. "They're little more than ruffians and
you deserve better than that."
They spoke in Chinese.
"But I'm lonely, Belle. Why can't I have friends?"
"What kind of friends could you find out there?" the older girl
insisted heatedly as her newborn suckled a heavy breast. "They're
a bunch of sailors and scoundrels, and most of them much too old
for you."
Jill ran her hands up and down her thighs immodestly under her
skirt. "It's not fair," she complained.
"I'll attend to you, darling," Belle replied with an understanding
smile, "as soon as the baby is done and I put him down. We'll
have a splendid afternoon."
"But, you know, it's not the same," the young girl responded, now
openly masturbating.
"Jill, please stop that. I'll give you greater pleasure very
soon."
"I know you will, Belle, but we can't really play naughty with
each other. We're just girls."
"Jill, darling," the eldest said a bit later as she pulled the
sleeping infant from her nipple and carefully placed it in the
nearby crib, "have you ever thought of winning a pretty boy to be
your friend?"
"Where would I find one? You won't let me see Bou-bou. He's
really pretty."
"Bou-bou is not a normal boy," Belle replied with some distaste.
"He sometimes plays the girl, if you know what I mean."
"No, I don't know. What you mean?"
"Well," Belle strove to find the safest words, "he and Lt.
LeContreau are special friends. They do naughty things together."
"The way you and I do?"
"Well, ah --"
"Does Lt. LeContreau suck on his little peenie the way I did?"
"Jill! Tell me you didn't!"
"It was fun, Belle. He took me into a small room in the ship
where there was a lot of rope. We got naked together. He doesn't
have any hair on him, and his peenie is so small that I could put
almost all of it into my mouth. His squirt tasted good."
"Jill, darling, you're disgusting me again. Do you know where
that penis of his has been?"
"Where would it go?" Jill asked quite innocently.
"Into the back side of Lt. LeContreau."
"He did that to Pierre too?"
"Jill!" Belle was aghast. "Did Bou-bou put it into you from
behind?"
"We were wrestling," the little girl replied sheepishly.
"What hole?" Belle asked with concern.
"The dirty one."
Belle sighed in relief, but was immediately intrigued.
"What did it feel like?" she asked in a husky voice.
"It hurt mostly, at least at first, but then I rubbed myself and
it was marvelous."
Belle fondled the top of the little girl's flaxen head and
considered how she might invite Bou-bou to visit her. In the
throes of her hateful passion for Jake she had often thought, at
least until she was undeniably pregnant, of suggesting that he use
her anally -- except that the size of his fat member made her
shiver with fear. But a penis small enough to fit almost entirely
into Jill's little mouth ... She shivered for a different reason.
"I'd like to feel it in the front hole," Jill mused aloud
wistfully, before she sucked gently on one of Belle's breasts,
tasting the milk.
"No, baby, you wouldn't like that. It would hurt as when Jake
almost did it to you." Belle cuddled the girl's head to her
breast.
"I was on top then, Belle. I hurt myself," Jill replied, looking
suddenly into her sister's face.
"Still, you'd get a baby if you did it," Belle protested, pulling
the child's head back to the breast.
But she pulled away. "Do you get a baby every time, Belle?"
"Just about, except for Captain duValier, who can't make babies."
Belle immediately regretted releasing that information, bit her
tongue and hoped that her sister did not notice it.
"Why can't Maurice make babies?" the young girl asked, feeling
sorry for the man.
"Maurice? You call him Maurice?"
"But you do too, Belle. I heard you yesterday afternoon shouting
'Maurice, Maurice' when he was pleasing you the way Jake used to
do."
"You were supposed to be swimming!" the older girl fumed, blushing
deeply.
* * *
During the mid afternoon, as the baby slept, the two girls lay
upon the comfortable bed and gave each other pleasure several
times.
Belle could no longer put off the question. "What does it feel
like, to have a thing up your back hole?"
"I think that bear grease would help a lot," Jill responded
languidly, and then sucked some more milk from her sister. "What
does it feel like up front?" she asked, looking into Bell's face
with a creamy mouth.
"It hurts the first time, when the thing is jammed into you."
"I've felt that almost with Jake."
"You have the rest of the almost still to come."
"Does it hurt a real lot?" the young girl asked with a twisted
expression on her face.
"The biggest hurt, darling, is when you have to pay the price for
your pleasure and push a baby out of your body."
"You said that Maurice couldn't make a baby."
"Yes, he's safe, dearest, if you feel that you have to do it. But
he's an old man, older even than Jake. I thought that you wanted
a pretty boy."
"I'll let the pretty boys use my mouth and my back hole. I don't
want a baby.
"Just as well, because you're too small."
"I already have three of them to play with." The child smiled,
twirling her fingers in Belle's thick pubes. "And when I get
tired I can give them back."
"Oh, yes! How wonderful it is to have servants again!"
* * *
Naval Capt. duValier, absolute ruler of the Marquesas, sat waist
deep in the water and scrubbed his body with wet sand. Gentle
waves occasionally pushed against his chest as he faced away from
the protected beach, looking out to the far horizon.
"Hello, Maurice," he heard a childish soprano voice say from
behind him.
He turned his head, startled, and saw Jill standing just a few
feet away, her bare feet at the edge of the sea. The low sun of
the late afternoon shimmered her golden hair. Her angelic face
smiled broadly at him. The girl was an image of absolute
loveliness, her attractiveness enhanced by her obvious youth. The
buttoned shirt betrayed just a hint of her femininity, and the
skirt that fell below her knees revealed the agreeably long,
shapely calves of a pubescent creature. He scooted himself about
to face the beautiful girl and stared her up and down from flaxen
head to dainty ankles. His throat ached at the sight of her. He
ogled her without realizing how obviously he displayed his hunger.
"You like to look at me," she giggled, stating the fact of the
matter with a measure of enthusiasm.
"Yes, of course I do, child. I always stare at beautiful things."
"Am I beautiful?" she asked with seeming innocence.
"Yes, yes, very much so."
"I think Bou-bou is beautiful," Jill replied with a wondrous
smile.
"Yes, he certainly is, though not the same as you."
"You're not the same, either, but you're pretty, too."
"Ho, ho! Many thanks, though I fear for your vision."
"And I like how your mustache tickles."
"Many girls do."
"May I bathe with you?" she asked, suddenly reaching with both
hands to her left side to undo the skirt as though she had been
given an affirmative reply.
Maurice's mouth gaped, astounded by her brazenness. She peeked at
him with a sly smile as she struggled with a button. Her twelfth
birthday was just weeks in the past, yet she behaved like a
practiced concubine. Or was it, indeed, pure innocence? Maurice
said nothing and the skirt fell to the damp sand. Her alluring
legs met every fantasy of his about young girls. So fresh and
shapely, so young! Slowly she undid the buttons of her blouse,
the hem of which concealed her groin. When the last was
unbuttoned, the blouse fell open, still covering her breasts, but
revealing a pale chest, a flat belly and (<nom de dieu>!) childish
labia with a tuft of blond hair just above them. Then she
shrugged the garment from her shoulders and the man saw what he
had long dreamed of: pubescent breasts with roseate nipples
clinging to a pale chest.
She seemed so relaxed as she stood naked for a moment in front of
him. She was a living dream. "Do you like me?" she asked shyly,
stepping deeper into the water, approaching him.
Did she actually not realize her physical perfection? He could
not reply. He stood as the girl came up to him. The top of her
golden head brushed his underchin; her body leaned against his; he
felt a small hand on his erect penis.
She turned her face up to his, eyes closed, lips pursed, wanting a
kiss, and Maurice gave her a tremulous one, with a hand caressing
a lovely cheek and another grasping a pert buttock. Jill placed
her arms around the man and laid her cheek upon his chest.
"Belle says that you can't make babies," she whispered.
Maurice glanced guiltily around him. This, his own little bathing
cove, was empty as his standing orders required. Needing no
further invitation, he stooped and picked the girl into his arms,
waded from the water and crossed the strand beyond the tree line
to a spot of soft grass. There he laid the gorgeous child upon
the ground and knelt above her for a moment to savor in his mind
what was to come.
Jill stared at the upright manhood, much larger than Bou-bou's,
longer but not nearly so fat as Jake's.
"Please lick on me first," she said in a dreamy voice, her eyes
closing, her legs spreading.
Maurice would have it no other way, although he was eager to
penetrate the girl. First he spent a moment exploring her flesh
with his hands, wishing that it were an eternity but needing to
get on. Then he lay with his head between her creamy thighs,
lifting them over his shoulders, and commenced to deliver the oral
pleasure of which he was a master.
Jill responded immediately, writhing her body and groaning aloud.
It was as good as she had ever felt, better than Belle, because
she knew that a large cock was soon to follow. When a sudden,
monstrous pleasure caused her to scream without inhibition,
Maurice knew to stop before the sensation became painful for her.
Then his body weight was upon her. Something large and relentless
penetrated her bottom, pushing her flesh aside, rising into her
slowly but endlessly. She felt a momentary tearing pain, but her
immediate thought was that he could not make babies. She
surrendered herself totally and began to push against her lover.
Maurice was almost in a delirium, but he was determined to last as
long as possible. This child was hot! She squeezed her thighs
against him, clawed his shoulders and cried at full voice in a
seeming extended orgasm, or maybe several strung together. She
was wilder than Belle. He plunged and plunged until the girl
beneath him fell quiet, except for small whimpers. Then it was
his turn, he knew. He looked down at the child's lovely face,
which was in repose, perhaps unconscious. He drew inspiration
from the sight, the realization of his most secret fantasy, and
slowed his strokes to relish the feel of the girl's tight
quarters. And yes! It was upon him gloriously! He bellowed as
his barren seed spewed forth, staring at the face of the child, so
sweet and innocent.
Maurice lay beside the sweaty girl, his hand on an immature
breast, his lips kissing her beautiful face languidly.
Her eyes popped open. "That was so lovely." She sighed and
stroked her lover's cheek. "Can we do it again?"
"Very soon, darling. Very soon."
END
Copyright (C) 2000, Varkel
var_kel@yahoo.com
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