Summer Holiday/Spain Day 8 Susan and Phoebe in the room
“Err, yes… Why not,” I said and followed her into the lobby to find a lift, hoping no one would notice the damp patch at the front of my shorts. I carried her bag and she carried Phoebe in the crook of her arm. Following Susan down the corridor to the room and watching a fat arse cheeks wobbling as she walked, I felt my cock beginning to swell again decided that maybe I wasn’t quite as fixated on children as I thought I was.
We hadn’t been in the room more than thirty seconds before Phoebe was in her cot and Susan had her hand down the front of my shorts. “I knew you’d have a nice one,” she said as she pulled it out and inspected it. She dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled my shorts down to my ankles and wrapped her hand around my shaft. “Phoebe’s dad had a monster; we only did it two or three times because it hurt. He thought he was God’s gift to women.” She stopped talking then because she had her mouth full. I let her suck on it for a bit and then pulled her up onto her feet. The bed was right behind her, so it was easy to push her back and then skin her bikini bottom off.
She lay there, panting slightly and looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes. I dropped down to my knees and spread her legs apart so that I could get to work on her juicy pussy. To be honest, extended foreplay was not needed and I flipped her so that she was face down over the edge of the bed. I reached for a pillow and put it on the floor so that I could kneel on it and then slid the whole of my cock straight into her cunt. After the tight little cunts I’d been being fucking lately, hers felt quite loose, but that was fine and I started to build up a rhythm.
She was moaning and pushing back at me, and acting on impulse I slapped her bare bum, leaving a red handprint on the white skin. I heard a noise and turned to see that Phoebe was standing up in her cot, holding onto the side and watching. “If you’re a slut Phoebe, I think I know where you got it from,” I said as I banged my cock right to the balls in her mother’s cunt. Phoebe just giggled and kept right on watching. I pulled my cock out, all glistening with precum and cunt juice and stood up; my back was beginning to ache anyway. Susan climbed up onto the bed, obviously expecting me to follow, but I turned towards Phoebe instead. “What do you think Phoebe; your mother likes cock, would you like a taste?”
I looked at Susan; if she had protested I wouldn’t have taken it any further but she sat up and said nothing. I walked across and pushed my cock towards the baby’s mouth, thinking, rather irrationally, that it was a good job she didn’t have any teeth. Phoebe pulled back at first, when I stood there with my cock sticking between the bars of the cot, she reached out a pudgy little hand tried to catch hold of it, then she sucked her fingers to see what the goo tasted like. I put my hand behind her head and wiped the head of my cock along her lips. “There you go Phoebe,” I said. “You taste that while I get back to your mum.”
When Susan was on her back, her big tits sort of squashed down and out across her chest and when I pushed her legs up her belly wobbled. I should have been turned off, even with our little audience of one, but I wasn’t and buried my cock back inside her welcoming cunt. I was just beginning to wonder if I was ever going to climax when she spoke. “I bet you wish you were fucking her don’t you,” she said. “My poor stretched cunt in tight enough for you is it; she is only a year old and you’re trying to imagine what it’d be like to shove your big old cock into her tight little baby cunt.”
I froze, because that’s exactly what I’d been doing. “I, I wouldn’t,” I said.
“Bring her over here,” Susan said. I lifted Phoebe out of her cot and passed her to her mother. “You can’t fuck her; not yet anyway, but you can use your imagination,” Susan said. She laid Phoebe back on her belly with her head between her tits and her legs spread apart making her pussy gape. “What do you think; would your cock fit in there?”
I shook my head. “She’s too little,” I said, but every time I thrust into Susan’s cunt, in my head it was the baby’s cunt I was fucking and soon I felt that familiar pressure building up in my balls.
She must have sensed it; “go on fuck the little cunt,” she said and just as I felt the spunk begin to boil up I pulled out and splattered it all over Phoebe’s belly and between her legs. I rolled off and lay down beside Susan, panting to get my breath back. “I knew you were a pervert the minute I saw you looking at the little girls in the pool,” she said.
“Did you really want me to…?”
She shook her head. “I knew you wouldn’t; I just wanted to get you going.”
She took Phoebe into the bathroom to clean her up and I got dressed. “Well – that was a bit of a revelation for me,” I said when she came back out and put Phoebe, now wearing a nappy, into her cot.
“For me too; I never got carried away like that before,” she said.
What do you do?