Chapter 3
Something strange had happened to her out on the ocean. The big lifeguard had taken her in his arms as her father often did, but then something had happened: he had invaded her private regions with his thick probe. She had felt like one of those little fish that wind up on a big hook. The fisherman would pull it up from the waves and let it wiggle around sensuously for a few moments until he could grab hold of it and release it. Then he would throw it back in the sea with blood dribbling from its mouth.
She had felt the sharp pain of the hook inside her loins, and the blood dripping from her thighs, as he probed his rod inside her looking for his own release. He had stretched her out good and proper until her muscles went loose with the struggle. Then she had floundered beneath him as under some huge wave and let his foaming liquids surge inside her.
This was sex she knew. She felt old with the awareness. Back in the beach cottage with her grandfather she spent a quiet evening thinking it all over. She sat on her grandfather's lap as he rocked in his chair. She tried to feel the thing between his legs. She wondered if she had the power to make it rise from the tomb of old age. He seemed satisfied to just rock back and forth with her small body clasped in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to hold her.
She wondered what it was that made the magic wand rise up between a man's thighs. She had seen her father naked many times, with his snake dangling lifeless between his legs. Once she had even seen it stiff and erect, but he had covered himself and been angry at its appearance.
She had had a bad dream and gone running into Popsy's room to be comforted. She had climbed into his warm bed and nestled herself next to his strong comforting body. Then she had felt it prodding her in the back. Her father had wrapped the sheet around him so that she could no longer feel the bristling hairs of his manliness. He hid himself away from her and she had cried. Then he had gotten angry, saying that she was too old to sleep in his bed. It wasn't proper. He had carried her into her own room and sat up with her until she had fallen asleep again.
Why was that? Why wouldn't he let her sleep with him? It was obvious to her now that it was his penis that had come between them. He hadn't wanted to show her the magic rod between his legs because it wasn't proper. The evil of intimacy haunted her. She was glad to have achieved that closeness with Jim, the lifeguard. Now she would know what to expect from men. She could make them play her own games.
Christine found that she couldn't sleep the next morning. The sun came in too brightly through the window and she awoke before seven. She decided to take a walk out on the beach by herself. She wanted to explore the dunes that made mountainous ridges further down the shore. They were wild and jungly in her imagination.
She dressed in shorts and sandals and a little midi-blouse that exposed her stomach and pulled off the shoulders at the elastic neckline. She combed her bright yellow hair with a brush until it was satisfactorily glossy and started out on her lonely hike.
There was no one else on the beach and she must have walked a mile before she came to the dunes. She began to walk among them with the thick sand slowing her down. The sand gathered inside the sole of her sandals and made her feet heavy. It was hard work just walking now that the sum had come up hot and strong. She began to grow tired and feel thirsty. Then she smelled the odor of food frying and saw a little cloud of smoke rising just beyond the next ridge. She walked towards it with curiosity.
She crawled up one side of the dune as she had seen soldiers do in a war picture that took place in the desert. There was a ragged man on the other side cooking eggs over a small fire. She observed him for a while without his noticing. He was unshaven and sat on a rolled-up sleeping bag while he flipped his eggs in the pan.
Then suddenly she sneezed and he turned around in surprise. First his mouth hung open and his eyes looked at her suspiciously. Then he smiled when he saw it was only a child.
"Hello, sweetie. What brings you out so early?"
"My grandfather lives down the beach and I came out for a walk. I'm the first one out this morning."
"Well maybe so. But I've been here all night."
"You slept on the beach?"
"Sure. This is my home. You're sitting in my kitchen as a matter of fact. My bedroom's over there." He pointed to a gully formed by four dunes that had a bed of reeds laid out in its pit. "I like it out among the stars. Sleeping outside is fine in the summer."
"I don't know. I'm from the city. I've never slept outside."
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm thirsty."
He took a canteen from his knapsack and apologized because the water would be warm by now. She took a drink from the metal lip, inexpertly, and the water dribbled over her chin as well as down her throat. He took the opportunity to reach out his hand to her and wipe the drops from her face and neck.
Her skin felt delightfully cool and soft. His hands were dirty and he drew them back in shame. She felt sorry for him and smiled back as if to tell him that she didn't mind. Then she took another swig at the canteen.
The sun shone brightly on her blonde hair setting it all aglow. She sat on top of the dune now while he was below in the gully tending his fire. Her chubby legs stretched down next to him with the small, bristling, golden hairs making a down over her white skin. She had the long legs of adolescence. He admired them, but she didn't seem to notice him staring, or else she enjoyed it. It had been a long time since he had had a woman. He kept telling himself that she was only a little girl.
She pulled her white blouse down from her shoulders. The elastic had left red, irritated marks where it had rested and she rubbed these soothingly with her hand. Her shoulders were curved and glistened slightly with sweat. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he gulped down his eggs. The yellow dribbled over the corner of his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. She crossed her legs and he could see the shadowy curve of her lower buttocks inside her short pants.
"How old are you?" he asked her casually.
"I'm ten."
"Oh I thought maybe you were older than that." He had been hoping he would have more reason for the feeling of passion she was arousing in him. He massaged his crotch with frustration.
"Do you itch there too?" she asked him suddenly. "Everyone I meet seems to have the itch." He laughed at this with great hilarity, slapping his knee and falling off his sleeping bag into the sand.
"It's a human itch, I'm afraid. You've met it before, you say?"
Christine was anxious to see his goods. She wanted to see the magic wand of a penis rise again. It intrigued her that she had found a new power within herself. She could kindle a fire in a man that would make his rod smolder between his legs. She wanted to see it red and eager with passion. She wanted to tease it and make it beg for satisfaction. There was something exciting about this thing called sex.
It was a new game that she wanted to learn.
"Would you like to soothe my itch, little girl?" He grabbed her hand which rested beside her on the sand bank. He pulled on it and she slid down next to him in the gully.
"I could try, if you like."
"I'd like that very much."
He unloosened the piece of rope that held his pants up instead of a belt. They fell from his skinny hips and he pushed them down until his thin buttocks rested on the warm sand. He had his hands between his legs now massaging his balls and prick with energy. Then he grabbed her hand and thrust it between his thighs.
She could feel the bristling hairiness of him. It tickled her palm and she giggled as his dick writhed in her hand. He let his leg slide straight out in front of him and now she could see his snaky member. It was encrusted with scabs and she drew back her hand in horror.
"What's the matter, little girl? You asked for it. Don't you like it?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"Oh, it just needs a little loving. Put your nice warm hand over it. That makes it feel much better."
"No, I won't."
"Oh yes you will. If you don't jerk me off real nice, I'll make you suck it."
Her mouth hung open with horror. He grabbed her hand from behind her back where it had been hiding and put it between his legs again where he held it with his knees firmly in place. She had no choice but to let it dangle amidst his balls and prick.
"Now put your little hand around it and jerk me off properly. Nice and smooth and be careful of the scabs."
She cooperated with him as she realized that at any moment he could overpower her and make her swallow it inside her mouth.
She gripped his long lanky snake in her hand and marveled that the injured animal could wriggle and grow as it now did at her touch. She could see the scales dropping off it as it became thick in her hand. She moved her fingers over the scaly skin softly, pulling it back and forth behind the head.
"You do that real good. But I don't feel it enough. Harder, you little bitch."
With this he encompassed her little hand in his big fist and made it surround his scabby member. She could feel the surface of it scratching her hand as the red head popped out behind her palm. Her gaze seemed attached to the bursting red tip as if she were hypnotized. He noticed her stare and grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand. He pushed her slowly down over his knee until he could feel her small breasts through the thin blouse and her lips were pressed to the inflamed head of his member.
Christine struggled in his grasp, but he pressed her on-to it with a strength and a will that were beyond her own. She came down upon it with her eyes still staring. It grew larger and larger until the sand and the beach were no longer visible and all that remained of reality was the large, perturbed head of his cock. She felt it press between her lips and the soft skin nestled tenderly, red on red. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to loll her sweet tongue around its smooth surface. Her hand still grasped the scratchy shaft of it which she was now pumping into her own mouth.
There was no way out. It was inevitable that she should wind up in this position. She realized that she had a fatal attraction to the male member and that it would always seek her out now that she had learned its powers. She couldn't resist it. It seemed to call to her for satisfaction like some mystical vibration that passed through her young body and held mastery over it.
He pressed the back of her neck massagingly with his hand. He could feel the short hairs under his fingers and feel the long ones dangling softly between his legs. She was good. Her mouth was delightfully moist. Her hand was energetic and untiring. He thought that he could go on like this for the rest of the afternoon. He hadn't received such tender attention for a long time.
Then he began to grow more and more excited. He pumped his ass up and down in the sand and pressed her over his knee with one hand until she was almost upside down.
He had her ass propped up on his knee and it bulged delightfully inside her shorts in this position. He found himself whacking her across her buttocks with energy as she sucked and jerked him off. He landed sounding blows across the cheeks which pushed her mouth deeper onto his prick. Her legs began to flail in the air and he pinched her all over her little plush bottom with delight.
He could feel himself throbbing and vibrating under her succulent lips. The sun beat down on him and he began to sweat profusely as she worked him over. He began to groan with the labors and finally he held her head between his legs with both hands and shot himself deep inside her mouth. Her lips closed around his scabby shaft and she swallowed his scum with disgust. He wouldn't let her rise even after he had shot his load. He made her wallow on top of the member as it went soft.
Christine was choking and sobbing. He finally released her and her head came up like a person who had been held under the water too long. She choked and heaved and sobbed. There was scum running out her nose and her face was red with emotion. Then she stared up behind him in shocked amazement. The ass felt a hand come down heavily on his shoulder and pick him up by his shirt.
Christine watched the policeman pick up her companion by his neck as if he were a puppy or a doll. He shook the man fiercely once or twice and then jabbed his heavy knee into his groin. The cop released him and watched him double over in pain. He smiled at a job well done. He rolled the man over in the sand kicking some grains in his eyes. His polished boots shone in the sunlight. Then he looked at Christine with concern.
"Did he hurt you, sweetheart?"
"Only a little. He made me do nasty things. He's a bad man."
"You shouldn't be wandering out on the beach alone. Your grandfather was worried about you and called us. I figured you might be down here among the dunes. You kids love to play here. Unfortunately it's not safe with characters like that wandering around. Come on now. I'll take you home."
He picked her up off the ground by her arm and brushed off the seat of her pants with his strong red hand. He let it linger for a moment over her fleshy buttocks thinking what a nice ass she had for such a little girl. He helped her over the side of the dune out onto the flat beach where his horse stood waiting.
"Oh. You have a horse. I like to ride. My father takes me horseback riding in Central Park sometimes."
"How would you like to come back to the stable with me? We could call your granddad from there and tell him you're in good hands."
"Oh, I'd like that. I love horses."
He lifted her up onto the saddle and then climbed on behind her. She could feel the high front of the saddle pushing her thighs apart irritatingly and driving the seam of her pants up between her nether lips. They started off at a trot and she could feel his knobby fingers resting in front of her lap where he held the reins. His heavy body bounced up and down behind her and she moved uncomfortably in the lump cove of his thighs.
The wind blew in her hair and made it fly back luxuriously over his blue shirted chest. He could feel himself growing warm with the heat of the horse and the passion that was growing between his thighs. He grasped her plush hips between his legs as he rode, massaging himself into the crack of her little ass. He began to canter in a hurry to get back to the stable and show her his other horse.
She could feel him surrounding her with his large arms and muscular thighs as they rode. The speed of the journey excited her. There seemed to be an unspoken urgency in the body of the horse and its master. Once again she was caught up in a strong male grip that carried her off to a world of passion.
They arrived at the barn hot and panting. He helped her down feeling her body limp with sweat. He took her inside the cool shade of the dank smelling building. The first thing he did was to call her grandfather from a phone inside and tell him that he had found Christine and would bring her back home soon.
"You look all hot. How would you like to go under a hose for a while and cool off?" He knew that children loved to do this and it would give him the opportunity to see her body naked and decide whether or not he should try and make it with her. She might be too young.
"I don't know if that would be proper."
"Don't be shy, honey. I'm gonna hose myself down as well."
He began to undress. He sat down on an unpainted wooden bench and took his shirt off. His muscles bulged and shone with sweat as he began to pull off his high, black boots. Then he lowered his riding pants and she watched for his magic wand between his legs. It bulged inside his underwear.
"What are you looking at? That's not fair. I want to see you too. Maybe I'll let your ride my horse if you're a good girl."
Christine thought about what he said. That's what Jim had said when they had gone out to the raft. Let's play horsey. She did not doubt that he had the same game in mind.
He helped her pull her thin blouse off over her head. Her blonde hair hung luxuriously over her shoulders and down to the soft pink nipples that starred her chest. He nudged them gently with his calloused fingers and she looked up at him with her big blue eyes, questioningly. Her long lashes fluttered and she closed her eyes in enjoyment. He could see that she was feeling what she was supposed to feel. She was ready for sex he decided. Little girls grew up fast these days.
She unfastened her shorts at the side and let them fall to the ground. They both stood in their underwear now. He was the first to remove his. His large dick stood out thickly before him. He twanged it a couple of times in his hand and it seemed to grow longer before her eyes. He moved in front of her and pulled her white panties off her little hips. He massaged the soft flesh between his palms and then let her stoop to gather her clothes and place them neatly on the little bench.
He admired her supple, young body. She didn't have much up front, but her legs were long and her ass was delightfully chubby. The cheeks stuck out behind her firm and perky. He turned the hose on and let her run before it. He splashed her chest with it and watched the nipples pucker irritatedly at the contact of the cold water. She grasped her arms around her chest and turned her back to him. He drilled her tender buttocks with the strong spray. The water dripped down sensuously between her legs.
Then he handed the hose to her and let her soak his body. She watched the curling hairs on his chest absorb the water and cling to his body in an intricate pattern. She hosed him under his hairy arms and in his crotch where his penis wagged about playfully under the moving stream. It bobbed and dangled delightfully. She wanted to hold it in her hands and feel its wet wriggling length in her hand. It was smooth and slippery-looking. It bore little resemblance to the disgustingly scaly snake of the pervert which had possessed her earlier.
Now she lifted the jet of water to her mouth and drank from it in long gasping slurps. He watched over her like a big genie and waited for her to finish drinking so that he could begin.
He turned off the water and took the hose from her hand and dropped it on the ground. His eyes never left her body. He put his hand on her shoulder and let it slip down her wet skin, over her flat breast and down her smooth stomach to the hairless mound of Venus that felt warm under his hand. It seemed to throb with its own inner tension and he smiled down at her kindly.
Then he picked her up bodily and carried her off to a stall and laid her down in the straw. Her hair spread out light against the golden straw. The blades clung to her wet body which was so light that she hardly sunk into it at all. He dropped down on his knees beside her and let his hand run over her again and again. She lifted her own small palm and let it come up between his thighs. She dandled his hairy balls on her fingers, bouncing them up and down, smiling and watching the effect she had on his thick member.
Now he situated himself between her knees and let her he prone and helpless in front of him while he played with her little twat. He poked his big red fingers between the puffy lips and rubbed his fingers up and down between the tender flaps of skin. She was wet inside, but not only with water. He could feel the slimy secretion of her little pussy between his fingers. He contacted the pointy clitoris and pinched it feelingly. She began to move on his hand. He twisted the tidbit of skin between his fingers and she began to moan erotically.
He was truly delighted with her. He would have expected a child of her age to be frightened by his manly attentions. She acted as if she had been through this ordeal before. She had experience beyond her years. It fascinated him that her undeveloped figure could house adult passion. His lust flowered inside him for her tender young body. He couldn't wait to feel his cock up her tight little twat.
He pulled his erection into his hand as he pressed her thighs apart strongly. He inserted the head of it between her sensitive lips and pushed hard, but he found that he could not get inside. He tried to drag her onto him by holding her round buttocks in his hand, but only the head would disappear for a moment and then fall out again as soon as he released the pressure.
She was writhing in front of him with pain. She groaned hoarsely and moved uncooperatively in front of him, trying to pull herself out of his painful grasp.
"Stop that twitching and lie still. You're going to get what's coming to you no matter what you do. I ain't going to give up so easily." With this he got an idea. He rose and left her massaging her little cunt as she lay in the straw.
He returned after a few moments with the riding crop in his hand. He twitched it nervously against his calf and she looked up at him in wide-eyed horror. She covered her face with her hand as if to ward off a blow.
"I'm not gonna hit you sweetheart. That is, if you cooperate. Now, lie down straight and spread."
She watched him put the end of the crop into a jar of saddle soap that was on the ledge of the stall. He got a big glob of the creamy soap onto the crop and then squatted down between her thighs again. He jammed it up her good and hard, twisting it inside her tight canal. She wiggled her ass around it feeling like a jelly apple on a stick. It was not unpleasant as the soap felt cool and smooth inside her. He massaged it around vigorously, probing it deep within her and stretching her taut entrance out so that the next time it would be large enough to take him all in.
He threw the crop down in the straw now that he was done with it. She saw the fire in his eyes as he bent over her small body. He hoisted her up under her ass and lifted her lower body onto his knees. He pulled her up towards his crotch until his thick dick pointed close to the V of her crotch. Then he leaned forward and into her, parting the lips of her pussy with his fingers, holding her wide open to his need.
He plunged into her tiny hole and watched his large member disappear. He had to thrust and pull at the same time to get her to take it all in. Finally he felt himself wallowing inside her with the grease foaming around his staff and her tight twat secured about him.
He heaved a great sigh that made his dick bulge inside her. She could feel the width of it constantly expanding and stretching her out. She could barely move because she was crammed so tightly onto it. Her knees bent down over his muscular thighs and her feet couldn't even touch the ground.
He felt her like a tight glove on his sexual finger. She massaged his dick erotically with her clinging muscles. It felt good to be buried inside her at last. He began to plunge deeply looking for her treasure. She gasped and moaned as he fell forward on top of her. She began to writhe and struggle beneath his heavy body and he loved the vibrations her every move made inside her cunt.
He socked it into her again and again, widening her with the pressure of his whole body behind his driving shaft. She had her feet on the ground now and was pushing her small body against him in an effort to open herself up before him so that it wouldn't hurt so much.
She held herself up with her back arched and let him work it into her as she was level with his rod. He moved more easily inside her now and was able to pull himself in and out of her. She felt the length of him slipping from between her thighs and then shuddering back into place. She began to throb with the emotion of his quick movements. Soon she was moving her thighs like a woman twice her age and welcoming his great whapping blows.
She writhed her small body around and he felt himself dizzy and hot with his effort. She was good at her exercise and worked him into a fever pitch of excitement. He held her under the knees now and spread her as wide as she would go. Her body seemed made of elastic as it bent and shaped itself to his tremendous need. He landed inside her again and again until he could feel all the pressure and tension draining into his huge member. Then he exploded inside her, sending hot waves of semen into her tender young loins. She drained him and clung to him with all her might, absorbing his soothing liquid.
He fell off her to the side and lay like a dead man in the straw. She massaged her little pussy fervidly working up the juices around her hand. She probed inside it with her fingers to feel the lips all stretched and oozing under her hand. She worked her own fingers up inside it tenderly.
Her desires had been worked up inside her. His throbbing member had ignited her little fire, but not extinguished it. She would have to work this out on her own. He had been too large and frightening for her to reach her consummate pleasure with him. But now she was left to her own devices and would succeed without his help.
She tickled her irritated, flaming little clitty back and forth as she poked her other hand down inside herself. She could feel the muscles working around her own hand delightfully. She squeezed her cunt around her fingers until the pressure finally gave way and she was creaming and wriggling sensuously on her hand.
She had reached her first climax by her own efforts and was proud that she could give herself such pleasure. The big cock had excited her, but she had brought herself to the culmination of her pleasures. She wondered if it would always be that way if she would at last find someone the right size to please he all the way.