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Beach Baby (Page 5)
by Leslie Schmidt
     It was a Saturday and we had driven into San Jose, the capital of
     Costa Rica, to pick up some parts for the shop. It’s a four hour
     drive over some really curvy and steep mountain roads. The roads are
     in really good shape, the pavement is smooth and mostly pot-hole
     free, it’s just, well, really curvy and steep, so it takes a lot of
     concentration. The boxes filled the bed of my little pick-up and I
     covered them with a tarp because it was the rainy season. By the time
     we got back to Esterillos it was 9 PM and we both were exhausted. A
     quick shower (together) and we climbed into bed and I think Carly was
     asleep before I was.
     It was the rainy season and around one o’clock we were both woken up
     by thunder. Well, one thing led to another and Carly was sitting
     astride my face treating me like a bronco. She really seemed to like
     this, having her hands on my forehead as she pushed her pussy into my
     face, and I was certainly willing to oblige.
     She was really violently grinding her crotch down on me while I
     tongued her as hard as I could when she had an especially hard
     orgasm. She usually would whimper some as she came, but this time she
     cried out. (A four-year-old screamer, AWESOME!!!) but this time she
     lifted off of me crying. At the same time I tasted the metallic taste
     of blood.
     I rolled with her and, sure enough, with the next flash of lightening
     I saw the dark stains in her crotch. I had broken her cherry with my
     tongue! She rolled on her side, her knees drawn up and her hands
     between her thighs.
     “That hurt…” she sort of whined.
     “Well, honey, you were really getting rough. I’m sorry you hurt
     yourself.” I watched her as another bolt of lightening lit up the
     room. I could see some dark stains on the back of her thighs.
     I rolled out of bed and went and closed the window shades, then went
     into the bathroom. With the door closed I turned on the light. There
     was a smear of blood on my lower lip and down one of my cheeks. I
     couldn’t help but smile at the grizzly sight. There were a few clots
     between my teeth. I licked my lips and again tasted Carly’s virgin
     blood—smiled.
     I washed my face then went back into the bedroom. Carly was still on
     her side but seemed to be sleeping. I cuddled up to her and, after a
     few minutes, she began to snore softly. I waited a little longer and
     she, as she always did, pushed away from me and stretched out on her
     back, one arm thrown over her head, the other down by her side. It
     was close in the room and she kicked off the sheet that was our only
     covers.
     I knew she was well asleep now and, by the light of the bathroom, I
     took a warm washcloth and cleaned her up—at least enough that it no
     longer looked like a crime scene.
     It rained the whole next day and we were stuck inside. I got her in
     the bathtub first thing and she never noticed the dried blood in her
     pussy crack. We spent the day lazing around the house, only getting
     dressed to go out to the store for milk and beer. Timing is
     everything and, sure enough, just as we arrived back home there was a
     downpour as only the tropics can provide. We were both completely
     soaked in the ten meter walk from the car into the house. So, of
     course, this meant that the clothes came off.
     While I was putting the groceries away, I heard some giggles on the
     front patio and looked out. Carly, naked as the day she was born, was
     out in the rain, dancing. I went to the door and watched, when she
     saw me she gestured, waving me to come out. I stepped into the warm
     torrent and she ran over and hugged me.
     The rain was so loud that you had to raise your voice to talk. Every
     few minutes there were flashes of lightening that were followed
     immediately by explosions of thunder. Carly pulled at my arm, wanting
     to go out. I stepped to the gate and looked down the flooded road—no
     one in their right minds would be out in this. I let Carly pull me
     across the road and then along the short path to the beach.
     The rain was coming down so hard that there was a sheet of water
     running over the sand down to the ocean. The surf was being beaten
     down by it, the waves smoothed out and turned to grey. We ran down to
     the surf, our feet making big splashes with every step. Once we were
     out in knee deep water, I picked Carly up and held her on my hip,
     painfully aware of her warm pussy against my side. The hiss of the
     rain hitting the ocean, the surf and the thunder was deafening. The
     mist cut visibility to maybe 75 meters. I put Carly down and we held
     hands as we pushed through the water back to the beach.
     An SUV made its way along the road, in front of my house. The water
     was up to the rims. I wondered whether they noticed the naked man and
     little girl in the ocean.
     Soon it got really gloomy as the sun set somewhere behind the clouds.
     We made our way back to the house and dried off, then I made dinner.
     Carly had started out being picky about her food but I wasn’t going
     to put up with that. After a couple of days she’d gotten over it and
     was scarfing down anything I put in front of her. This evening it was
     shrimp spaghetti and she hummed the cook’s song from ‘The Little
     Mermaid’ as she bit the red crustaceans in half. She also managed to
     get herself pretty well covered with marinara sauce, so it was off to
     the bath.
     From the grimace on her face, I figured that she was still a little
     sore but she didn’t seem to have any idea about what had happened the
     night before. Still, the sight of the naked little nymph and
     anticipation of things to come (or cum?) was enough to raise my blood
     pressure and want to snatch her out of the tub and fuck her right
     there on the tile floor.
     But, no, actually, I had better plans. Seemed to me that, if her
     pussy was too sore for my sperm, it was time to have her try the
     other way to get jez in her belly. The idea just made my Johnson even
     harder.
     After drying her off, I carried her into the bedroom. She was on my
     hip, her pussy hot against my skin, her leg butting against my half
     hard cock. She hugged me and then kissed my shoulder.
     “Are you going to lick me again?”
     “Yeah, but you might be a little too sore for me to rub my dick on
     you down there,” I said. “We got kind of…hard…last night.”
     “The soap stinged me.”
     “I’ll kiss it and make it feel better,” I said as I put her down on
     the bed.
     This time I was really gentle as I licked her to two moaning orgasms.
     Still, a couple of times she hissed with pain and said, “Not so
     rough.”
     As she lay there, panting, I lifted up and sat down on the bed next
     to her. “I really need to cum now,” I said. “You’re really sore, so
     why don’t you suck on me, then you can get all of it in your tummy.”
     Carly sat up and looked at my cock, then at me.
     “Here,” I said. I slid back on the bed, then lifted her and put her,
     kneeling, between my knees. “Just suck on it till the goo comes out.”
     She leaned forward and, while looking at me, took the head of my cock
     into her mouth.
     “Oh, that’s wonderful, dear,” I said as she closed her lips around my
     dick head and started to suck.
     She bobbed with some enthusiasm, making occasional burping noises as
     the pressure built. A couple of times she pulled back, looking at my
     cock. Once a string of precum stretched out from the head to her
     upper lip.
     I started to hump up into her cute little face and she seemed to
     sense my growing need, stroking my shaft between her little hands
     with more authority and sucking even harder.
     “Oh God, honey, I’m getting ready to cum,” I said as I leaned back on
     some pillows.
     I reached up with one hand and brushed her hair back as I watched my
     dick head move in and out of her mouth. My humping was going on
     automatic. I took her head, holding her and started to truly fuck her
     little face, being careful not to hurt her.
     She seemed to understand and kept sucking and stroking my dick,
     occasionally looking up at me with big eyes. I held her steady as I
     started to pump sperm into her mouth. Suddenly her eyes got big and
     she tried to pull back but I held her as I shot gobs of my white
     nasty into her face. She fought for only a moment before she relaxed
     back and I felt her swallow my goo.
     After a short while I had to pull her off, she was still sucking but
     I was completely emptied out, her sucking had started to hurt.
     “That was awesome, honey,” I panted.
     She sat back on her heals and wiped her mouth with the back of her
     hand.
     “See! It’s all in my tummy!”
     She lifted up and put her hands on her stomach, pushing it out. I
     reached down and rubbed it. “Yup, it’s all in there, you did really
     good.”
     I pulled her up on my chest as I lay back and gave her a big kiss.
     Her breath smelled of cum but, when I pushed my tongue through her
     little lips, there was no added slime there. My little four year old
     lover had swallowed my entire load.
     “Not a drop wasted,” I said, then kissed her again.
     “Nope, not a drop!” she giggled.
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