One minute, she was enjoying the feel of the sun on her body, the smell of the ocean around her and the warm sand beneath her feet.
When it happened, it happened all too fast for her to process. For, in a flash, she was pinned to the earth, her mouth full of grit and sand.
Her sides was gripped firmly, both left and right burning where the stranger’s hands clasped her flesh.
It was then she tried to yell out, but the sand in her mouth forced her to gag. She coughed and sputtered as she felt hands tug aggressively at her bikini bottoms.
A second passed — then her bottoms fell away, exposing her bare body to the cool Spring breeze.
She fidgeted, even squealed, but it was no matter – she hung suspended in the air, her ass pointing up, her hair flung over her eyes.
She squealed again when she heard it, a smooth and relaxed voice in her ear, breath smelling of sea salt.
“How delightful and grand! To unwrap your gifts covered in sand”
‘Sand’ slithered out across the lips of the stranger and down her body, like finger tips trailing down piano keys.
The hands were back, tugging at the sheer black material that covered her breasts. A second passed — and they were free. Left to hang in the air.
To her horror, they tickled at the sheer touch of the breeze. She felt her nipples harden. And pushed back into the force of the stranger.
His weight was against her, seemingly all around.
“Good enough to eat, this sweet sticky treat” came the voice again, sprouting words that travelled down her spine.
A finger caressed her slit, touching what she had left unshaven. The thought embarrassed her strangely. She was not expecting company, had let herself grow out.
She disappeared into her anxious dream while fingers spread her lips and found her clit.
They worked her then and there and she was helpless, held still by the stranger.
Her body betrayed her, and she slipped back into a dream…
There was a time, not so long ago. That she sat by the window of her bedroom, the window that looked out upon the beach from her parents beach home.
And she wondered, so strongly, to the point that when she awoke from these dreams, she felt like she had been gone an age.
When her parents were working and Georgina had come home from attending her final year of school, she used to undress and sit about the house. Sometimes she’d read, other times she’d play guitar. Sometimes she’d sit by the window in her bedroom and masturbate, thinking of how one might pass by on the beach outside and see her Cunt. What if she stepped outside, what if they kidnapped her and took hold of her?
What if she stepped outside, they kidnapped her and took hold of her and violated every inch of her cunt?
Georgina used to sit and wonder and come, allowing herself to be loudly. On the hopes someone heard.
Georgina thought all this and more as she was bent in the air, her tits exposed and covered in sand, her slit being massaged ever so delicately.
Horror pulsated through her bones and yet it was followed by the afterthought of a tingle. Her daydream was back, coming true, was assaulting her with its strong scent of sea salt.
A hand, rough and strong, lifted her up high that her eyes were blinded by the sunset. And after a moments pause, it wiped her tits clean, revealing them for how they truly are.
“We come from far beyond the sea, a place where you should be”
His hands twisted her nipples and she coughed out a groan, her mouth still tasting of sand and seaweed.
By the hair, the stranger dragged her out to where the ocean waves die down.
“What are you doing?” Barked Georgina, able to take the time to talk while the sand is far from her mouth.
“Hold still, you little sight obscene, it is our duty to make you clean”
Georgina’s world went murky as she was submerged under. She could taste the water, it burned her mouth. She choked.
Then she came up for air, her ass still in the air, her body bring cradled by the stranger.
In front of her, she could see the waves.
They crashed into her face. Again. And again, an onslaught of tangy waves.
When she came above the waves, she realised the stranger’s palm was massaging her cunt, stretching her lips apart while its finger flicked her clit.
“It is we who haunts, it is you who wants. It is we who fill, it is you who wills”
“What are you talking about?” Cried Georgina.
And when she was fifteen, she sat on the beach, her parents attending to the party up above.
The hour was two in the morning, early. And the beach was abandoned.
When Georgina was younger, she remembers sitting around the dinner table and hearing her aunt Emily talk about a time she had sex on the beach with an old flame, how the sand rode up her ass and stung her.
Remembering this, Georgina pulled her panties down her dress and laid on her back.
There was something erotic about the feel of the sand beneath her. And later, there was something about the stinging, the rawness of her skin, that drove her to wildly masturbate through the pain.
Georgina was bent down on all fours, her ass facing the onslaught of waves. They crashed around her, over her, stinging her ass and breaching her anus.
At the very touch of this, her cunt contracted, and she wailed.
The stranger held her by the hair, it’s clammy hands stroking her back.
“As you have dared, now you’re prepared” The voice seemed to echo all around her, reverberating within her head.
When she felt something cool and thick slide inside her, she let out a Yowl that reminded her, in that moment, of her old distressed cat, that used to claw at the door when she wanted to go out. What had she become?
The cool and thick thing filled her, stretching her cunt apart in ways she has never felt with any past lover.
Georgina stayed on all fours, looking, with her soaked and freezing face, up at her parents beach house where she was visiting for the weekend.
She went to speak but all that came out was a whimper.
The cool and thick thing seemed to bring with it the cool, it slid up her body, enveloping her in the cool ocean water.
“Dad…” She croaked. “Mum..”
With the burning sensation of sand, Georgina felt the cool and thick thing reach its fill, coming to slap against her ass. She choked, feeling dizzy, feeling something build, feeling sick and horny and repulsed at the same time somehow.
Her legs gave away and she collapsed into the ground, tearing her cunt free from whatever was inside her, wriggling and moving.
Sand tore up around her thighs, covered her breasts again, as she panted laying on her stomach.
When the voice spoke again, she felt it’s warm breath against her ass.
“There is nothing to fear, we have always been here”
The stranger lowered its mouth down upon her anus and Georgina kicked wildly, screaming. Nothing has probed her there, nothing bothered, no man or woman.
Georgina never bothered to ask and here she was, paralysed by the slither of the stranger’s tongue. It circled around her edges, and hands forcefully spread her apart so the tongue could have a better taste.
Georgina’s legs seemed to jerk up in response, locking into a pose. She croaked for her mother but nothing came out but a squeak.
It hit her as the waves came crashing over her, her orgasm came ripping out of her, forcing her to cry out in short guttural bursts, one after the other. She jolted once more, crying as her body was contorted past her level of comfort, as her orgasm subsided, dragging her into the ground.
Georgina, in a daze, face planted into the ground, her body left to twitch to the stranger’s wet cold kiss.
A moment passed.
The waves came crashing over her, up under her cunt, which begged Georgina to touch.
Georgina rolled on her back and started to sob.
When she heard the voice again, it was all around her. And as it spoke, it disappeared into the crashing of the waves.
“There is nothing to fear, we will always be near. ”
Georgina sobbed as she sat inches before the surf, rubbing her unshaven mound furiously. She needed to come again. She had to. She couldn’t stop her hands, couldn’t keep them away from her nipples and clit.
Sand stung her lips and brought her over the edge.