Beach Baby (Page 6)

by Leslie Schmidt

The rain had stopped, so a few minutes later we got up and went out for ice cream at a little cantina that opened on the street. It was only about a ten minute drive but, on the way back, Carly fell asleep so I carried her back into the house put her on the bed. After I’d pissed and brushed my teeth I stripped her, then cuddled up next to her.

Even with the action of only an hour earlier, my cock got hard against her but, when I started rubbing it along her side she half woke up.

“No Carl, I’m sleeping,” she said, then rolled away from me. I wrapped around her but then went to sleep too.

The next day I was back to work and Carly was off to daycare. It rained most of that day so, when I arrived to pick her up she was inside watching TV.

Problem was, I’d been thinking about her all day and I was so horny that I just couldn’t stand it. I just couldn’t get the image of her face as I shot me cum in her mouth out of my mind—I simply had to get another blow job from her, and soon.

Still, how do you ask a four year old for a blow job? I decided the direct approach was best.

“Honey,” I said as I turned onto the main coast road, “do you remember swallowing my sperm last night?”

Carly looked up at me. At first she looked surprised, then she got a serious look on her face. “Yeeesss?”

“That was so wonderful, would you do it again when we get home?”

“Is that all?” she responded. “Sure.”

My dick surged.

My driving was somewhat distracted and I was a little disappointed when I turned onto the road to the house and Carly chimed up that she wanted to go to the beach. I knew that she had been cooped up inside all day so I really couldn’t deny her wanting to run around some. Just on time, the sun broke through the clouds and lit up the wet scene. So I engaged the four wheel drive and went out on the sand, then left and 250 meters down to our own little strip.

Even before I had gotten to the sand, Carly was pulling her clothes off—first she kicked off her sneakers, then her shirt was on the center console and I tried to keep my eye on the road as she worked her shorts and panties down. Before I even had the engine off and parking brake set she was out the door running toward the water.

There was no one around and I guessed that most people would stay in, anticipating more rain so, after I had come around the front of the truck, I decided to join her. My shoes and socks joined hers on the floor of the passenger side, my shirt was on her seat and, after one last look up and down the beach, my shorts joined it.

We frolicked around in the surf for about 10 minutes. I was sort of teaching Carly how to swim—holding her back up in the water and letting her kick and stroke. I just loved the view of her sweet little butt as she splashed around. Quite often she’d rub against my dick. A few times she even grabbed it to steady herself as waves washed by—OUCH!

I carried her back up to the truck and, again, the sun broke through.

“Let’s get a suntan!” Carly chimed.

I spread two towels in the sand and sat down, watching the light on the gray waves. When I looked over at Carly, she had lay down on her back, her legs spread and out straight, her arms down by her sides. The sun was lighting up her awesome little sexy body, shining directly up between her thighs. Again I looked up and down the beach—no one there.

I simply couldn’t help but start stroking myself as I admired the little four year old sex goddess. I got the crazy idea that I’d just lay down next to her, propped up on one arm, and jerk off. Maybe I’d even shoot my spunk across her little tummy and clam.

I looked around again. We were partially hidden behind the truck and there still was no body out there. If anyone appeared I figured I could roll onto my stomach, so I kept up the strokes.

The cum was beginning to build when Carly opened one eye. She looked at me and then sat up.

“Uncle Carl! What are you doing!?”

“I told you I needed to cum, but you were sleeping.”

“Well, OK, lay down and I’ll take care of you.”

I couldn’t believe I was laying flat on my back, on a public beach, with a four year old kneeling between my legs sucking my dick. All I could do was look up at the clouds and let it happen—and soon before anyone saw us.

Carly really could only fit the head of my cock in her mouth, so the soft warmth and sucking was concentrated there. Still, she stroked the shaft with both hands and, with some coaching, learned to move her head around and rub it with her tongue as she sucked. This was accompanied by the slight scrapping of her teeth. She had to breathe through her nose and occasionally there’d be a little burping noise as she sucked. She had to stop every once in a while to catch her breath, maybe swallow some of her spit and my precum.

We must have been quite a sight, a thirty something guy laying flat on his back while a preschooler knelt between his legs sucking his Johnson. Pretty soon I was grunting and moaning—Carly knew what that meant—and she concentrated on sucking.

She flinched when I filled her mouth with cum, some shot out around her lips and ran down over her hands. She slowed down as the goo flowed into her face and I felt her swallow a couple of times.

“Honey, I want to see my sperm in your mouth.”

Carly had seen this in a couple of movies I’d watched while she played in the livingroom and, as I finished blowing, she lifted up, a string of white goo stretched from her chin to my cockhead, and opened her mouth, showing me her tongue and teeth awash with my white spunk. Then she swallowed, then opened her mouth again.

I pulled her up across my chest and shoved my tongue into her mouth. She still tasted of sperm. I brought my hand up between her thighs and started to finger her clam from behind. She returned my kisses and started to hump against my still hard and wet dick.

“Uncle Carl, would you lick me?” she asked.

Next she was sitting on my face, again grinding her pussy down on my mouth. All the soreness seemed to have gone away as I pushed my tongue up inside her and was amazed by how far it would go now. It only took a couple of minutes before she was holding my temples, pulling herself down on my face and catching her breath. I felt her shiver several times and her thighs got sweaty against my cheeks.

Finally she rolled off of me on to her side. “That was nice,” she said. “I’m not sore anymore.”

“No, I guess not.”

I looked around, still nobody out on the beach, so I pulled her against me and, laying on my side, enveloped her in my arms. She hugged me, and over the next couple of minutes her breathing slowed.

The sun was gone again and it was getting pretty dim. “Honey, let’s get some dinner,” I said.

We didn’t bother putting our clothes back on, just drove up to the house and went inside.

While the hamburgers were cooking on the grill I checked my e-mail. There was a note from Susan, Carly’s mom—my sister, asking if she could come down and spend a couple of weeks with us before she took Carly home. She mentioned that her boyfriend would not be able to get off work (probably a big delivery planned).

Frankly, Susan was always welcome at my door, and in my bed. Now, well, the idea of a threesome with Susan AND Carly took my breath away. Then I remembered that she’d be taking Carly with her when she left. I guessed I’d have to be making a few trips down to Panama or up to El Salvador.

That night I was amazed at how much Carly’s pussy would stretch to take my cock. Now, rather than just putting the tip against her spread lips, about half my dick head would be nestled in her cunt and I’m sure that almost my entire load (small—it was my second time in three hours) disappeared inside the little ones cunt.

So, the plans were made and I’d have two more weeks with Carly, then I’d have to share her with Susan for another two. I didn’t want to think beyond that.

Things didn’t turn out that way, however.

I’ll admit, my blood pressure peaked when my cell rang and the caller on the other end identified herself as a case worker for the Ohio Department of Job and Family Services. Seems my sister and her drug dealing boyfriend had managed to get themselves busted in a DEA sting. My sister wanted Carly to stay with me, at least until after the trial.

That ought to take at least a year….COOL!

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