Chapter 2
Susie's 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.
"Susie, child, here I am," he howled at her in his excitement and waved his cane.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! I'm here." She ran toward 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 him 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 by himself sending the cabby off immediately. He wanted to be alone with his grand-daughter 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 grand-daughter 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 cock and balls. 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.
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. 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, lay 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 pony-tail 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 to not disturb her and then loosened his pants, undoing the fly so that his trousers hung loosely around his hips. Then he began to explore her body onct 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 body's childlike 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 toward 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. Susie'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 thick, member between her lips in its place. 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 hairy and 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 rein 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 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 compliment 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 cock 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.
Nancy 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 that 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 a slim 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 hair for a few moments digging in the sand. Then she went off to explore on her own.
Susie 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.
Nick 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 girls play in the sand.
Through his spy glasses Nick 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. Nick 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, Nick, 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. She felt secure with his strong hands around her body.
"Hi. I'm Nick, the lifeguard. You're new here aren't you?"
"My name is Susie. 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, when 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 want 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 she took.
He grasped her around her small 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 rosette 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?" Susie 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 want to."
"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 to never 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 the feel of 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.
Nick 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 and entrusted her crotch to his hand.
He was surprised at her candidness. He wondered if she could possibly suspect his intentions. She wasn't too young to know much about sex and she could 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 head inside and began licking the whole surface of it 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 cut 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 loosed 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.
Susie 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 thirst 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 wouldn't 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 Susie could take to this sexual game so quickly, like a fish to water. 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, 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 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 entry give way and the head sucked 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 cunt. 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 aggression.
He shoved it into her again and again. His member grew thicker and 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 clit 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 semen from her tender little hole. He bent to her pussy and licked her aching wound.
Something strange had happened to her out on the ocean. The big life guard 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 big 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 dripping from its mouth.
She had felt the sharp pain of the hook inside her loins, and the come 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 Nick, the lifeguard. Now she would know what to expect from men. She could make them play her own games.
By her rules!
Susie 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 middy 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 oh 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 sun had come out, big and strong. She began to grow tired and feel thirsty. Then she smelt 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 on 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 on 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 reed 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 his 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 yellows 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 fourteen."
"Oh, I thought maybe you were older than that." He had been hoping he would have more reason for the feelings of passion she was arising 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?"
Susie was anxious to see his goods. She wanted to see the magic wand of a prick rise again. It intrigued her that she had found a new power within herself. She could kindle a fire in a man's groin 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 thick 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 how 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?"
"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."
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 moved her fingers over the 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 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 and then 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.
Susie 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 wounding 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 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.
Susie 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.
Susie watched the policeman pick up her companion by his neck as if her were a puppy or a doll. He shook the man fiercely once or twice and then lifted 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 Susie 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 her among the dunes. You kids love to play here. Unfortunately, it's not safe with characters like that wandering around. C'mon 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 flesh 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 fiat beach where his horse stood waiting.
"Oh, you have a horse. I like to ride. My father takes me."
"I go horseback riding in Central Park sometimes."
"How would you like to come back to the stable with me? We could call your grandfather 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 lumpy cover 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 and felt them, small and succulent and pink, 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 her that he had found Susie 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 of 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 you ride my horse if you're a good girl."
Susie thought about what he said. That's what Nick had said when they had gone out to the raft. Let's play horsy. 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 grow 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 of 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 cock 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 red 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 breasts and down her smooth stomach to the 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 dangled 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 lie 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 hands 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 a ledge of the stall. He got a big glob of 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 her 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, little, flaming clitty back and forth as she poked her other hand down inside her self. 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 or if she would at last find someone the right size to please her all the way.