Chapter 4
When Christine arrived back at the house with the policeman, her grandfather gave her a stern talking to. He told her that she should remain within sight of the house at all times so that she would hear him when he called her. There were plenty of children to play with in the other cottages that were visible in the surrounding area, which was a flat stretch of beach front. Then he asked her what had kept her away from home so long.
"Well, first I met this strange man on the beach. He said that he slept there. Then he started to get fresh with me, but before anything happened," she lied, "that policeman came along and rescued me. He was very nice to me and took me riding on his horse along the beach."
"You saw what can happen when you don't mind your grandfather. You're too small to go off on your own like that. You're just like your mother, rest her soul. I pray that you don't come to a bad end."
Christine wondered about this last phrase. She didn't know that her mother had "come to a bad end." She had died, true enough, but how had it ended exactly? She wondered how she would be able to find out the secret that her father had kept from her and her grandfather had let slip. Somehow she felt that her mother's end would provide a clue to her own future.
Christine contented herself with digging out in the yard for the rest of the day. She tried to revert to her childhood pleasures, but found it difficult to slip into a fantasy world when so much reality surrounded her. She didn't seem to have to look very far for something to happen to her.
She noticed that a little redheaded boy was watching her from the distance. He looked younger than herself and she decided that it might be fun to spend some time with a member of her own generation. She was a little upset and confused with grown-ups for the moment. They seemed to have such clear ideas of things, of what ends any possible given situation could yield. They seemed to know in advance what actions would occur. They were driven, but they were forceful and she only wanted to relax for a while and give her mind a rest from trying to figure their motives out.
She beckoned the little boy to come and play with her. He approached her shyly and she spoke first. She asked him his name and how old he was. He responded with a faltering voice, he was Andy and eight years old. She invited him to sit down beside her and they became fast friends.
Andy was at the beach with his father and his girlfriend. His mother was never mentioned and Christine never found out what had become of her. The two children would often go to the beach with Mr. French when Christine's grandfather wasn't up to taking the sun.
Mr. French was very affectionate towards Christine. He liked the idea of his son having an older girlfriend at the age of eight. Somehow it attached to his own ego. His girlfriend Terry was a big, busty woman who liked to fondle both children in her big tits. She always seemed to come at you with open arms as if she wanted to encompass the whole world in her passionate grasp.
Terry had one strange obsession that Christine couldn't understand at all. She was always taking baths and insisting that the others bathe as well. Everyday after she came up from the beach she would take Andy into the shower with her. "To rinse the salt off," or so she said.
She liked nothing better than to soap Andy down in the tub. She would let Christine watch even though it embarrassed him greatly. Perhaps she was only trying to be a surrogate mother to him, but she was very aggressive at winning his affections and taking care of her obligations. She had a special sponge that fit like a glove over her hand. First she would work the lather up on her hand and the foam would froth on the surface of her sponge. Then she would work over his whole body with his hand. She rubbed him everywhere. Over his shoulders and neck and chest and then down below. She paid a lot of attention to his pre-pubescent genitalia. She would pick them up under her sponge and ooze the soap up between his small sacs. Then she would stretch his little dong out and laugh, commenting on how cute it was.
She took Christine on as her confidant and would tell her all sorts of things about her intimate life with Mr. French. Christine would listen with quiet absorption trying to learn all that she could from this woman of the world.
"Mr. French has a beautiful, long cock. Last night we measured it and it was twelve inches long. One foot! I was amazed myself. But the thing is that it's quite thin and easy to take up.
And once you get it inside it wriggles like an eel. Oh, it's delightful. Just wait until you're old enough. Use your imagination and try to understand."
When Terry was finished bathing Andy she would wrap him up in a big terrycloth towel and take him into her bedroom. Then she would send Christine home and never knew what went on between the two of them. Finally one day she asked Andy about it.
He was very embarrassed and looked at her with his large wrinkled brow. She was almost sorry she had pried since it obviously cost him a lot of worry.
"Oh she just calls me baby a lot and makes me suck on her tits. Sometimes I have to stick my finger up her cunt and then she moans a lot. She's a funny sort of person. My dad can't get enough of her."
"Do you think that I could watch you sometime. I mean does she let you do anything you want to her? It must be fun to have the advantage over a grown-up that way." ,"Yeah, once she's down on the bed, I can really have my way with her. She lets me jump up and down on her tits just to make me touch her."
"Ooh, that sounds like fun."
"This afternoon instead of going home after my bath just look in at the keyhole and I'll put on a good show. But don't laugh too loud or she'll hear you."
Christine decided that she would like to see this show and followed Andy's instructions. After Terry had lifted him out of the tub, she stationed herself at the door instead of going home. Terry closed the door behind her tightly and never gave a thought to looking for an eye in the keyhole.
She laid Andy down on the bed and opened the towel so that she could examine his clean, pink body. She nestled her face in his crotch and would pull his shriveled little penis into her large, sensual mouth. She had lipstick on and it left a bright red ring around his member. She giggled over it telling him that he was branded with her sign.
Terry was naked herself and her flesh wobbled whenever she moved. She had large round hips with full buttocks that shivered like jello. Her black bush was as thick as a briar patch and formed a perfect V over her crotch. Her breasts were enormous with large red nipples that must have been at least two inches in diameter. She was truly a monumental woman. Laying on the bed beside little Andy she was approximately three times his size.
Now she cradled Andy in her arms like a baby, lifting him up under the ass and bringing his face to her breast. He opened his mouth and sucked a nipple inside. He wallowed his nose in the ample flesh that surrounded it as he sucked. Then he let it drop partially from his mouth and opened his lips to show that he was clinging to the tender central morsel of flesh that was the bull's-eye of her tit. He bit into it with his sharp little teeth and she grimaced passionately, hugging him to her the tighter. His face disappeared completely in the mound of flesh that was her breast. One of her tits were fully as large as his head.
Christine was amazed that this woman sought her pleasure with a child who could not even sock it to her. Andy wasn't mature enough to fuck, there wasn't any doubt in her mind. But this was obviously his attraction for Terry.
Now she lifted him to her mouth and kissed his lips passionately. Her tongue jutted in and out between his lips. She licked out his nostrils and his ears as well like a mother cat with her kitten. Then she put him to rest between her things with his feet resting next to her throat.
He began to diddle inside Terry's large cunt. Her lower end faced the door and Christine could watch Andy's explorations without any difficulty. Terry spread her legs wide apart, stretching her toes to rest against the posts of the bed. She would bounce her body around by bending and straightening her knees against the posts.
Andy spread the lips of her large inflamed cunt. It was passion pink inside and the hairs curled over the labia in a great mass which he occasionally pulled at. He put his fingers inside her dripping pussy and moved them around. She took his feet in her hands and sucked his toes into her mouth while he worked her over down below.
She took his feet firmly in her hands and twiddled her tongue in and out between the toes which made him bounce on top of her, hysterical with laughter. Her body wiggled underneath him, sustaining his feeble jumps without any discomfort whatsoever. Finally she handed Andy a hairbrush from the night table beside her and he started to use it on her thick bush.
First he brushed the hair out with the bristles adhering to the top of her crotch. This didn't seem to affect her at all and she kept raising her twat in the air trying to direct him to use it where it would do more good. He continued brushing her on top for a while, teasing her and then slowly brushed lower and lower into the crack of passion. Finally he was applying the bristles to her sensitive labia and she was jouncing up and down beneath him and rotating her legs every which way. Finally he poked the plastic handle of the brush inside her and she began to moan.
She grasped his little ass, one cheek in each of her large hands and moved him up and down over her breasts. In this way she was able to draw the handle of the brush up inside her at her own pace. Then she seemed to relax again and he slipped it in and out of her while she rested quietly.
"Andy, my love, I need the other end of it I'm afraid. But please be gentle with me. Don't work me too hard."
The boy responded to her comment by turning the brush around and placing the bristles gingerly between her lips. She spread her legs wide, pressing the soles of her feet up against the bedposts as he pushed the stout, needle-like dildo inside her. The muscles throbbed in her calves and thighs as she took the member painfully between her thighs. She moaned and groaned loudly as Andy poked the brush in and out of her cunt.
Christine could see the bristles reappear now and again covered with slime. The pearly droplets glowed on the needles of the brush like drops of dew. She was amazed that the woman could take such a large object up her cunt. But it was even more amazing that she seemed to enjoy the abrasive movement of the brush inside her.
The woman gripped the sides of the mattress now as Andy worked it into her quickly. She raised her knees and the juices flowed down the crack of her ass. She began breathing in short gasps and suddenly hugged her legs together squeezing the brush up deeper inside her as she came copiously, bouncing Andy up and down on her stomach.
Christine began to laugh hilariously at the picture of the huge woman and the little boy together. Then suddenly she felt a hand land heavily on her shoulder.
"There. I've caught you, my little peeping Tom." Mr. French had a tight grasp on her shoulder. He opened the door to the bedroom and walked in without knocking. He seemed not to take much notice of the love scene with which he was confronted.
"Look what I've found outside your door."
"Oh, dear. What if she tells her grandfather. The old bastard will make a terrible scandal. What will we do?"
"I have a suggestion. If we implicate her in our activities she's not as-likely to tell, is she?"
"That's not a bad idea. Are you in the mood?"
Mr. French looked Christine up and down. She was wearing a polo shirt from which her nipples protruded delightfully inside a stripe of white. Her little ass bulged alluringly behind her. He had always been fond of her cheeky little buttocks and pinched and squeezed them many times. He had been waiting for an excuse to have a go at her. He didn't mind fucking the little twat off her now that the opportunity had arisen. After all, she had brought it upon herself.
"Come here child," Terry beckoned her to the side of the bed.
Christine approached her slowly. The woman reached out her hand and drew her close so that she could smell the mixture of sweat and perfumed soap on her body. Terry reached her hand up behind her neck and pressed her head down until their lips met. She pressed her tongue inside the girl's mouth and swished it around her gums until it tickled unbearably. Then she let her go.
"She's had some experience at this kind of thing. I can tell just from kissing her sweet lips. It's not the first time."
"A hot one, eh? I wish I had known that before. Why did I wait so long?"
He stroked Christine's silky blonde hair and lowered his bathing trunks with his free hand. Then he massaged her hair around his dick. It slid across and around it coolly and delightfully. He liked the feel of her smooth blonde hair and the look of it against his own dark pubes. He forced an erection in this way, but Terry shoved the girl out of the way before he could make her suck it as he had intended.
"Oh, it looks lovely, I want it first. Give it to me," she pleaded with him.
"You are a glutton aren't you? Let me corn-hole you and I'll give it to you first."
Terry agreed to this without much coaxing. But first Mr. French set up an elaborate system that would involve everybody in the activity. He hoisted Terry onto her stomach and over the foot board of the bed so that her crotch rested heavily on the board and her ass stuck up in the air. He slapped her buttocks several times with his long rod, which was quite stiff and landed with resonant slaps leaving cheerful red marks wherever it fell. He called Christine to stand behind him and play with his balls while he worked on Terry. At the same time Andy sat between her legs and played with her own little pussy. It seemed to be an agreeable arrangement for all of them.
Mr. French massaged Terry's cheeks apart until he could see the brown hole before him. Of all her holes, he much preferred her anus because it was tighter than any of the others. His dick was long and lean, but stood up perpendicular to his body like a foot-long ruler. He poked the tip of it inside her steaming ass hole and she moaned. But he found that when he tried to push it deeper inside her it doubled back on him. She was very grainy and dry up there. He withdrew for a moment and rasped his throat until he was able to draw up a gob of come which he deposited adroitly in her bunghole. Then he inserted the pointy tip of his dick again and pushed through. This time she received him all the way inside her anal canal, with a wiggle and a giggle.
Christine had been left to her own devices. He trusted the child's imagination to do a good job on his balls. First she bounced them up and down on her palms. They stretched on the long flap of skin from which they hung. Then she bowed her head and began licking them with her quick pink tongue. She pulled the hairs between her lips which tickled him amazingly and made him pump fervidly inside Terry's ass.
Andy was at work on Christine's little pussy. He examined it closely and noticed that little hairs were beginning to sprout in front of the lips. They were extremely pale, almost white, and very fine. He stroked them gently with his fingers feeling her soft skin underneath. Then he found her little red clitty and grasped it between his fingers. He pulled on it and wrung it like the clapper on a bell. She wiggled her ass around wildly, as she enjoyed his activity. Her pussy became moist and he bent his lips to suck at it.
Andy sat with his head between Christine's thighs. She squatted down over his lips as she sucked energetically on Mr. French's balls. Andy worked his tongue between her little labia delightfully. He had very soft lips and his tongue was quick and wet. She held onto Mr. French's hairy thighs for support and she thought that she might collapse with the pleasure of it all.
Each sexual experience seemed to awaken her sensibilities more and more. Every time she found herself in the midst of another encounter she grew more excited than the time before. At first she had been sort of frightened at the unknown, but, now as it became more familiar to her, she found herself relaxing and more able to enjoy herself.
Christine was having fun this afternoon. This was the most absorbing game that she had ever played. Her whole mind and body were involved in what she was doing and being done to. As she licked and sucked on Mr. French's sex, Andy probed and fondled her own. The exercise was as balanced as a ballet.
Mr. French was working up a sweat over his girlfriend's ass. Her tight canal irritated his member tremendously, but at the same time it was extremely arousing. Her anus was rough and uneven inside like a bumpy road. He had to feel his way around, probing slowly at first to make sure he wouldn't make a false move and wind up jammed into one of her abrasive walls. He pumped himself in and out of her carefully at first, and then faster as the terrain became more familiar to him. Soon his hips were landing up against her fat buttocks with great slaps. He felt himself wallowing inside her fleshy ass. It was like jumping into a marshmallow. He could also feel the child's mouth clinging to his balls and making them tighten with the need to expel their load. Soon he was slamming it into Terry's ass as fast as he could, feeling his dick tense and then explode its scum into her shithole.
He removed his dick from her canal and held the children back out of range while a gush of sperm and shit spurted from her ass and onto the floor. The children began to laugh. Christine put her hand over her mouth, in a childish habit she had. She had never seen anything so real in her life.
Christine was amazed at the harsh realities of sex. It was by no means beautiful, but it was distinctly intriguing. One never knew what to expect next. The bodily functions seemed to all be called into play. One could eat, shit and fuck all at the same time it seemed.
"Come with me, my dear. I think you and I should spend some time alone together, hm?"
"Do you like little girl's or big ladies best, Mr. French?" Christine inquired candidly.
"I hardly know myself. But I like tight holes wherever I can find them."
He took Christine by the hand and led her down into the basement. It was cool and dark down there and Christine felt a chill pass through her body. She wondered why he had brought her down here to fuck her.
Mr. French wanted to show her his snake collection. He had a terrarium in the basement. A large glass tank was equipped with ferns and moss and several lizards and serpents. She clung to his arm as he brought her over to see them. He loved the look of fear that invaded her features. Her eyes went wide with fright as she watched an indigo prop its head against the glass wall and poke its forked tongue out of its mouth.
"Ooh, it's so evil looking?" Christine commended.
"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed." Mr. French lifted the glass cover off the cage and reached his hand in after the long black snake which tried to hide in the crevice between two rocks.
He lifted it out and let it coil on his arm. He held it out for Christine to touch. She brought her finger close to its back and closed her eyes. She contacted the scaly skin of the snake and was surprised to find that it wasn't slimy at all. The scales slipped under the fingers like smooth leather. It was cold, but not unpleasant to touch.
"Would you like to hold him?" Mr. French asked her.
She shook her head no, but before she knew what had happened he had dropped the snakes around her naked shoulders. She held her body perfectly still as if she had been literally scared stiff. She closed her eyes and felt the snake crawl down her shoulder and onto her arm. It coiled itself around her limb with its head tucked under her arm.
"He-likes you because you're so nice and warm. Poor creature-he's cold-blooded."
Mr. French removed the snake from her arm. He had to pull it off her firmly as it clung to her like the limb of some lifesaving tree. Finally he disengaged it and put it back in the tank. Christine's whole body felt cool and slithery after the contact of the snake. It seemed to be clinging to her somehow.
Mr. French let his hand fall around her shoulder where the snake had rested. His long cool fingers marched down her breast and gave her gooseflesh. Then his hands moved over her nipples and they shriveled as he tweaked them gently. He knelt down before her and pushed the hair back from her neck. He moved his lips over the cool white skin and again she felt as if the snake were crawling over her body.
Mr. French's lips attached to her nipples. He drew them out from her breasts with his teeth. She felt excitement ebb and flow in her little breasts for the first time. She had little feeling there before. But her whole body felt sensitive now. There wasn't an inch of it that wouldn't quiver if he touched it.
He brought her over to a leather divan that was situated in one corner of the basement. She sat down on the smooth cool surface. It was black and firm like the snake. She lay back on it letting the smoothness caress her soft white body and then she felt the shadow of Mr. French fall across her.
He straddled her breast and propped his semi-erect dick under her chin. He wagged it about, letting it prod her soft young body wherever it would. Then he poked the head of it inside her red lips. She parted her lips and licked the surface as he poked it into her. She wrapped her tongue around the head of it and drew it completely inside. He held her arms up over her head on the inclined back of the couch and rammed it into her passionately over and over again.
Christine saw it jumping on her chest. Then it was between her lips as smooth as the snake and almost as long. She loved the way that it wriggled between her lips. First it seemed to want to withdraw and then suddenly it would charge forward again and she would capture it in between her lips. It almost came again. Finally he withdrew it and let it rest throbbingly on her chest. He smiled down at her and then bent his head to kiss her. He pressed his thick wet tongue inside her mouth. His breath smelled of some kind of gin and was overpowering. It had an effect on her like ether.
He tasted her sweet lips and tried to inhale all her breath inside his own lungs. She was like some exotic flower that he had never sniffed before and he wanted to suck her petals in until they surrounded his nose. He pressed his tongue inside her meaningfully. She moved her head from side to side trying to escape him, but she couldn't, he still held her fast by the hand.
Suddenly he rose off of her and she actually felt her lips being sucked out of her face. Finally he released them with a loud smack that left her completely breathless. It was the deepest kiss she had ever experienced. She was completely at his mercy now. She felt limp in his arms as he turned her almost weightless body around on the divan. He positioned her so that her ass was propped up on the inclined part of the couch and her legs flapped helplessly over the sides.
Now he straddled her again. He took his long penis in his hand and went down between her legs with it. Her legs were held to the sides of the couch by the pressure of his knees. She couldn't move at all as he pierced between her savory lips with his red truncheon. She could feel the pain passing through her whole body as he entered her tight twat. Then the pain subsided into pleasure as she began to cream around him and he probed himself into the feeling places.
He came at her from a horizontal incline.
Her cunt was held obligingly up in the air by the inclined back of the couch. He could poke right through until she had absorbed most of his length inside her juicy loins. Then, when he had only two more inches to go, he found himself jammed up against the back of her little cunt. He rammed into it again and again as if he couldn't believe that a child of her size wouldn't be half twat. But to no avail.
He pressed over her whole body now. He pinned her hands to the foot of the couch with his own and leered down at her evilly. He had her completely in his power. She struggled against him as he bore into her, driving the sharp tip of his dick against the tender back of her passage. But the more she struggled, the harder he socked it into her.
His eyes frightened her more than anything. He looked at her as if he wanted to consume her totally. Then with a final stab he sank down onto her breast sinking his teeth into her neck, painfully. He floundered on top of her for a few moments and then she felt his scalding hot gush of semen sweep inside her. His chest covered her with its slippery sweat. It occurred to her that he was much slimier than the snake in his present condition. She couldn't help laughing under her breath. He was too exhausted, however, to ask her what amused her so much.