Chapter 3
Marina knew that Aunt Helen was exclusively a lesbian. She had probably never had sex with a man in her life. If she had, Marina certainly didn't know about it.
As the summer passed, Marina found that she was thinking of men more than ever. Marina could tell that she wasn't exclusively a lesbian at all. Marina could tell that she was a bisexual, which seemed like a very good thing to be.
Marina did not get to leave the estate very often and the only men she saw were the servants that worked in the house and on the grounds.
Of the male servants who worked for Helen Markham, Marina's favorite was an older man named George. He was about forty, but he had a distinguished handsomeness to him that Marina found very appealing.
Marina often spent her afternoons out by the swimming pool, wearing her skimpy string bikini. The little girl would stretch out on a chaise lounge and sometimes fall asleep in the sun with her foxy shades over her eyes.
Her skin was oiled and tanned. She made it through the peeling and burning stage in less than a week. The blonde hairs on her arms had turned white, making her tanned skin look even darker than it would have otherwise.
Every once in a while, when the sun became too hot, Marina would dive head first a perfect racing dive into the pool. She would swim a couple of laps and then return to her sunning spot.
Marina always had the radio blasting into her ear. She played the rock and roll station-too loud for Aunt Helen's taste. But on this fateful day Aunt Helen was not around. She had gone to Mamaroneck to do some shopping.
Marina was stretched out in the sun. She flattened the lounge so she could roll over and get sun on her back. She removed her shades and turned the station on the radio. The station she had on was playing a slow song. Marina Cockerham hated slow songs. She liked her music fast, even when the days were slow and lazy.
Marina was in a drowsy half-awake, half-asleep state when she felt the sun's rays being blocked. She thought that the sun had gone behind a cloud, which struck her as strange because there hadn't been a cloud in the sky when she rolled over.
She lifted her head sleepily and realized that it was not a cloud, but rather George who was blocking the sun. He was standing over her, gazing down on her practically nude little body.
"Hi, George. You shouldn't sneak up on a girl like that," Marina said.
"Hi Marina. I have to change the floss in the pool filter," George said.
"Be my guest," Marina said. She could see that look in his eyes. That glazed-over look that could only mean one thing. Lust. She could tell that her naked little body was too much for George and that he was filling with passion. The fence around the pool was closed. No one was expected. Marina realized that she and George could do whatever they wanted to and no one would be the wiser.
"Marina, I was wondering if you, uh, if you needed someone to rub oil on your back," George said.
"You are sweet," Marina said. "There's the oil. You can rub whatever you want." Marina then did something that she had never done before in her entire life.
She winked at a man.
Marina could see the bulge in the crotch of the man's trousers. She could tell that he was hung like a horse. He had sandy blonde hair that was graying at the temples. He had a ruggedly handsome face, a face that had been outdoors a great deal.
The deep lines in his weathered face only enhanced his attractiveness as far as Marina was concerned.
"You know George, I have never been with a man alone like this before," Marina said. She made a little purring noise in the back of her throat.
"You know that Mrs. Markham would fire me if she knew I was doing this," George said. He poured oil onto his hand and began to rub Marina's back with it, concentrating his attention on the smooth skin between near the string of her bikini top.
"You know that Aunt Helen won't be back for hours. Stay here and play with me, George. Teach me what its like to be with a man," Marina said.
"You are a hard girl to say no to."
"Then don't say no."
"I really should go."
"Untie the back of my bikini top George. Oil the whole back. I don't want any tan lines." Marina was keeping the pressure on. She could tell that the handsome man did not have a hell of a lot of willpower left.
George's fingers were shaking a little bit as he untied the string. He pulled the top off of her back. The cups fell away from the sides of her pert breasts.
"Oh God," George said.
"What's the matter, George."
"You don't know what you are doing to me," George said.
"I have a pretty good idea. You are very handsome, George. Do you think I am pretty?" Marina said.
"Oh yes. God yes," George said.
"I've never seen a man's prick, George. Show me your prick."
"I can't believe that this is happening to me," George said.
"You don't have to be frightened. I don't bite. Maybe a little."
"You are biting off more than you can chew," George said.
"I don't think so. Let me see your prick. I want to taste it."
Marina sat up and her bikini top fell away. George stared at her tits.
"Okay, you can see my prick. You are too hot to turn down," George said.
"I thought you would see things my way. We are going to be good friends."
"I think you are right, Marina. I think you are absolutely right."
George's hair was long and slightly ungroomed. He looked as if he needed a haircut. He was dressed in a neatly tailored suit, however. He seemed grossly overdressed for the heat of the summer, but Marina knew that Aunt Helen insisted that her servants stay in uniform. The women servants had to wear skimpy short dresses that showed off their legs. The men had to dress in crisp monkey suits.
George had amazingly broad shoulders. Marina could tell, even though he had his clothes on, that his chest, his back and his shoulders were covered with thick slabs of iron-thewed muscle. She could tell that those muscles rippled each and every time George moved.
In spite of the girth of George's upper torso, his waist and his hips were very thin. There was a great ratio between his waist and his shoulders. Almost two to one. His thighs were thick. Marina found herself wondering if one of the man's thighs was bigger around than her twenty-two inch waist. She would not have been a bit surprised. His legs were long. He stood well over six feet tall and she could tell that he tipped the scales at well over two-hundred pounds. He was not obese by any means. He didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on him. He was all muscle. It was obvious to anyone who looked at George that he worked out a great deal to keep his body in such fantastic shape. George had once tried out to be a professional football player but had been cut from the roster in the early going because of his lack of speed and a fragile knee.
Marina could see that the man's hands and feet were extraordinarily large and she could tell by the throbbing bulge in the crotch of his suit trousers that the same thing was true of another all-important part of his masculine anatomy.
George's hands went for his belt buckle. He unbuckled the brass buckle and undid his pants. He unzipped his fly and tugged down his drawers. His cock came popping out. He sighed. His dick had felt like it wanted to tear right through his underwear and the crotch of his suit trousers.
Marina's mouth fell open. George could tell by the expression on her face that if she had seen a dick before she had never seen one like his.
George had a huge prick every bit as large as the black rubber dildo Aunt Helen had used to pop the diminutive blonde's cherry.
"Wow," Marina said.
"You like it?"
"Very much. It's a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be."
"I am big in general, I guess. It's a problem sometimes."
"How so, George. I would think that a big cock would be an advantage."
"Women are sometimes frightened by the size of my cock. I have been known to hurt women because of my size and because well, I tend to lose control."
"I am not frightened by the size of your cock, George, and I am not frightened by you. I think your cock is cute," Marina said. She smiled and licked her lips.
"I have to admit that I have never ever heard my prick described that way before," George exclaimed.
"Take off all of your clothes and come swimming with me," Marina said.
"And then?"
"Then you can sit on the edge of the pool and I'll suck you off."
"Do you think my cock head will fit in that little mouth of yours."
"I think it will. I know I can do it, if I want to bad enough."
"I guess you must want to go down on me pretty bad," George said.
"My mouth is watering. My pussy is on fire," Marina replied.
"I can't believe those words are coming from your mouth," George said.
"You probably thought I didn't have naughty thoughts," Marina said.
"It's true. I thought you were too young still," George said.
"Little girls are growing up faster and faster these days," Marina said.
"Progress is a wonderful thing," George said. He removed his clothes.
They dove into the pool and each swam two laps, back and forth. Then George hauled himself out of the pool and sat on the edge. His feet were in the water. His ass was on the platform, the buttocks pressed flat. His balls drooped over the edge and his cock was an arrow standing at attention before his flat loins, the tip pointing at Marina's approaching face.
"I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time," she said.
She reached out and she took his cock in her hand. She gave it a little squeeze. George moaned. Marina loved the way his dick felt against her palm and the insides of her fingers.
Marina could see that George's cock was thickest at the head. The head of his cock had turned a deep purple color with its full engorgement.
Marina thought the head of George's cock looked like a grossly overgrown acorn. She could see that the skin covering it was stretched smooth and taut.
Marina thought the skin covering the crown of George's dong had to be the smoothest thing she had ever seen, and she couldn't wait to find out if it was going to feel just as smooth against her sexually aroused taste buds.
Marina thought the head of George's cock looked ready to explode. If she had asked him he would have told her that it felt the same way. It looked as if it would burst from the internal pressure if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. Marina found herself looking at the little hole at the very tip of the man's cock. She could see that there were little lips on either side of the hole. She was smart enough to know that this was the hole from which both his golden urine and silver semen emerged. The lips made the hole look like a mouth. The hole was opening and closing from the tiny spasms George was experiencing down there. The mouth looked as if it were trying in vain to sing out with its acute desire. Marina could see the ring of scar tissue around the base of George's cock, and she knew that this was from the operation the man had had no doubt when he was a baby to remove his useless foreskin.
Marina could see that the entire length of George's cock was bobbing up and down, the tip snapping toward his belly as if the base were attached to his loins via a tightly sprung hinge.
The tip of his cock was aiming to smack him in the belly several inches above his bellybutton. I could see that his chest and his belly were covered by a thick rug of sandy blonde and gray body hair. It was hard to find his nipples or his navel through all of that hair. It was difficult to determine where his belly hair stopped and his pubic hair began. All of that hair made him look like a beast and Marina liked that.
Marina lowered her eyes and found herself looking at the sack that contained George's balls. It, like his prick, was a hell of a lot larger than she had expected.
Marina could see that there was no way the man's scrotal sack could fit in the palm of her hand, no matter how far apart she spread her fingers.
Marina could see that her hand was not large enough to make a fist all the way around the stem of George's dick. She began to squeeze his cock rhythmically. His piss hole opened each and every time she squeezed his pulsating rod.
Marina could see that there were blue veins running up and down the underside of George's cock. She wanted to lick them. She could see that George's scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his fuck juice.
Marina could tell that the man's balls, his glands of masculinity, were very swollen. The little girl began to kiss her way up and down the insides of George's heavily muscled thighs.
She began to lick his balls with the tip of her tongue. He lifted his feet out of the water and placed them on the edge of the platform. He rolled onto the small of his back. His balls lifted.