You glance around, trying to think of something to cheer her up. "Hey--" you say. "I haven't been swimming yet. You want to test the water with me?"
Vivian looks up at you. "Test the water..." she repeats. Then she shakes her head curtly. "I apologize. I am unfamiliar with the mechanics of treading water."
You gawk at her. "...You don't know how to swim?"
"Correct," she says.
You sigh. But glancing back at Gustav's house, you notice some bodyboards propped up against the wall.
"That's no problem," you tell Vivian. "I'll take you swimming anyway."
Vivian lies prone on the pink bodyboard you select for her. You hold her, one hand on her little butt and one between her shoulders, as you guide her into the ocean.
Vivian winces as the water rises around her and flows over the underside of her belly. Her onepiece becomes sodden and clings to her pale skin.
"Please don't let go of me," she says, voice trembling.
"I'm not going to let go..." you grumble. "Geez."
Ms. Carte walks beside you, petting Vivian's hair to encourage her.
"What's up with the two Spancers, anyway?" you ask, jerking your head back toward the beach where Spancer 1 and Spancer 2 are still horsing around.
Vivian dogpaddles weakly against the surface to no discernible effect. All she manages to do is kick up a few tiny splashes. "Mmph--" she hums, struggling. Her cheeks puff out in a cute pout.
Having waded out until the water reaches your knees, you and Ms. Carte stop. Vivian floats between you, immobile.
"One is Spancer, and one is a model Gustav made," Ms. Carte says. "Like a male Viv-tan."
"So... which one is the real Spancer?"
"That's a question for the philosophers, I think."
"Mmmph," Vivian pouts. You look down at her. "Why has our progress ceased?"
You grin with a sudden mischievous impulse, and pull the bodyboard out from underneath her. Her face slackens with terror. But at the very same instant, you sweep your arm under her, keeping her from falling into the water.
You pull Vivian upright and against your body. She's so thin that you can feel her little ribcage against your fingers as you hold her.
Ms. Carte grabs the bodyboard before it floats away, and holds it by her side.
"What are you doing?" Vivian demands.
Keeping her held tight, you back away, deeper into the cool sea, the water slowly submersing you to the waist. The warmth of Vivian's body translated through her slick swimsuit is heavenly.
"Alabaster," Vivian says, kicking her feet underneath the water. "I-- I admit to being rather terrified at this juncture."
"Why are you scared?" you ask. "I've got ahold of you."
"Please don't let go."
"You're like a broken record, you know? I'm not going to let go of you."
"Not ever?"
"Well," you laugh cruelly, "I can't promise THAT much--"
"Alabasterrr--" she whines.
You nuzzle the top of her head to let her know you're joking. She sighs sweetly.
"Just so you're aware," Ms. Carte says, "I recommend against vaginal intercourse. For a number of reasons. First of all, we don't know what kind of effect it will have on either of you. Secondly--"
Ms. Carte sighs as she watches your mutual nuzzling become a deep and tender tongue-kiss. You and Vivian stare at one another with heavily lidded eyes.
"Well, I guess you're going to do what you want to, huh?" Ms. Carte says. "Just try not to cause Armageddon. And don't say I didn't tell you so."
She turns and wades back to the shore.
"Intercourse..." Vivian repeats, pulling back from you. "Should we...?"
"Well-- if you want," you tell her.
You rub her board-flat chest through her swimsuit, teasing her nipples to hardness. She oohs and aahs at your touch, lips contorting into a lustful grimace. You nibble on her tiny earlobe.
"There are-- others, nearby," Vivian says. And she's right. There are plenty of people around now. Cerise is still sunbathing, Mom and Whitney are still tussling in the water a couple dozen yards away -- the two Spancers are playing around on shore, Ms. Carte is conversing with Gustav -- even Rose is returning to the island from her little excursion. All around you, the beach buzzes with activity.
"It's fine," you whisper. "No one can see what's happening under the surface."
You step out of your trunks, reveling in the sinful feeling of being a skinnydipper. Your hot cock presses insistently against Vivian's bottom. She chews on her lip and flushes, turning a shade of crimson.
"What do you want?" you ask, running kisses up and down her face and neck, groping her lasciviously. If anyone from civilized society saw you right now, they would certainly brand you a molester -- after all, that's exactly what you're doing -- but here in this island paradise, it doesn't matter. Underneath the surface, Vivian rubs her legs against your thighs and her feet against your knees.
"I-I want..." she stammers. "S-sex."
"What was that? Didn't quite hear you."
"I w-want you to please... have sex. W-with me."
"Hmm, I'm not sure how to do that. What does that kind of thing involve, exactly? Be specific."
Vivian cranes her head back, straining to look up into your taunting eyes. "I want you to take your-- your penis-- and then..."
She trails off, blushing.
"My penis, check," you say. You thrust your cock in between her thighs, rubbing it against her darling cameltoe. "What should I do with it?"
"I-inside," she says. "Inside of me."
You turn her around in your arms so that she faces you. She braces herself against you, palms flat against your chest, as you reach down and tug her onepiece to the side far enough to permit entry.
"Here?" you ask, rubbing your thumb against her puffed-out, pulsing slit. "Inside your cunt?"
"Y-yes," she says, nodding. "Inside my c-c-cunt." She stumbled adorably on the profane language.
You pull her close. She hugs you, her spindly arms linking together across your back. You grip your cock by the base and guide it home, rubbing your head against her impossibly small pussy lips.
"This might hurt," you warn her.
You thrust.
"Ah!" she moans. Even though only the head is in, she registers pain at the sudden invasion. She locks her legs around your waist and hunches up as if trying to curl into a ball around you, as you tear away her virginity.
You push forward, meeting rubbery resistance as inch by agonizing inch of your cock shaft slides into the suckling tightness of her insides. Her walls cling against you, stretching to their very limits. It's almost painful even for you.
You aren't halfway in before your cockhead hits the hard nubbin of her cervix and can't progress further.
You begin to pull out, but she stops you, tapping you on the back. You stare into her eyes.
"More," she tells you. "I want all of you..."
You marvel at this tiny, birdlike creature in your arms. "Are you sure?" you ask, feeling her cunt muscles contract around your dick -- your dick that is much, much too large to be raping itself into such a small body.
"All of you," she repeats.
You thrust forward again. This brings a new round of pained mewls from poor Vivian. She digs her fingernails into your back but endures it as your force your cock past the ring of her cervix and forward, forward into her very womb. Her uterus balloons out and expands to grip the head of your dick, like a tiny little onahole, but the position still leaves a couple inches of your shaft outside of her body.
"More..." she pants. "All of it..."
You push forward, completely violating her virgin body. Her womb expands and stretches to accomodate your fuck-shaft.
When you're fully inside of her, you allow her a moment to adjust. She squirms and wiggles, impaled on you.
"It feels--" she begins. She looks up at you. "It feels good."
"Really?"
"It feels very good. Very... mmm~... very good. I'm full with you. I'm completely full with you."
"Oh God, Vivian, if you say things like that--"
"It's okay," she says. "You can ejaculate inside of me whenever you want. My womb is made to hold your sperm."
"Fuck, Vivian..." You pull out and thrust into her, jostling her small body, causing her teeth to clatter. "Fuck. You're so tight. You're so little..."
"Yes," she agrees. "Then -- please accept me as your little cum receptacle."
"Fuuuck," you groan. Her womb, cervix, and pussy spasm all around you. It's hot, snug -- and so incredibly nasty. You lay your cheek against her head and fuck yourself in and out of her child-sized hole to your heart's content.
You could break her, completely ruin her, and she wouldn't mind it at all.
"Say that again," you tell her.
"Please use me as your little cum receptacle."
You rub her clit with a thumb as her reward. "I love you," you tell her.
"I... love you, too."
"I'm going to cum inside of you. I'm going to let all of my cum out inside of you."
You pound yourself into her three more times, each one harder than the last. Slam-- slam-- SLAM-- and then you drain your aching balls into her little loli fuckhole, her little quivering womb that exists only to hold your cum. Your cock spits and spews and blows rope after slimy rope of cum inside of her, marking her as yours forever.
You kiss her, and she screams her own orgasm into your mouth.
GIRLS FUCKED: 4/6