Summer Holiday/Spain Day 7 Sleep, perchance to dream
The little girl with the cloud of blond curls is happily playing on the beach with her parents watching over her. My cock reacts as soon as I see her and I walk over and sit down. "Hello," I say. The girl ignores me but the adults look suspiciously at me.
"Hello," the man says, a little aggressively. "Is there something you want?"
"I just want to borrow your daughter for a while," I say. He opens his mouth to say something but I make a quick hand gesture and both he and the woman lose interest in me altogether.
"What's your name," I ask the little girl.
"Cindy, and I's nearly five," she says, answering my next question before I ask it.
I stand up and hold my hand out. "Do you want to come for a little walk with Uncle John," I say, and she stands up and walks happily off, holding on to my hand. Her parents are sitting, staring out to sea, so I make another gesture, and they start getting amorous. "That'll keep them busy for a while," I say. Cindy looks up at me, wide-eyed.
We are in the dunes and there is a big four-poster bed covered in a snow white counterpane; Cindy climbs up onto it and sits there waiting for me.
I strip off and lay back on the bed; I can make her do whatever I want, but that’s no fun, so I lay there stroking my stiff cock until she notices. “What’s that,” she says, pointing.
“That’s John Thomas; he’s a special magic lollipop for making little girls happy.”
“Magic?” She sits up beside me and gives him an experimental poke. “Does he do magic tricks; we had a magician at my birthday party and he pulled a rabbit out of a hat.”
“Your swimming costume’s all sandy; why don’t you take it off?” She slips the straps over her shoulders and pulls it down, revealing two little bee-sting nipples; then she gets up on her knees to wriggle it down over the swell of her perfect bottom. “That’s better,” I say. “Do you like being naked?”
She shrugs. “Mummy and Daddy let me run round with no clothes on at home sometimes; I like that.”
“I bet daddy does too,” I thought. She sits up facing me and spread her legs apart looking down between them. “Girls are different to boys,” she says.
“What do you call it,” I ask.
She looks at me, puzzled and then back down. “That’s my winkle; it hasn’t got a name.”
“You should give her a name; mine’s called John Thomas; you could call yours… Angela?”
She giggles. “There’s an Angela in my class; I don’t like her. I’m going to call her Elsa.”
“After the girl in the film; the one with all the ice?”
“Yes,” she says. All the time we’ve been talking, I’ve been gently rubbing my cock. Without any push from me, she puts her hand down and starts rubbing her pussy.
“I bet she likes it when you stroke her,” I say. She just giggles and keeps rubbing. “Can I rub her a bit,” I ask. She looks surprised, but then she hitches herself round so that I can get my finger on her pussy. “It’s a bit awkward like this,” I say and in one smooth motion I lift her up and lay her on her back and lay on my side with my hand resting on her belly and my finger down between her thighs.
I’m still not controlling her, but she makes no effort to resist. As I slide my finger up and down her slit I can feel some moisture there. “Does that make you feel nice,” I ask. When I look at her face I can see she's biting her bottom lip; she just nods and spreads her legs further apart to give me better access. “Has anyone ever done this to you before,” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No; mummy says I’m not supposed to let anyone touch me there.”
“Well, I think that Elsa is magic, just like John Thomas,” I say. The tip of my finger is dipping in the entrance of her vagina and I can feel her squirming slightly. “I think John Thomas is feeling neglected; you think you could rub him for me?”
She thinks about this for a moment; then she sits up and reaches out to wrap her little hand around my stiff shaft. “He likes that,” I say; “but what he really likes, is to be kissed. You like being kissed don’t you? I bet Elsa likes being kissed too.”
Moments later, she’s face down on my chest. I can feel her tongue on the end of my cock, but more interestingly for me, my own tongue is exploring her smooth little pussy. “This is fun isn’t it. Why don’t you see if you can get John Thomas right into your mouth. Mind you don’t bite him though.”
I have been spreading saliva in and around her pussy and as she opens her mouth and takes the head of my cock inside, I slip an exploratory finger into her vagina. “Ouch! I said no biting.”
I feel my cock go cold as she lifts her head. “Sowwy,” she says and then leans forward to take him back. She hasn’t got a hymen, but I’m pretty sure that my finger is the first thing she’s ever had inside her cunny. I push further in and I can feel the walls of her vagina gripping it.
I carry on masturbating her, paying special attention to her little clit, for a minute or two; then I catch hold of her and lift her up so that she sitting on my belly with her back to me. “You know I said John Thomas and Elsa are magic,” I said. “The real magic is when they get together. She turned her head round and looked at me and then back round at JT. “Elsa liked having my finger inside; I bet she’d like it even more with John Thomas.”
“Elsa is only little; John Thomas is too big,” she says.
“You might think that, but I think Elsa’s quite stretchy. Why don’t we let them try it and see?”
I tell her that the best way to try is to sit on top and see if she can lower herself down. She’s pretty doubtful but lets me lift her up so that she's kneeling on my thighs while I hold JT pointing up. “It’s better if you hold him while I hold you,” I say. I catch hold of her hips, or where her hips would be she had any, and she wraps her hand around my shaft. I tear my eyes away from the sight of my cock parting her pussy lips look at her face; the tip of her pink tongue is poking out between her lips and her eyes are unfocused as she concentrates on what’s going on between her legs.
Gradually, she lowers herself down, and her cunny expands until she lets out a gasp as Elsa finally swallows John Thomas.
"FUCK! Why do I always wake up just when its getting interesting..." I was on my back and JT was pointing up my belly. My bladder was also complaining so I go into the bathroom for a piss; It's hard to aim with a stiff cock so I use the sink and go back to bed.
What do you do?
Yawn... Back to sleep to see if I can pick up where I left off