Summer Holiday/Spain Day 6 Molly

I’m asleep on the beach, naked. I’m woken up by something wriggling on my chest and when I my eyes I see that it’s a naked little girl; Amy or April, I can’t be sure as she crawls down and catches hold of my cock, I don’t really care. Her bum is sticking up and I have a perfect view of her wrinkled little starfish and the podgy lips of her pussy. As she starts to lick the head of my cock, my view is obscured by her twin who sits on my chest and then shuffled forward until her pussy is pressed onto my mouth.

I’m trying hard to push my tongue into her cunny when I realise that her sister has stopped sucking and is now trying to sit on my cock. Eventually, she succeeds and she lets out a squeal as her immature little cunny stretches around my adult cock. The one on my face turns round to see what her sister’s doing and I find myself licking a little baby arse. I catch hold of the cheeks of her bum and spread them apart, opening her up and getting the tip of my tongue in there. I suck my thumb to make it wet and then push it through her sphincter, making her squeal like her sister did.

The sun was shining through the window and the dream was so vivid that I look around for the twins, wondering where they went. I caught hold of my cock and started stroking it, but then I had second thoughts; the way this holiday was going I should be able to find something much better to do with a stiff cock. It won’t go down so I piss in the shower and then turn the temperature down to cool it off.

Down by the pool, I was pleased to see Bob, Mary and the children, and they waved me over to join them at their table. “Did you have a good day yesterday,” I asked.

Bob shrugged. “It was okay,” he said. “So what did you get up to while we were away?” I figured that if he didn’t want to tell me, it was none of my business, so I told them that I’d gone into town and walked down to the little harbour to see the fishing boats. I didn’t tell them about the children. “So what have you got planned for today,” Mary asked.

It was my turn to shrug; “I’ve no idea,” I said. “I thought I’d just mooch around and see what turned up.

Bob and Mary looked at each other and then back at me. Molly and Harry were both tucking into Pain au chocolat and slurping on milkshakes but they both stopped and looked expectantly at me. “We were wondering,” Bob said; “if you’re not doing anything special…”

“We need somebody to keep an eye on Molly for a few hours,” Mary interrupted. “She seems to get on pretty well with you and I’m sure you can find something to do.”

Molly slipped off her chair, came round, climbed onto my lap and gave me a rather chocolaty kiss. “Please Uncle Frances; I’ll be ever so good and do everything you tell me.” The way she emphasised "everything" made my cock twitch.

So that was it; an hour later I stood at the front of the hotel with eight-year-old Molly holding my hand, waving goodbye to her parents. “So what you want to do,” I asked.

Molly giggled. “We could go up to our room and watch a video,” she said. “Daddy left his laptop, so we could watch one of his special ones.”

I followed her up to their room, which turned out to be a suite; basically a sitting room with a couch and a couple of armchairs and two bedrooms. There was a widescreen TV on a sideboard and a coffee table in the middle of the floor with a laptop on it. Molly opened the laptop started clicking on things. “I need a lead so we can watch it on the big screen,” she said and started looking through drawers. She found the right one and plugged it into the back of the laptop, but I had to plug the other end in for her. “Would you like a beer,” she asked. I said no, but some water would be nice; she took a bottle out of the fridge and gave it to me, and then she went into the other bedroom and came back with a blister pack of pills. “Daddy said you might like to take one of these,” she said with a grin. They were blue, with a ‘V’ embossed on the front, so it wasn’t hard to work out what they were. I popped one out and swallowed it

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t a video of a much younger Molly sucking her toddler brother’s cock. I’d seen a lot of kiddie porn and most of it was poor quality; badly lit and with shaky camera work. This looked professional and, unlike many children in porn films, these two looked quite happy doing what they were doing. “I was six then, and Harry was four,” Molly said. “Do you like our film? That was the first one Daddy made; you can find it online but this one’s better, cos you can see our faces.” “Have you made many films,” I asked.

“Daddy’s filmed us lots of times, but this is the only one I’ve seen on the Internet.”

“Are there anymore on the laptop,” I asked.

She shook her head; “Only that one. Then he said it was okay to show it to you.” She climbed up onto my lap and turned her face up for a kiss which turned into a snog and I pushed my tongue into her mouth which made her giggle. I put my hand up her skirt and quickly discovered that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath and that her pussy was already wet. “You want to see my bedroom,” she asked with a giggle.

I carried her through and then stood her on the floor while I pulled her dress over her head. She climbed up on the bed while I got undressed and then I lay down beside her. “You’re very beautiful,” I said as I stroked my hand gently over her belly and her flat chest.

“Would you still like me if I had boobs,” she asked as I teased one of her nipples to make it hard.

“I think so,” I said, sliding my hand down over her tummy and finding her slit with my finger. “I liked those girls in the pool, the ones with their boobs just beginning to grow; but I don’t like girls with big saggy boobs that hang down.”

She spread her legs apart to give me better access. “I don’t like big cocks either,” she said. “My uncle Jim’s got a huge one; we measured it once and it’s twenty-five centimetres long and so fat that I can’t get my fingers around it. It’s fun to play with but I can’t even get it in my mouth properly. He thinks he’s the bee’s knees, but dad says most girls run a mile when they see it.” She thought for a moment. “Mum let him fuck her though so I expect that’s why he keeps coming round.”

“Ooh! Keep doing that,” she said. I was sliding a single finger in and out of her cunny and pressing on her clit at the same time.

“You know I’m not very experienced at having sex with little girls,” I said.

She giggled. “We guessed that,” she said. “Some men would have done a lot more on the plane, the Daddy said you were probably new to it.”

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