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You sit, finish your beer and look around. It could be a bar on a beach anywhere except that everyone is naked. There is a young mother on a lounger with a baby sucking contentedly on a tit and two older men, locals by the look of them, are playing draughts. An elderly man is sitting with a young girl on his lap and although you can’t be certain, it looks as if he's stroking her pussy. Children of various ages are digging in the sand or just running around. | |||
The little blonde | The little blonde comes back. “Where’s your daddy gone,” she demands. | ||
You don’t understand at first, but then realise she meant Bob. “He’s not my daddy; he’s just a friend,” you say. | |||
She | She stands in front of you, feet slightly apart and hands on non-existent hips. “I want an ice cream,” she says. You smile and explain that you don’t have any money and maybe she should ask her daddy. “I don’t got a daddy, just Mummy and Carol - she’s my sister.” Realising that she isn’t going to get an ice cream out of you, she goes over to the woman with the baby, who gives her some money. She comes back to you. “Mummy-says-if-you-buy-me-an-ice-cream-you-can-have-one-too,” she says all in a rush like it was something she's reciting. | ||
You look over to Mum, who gives you a thumbs-up and a wave, before swapping the baby onto the other breast. “Okay Princess, you say, smiling at her. | |||
“I tole you I’m not a princess. I'm Poppy,” she | “I tole you I’m not a princess. I'm Poppy,” she says as we walk over to the shack. I tell her that she's so pretty you are sure she must be a princess. When we get there she demands to be lifted, so you sit her on the bar and are treated to a fine display of toddler pussy. “What’s your name,” she demands. You tell her and she says. “That’s a girl’s name; there’s a girl in nursery called Frances.” You explain that it sounds the same but is spelt differently, but she's busy licking her cornet by then and has lost interest. She's still sitting on the bar with her legs apart and you can't take your eyes off her neat little pussy. When she sees you looking. instead of closing her legs, she giggles and reaches down to give it a stroke, leaving a smear of ice cream. Seeing my reaction to that, she deliberately puts some ice cream on her finger and spreads it around between her legs. | ||
"It's slippery like cream," she | "It's slippery like man-cream," she says. | ||
“I think I need to sit down,” | “I think I need to sit down,” you say. You finish your ice cream and lift her down. Then we walk back to the chairs with you vainly trying to cover yourself with your hand and Poppy still carrying her melting ice cream. Poppy’s mother looks up and doesn’t seem the least bit disturbed to see her daughter holding onto the hand of a stranger with a half-hard cock. You take her back to her mother and sit down in the hope that it won’t be quite so obvious, but Poppy wants to sit on your lap. | ||
I lifted her up and sat her on my knees facing her mother and she immediately spread her legs apart. “Do you think I’m pretty,” she said. I said that she was the prettiest girl on the beach. “Prettier than Mummy,” she asked. Her mother, who was sitting up with the baby sideways on her lap, grinned at me, waiting to see what I’d say. She was blonde like her daughter and looked to be about the same age as me. The sun had given her freckles and I thought she looked pretty cute. | I lifted her up and sat her on my knees facing her mother and she immediately spread her legs apart. “Do you think I’m pretty,” she said. I said that she was the prettiest girl on the beach. “Prettier than Mummy,” she asked. Her mother, who was sitting up with the baby sideways on her lap, grinned at me, waiting to see what I’d say. She was blonde like her daughter and looked to be about the same age as me. The sun had given her freckles and I thought she looked pretty cute. | ||
Revision as of 16:01, 15 December 2023
You sit, finish your beer and look around. It could be a bar on a beach anywhere except that everyone is naked. There is a young mother on a lounger with a baby sucking contentedly on a tit and two older men, locals by the look of them, are playing draughts. An elderly man is sitting with a young girl on his lap and although you can’t be certain, it looks as if he's stroking her pussy. Children of various ages are digging in the sand or just running around.
The little blonde comes back. “Where’s your daddy gone,” she demands.
You don’t understand at first, but then realise she meant Bob. “He’s not my daddy; he’s just a friend,” you say.
She stands in front of you, feet slightly apart and hands on non-existent hips. “I want an ice cream,” she says. You smile and explain that you don’t have any money and maybe she should ask her daddy. “I don’t got a daddy, just Mummy and Carol - she’s my sister.” Realising that she isn’t going to get an ice cream out of you, she goes over to the woman with the baby, who gives her some money. She comes back to you. “Mummy-says-if-you-buy-me-an-ice-cream-you-can-have-one-too,” she says all in a rush like it was something she's reciting.
You look over to Mum, who gives you a thumbs-up and a wave, before swapping the baby onto the other breast. “Okay Princess, you say, smiling at her.
“I tole you I’m not a princess. I'm Poppy,” she says as we walk over to the shack. I tell her that she's so pretty you are sure she must be a princess. When we get there she demands to be lifted, so you sit her on the bar and are treated to a fine display of toddler pussy. “What’s your name,” she demands. You tell her and she says. “That’s a girl’s name; there’s a girl in nursery called Frances.” You explain that it sounds the same but is spelt differently, but she's busy licking her cornet by then and has lost interest. She's still sitting on the bar with her legs apart and you can't take your eyes off her neat little pussy. When she sees you looking. instead of closing her legs, she giggles and reaches down to give it a stroke, leaving a smear of ice cream. Seeing my reaction to that, she deliberately puts some ice cream on her finger and spreads it around between her legs.
"It's slippery like man-cream," she says.
“I think I need to sit down,” you say. You finish your ice cream and lift her down. Then we walk back to the chairs with you vainly trying to cover yourself with your hand and Poppy still carrying her melting ice cream. Poppy’s mother looks up and doesn’t seem the least bit disturbed to see her daughter holding onto the hand of a stranger with a half-hard cock. You take her back to her mother and sit down in the hope that it won’t be quite so obvious, but Poppy wants to sit on your lap.
I lifted her up and sat her on my knees facing her mother and she immediately spread her legs apart. “Do you think I’m pretty,” she said. I said that she was the prettiest girl on the beach. “Prettier than Mummy,” she asked. Her mother, who was sitting up with the baby sideways on her lap, grinned at me, waiting to see what I’d say. She was blonde like her daughter and looked to be about the same age as me. The sun had given her freckles and I thought she looked pretty cute.
“Well, you’re a little girl and Mummy’s a grown-up, so it’s not a fair comparison,” I said. “I think Mummy is pretty too, but she isn’t a princess like you.”
We introduced ourselves and she told me that her name was Alice. “I hope she’s not bothering you,” she said with a grin. If she could have seen my stiff cock sticking up behind her daughter’s back, she wouldn’t have needed to ask that question. The melting ice cream was running down Poppy’s arm and Alice took it off her. She used her tongue to lick around the outside of the cornet and then dipped a finger in and let the baby suck it off.
Poppy licked her own fingers and then put her hand down between her legs and started sliding her fingers up and down her slit. A pair of teenagers walked past and smiled at the sight of the little girl openly masturbating on my lap. The boy whispered something in his girlfriend’s ear and she laughed, making her bum cheeks wobble as they walked away.
When I looked back at Alice, she’d sat the baby up, facing us. Without taking her eyes off me, she spread the baby’s legs apart and started rubbing her little pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, even when Poppy caught hold of my hand and put it down between her legs. “I’m all squishy; you gotta rub it,” she said with a little giggle. It was certainly slippery down there, probably due to the ice cream, and my finger was soon dipping into her vagina.
The baby was gurgling and blowing bubbles; clearly enjoying the sensation she was getting from her mother’s fingers. My cock was bursting but I didn’t know what else to do, so I just concentrated on giving Poppy pleasure. I didn’t know that girls that young could climax, but climax she did; her whole body tensing up and her vagina clamping down on my finger. I sat still until it was over and she relaxed again. She turned her head to look up at me and smiled. My finger came out with a little plop and I sucked it clean as she wriggled around, got her feet on my thighs and stood up with her arms around my neck to offer her ice cream smeared face for a kiss.
As soon as our lips touched, I felt her little tongue exploring and pushed it back with my big one and she let me push it right into her mouth. The way she was standing, my cock was trapped between her belly and mine; she broke off the kiss and started lifting herself up and down, rubbing against it. I wrapped my hands around the cheeks of her bum and lifted her, conscious that the head of my cock was right alongside her pussy. I looked across at Alice and I could see that she had one finger buried to the knuckle in the baby’s cunny.
When the head of my cock slipped into Poppy’s ice cream slippery cunt, it was so tight that it was painful. As she lowered herself down, Poppy had a triumphant look on her face as if it had been some kind of game that she’d just won. I don’t know how I managed to stop myself from cumming straight away, but I did. And I held her still for ages with a couple of inches of my engorged cock stretching her little cunny. It was her who decided to move things along and started jigging up and down, taking more and more of my cock each time. I couldn’t see how much was inside, but when I checked with my hand I was surprised to feel that she’d taken more than half of it. When I came, it was like a volcano erupting; jet after jet of spunk being pumped into that tight little space. I don’t know where it went, but with my cock plugging her vagina I guess it had to go somewhere.
I closed my eyes and hugged her, waiting for my cock to subside. “I’ll take her,” Alice said. Poppy’s mother caught hold of her and lifted her off your wilting cock and immediately, a gush of spunk came out and ran down her legs. “Say thank you to the nice man,” she said. I was speechless as she used a cloth to wipe the spunky mess from between her little girl's legs. Poppy looked at you and just giggled.
The baby was back in her buggy, still naked and exploring her pussy with a couple of fingers. Alice looked at her and then at you, smiled, and shook her head. A few minutes later you watch her plump backside as she walked away, pushing the baby in her buggy, and holding Poppy's hand. As they reached the path, Poppy looked back and gave you a wave.
What do you do?