Chapter 2
Christine enjoyed the long ride out to Long Island. She had a good view of the landscape as it passed swiftly by. She had never traveled alone before, except for short rides on the city buses. It made her feel very grown-up and self-sufficient to be allowed to go so far alone.
Her grandfather was waiting for her at the station. She saw him from the window of the train before they had even stopped moving. She rolled her window up and waved to him, but he didn't see her. She took the opportunity to observe his suntanned face and his little white goatee. She thought that he looked very dignified and she was glad that he was her grandfather. He walked with a cane with which he menaced other people who got in his way. She knew that he could be gruff with other people, but he was never that way with her.
She stepped down from the platform and the porter threw her bag after her. She ran into her grandfather's arms. He knelt down to receive her.
"Christine, child, here I am," he howled at her in his excitement and waved his cane.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! I'm here." She ran towards him.
He pressed her in his arms and tickled her nose and cheek with his beard. He always made her laugh when he kissed her. She jumped up and down in front of him.
"What present have you got for me?" she repeated over and over again.
He said that she would have to wait until they got to the house to get her present. He wouldn't even tell her what it was until they got there. He called a taxi and gave the address of his cottage by the shore. He held his arm around her shoulder and hugged her to him as they rode along.
When they arrived at the house he carried the bag in himself sending the cabbie off immediately. He wanted to be alone with his granddaughter whom he hadn't seen for almost a year. He sat down in his rocking chair and turned her around before him in his wrinkled hands. She was taller and plumper than she had been after her mother died. He judged that her stepfather had been keeping her happy and well-fed. He was pleased.
He had been lonely over the long winter months. And after the settlement the lawyers had made, he had spent his time waiting impatiently for the summer when his granddaughter would visit him. The thought of seeing her again had obsessed his mind.
He observed her critically now. Her hair had remained blonde as it had always been. She looked more like her mother every year. She was the image of her mother as a child. He wondered if she was just as wild and full of life as her mother had been at that age. He remembered how curious she had been as a child about her anatomy. How she had loved to run around the house naked. How she would sneak into his bed at night and play with his penis and testicles. They had been her favorite toys.
"Grandpa, what gift have you got for me?" She persisted in her inquiry. She was a mercenary little thing, but he thought that perfectly natural. He wanted her to be strong and self-interested. That was the only way to get along in the modern world.
He took a box from the bookcase behind him. She opened the ribbon with excited fingers and drew off the cover. It contained assorted sticks of sugar candy. The sticks were of all different colors made especially to delight a child.
"Oh, thank you, Grandpa." She was very polite and kissed him on the cheek. He picked her up and sat her in his lap and rocked back and forth in his chair while she stuck a green stick of candy into her mouth.
She sucked on it noisily and pulled it in and out from between her lips. It grew glossy with wetness and she revolved it around inside her mouth sensuously. The saliva collected at the sides of her mouth and her quick tongue would slip out now and again to lick the excess away.
"You must be tired, my dear, after your long journey. I think you should take a nap before you go out to play."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom that he had specially prepared for her. It had cheerful yellow wallpaper and a large, bouncy bed. He had decorated it with stuffed animals so that she shouldn't feel lonely. He laid her small body down on the bed. She still clung to the box of candy that he had given her.
"Grandpa, he down beside me until I fall asleep like my daddy does."
He rested his back against the headboard and began to help her undress. He undid the bow at the back of her dress and it unfolded from her body like the wings of a butterfly.
He folded it neatly and lay it at the foot of the bed. Her top half was naked now and just her cotton panties remained. He admired her soft skin and patted the curls on her head. He undid the elastic around her ponytail so that the curls hung freely around her shoulders.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep with the candy still pressed inside her mouth. He found his hand wandering over his body. He loosened his collar as he felt himself growing drowsy with the midday heat. He unbuckled his belt with the intention of taking a nap with her, but found that he felt too excited to relax.
His hand brushed over her soft red nipples and they puckered erotically at his touch. He pressed a finger over each one playfully and pressed them into her chest and then released them so that they bounced up again. He was delighted at the resiliency of her young body.
His hands traveled over her tender round stomach. He let his thumb rest inside her navel and she moved uncomfortably on the bed. He removed his hand so as not to disturb her and loosened his pants, undoing the fly so that his trousers hung loosely around his hips. Then he began to explore her body once again.
He nestled his fingers under the elastic band that held up her panties. He felt the warm mound of venus rising under his hand with every breath that she took. He could feel his own dick moving restlessly between his legs. It seemed to inflate with every quiver of her pussy and every breath that she took.
His mind became hazy as he pressed his body up against her. His pants came down around his hips and his semi-erect penis poked from the open seam in his shorts. He rubbed it against her soft skin over and over again. She rolled over in her sleep and poked her round ass into his crotch. He placed his hand on top of her bony child's hip and moved his dick next to her clean white underwear. He could feel the crack in her ass through the material. His dick became firmer with every rub.
He rolled her over on the bed towards him, and still she slept on. Children have the power to sleep through anything it seems. You can walk them from one room to the next and they won't remember it the next morning. Christine's grandfather knew this sacred power and counted on it to keep her unconscious while he satisfied his desperate need.
He turned himself around on the bed until her face was at a level with his crotch. He removed the candy from her mouth and poked his long, thin member between her lips in its stead. She sucked on it willingly not noticing the difference, accepting the substitution without letting it disturb her sleep. He wiggled it into her warm mouth and she opened her lips to take it all inside. He felt her lips close around it again and he could pop it in and out now and she would never let it fall.
While he moved restlessly beside her on the bed, letting her suck his stiff member like a stick of candy, he lowered her panties over her thighs and pressed his lips to her tender pubis. It was completely hairless, but warm. The skin that covered it was puffy but extremely soft. He could detect the crack that denoted the beginning of her pussy and he let his tongue slip between the delicate lips.
She pressed herself up against his body affectionately and he let his tongue have free reign between her legs. The top leg fell to the side behind her so that he was able to lick inside her without prying her legs apart and disturbing her rest. He pressed the labia aside so that he could see the tender clitoris sticking up like a small pink peak of passion. He fastened his lips around it and took it deep inside his mouth feeling her take the full length of his cock in her own.
She was sucking him down passionately now. He felt her tongue wrapped wetly around his throbbing member and her saliva wetting it deliciously. It had been a long time since he had indulged in any activity of this sort, but the shadow of his formerly tireless body returned to him at this time. He seemed to be reliving the past. His member responded to the memory of his conquests and struck forward willfully. He began to thrust with his knees and thighs, to work it into her powerfully until he could feel her mouth gurgling around it like a whispering spring.
He could feel the veins bulging with the blood of his youth. He held her thighs powerfully in his arms as he rested his bearded chin between her thighs and rested his face on her quivering mound of venus. He plunged it inside her again and again with strength and feeling. It grew in her mouth like a withered stalk that has suddenly been revived by the spring rains. She sucked him down deliciously into her throat and he could hear her whimpering in her sleep. It reminded him of all the women he had ever known, who had been made limp and suffered loudly at his amorous attentions.
It suddenly seemed appropriate to him that a child should reawaken passion in his ancient limbs. Her youth and unconsciousness seemed to complement his age and experience. He knew precisely what he was doing, but was able to hide the immorality of it away from his rational mind. She remained completely innocent and knew not what she was about.
He felt her lips retaining his cock inside her. She sucked on it thirstily and he had not the strength to move. He let it linger inside her and felt her drawing it out longer and longer. His dick began to shiver and throb and finally spurted forth its luscious juices inside her. He watched her throat move as she swallowed his succulent emission down. He rolled over, removing his dick from her loving lips and fell asleep beside her.
Christine awoke with a burning sensation in her cunt. She moved her fingers sensitively between the lips and felt that it was raw and irritated, though she didn't know why. It was probably the effect of her grandfather's beard agitating against her tender lips, but she had no memory of the escapade.
She was thirsty as well. Her mouth tasted distinctly salty and rather dry. She nudged her grandfather beside her and told him her complaints. He smiled at her knowingly and told her to put on her bathing suit and they would go swimming.
She dressed in a little bikini that her father had bought her especially for her vacation at the shore. It was red and blue and gold. The pants were low-cut so that her navel showed alluringly before her. Upon each of her bony hips rested a golden clasp that attached the two halves together. The top was suspended from around her neck and tied behind her. It formed a triangle over her breasts. She had a long, slinky midsection and slender waist that would all be exposed to the healthful rays of the sun.
Her grandfather took her to the beach. They walked down the sandy shoreline until they reached the area that was under the surveillance of the lifeguard. Grandfather set up his chair and his umbrella and sent her off to play by herself. He collapsed in his chair and soon fell back to sleep after his strenuous exertion of the earlier afternoon. She sat beside his chair for a few moments digging in the sand. Then she went off to explore on her own.
Christine was of a naturally curious disposition. She went off with her bucket looking for shells. The tide was out and she was able to wander far out onto the wet sand that a few hours before had been the floor of the ocean. She watched the sand mush up between her toes. It felt all oozy and cold and she liked it. Soon the waves were splashing around her ankles and she was running away from them and then chasing them back as they receded. She was not at all aware that someone was observing her closely.
Jim was a big strong lifeguard. He took the same job every year as it gave him the opportunity to get a good tan and relax in the sun. He liked to watch the little girls play in the sand. He felt very protectively towards them as he had felt towards his little sister.
His little sister June had died of pneumonia when she was eight years old and he was twelve, but he had sworn that he would never forget her. It had made a deep impression on his adolescent mind and even though it was now ten years later he hadn't forgotten her. Every now and then he'd meet another little girl who reminded him of June, and he would take her under his wing. He would be afraid that there was always some evil lurking around them and would try to protect them from it so that they wouldn't die as June had.
Through his spy glasses Jim noticed a little blonde child on the beach. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She had clear blue eyes and lovely smooth white skin. Her hair curled over her back and she was playing dangerously close to the breakers which were beginning to come in again with the tide. He watched her fearfully awaiting the opportunity to save her from the clutches of the deadly sea.
She ran up and down the shoreline without the least bit of fear. He was amazed and shocked at her lack of caution. Finally a big wave came up behind her and knocked her over. He gasped and rose to his feet, but before he could make a move she was up on her feet again and laughing.
During his break he came down from his high tower and looked for her among the crowds; he had to talk to her. Jim couldn't communicate with many people. He was at his best with children. He seemed to understand them and was good at amusing them. All the children on the beach loved him which was why he was hired again as lifeguard each year. Where other young men got tired of watching the monotonous rolling of the waves, were burned by the constant beating of the sun against their skin, Jim thrived on it. He never grew weary or bored and he always tanned and never burned. He seemed perfectly suited to his job and received good tips for his obvious dedication.
He approached the child he had been watching from above. He singled her out easily by the unique colors and style of her bathing suit. He went up to her and smiled. She smiled in a friendly, self-assured way and he felt sure that he wouldn't frighten her if he spoke to her.
"Hi. I'm Jim the lifeguard. You're new here aren't you?"
"My name is Christine. I'm visiting my grandfather. I'm glad to meet you." She held out her hand to him politely.
He took her cool little hand in his own big paw and shook it gently. He liked the feel of her soft skin against his own weather beaten flesh.
"Do you know how to swim? The ocean can be dangerous if you don't know how to take care of yourself. Would you like me to take you in the water and teach you a thing or two?" he asked her in a kind voice that she immediately liked.
"I'm afraid to go in the water. The waves look too big."
"Well, once you get out among them they won't seem so bad. I promise I'll look after you. I'd like to teach you to swim if you wanted to learn."
She took his big hand again and let him lead her out into the ocean. The water was extremely cold but it felt good against her overheated body. When it reached her crotch it irritated her little pussy with its salt. It burned her and made her conscious of its presence between her legs with every step that she took.
He grasped around her narrow waist and told her to kick her feet. She followed his instructions faithfully. She felt secure with his strong hands around her body. Then he grabbed her by the seat of her bathing suit. It lifted away from her ass and he was able to look at her plump buttocks and see the tender crack that parted them. He couldn't help watching the rhythm of her thighs and ass as she kicked her legs. When he set her on her feet again her bathing suit top had been set askew and one roseate nipple poked over the top of her suit. He lifted the material gently back over her breast and his finger contacted the soft nipple for a moment. He felt a thrill pass through his whole body.
He had never known a child to be so sexy. Usually he felt affectionate toward the kids who were put into his care on the beach. But he was aware of a definite sexual attraction to this young thing. He poked his hand down into the water next to his crotch and rearranged his dick and balls in a more comfortable position.
"What's that out there?" Christine asked pointing to something floating out on the horizon.
"That's the float. It's made for swimmers to rest on. But none of the people around here seem to be strong enough to make it out that far. It's like a raft, only it's resting on empty oil drums that help to keep it afloat."
"Oh, I see. Have you ever been out there?"
"Sure. It's nice. The sea is all around you and you can't even hear any of the noises from the beach. I could take you out there if you wanted."
"Yes, I'd like that. Please take me."
He hoisted her up on his slippery back and told her to hang on tight. Then he started off through the deep water with a strong stroke. He drove them through the waves which frequently swept over his head. But he would always hold his breath and never seemed to weaken. She grasped her arms around his neck so that her head never fell below the water.
He felt her crotch moving against his back. She pressed herself tightly to him and her little breasts stuck to his back. He could feel her moving up and down on his back, slipping seductively over his wet skin. Her hair dangled in moist wisps over his neck and face. He took a strand of it in his mouth and sucked on it. It tasted delightfully salty and he wrapped it around his tongue as he propelled them both through the water.
When they reached the float he hoisted her up over the side. Then he pressed his hands onto the wooden surface and rocked it down to the level of the sea and pushed himself over its side. He lay panting on the deck and she sat beside him with her hair hung over her shoulder and dripping delightfully onto his chest. She let her hand play on his hairy torso. She wrapped the curls around her little fingers and laughed at the way his chest expanded as he breathed heavily after his long swim.
He pressed his hand against the back of her head and made her lay her ear against his nipple. She listened to the loud pounding of his heart. It seemed to send sound waves through her whole body. Then he pushed her on top of himself and they tussled together playfully, rolling over and over on the surface of the float. He was careful never to land on her too heavily and she giggled excitedly as they played this new game.
They came to the edge of the raft and he settled himself on top of her. Her head hung over the edge and the wavelets jumped up against the side of the float and splashed her face. She could see the blue sky above and feel the rolling motion of the float underneath them making the surrounding seascape bob dizzily up and down. She closed her eyes and inhaled the delectable sea air deeply.
Jim was looking down at her as he supported his own heavy bulk over her slender body. Her hair was moist and limp as it fell over the edge of the raft. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. He pressed his lips to them to feel their heat. Then he began moving the lower half of his body sensuously over her, rubbing his genitals across her legs and crotch.
"What are you doing?" She opened her eyes and asked curiously.
"I'm scratching myself."
"I itch down there too. Maybe we could take our suits off and scratch each other," she suggested with a giggle.
He was surprised at her candidness. He wondered if she could possibly suspect his intentions. She was too young to know much about sex and he couldn't imagine that she knew how easily she was letting herself in for a surprise. A big surprise at that.
He helped her to slip off the bottom of her bathing suit and entrusted her crotch to his hand while she undid the top. She showed him where it itched and he said that he would try to make it feel better. He lay himself across the float with his head between her legs. He pressed her thighs apart and inspected the red, irritated lips of her pussy. Then he poked his tongue in and began licking the whole surface of it very tenderly.
"Oh, that feels good, lick it some more."
He obliged her willingly letting his tongue loose and lapping her all over. Finally he found her tender clitty and sucked it between his lips. He could hear her moaning and feel her palpitating underneath him. He pressed her hand against her stomach to keep her still while he worked her over. He felt his erection nudging against his pants and loosened the string that held his balls and dick close to his body inside his swimsuit. Then he pulled the suit over his thighs and kicked it from his ankles.
He swung his body over hers with a little leap. He lowered his knees on either side of her body so that his dick dangled in her face. She began to slap it back and forth playfully. He didn't care what she did with it as long as he felt her possessing it in one way or another. He knew that it would eventually occur to her to put it in her mouth. Children put everything in their mouths sooner or later.
Christine examined his dick curiously. She had never seen the naked member at such close quarters before. She liked the feel of the soft head of it. It was a lovely red color. She teased the bulging veins that ran along the length of it, running her fingers over them with soft tickling strokes. Finally she poked her pointy little tongue out of her mouth and licked the tip of his dick. It tasted salty and made her thirsty for more. She pulled down on his balls and lowered the long shaft into her mouth where she began to suck on it sensuously.
He began to lick her out voraciously as he raised and lowered himself into her moist mouth. He felt her take the whole length of him in and then hang onto it with her lips as he pulled it out again. Then she pushed his dick aside and cupped her hand over his hairy balls. She stuffed both of them into her mouth at once. Her tongue ran over them wetting and tickling them sensitively. She had a delicate touch and never hurt him in the slightest. Inexperience didn't seem to matter. She knew instinctively what to do.
He poked his finger up her twat and his nail came up against the hymen which he poked a couple of times just for fun. He would wait till later to puncture it permanently. He just wanted to make sure that she was a virgin as he suspected. It moved him passionately that a little virgin like Christine could take to this sexual game so quickly, like a fish to water, as it were. She snapped up the bait so eagerly that he was sure he would have no trouble getting into her. No matter how tight her twat, she would cooperate. He was proud of the way he had of winning children's confidence, though he had never thought of using his talent to this illicit end before.
Now that his dick was weighing heavily between his legs and she seemed to be tiring of playing with his toys, he decided to get down to business. He turned her over on her back and told her that they were going to play a little game of horsey. When he told her to, she should buck and move as one expected a horse to do and he would try and hang on to her and ride her if he could. She said that that sounded like fun and lifted her ass cooperatively up in the air.
He held her plush little bottom between his knees and pointed his spur at her tight little twat. He pushed the head of his member up against the place where he knew the entrance to her pleasure palace lay. He grabbed her plump ass in his hands and shoved forward with a quick driving motion. He felt the muscles at the entrance give way and the head sank inside her. It came up against the membrane that was spread protectively across her canal and he drove himself in with a twist and a push that sent them both flying forward. He landed heavily on top of her and she began to writhe in terror.
The more she twisted and pulled and pushed, the deeper he was imbedded inside her tight little twat. She moaned beneath his heavy weight wondering if he were trying to kill her. Finally, she just lay still and let him work out his aggressions.
He socked it into her again and again. His member grew thicker and thicker as she was so tight around him. But he could feel her juicing up and it began to be easier for him to thrust and pull. He put his hands underneath her stomach and inside her crotch. He grasped her little clitty between his knuckles as he pulled her on and off him.
He was fucking her hard and fast now. Her body was lifted completely off the ground as he flung her in every direction. Finally he felt himself explode like a balloon that had been pumped too full. He plunged it in to the hilt and felt himself unleash a gush of semen inside her. She was forced forward by the strength of his climax. She fell off his cock exuding blood and semen from her tender little hole. He bent to her pussy and licked her aching wound.