Chapter 368: Surprised Guests

Now, the strays are finding me.

Kona relaxed her arms around me and sat back to pull Cam over into a hug before saying, “I couldn’t get him to cum inside me, and all he did when I came hard was to rub my back in his sleep. If his dick moves inside me, I start to get off again. You all about killed me after you got him back in me after he peed. I need to have him holding me and his dick has to be in me. I’m so confused.”

Many of the boys, and a few girls, quickly covered up when the herd of younger kids came racing in to get something to eat. Kona lifted to have the head of my dick parting her pussy lips where they could see her pussy opened up to get a good look, and then she slowly let my shiny dick slide back up inside her. All the boys in the room had boners suddenly, and only the girls that still hadn’t started puberty weren’t instantly fully aroused.

Almost like a coordinately attack, Arlene had cloth napkins from the table as she rushed around to stuff a dick inside one, hold his dick, for the one to two seconds it took for them to start getting off, and moved to the next. Jimmy and Todd went around pinching girls. Both did cop a feel of every horny girl’s tits before sliding a finger down between their legs to graze their clits. The girls didn’t last any longer than the boys.

“No. Jimmy. Don’t. Please. They will tease me. I don’t want them to see,” one of the girls, I somehow knew was twelve, begged.

He got a towel from somewhere, pushed her feet apart, shoved it between her legs, and then pushed his finger down into her split. She had to grab onto him as she scrunched up her face and fought not to have whatever was going to happen, happen. His finger making a second trip into her hidden valley caused her face to go from pale to embarrassed to peaceful. When the towel dropped to the floor, she was trying to push her tongue down Jimmy’s throat. His hand slipped between them once more, and everyone saw the pulsing stream of juices squirt from between her legs. This time she tried to run, but one of the boys caught her and wouldn’t let her go, even as she fought and scratched to get free.

“Hey, calm down, now,” he said, raising his voice a bit. “I’ve got you, sis. You’re fine.”

She finally ran out of energy to fight and went limp in his arms. Jimmy came over to wash between the girl’s legs and even leaned in to blow a raspberry on her stomach. She got mad, telling him that he already made her pee twice.

“If you two are into doing that, then you need to go do that somewhere no one has to watch unless they are into pee games,” he said as he softly rubbed her flat chest in a comforting manner. “Dad told mom to sit down with you to talk about what just happened, and she kept saying that she would do that when she had the ‘talk’ with you once you got your period. When I was six, she told me only because I started teasing Erma, Ella, and Kina about peeing in their beds because they were touching themselves between the legs. You’ve only played with yourself in the bathtub or shower, so it seems you’ve started to grow up even if you can’t see it on the outside yet. Sis, it isn’t pee. Well, some could be pee, but probably isn’t. These glands around your pee hole can squirt out fluid when you cum as like happens to guys. Some stuff also gets into your bladder than can mix with any pee you have there. Mom said that all the women and girls in the family would usually have something squirt out when they have the best cums, like the two you just had. Grandmother did a lot of checking when mom and our aunts started having it happen. She found a doctor that wasn’t full of shit. If you ask mom about helping the doctor with their testing, she will blush and get flustered. Dad is always very interested in getting us out of the house for a while shortly after I’ve asked mom that question.”

The girl had been rubbing herself without even knowing it, and while not as big of one as before, she found her fingers covered in something like milky-white.

Her brother wiped her hands off and said, “That is what squirts out. Our cousins told me that they rarely notice when they are using a fake dick because it doesn’t make the mess any bigger. The other type is what you did both times before. Stuff comes from somewhere that gets into your bladder that isn’t pee. Mom told me that one doctor said she would find herself needing to pee when starting to get in the mood. After that, all that went into her bladder is the stuff that isn’t pee. I’m glad it happened where I could tell you about it, so you aren’t embarrassed about it happening. Well, as long as you aren’t rubbing yourself off sitting in your big brother’s lap while we are both naked. I know you can keep it a secret. Our girl cousins and I like to sneak off to see who can squirt the farthest. I know that it is fucking weird as hell, but we aren’t screwing or touching each other, just getting off together, like guys jacking off together. None of them can get off four times in three minutes, and she can squirt a lot each time. Can you please give it a rest now? I like holding you against me, but if you keep doing that, you are going to make my dick hard.”

Make your dick hard? I don’t know when she rid herself of her cherry, but she only needs to arch her back and stretch to have you slide into her.

Damn, if the girl didn’t start to do that as I thought about it.

“I think you have learned enough about your body from your brother Today. Off his lap,” I whispered in her ear as I got her to her feet. Kona still had her arms and legs locked around me.

Her brother mouthed “thank you” as we both caught a glimpse of the glistening trail of pre-cum as his dick head pulled free from between his sister’s swollen nether lips. His sister turned to look too. The crown of his dick was wet.

From my implant, I learned that she was fifteen, and he was fourteen. Her parents didn’t tell her. They wanted to keep the kids in school from teasing her about being in the sixth grade at fifteen. She wasn’t stupid or anything. She had a small tumor in her brain that slowed down her physical and mental development. A doctor required brain scans before they started her on an experimental drug when she was six. They took the tumor out of her brain, but she was effectively still a toddler. She found her birth certificate one day, and her parents explained things to her. The girl accepted why. They made a deal. Once the girl hit puberty and got tits, they were going to move back to the states. She would go to a self-paced school to get her caught up as a sophomore in high school.

“Her body can’t take rushing things,” Kona whispered in my ear. “Our private school has kindergarten through twelfth grades. All the middle and high school kids without siblings are going to be here soon. All will get stripped after they have all arrived. We were all pretty close, like a big family, already, but all of them need this to happen.”

She explained that half the kids not having siblings had the privacy to explore drugs and cutting, among other things, to deal with whatever things came up in their lives. It was a mix of depression, anxiety, and stress.

Kona then told me, “Right now, we are going somewhere for you to fuck me until you finally cum inside me. We both know I needed it badly. I won’t get what I need from anyone else on any of the islands until you leave. We have a lot to talk about later, away from here.”

I only gave her a big load of dead swimmers so that she could have our juices running down the inside of her legs and getting crusty in her pubic hair when we went to meet up with the rest of the kids that came over. She didn’t understand why six were off in a different area. For that matter, neither did I until one of the staff handed me seven cloth bags.

“You are free to leave anytime you want, but if you stay, I promise I won’t fix your problems. I will, however, give you each something that will provide you with the pain you get from cutting without the scars or blood,” I told the group as I reached into my bag of tricks.

I went to the girl who looked the worst. If she had let her fingernails grow any, she would have eight bloody places on her arms from how tightly she was holding them around her legs. I gently freed her hands and spread her legs so that everyone in here could see the scars in her butt, sides of her mound, and insides of her legs. She cringed a bit when I spread her pussy open to confirm she wasn’t a virgin.

I slipped a glove on one of her hands and a small diameter, foot-long dildo in the other. With the dildo pushing against her dry pussy, I moved her middle and index finger over the man in the boat.

With a kiss on her cheek, I said, “This is going to hurt worse than anything you have done to yourself before and will only stop when you take your hands away.”

The light bit of pressure I put on her fingers forced the microneedles from inside the fingertips of the glove. They pushed into the tender pink just below her clit. As I dragged them up over her clit and rubbed them around in a few circles, her body reacted how I hoped that I had guessed correctly. Her pussy got instantly wet because she came from the pain. Her hand pushed the dildo six inches up inside her. When she gripped the handle to pull it out, it forced the microneedles in the top six inches of the dildo to push into the inside of her pussy. She gripped the dildo hard to jerk it out, forcing the needles out further the harder she squeezed. We all watched her cringing in pain as she tried to get the dildo from her pussy, only to see her let it go before gently pushing it back in. Her fingertips pushed the microneedles into her nipples, under her breasts, and all over the sides of her pussy. She finally went limp.

When the dildo pushed from her pussy, she begged, “Can someone fuck me. I need a dick.”

A guy with scars along the length of his dick and on his balls moved to slot his dick. He pounded away for a minute before they both screamed in frustration. I pulled them apart and told them to wait a minute. I got gloves on both of his hands, on her other one, and then began fitting the needle-lined straps on her. She had them going between her legs on either side of her pussy and over her asshole. He got what was effectively a micro-needle-lined jockstrap. I slid his dick into a cover that snapped on the jockstrap. When I lined them back up, both screamed out in pain, but that was because the needles jammed along his dick when he pushed in and into her pussy when he pulled out. They pulled apart for him to do her from behind with his hands holding her tits. With them now grunting from painful pleasure, I turned to the other four.

“All four of you are virgins? And you want to stay that way?” I asked, and they nodded. “Do you need pain when you get yourselves off?”

“No,” one girl said. “Can I suck your dick, please, while you talk? I have a shitty life outside of school, which is why I use needles. I don’t do drugs. None of the six of us do. Diabetic needles are easy to get in large amounts, and we don’t need syringes. They don’t leave scars. I have made things that let me have them jab into me anytime I need to escape from what happens to me. I want to suck your dick because I don’t have to make stab needles into myself to do it.”

I gave her gloves and tossed the others some to put on, and said, “Needles can be dangerous, as the three infected places on your legs prove. People use alcohol wipes to clean the area before injections for a reason. Use these gloves instead of your fingernails. I have something better I will show you once you are tired of sucking my dick.

That didn’t take long. Is that a look of pure bliss as she removed the gloves to stroke me?

“If every dick I have to suck made me feel like I do when sucking yours, I wouldn’t need the pain to slip me off into another place until it is over,” she told us. “Please know that no one forces me to do what I do. I wouldn’t say I like it, but it is a means to an end. No one needs to intervene.”

I found the places where she had the most punctures. In one bag, I saw what looked like leggings and a pair of biking shorts. I slipped the biking shorts on one of the girls and the leggings on the one that wanted to get back to sucking my dick.

“Girls, take off the gloves and put on the rings. I have no idea how they work, but rub them over an area, and you will feel the dozens of microscopic needles push into your skin. Push down with the ring, and they go in deeper,” I explained.

I had two girls now taking turns sucking my dick, and they weren’t causing themselves any pain even when waiting to have another turn.

Probably because they were both so wet from knowing they could just glide their rings over their skin to give them that pain that they got from needles or razor blades.

The one boy and girl were there trying out things they found in the various bags, on each other. Finally, they had to stop because they were trying not to fuck each other.

Kona went to them, sucked the guy off while fingering the girl.

Once they both cooled down, Kona told them, “No one will judge you for being intimate, even if you are siblings. Just because you got split to live with your same-sex parent when they divorced, we all knew you two were brother and sister. I don’t know how everyone is here, nude, with their parent’s full permission. Does it matter?”

To the six, she said, “Today, you met the most fantastic guy you will ever meet in your life. He gave you each what you need to cope your way. All your friends are here to help you work through things. You don’t have to scar your bodies to get the pain you need. Use what he gave you to escape whenever you need, and no one will know.”

“Can you please fuck my pussy now? I need to see how it feels the way it does without any pain,” the girl who had been fucked with the pain rubber asked.

I did.

“You can decide for yourselves if you feel that you are no longer a virgin in your mind to satisfying your curiosity about how my dick will feel inside you. I won’t screw you. We push it in as far as you can get it, and then I pull it out,” I told the other three girls.