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Beach Baby
by Leslie Schmidt
     “Carl, do I have to wear my suit?”
     This was the question my gawd-awful cute four-year-old niece asked me
     just after I had set up the umbrella and chairs on the deserted
     beach.
     “Honey, you know I like to go naked whenever I can,” I said as I
     scanned the shoreline. Nudity isn’t illegal in Costa Rica, but it’s
     frowned upon. Luckily, the beach were my rented bungalow is is
     usually deserted—as it was this morning.
     Carly (yes, my sister had named her after me) wasn’t wearing a top,
     and soon she wasn’t wearing bottoms either. Even after two weeks with
     her, my cock still firmed up at the sight of her puffy little pussy
     lips, now nicely tanned.
     I had been very careful to keep her from getting burned. The careful
     application of SPF 15 sunscreen and avoiding the sun between 10 and 2
     had allowed my blonde little sexpot to develop a gorgeous dark tan.
     Believe me, the application of the sunscreen on her naked little body
     had been incredibly fun.
     I dropped my own shorts and sat down, pulling my latest novel up on
     my Kindle.
     “You go on into the water—but don’t go deeper than your pussy,” I
     said.
     We had this agreement that, if I wasn’t right there, she would always
     keep her little clam out. The breakers were usually huge—often 14
     feet—and it really wasn’t safe to go much deeper than your waist.
     Even for a good swimmer. Near the shore, however, things were less
     violent.
     Every sentence, I stopped and look up, making sure that Carly was OK.
     She spent most of the time laying on the sand were the surf just
     washed up around her. Occasionally a large wave picked her up and
     moved her higher. Then I got the wonderful sight of her standing up,
     covered with sand, then go dancing back down into the water and jump
     as waves came up, then duck down into the water and splash
     around—truly a mermaid to make any sailor have a wet dream.
     After five or six pages, my little darling became bored and came
     trotting up across the sand. What an awesome beauty. Just shy of a
     meter tall, maybe 17 kilos, still some baby fat with chubby fingers
     and toes. Short wavy blonde hair, high cheeks, grey eyes, small mouth
     with pouty lips. Straight torso, head a little large for her body,
     legs a little short, bubble butt ass and soft full pussy.
     “I’m going to get a good tan now,” she said as she took her towel.
     She spread it at my feet, out in the sun, and then dropped down on
     her knees, then lay down on her stomach, looking out to sea. Her feet
     were toward mine, so I could look up between her chubby thighs to see
     her baby-doll pussy. My dick swelled just a bit but I couldn’t let
     things go too far. Not on the beach at least. Still, remembering her
     in the same position, on the bed, her pussy smeared with my white
     nasty, lips a bit red from stretching around just the end of my cock
     head …I turned back to my book.
     I knew what would be next and I didn’t have to wait long before she
     lifted her hips slightly and her fingers appeared between her thighs.
     She spread her legs farther and started digging into her slit with
     her middle finger. Now I lost all interest in my book.
     She pushed her middle finger between her lips, her legs comfortably
     apart, and started moving it in a circle. For a while she had her
     cheek on the towel, facing down the beach, but, as she started the
     really get off, she lifted her head and looked out to sea. I could
     only imagine that she had her eyes closed as she brought herself off.
     Just before she came she pushed her finger up inside her pussy, then
     jammed it hard, three, four, five times as she humped against her
     hand, her legs now straight, the muscles tensed under her soft skin,
     toes pointed.
     Then she lay back down, now relaxed, but she still had her finger in
     her slit. It wasn’t long before she started rubbing herself again,
     this time bending her knees and waving her feet in the air. As she
     built, she pressed her face into the towel and humped against her
     hand. She suddenly went ridged, her legs straight, and shivered,
     whimpering softly, then again relaxed.
     My dick was rock hard, sticking up, and I could only hope that no one
     came along and saw my proud member as I looked down at the four year
     old. Still, I didn’t touch it—I knew I wanted to save every drop of
     sperm for later.
     “Was that good, honey?” I asked. My voice was horse.
     “Yeah.” She lifted up and looked around at me. She eyed my hard-on.
     “Do you want to cum now?”
     “Later honey, I want to cum later.”
     “Do you want me to drink it, or in my pussy?”
     “We’ll see later.”
     She lay back down.
     The sun was getting near the horizon when we went back to the house.
     She was covered with sand, so I took the hose and rinsed her off. I
     was afraid that the water would be too cold but, with the hose laying
     out in the sun all day, it may have actually been a bit too warm.
     Then I rinsed my feet and we went in.
     It had been a lot of fun teaching Carly how to masturbate. Of course,
     she really did already know how, more I talked to her about it so she
     started doing it on purpose. Most little girls masturbate—they just
     don’t really know what they’re doing, they just start rubbing
     themselves and it feels good so they keep rubbing themselves until
     something else distracts them. They usually don’t know that if they
     keep doing it—if they concentrate on it—that they’ll cum.
     Even then, after they’ve cum, they sort of forget about it. Sex just
     isn’t on their radar. But, in Carly’s case, I had coached her some.
     Then I sort of encouraged her. When I’d see her start I’d comment on
     it.
     “Are you playing with yourself again?!” (I’d use a really happy
     voice.)
     The first couple of times I did this, she became self-conscious. Then
     I’d ask her why she’d stopped.
     “I don’t know…”
     “Well go ahead…I think it’s really cute.”
     The first time, she was sitting on an overstuffed chair across the
     living room from me and, with kind of skeptical eyes, she had started
     rubbing herself again. Pretty soon she had her knees up, her feet in
     the air, and was moving her little clam around in quick circles. She
     broke out into a sweat and then her legs shot out in front of her,
     feet pointed and toes splayed, as she arched her back against the
     seat. Then she sort of came back to reality, shaking her head, then
     looked up at me with her eyes wide.
     “See,” I said, “it’s really nice to do that, right?”
     She broke into a grin and nodded. “Yeah.”
     “Keep doing it.”
     With a wondering expression she again reached down into her crotch.
     “If you use your finger to rub inside your slit, it’ll feet real
     good.”
     She did as I suggested, I could imagine that her baby-girl slit was
     probably kind of slippery. This time she pushed at her clit with her
     finger, moving up and down as she slid down on the couch and closed
     her eyes. Again she concentrated on what she was doing and seemed to
     loose track of the room. It only took her a minute or two this time
     before she came again.
     You may wonder how it is that I ended up with this awesome little
     four-year-old sexpot in my keeping. Well, turns out that I have
     something over my sister—more over her boyfriend. It’s just a little
     matter of some regular shipments of a certain white powder that helps
     them pay the bills.
     I found out about it because they duped me—once. Quite unwittingly, I
     allowed them to use my bank account to forward some money from them
     to someone in Panama. Earlier, I had given my sister my account
     number and pass codes so she could wire ME some money that I needed
     to buy a little truck. I was pretty amazed to discover that more than
     six figures had transited my account in less than two weeks. In a
     rather pissed off phone call I had put an end to that.
     I had been living the ‘Pur Vida” in CR for about three years—I came
     down for a surfing trip and never left. I’d started up a little store
     front business doing computer repair in a west coast town named Jaco,
     rented a bungalow on the beach and divided my time between surfing
     and work—as little work and as much surfing as possible.
     I made regular trips back to the States, usually once or twice a
     year, and it was on one of these that I suggested I’d like to have
     Carly visit for a while.
     I was laying on top of Susan (my sister), my dick just beginning to
     shrivel in her pussy after we’d done it doggy style. I hadn’t really
     thought about it, I just said, “Why don’t I take Carly down with me
     for a few weeks?”
     She sort of twisted around to look up at me. “I don’t know, a four
     year old can be quite a hand full.”
     “I think she’d have a great time. Get to be on the beach instead of
     cooped up inside.”
     I rolled off of her, and looked at my little sister—I could see her
     thinking. ‘Might be a better place for her,’ she said under her
     breath. Then she smiled.
     “Well, I know how well you get along with little girls but, isn’t
     four a little young for even you?”
     “It’d be a record,” I said.
     “Who’s the youngest girl you’ve ever fucked?”
     “You,” I answered.
     “I don’t believe that!” she said. “With all the time you’ve spent
     over seas?”
     “Really, no,” I replied. “I’ve told you about some of the times in
     Thailand, but those girls were teenagers and, well, in CR they’re
     pretty strict—but I hear it’s different down in Panama.”
     “Teenagers, I’ll bet.”
     “Well…,” I replied, “if you consider twelve to be a teenager.”
     Susan and I had been fucking since she was six. Well, not really, we
     truly fucked the first time when she was eight. When she was thirteen
     my dad caught us and I needed to find somewhere else to live. A trip
     to a Navy recruiter solved that problem. It was two years before I
     saw Susan again. Since then we usually fucked when we were together,
     in a friendly brother-sister sort of way.
     “Can I trust you with Carly?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
     I knew she’d see right through a lie. “I won’t do anything she
     doesn’t want.”
     “Yeah, but if I remember right, you had a way of making me want.”
     The reminder of times past made my dick swell a bit. When I was
     fifteen and she was eight, one night, when my dad and step-mom were
     out, she’d practically begged me to fuck her. Finally, she had
     purposely shoved herself down on me, rupturing her cherry. I often
     remember the sight of my tool finally deep inside her hairless eight
     year old cunt, stained with blood, as I pumped her full.
     The end of my cock brushed against her knee and Susan giggled. Next
     she was impaling herself on top of me (just like the first time), and
     she moaned as I dribbled what little jiz I could make, adding to the
     load from just a few minute earlier.
     The legal bull shit to get Carly a passport and visa, get certified
     letters allowing her to travel with me almost sunk our plans. As it
     was, I had to delay returning to Costa Rica by a week and also had to
     spend two hours in Customs in San Juan (the capital of CR) while they
     verified everything with the US Consulate.
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