It was three years, maybe a little more, since I'd been back to the old town. "Too long!" my mother complained. "We never see you!" "I know, I've had a busy few years, you know." "Lad's got his own life now, Vera," added my dad with a wink, likely at his own use of 'lad'. I hadn't been a 'lad' for at least 15 years.
Anyway, I'd found a few days and there I was, catching up with the folks - doing just fine, pottering in the garden, baking, playing the odd round of golf, keeping comfortably out of each others way like the best older couples do - and looking around the town. It seemed a little bigger, a little brasher, a little less village than it used to be, but I guess that's how it goes. I'd also let Jerry know I'd be down that weekend, and he was delighted.
"Right! I'll book us an early slot on the course for Sunday. But, sorry mate, prob can't catch you Saturday, it's Clara's seventh and we've got a big do planned around the farm."
Well, it would have been good to go out boozing with Jerry but he was the complete family man these days: big old farm conversion just out of town (very smart too), wife Selena - a very pleasant, rather shy woman who was so easily flustered and embarrassed it was great fun to flirt with her and knock her off balance - and two daughters, Clara, nearly seven, and the younger Sabrina who was just four. I knew a fair bit about them since I followed Jerry through Facebook, and had my own particular collection of photos of his daughters. They were part of my rather extensive "girls I know" collection, and I'd spent many a happy hour in contemplation of their individual charms.
So, all good, and I was enjoying a few days away from the BlackBerry and shuffling people's money around for a living, sitting over a late breakfast Saturday in the Rose Tree when my phone goes and it's Jerry.
"Hey Jerry, thought you were party-hosting today." I heard sounds of kids' voices in the background and called "Happy birthday Clara!", but Jerry didn't seem to notice. He sounded stressed out of his box already. I mean, families; just say no. Nothing but stress.
"Look, Pedro, I... Look, could you do me a massive favor? Yeah, it's all about to kick off here, I got parents rolling up in the next half-hour and I'm in a fucking bind."
"Dad!" came a faint, shocked voice in the background but Jerry was oblivious.
"Selena's mum's gone and broken her leg this morning. They were due to come help out but instead Selena's just set off round there, then probably off to the hospital and... Look, do you think you could come round and help out? Extra pair of hands would be, like, a fucking life saver."
"Da-a-ad!"
I grinned.
"Well, I dunno, I'm kinda tied up..." I said. I could hear his face fall. "I was gonna walk up to the House on the Hill and have a big boozy lunch, you know...?"
"Uh?" Jerry's confusion was hilarious. I laughed aloud.
"Course I'll help y'out! When d'you need me? What, about now? Sure, look, on my way. Be with you in twenty."
I hung up, still chuckling. Poor Jerry. Family life - no time, no money, too may things to worry about. What a mug's game! OK, there were other things I'd planned to do, but, hanging out with a bunch of giggly six and seven year old girls was not the worst thing I could think of doing. Yeah, not by a long chalk. Could be a real laugh. Might get to watch some pretty pantied bottoms on a bouncy castle or something.
I parked up at Jerry's about eighteen minutes later, just as the first party guests were arriving. Cute, giggly girls sure enough, and I began to look forward to an afternoon as 'uncle Pedro', helping out. Jerry looked frazzled already but I saw relief break across his face as I climbed out of the Range Rover and sauntered over.
"Pedro! Look, thanks mate, really. You're a f-, er, a life-saver."
"Da-ad!" The voice on the phone had indeed been Clara's. She was standing there, looking beautiful and happy and cute as a button in a summer party dress, bouncing up and down as the first of her friends arrived. I handed her the card I'd planned to give her tomorrow (complete with fifty bucks hidden inside) and got a hug and a kiss in reward. I squeezed her chastely, resisting the very real temptation to grab her pert little ass, and turned to the grizzly-looking young lady standing just behind her father. I squatted and grinned.
"And hello, Sabrina," I said jovially. "I'm uncle Pedro. How are you? Last time I saw you you were about this long." I held my hands a baby-length apart as a vision of her cute little body lying resplendently naked on a changing mat flashed through my head. Yeah, three years ago. Mmm, that was a very pleasant hour I'd spent baby-minding young Sabrina...
"She is as grumpy as hell," muttered Jerry, "jealous little so-and-so."
She did indeed look less than delighted at her big sister's birthday fortune, especially as guests were arriving and thrusting gifts and cards into her arms. If you've never seen a four-year-old scowl, it's a sight to see: teddy clutched to pink pajama'ed chest, thumb jammed into mouth, wild black hair all disheveled, she did not look happy at all.
Jerry was looking torn. "Look, mate, would you...?" He gestured toward his younger daughter, clearly wanting to focus on Clara and her guests. "Sorry..."
I winked at him, then turned to Sabrina and lowered my voice conspiratorially.
"Look, you know, I don't know anyone here. I'm all on my own and don't have anyone to play with. Do you think you could be my friend for the day? Maybe show me around?"
I leaned a little closer to her.
"I don't even know where to go for a wee!" I whispered.
Despite herself, that caused a little quirk of the lips.
"Please?" I held out my hand, winking at Jerry again. He gave me a quick eyebrow-raise.
There was a little pause, then Sabrina slipped her thumb from her mouth and reached out a slightly damp hand to take mine. Jerry shot me a quick look of surprised thanks and I motioned him off with a nod of my head.
Bending over a little, I let the little girl lead me off into the house.
We went in through the French-style doors into the big living room, original stone walls and huge fireplace, but nicely modernized. Without a doubt Jerry's house was real nice; my own flat out east was exclusive, sure, but smaller, and minimalist to the point of austerity. Jerry's, smart though it was, had a lived-in feel which was kinda nice.
But enough of the home decor; the more important thing was to focus on the little bundle of loveliness holding my hand and pulling me rather aimlessly through the house. I started to ask her questions - "is this the kitchen?" "where do you play?" "what's through that door?" - and her scowl faded as she showed off her knowledge to me. "And here's a toilet if you want to pee-pee or poo-poo," she said, passing a downstairs bathroom. "And daddy's office - we can't go in there." "Quite right," I said, putting on a serious face.
We arrived at the foot of the main stairs where she let go of my hand and began to climb. "And my room is up here," she said. "Need to get dressed."
I took a quick look around; no-one there, of course, just sounds from the back garden of girlish laughter and a party getting under way. OK, need to get dressed. My heart started beating faster as I swung up the stairs, following Sabrina's little pajama'ed bottom. My cock was stiffening in my chinos as all sorts of possibilities for the day suddenly burst like fireworks in my head. Need to get dressed. But first need to get undressed...
I arrived at the landing at the same time as her and held out my hand again. She glanced up, a lovely, wide smile on her pixie-cute face, took my hand and led my along the landing.
"You can come in," she said as she trotted into a room which could only have belonged to a four-year-old girl.
"Thank you," I said, my voice quite steady. "Wow! But wait! This is a princess's room, isn't it?"
It was certainly very pink: pastel-painted walls, one of them a pink-spotty feature, pink-and-purple curtains and a bright pink rug on the smooth hardwood. White-wood furniture complemented by pink fastenings rounded off the sense of a center-spread from a little girls' bedroom catalog, only offset by a scatter of toys and clothes across the floor.
"No!" said Sabrina, delighted. "This my room!"
"Well then," said I, squatting down to smile at her, "you must be the princess then, yes?"
She grinned and hopped up onto the pink-sheeted bed, turning to sit on the edge with her cute little toes dangling. She looked at me expectantly.
"So..." I began. "Get dressed, yes?"
"Uh-huh," she said, and pointed at a child-sized wardrobe containing a selection of what looked like Disney character dresses. "Want Snow White," she said firmly, then hopped down and, quite casually, dropped her pajama trousers to the floor and stepped out.
I exhaled slowly and carefully, trying and failing not to stare at the beautiful, golden-brown V flashing tantalizingly from under the hem of her top. She began to fumble with the buttons, and quickly I knelt in front of her. "Here..." I murmured, popping the three big buttons easily and slipping the soft pink cotton off her smooth brown shoulders.
She trotted over to the wardrobe while I knelt, breathing quickly now, heart beating fast, cock stiff as a pole in my pants. What a luscious little brown bundle of sweet, naked loveliness! Beautiful little bottom, round and smooth as a plum; gorgeous, gorgeous softly rising mound split by a little girl's cleft into two perfect pussy-lips; silken thighs; gently curving belly; tiny brown nipples. Memories of her baby body flashed back; she'd been baby-cute that time I'd spent half-an-hour and more kissing her naked body all over, licking her between her plump little thighs, between her wrinkled little buttocks... Lovely. But her little-girl body was, mmmm, fucking hell...! My cock throbbed.
Sabrina was entirely oblivious, of course, and as perfectly at ease wandering around nude as young children are - thank the Lord! I watched her pulling Disney dresses off their hangers while I adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in my pants, barely resisting the urge to unzip and haul out my cock for her. Her bedroom door was wide open; sounds came from downstairs, from outside. Yes... No...
I cleared my throat. "Here," I said, shuffling across on my knees. I helped her free the Snow White dress, and picked up and re-hung two others. She turned toward me, raised both arms above her head and looked at me expectantly again, head cocked on one side. Her gorgeous, naked little body was smooth golden-brown from head to toe, no hint of tan lines anywhere. My God she looked fabulous... and so close...
"Um..." I cleared my throat again. My mouth was quite dry. "Do you, uh, do you not need some, uh, some panties?"
A little look of surprise and she dropped her arms. "Uh-huh," she said, in a tone that said, duh! well obviously, and pointed to the white-and-pink chest of drawers next to the wardrobe. I stood, slightly bent, laid the Snow White dress carefully on the bed, then opened the drawer to a pervert's heaven of little girl's panties. Pink, blue, yellow, white - I delved in, pulling a pair out at random. I spread them for her to see - Frozen, I think.
"No! Snow White!" she cried. Of course, one has to have matching panties for one's party dress. I repeated, pulling out three, four more pairs of cute little panties, spreading each over my hand to show her while ogling her smooth brown nakedness. Each time she giggled and cried out "No!" until I found the right Snow White pair.
I held them open for her at floor level and she stepped in, steadying herself with a little hand on my arm. She wriggled her toes through the leg-holes and as slowly as I could get away with, I pulled them up, start-stop, lots of adjustment, my fingers caressing the smooth, warm skin of her thighs as much as possible. I turned her around to smooth the soft white cotton across her bottom, my cock leaking precum into my shorts, my heart thumping fit to burst. My God what I could do with that little body...
"Now!" she exclaimed, turning around and raising her arms again. I retrieved the dress and lowered it over her, helping her wriggle her arms in and pressing the velcro closed at the back. I took a deep breath.
"There!" I said. "Now you really *are* a princess!"
She frowned at me, cute as anything: "Snow White wasn't a princess, silly!"
"But... didn't she marry a prince?" I asked, climbing to my feet and adjusting my crotch. If she noticed the bulge in my pants she didn't remark on it. Instead her frown deepened, then her smile lit her face up again. "Yes, but not in *this* dress," she declared. And that was me duly corrected. She smirked at her cleverness and trotted out.
Before following, I took a few moments with her pajama trousers and her underwear drawer. The former smelled just fantastic, fresh as they were off her bottom - washing detergent, girl pee and a little hint of earthiness. I fumbled my zip open with the soft pink cotton pressed to my face, hauling out my glistening cock. I knelt by her pantie drawer and grabbed them by the handful to wank myself with, leaking precum into as many dainty little pairs as I could. I edged myself really close to shooting into the whole drawer, but pulled back, gasping, and tidied myself up with a shudder. I took one last suck at the crotch of her pajamas, folded them neatly onto her bed and left her room.
My heart had returned to a reasonable pace and I'd managed to rearrange my erection to not be visible - it was still there, mind - by the time we got back downstairs. The party was out in the garden and Sabrina rushed on ahead, earlier crossness forgotten. I joined Jerry on the patio, enjoying a momentary quiet spell, chatting with a pleasant-looking woman I took to be one of the mums.
"Maria," he introduced me. "I managed to twist her arm to stay." We exchanged hellos but no more as a cute blond-haired girl came running over and grabbed Maria by the hand with a cry of "Come and play softball!" She gave us a rueful backwards smile as she was dragged away.
"Hey," he said, watching Sabrina trying to clamber onto the bouncy castle and being helped by one of the girls. "You made a hit there. Thanks - I had visions of tears and tantrums." He cocked his head on one side. "She get dressed OK?" I kept my face straight, but added a hint of embarrassment. "Yeah, I gave her a hand with the dress. Maybe I should've..." Jerry grinned. "Nah, no problem. Thanks, mate."
He glanced back toward the bouncy castle, then nodded. "Looks like you might have a job for the day there," he smiled.
I looked. Sabrina was on the edge of the castle waving and mugging for me. "Uncle Pedro!" she called. "Come and bounce!"
"Mind your back!" called Jerry as I set off.
Actually that was sound advice. Having slipped off my shoes and been half pulled by Sabrina, half pushed by Clara and another flushed and giggling young lovely, I found standing on the giant inflatable pillow damn near impossible. I finished up lying down, roaring like a wounded monster while girls bounced me about to great hilarity and much shrieking when the got too close. I grabbed a couple of ankles and tickled one very sexy little foot, but restrained myself from clutching any of the tight bottoms that bounced past. I was careful not to pay too much attention to the other girls - although I swear one brunette darling was giving me the eye - and focused on scrambling after Sabrina, who squawked most gratifyingly when I caught her. A couple of times I hugged her to me and bounced around, growling, and one glorious little tumble had her sitting on my face, her Snow White dress flared all about and her warm, damp pantied bottom pressed to my mouth. I'd time to pucker briefly before she bounced off again, but I had to pause surreptitiously and adjust my bulging cock once more.
Eventually we slithered off and landed, giggling and panting, on the soft mats. Sabrina was flushed and hot - perhaps a Snow White dress wasn't the best choice for bouncy castle acrobatics - but Jerry and Maria had arranged drinks and nibbles and I helped Sabrina to a large glass of orange squash which she downed like a construction worker with a quart of beer while I contemplated the merits of slipping away to the bathroom with Sabrina's pajama trousers for a massive wank... Tempting... but not as tempting as staying near my little Snow White, to see what opportunities might arise...
Pass the parcel was next, with cushions arranged around the patio and Jerry casting music from his phone to a pair of speakers - much finer control than we had in my day, I remember thinking. Sabrina wanted to sit on my lap, and that was just fine with me. I just about managed to get cross-legged, and settled her carefully in place, trying not to crush her dress. Actually, of course, I was trying to make sure there was no dress between my lap and her delicious little pantied bottom, and she snuggled back most delightfully as the music started. My cock was stiff as anything and her little ass was pressed right against it; she must have felt it, pulsing, twitching against her buttocks every few seconds - but then she probably didn't know what it was.
The music came and went and the parcel passed around. I had to help Sabrina hand it on - once she got it she was very reluctant to release it, especially after the first couple of guests had unwrapped a layer and found a sweet treat inside. Jerry knew his girls, though, and Sabrina got the third unwrapping. I helped her again, making sure she just ripped the one layer off, and either luckily or by design - Jerry gave me a wink - her favorite sweet lollipop fell out.
I peeled the paper off for her - it was sticky with the day's warmth - and she sucked happily for the rest of the game, content for me to do most of the passing for her, wriggling her hot little bottom against my boner almost as if she were teasing me. When the final break in the music had the central parcel finish up with a delighted Clara, Sabrina wriggled around and said in a stage whisper "I need a pee-pee."
We headed inside, me with a backward shrug to Jerry, he with a laugh and a wave. Ah, you're a trusting guy, mate, I thought. Let your little daughter trot off to the toilet with any old child molester. I grinned as I followed little Snow White through the kitchen. She passed the downstairs bathroom and turned upstairs. "Not here?" I asked. "No, big bathroom," she said firmly, so I escorted her to the family bathroom, slipped inside with her and quietly slid the bolt to.
"Tell you what, honey," I said, "let's take your dress off so it doesn't get wet." She seemed to think that was an excellent idea, and raised her arms before I'd even ripped the first velcro. We wriggled her out of the dress which I put carefully over the edge of the gleaming white bathtub, and Sabrina dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out. Before she could make the scramble onto the seat I scooped her up, hands around her chest, and sat her carefully down. I squatted beside her, hand lightly against her back, and enjoyed the view between her spread little thighs. Her pussy looked so soft and puffy, like a succulent little fruit just waiting to be eaten...
"Incy Wincy spider," I murmured, walking my fingers slowly up her dangling leg. She giggled. "Climbed up Sabrina's leg," I continued, and paused, my fingers curled gently around her soft, warm thigh. "Out came the pee..." I paused and looked at her, then down at her delicious little mound, then back. "Out came the pee," I repeated, expectantly. She giggled again, and looked down. For a little while both of us stared hard at her pussy; my cock was throbbing again, uncomfortable in my pants. Then she made a cute little sound and a trickle of pee emerged from those succulent little lips, quickly becoming a flow.
"Out came the pee and... made the spider beg!" I slipped my hand off her thigh into her stream of pee. "Noo noo, please don't pee on me, I beg!" I explained in a quavering, spidery voice. Sabrina gave a squawk of laughter.
"You got pee-pee on your hand!"
"Oh, so I do," I murmured, leaving my hand where it was. Sabrina watched in some fascination as she finished peeing while I turned my fingers slowly in the stream, enjoying the warmth - and the massive erotic thrill of having a little girl piss on me...
As she squirted her last I reached behind her to tear off a couple of sheets of toilet tissue from the roll, encircling her body to pass them to my wet hand. "Out came the tissue," I murmured, drying my hand and dabbing her gorgeous little lips. "And dried up all the pee."
I dropped the tissue between her legs and scooped her off the seat to stand in front of me. She pressed her hand to her mouth, giggling at the naughtiness of peeing on me.
"And Incy Wincy spider said 'And now it's time for tea!'
"Well," I continued, "maybe lunch. Whaddya think? Wait, though, let's make sure you're clean and dry."
With hardly a tremble I slipped my fingers between her legs and gently rubbed her fabulously smooth, soft lips, wiggling my finger a little so it nestled between them. There were a few drops of pee on my finger when I brought it away, and I sucked them off as I turned her around.
"Bend over, darling," I said, matter-of-factly. "Touch your toes."
She did, and I stroked her smooth brown buttocks, before pushing them ever so slightly apart with my finger and thumb so I could finger her sticky pink anus.
"Hmmm," I murmured hoarsely. "Keep bending, honey..." I sucked my finger and carefully rubbed her anus in little circles, then, heart hammering and cock straining, the damp, pink slit between her pussy lips. I pressed my finger there, just a few seconds, held it there between her luscious little lips, poised at the entrance to her tiny cunt, massaging her ever so gently, fingering her four-year-old cunt. Oh good Christ...
"Good." My voice was a croak. I cleared my throat. "All clean."
She sat on the floor and pulled her panties on in a perfectly matter-of-fact way, then we flushed and I held her up to wash her hands. She giggled a couple of times about Incy Wincy getting peed on and I kissed her hair and said, sssh, we'd better not tell anyone; I didn't mind that she'd peed on me, but her daddy might think she'd been very naughty. That made her a little solemn, but only until she'd dried her hands. The she stood for me to help her on with her dress, which I did, bent over, my cock still raging in my pants.
It was lunchtime back at the party, with paper plates and party food and squash and fizz and chocolate and yummy little muffins that Sabrina professed were her favorites. I caught up with Jerry again, looking a little worn but still winning, and if he'd had any notion of why I'd been so long with his younger daughter in the bathroom, well, he didn't mention it. Well, mate, I could've said, first I let her piss on me then I fingered her little cunt and ass, and if we'd had time I would have wanked off into her pretty little mouth - and fuck, that would have been a big load for her to swallow!
"All good, mate?" he asked, offering me a cold beer.
"Yep, no probs," I replied, raising my eyebrows as I took the bottle. "You sure?" He was pulling hard on another bottle. He grinned. "Just the one, but I reckon we've bloody well earned it."
He raised his bottle and tipped a toast to Maria who was across the patio mopping up spilled juice. She raised her bottle in reply with a wry grin, and we all three chuckled and drank.
Ah, here's to your daughter's sweet little cunt, mate, I thought.
The first major problem of the day arose a little while later, when Clara came to cut her birthday cake. We'd sung happy birthday, and for she's a jolly good fellow and all that, and Clara had been happy and laughing and the center of attention, and Sabrina was getting a little jealous again, and so when it came time for Clara to cut the cake, Sabrina wanted to join in.
No, said Jerry, it's Clara's special day. But I want help! No, darling; how about you have the first - umm, the second slice of cake...?
No. Stamped foot. Sharp answer from dad. Sabrina exits stage left in a big sulk.
"Oh shit," muttered Jerry after the cake-cutting was out of the way, "that could've gone better. Hold the fort?"
He went off into the house, but returned a few minutes later, empty handed.
"She doesn't like me today, she said," he said ruefully, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "She said she only likes uncle Pedro today." I gave a little laugh at that.
"Would you mind seeing if you can...?"
"Sure, Jerry, no probs. It's no bother - Sab's good fun."
Well well, I thought as I headed upstairs again. Sab only likes uncle Pedro today, huh? Well, darling, uncle Pedro likes you too.
I found her in her room, as Jerry had said; what he hadn't said was that she'd stripped off down to her panties again. She was sitting on her bed, beautiful brown body, little white panties, playing with a pair of raggedy dolls. She gave a huge grin when she saw me, her face lighting up. I sat next to her on the bed, pulling her a little closer. She raised herself and sat in my lap, showing me her dolls. I feigned interest as I snuggled her bottom against my rampant cock and let my hand rest lightly between her thighs. For a minute or two she chatted about her dolls, and I chatted back, and pressed my cock into her bottom, and fingered her fabulously soft little pussy through her panties.
After a while I kissed her hair and asked if she'd like some birthday cake. No, she said, not want any.
"What if...?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. "What if I added some special frosting just for you? Uncle Pedro's special frosting for Sabrina's cake."
"Special frosting?" She pursed her lips in a remarkably grown-up way. "Just for me?" She looked up quizzically. "Is it nice?"
I nodded, my head slightly dizzy.
She nodded back. "OK. Special frosting, just for me."
I sat her back down, giving her bottom a little pat. She beamed at me. My heart thumped like a jackhammer all the way downstairs.
Paper plate, slice of cake. As I set foot on the stairs my nerve faltered. What the fuck was I thinking, really? No way can I do this!
But she's expecting something special, I replied. And besides, said my cock, stiff and wet and tingling, I really, really fucking want to do this. So get the fuck on with it...!
I stopped on the landing, plate trembling. I fumbled my zip; my cock emerged, red, wet, angry as fuck and raring to go. I barely need to do anything before the rush hit me and...
"Oh fffff..." My voice was a long, low moan.
My cock jerked in my hand as I unloaded a gout of thick, white cum across the plate to splat against the side of the slice of cake. A second, third and fourth, jerking, spurting, to decorate the cake all over. I nearly dropped it as I shoved my cock back into my pants. Oh fucking hell what was I doing? I can't do this! I'd better tell her...
"Uncle Pedro!" She was at her bedroom door, smiling at me, little brown body expecting me.
In a daze I walked towards her room and she scrambled back onto her bed and waited for me to present the plate to her. The cake was covered, absolutely covered in my pearly white juices - which looked, for sure, like a kind of frosting or glaze or cream or... Well, maybe, actually, it looked much more like a fucking huge plate of cum!
"Special frosting?" asked the semi-naked little darling on the bed. I sat, tense as fuck. "Yes honey, just for you."
She took the plate and carefully lifted the slice of cake. My jizz dripped gloopily off the edge. She sniffed warily, smiled a little, then took a bite. I held my breath. Another bite, then another, then she was gobbling down the cake, licking her fingers, licking the plate - slurping up my cum like it was the best-tasting thing in the world. Fucking hell...!
"Mmm!" she said eventually, smacking her lips. "Yummy!"
She jumped down. "Need Cinderella dress now," she said, trotting over to the wardrobe. I sat on the bed, part stunned, part exultant, watching her lovely little bottom in its Snow White panties, her gorgeous brown back, her smooth legs... My cock was rock hard again already. Had I really just watched a four-year old eat a plateful of my cum? And enjoy it? I exhaled long and slow. "Oh, yeah, my little baby girl..."
"Dress!" called my sweet little princess imperiously, holding up a powder-blue ball gown.
"Cinderella, you bet honey," I managed, grinning, and helped her wriggle into it. I patted her bottom a couple of times, of course, and had to adjust the dress from within, my hands up her skirt, but that was just natural. Oh my God, I'd just blown my load and was hotter than ever for the little sexpot...
We held hands downstairs. I'd retrieved the plate and I took it through to the kitchen and shoved it carefully into the trash after giving it a final wipe. Sabrina was trying to join in with a game of Simon Says that Jerry was leading out on the patio. He nodded at Sab and gave me a wink; I gave him a thumbs-up and a grin, and thought, you don't know the fucking half of it, mate. I got myself a drink of something sweet and fizzy and went over to chat quietly with Maria. As I joined her she gestured at Sabrina, who was trying to copy the other girls with a big grin and varied success. "You've made a friend there," she smiled. I smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, she seems to have taken a shine to me," I murmured. And you know she loves the taste of my cum? Yeah, just fed her a big load on a slice of cake; gobbled it down like a real little cumslut! "She's a cutie," was what I actually said.
We watched Jerry trying to catch the girls out, to much giggling and some falling over ("Simon says, stand-on-one-leg-with-your-hands-on-your-head"), until Sabrina caught sight of me and waved me over. I knelt behind her and helped her with whispers and giggles and a little chaste physical contact, until Jerry wrapped things up with a "Simon Says, get ready for the treasure hunt!"
The girls dispersed with much chatter and Jerry came over. "Thanks again, mate," he said, nodding at Sabrina who was now sitting on a patio chair playing with something brightly colored, little legs swinging beneath her huge Cinderella skirt. "You got a way with little ones." Yeah, finger their gorgeous little pussies and feed them cum, mate, that's the key. Your daughter loves it. I just grinned and shrugged.
"I've got a treasure hunt arranged up in the woods," he gestured behind him. "Clues and prizes and all. Can you give me a hand? We should be fine with two of us, and Maria can take a turn with Sab."
"Sure, no probs mate. Sounds like a laugh."
But Sabrina, bless her little cotton panties, had other ideas.
"No, want uncle Pedro to stay!"
Jerry turned on his you'll-do-as-you're-told-madam voice, and I pretended not to eavesdrop - as did Maria, though we both exchanged raised eyebrows of wry amusement - but my little princess was approaching the foot-stamping, tear-squirting stage when I stepped over.
"Look, Jerry, it's fine. If Maria's OK -" I looked across inquisitively and Maria shrugged and smiled back "- I don't mind holding the fort with Sabrina. If it ain't broke, mate, no need to fix it. I can be chief babysitter - you look after your big birthday girl!"
Jerry relented, of course, with a rueful smile. "An hour or so, maybe a bit more," he said, "that OK?"
"Look, stop asking if it's OK," I smiled back, clapping him round the shoulders. "Go! Get gone!"
He laughed. "OK, cheers. We've got a video planned for afterwards, so if you can try to resist if Sab asks for TV that would be great - but whatever it takes, buddy."
I carried party food back into the kitchen while Jerry and Maria marshaled the group of chattering sweethearts ready for a trek into the woods in search of hidden treasure. Sab sat watching with her thumb in her mouth, sulking a little about not being able to join in, but content enough that uncle Pedro was staying with her. Don't worry, honey, I thought, we'll find some games to play.
We stood and waved them off. Sab held my hand and continued to thumb-suck, so I did most of the waving. As they disappeared around the hillside, to the fading sound of Jerry's "Onwards!", I squatted down to Sab and gave her a big smile. I swallowed noisily.
"How about," I said, "I show you how I make my special frosting, and you can have another slice of cake?" She sucked her thumb and regarded me with interest. I leaned closer, nuzzling her hair, whispering in her ear. "I bet you'll *never* guess how I make it."
Her gorgeous lips quirked and split in a grin around her thumb and she nodded.
"OK then," I said, standing and looking around. The patio was quiet, a few scraps of birthday wrapping paper blowing around, abandoned fizzy drinks, a couple of the girls' sweatshirts. No sign of the treasure hunters, now well away. I held out my hand. Sab took it, thumb still in mouth but eyes shining with little-girl fascination. I drew her over to a patio lounger.
"You sure you want to know?" I asked. "Actually, maybe I shouldn't tell you..."
"Yesh!" she cried, her delightful voice slurred by the thumb. She pulled it out, all wet and glistening. "Tell me!"
"Well, the ingredients are secret, yeah? If I tell you you have to promise not to tell anyone else. OK?"
She nodded, grinning excitedly. "Uh-huh!"
"And if I let you help me make some, you'll have to keep it super-secret, yes?"
"Yes!" she crowed excitedly. "Yes! Yes! Show me! Show me!"
And there was my cue to cross the next line.
Slowly I unbuttoned and unzipped my chinos, giving her plenty of time to take it in. Then I dropped them to my ankles, sat down on the edge of the lounger behind me, and spread my legs wide. My balls hung over the edge of the lounger, my cock pointing straight up, thick and red and veiny.
Her eyes goggled.
I reached down to fondle my balls. "This is where I make my special frosting, honey," I said, "the super-secret ingredients. Did you guess?"
She looked at me wide eyed and shook her head. I grinned. "Told you you'd never guess! Here, come and feel them."
I beckoned her. She hesitated, but only briefly, then stepped up, the Cinderella dress rustling around her. "My frosting-makers," I said. "Stroke them, gently, see how they feel." She held out her little hand, the thumb still wet, and I held my breath until her dainty little fingers made contact, brushing the underside of my balls and making my cock twitch. She gave a little start at that, glancing up at me uncertainly. I grinned at her in reassurance and she smiled back.
"That's it, baby," I murmured. "Give them a stroke. That makes me feel very special, and that's how I make special frosting in my frosting-makers. If you help me feel all special I'll be able to make frosting for your cake."
My heart thudded in my chest as my dusky little Cinderella fondled my balls in the sun. I gaped my legs.
"Can you guess where the frosting comes out?" I asked. She hesitated, then pointed to my cock with her free hand.
"That's right! Clever girl! It comes out of my, um, frosting-tube."
She grinned, then frowned a little, pulling her hand away. "That's your wee-wee," she said, a hint of accusation in her voice, suspicion in her look.
"Not when I'm feeling special, hon," I replied. "When I'm feeling special my, my wee-wee gets all hard, ready to make special frosting. See - feel how hard it is..."
She hesitated again, then reached out to touch my rampant cock. Once more, the touch of her little fingers made it twitch, this time releasing a glistening bead of precum. Sabrina grinned her big, wide grin.
"Go on," I murmured, bracing my shaking hands on the edge of the sun lounger as she slowly closed her fingers on my stiff, pulsing cock and curled her hand under my tight and tingling balls.
The sun was hot, beading sweat on my brow, as little Sabrina felt me up amidst the trappings of her sister's birthday party.
"Can I tell you the super-secret names for my frosting-makers?" I asked. "Remember - it's super-secret!"
She nodded eagerly.
"The frosting-makers are my balls," I said, "and my frosting-tube, my wee-wee, is my cock. And the special frosting itself is made from cum and jizz and sperm and semen.
"If you make me feel special," I continued, breathing hard, "by playing with my cock, my balls will make lots of cum and jizz and I can squirt it onto your cake for you."
"Cum and jizz and sperm and sea-men," she corrected me. I shivered with glee. "That's right, darling. Would you like to do that? Help me squirt cum and jizz and sperm and semen?"
"Uh-huh!" she said, little fingers still stroking my cock. "Squirt cum and jizz and sperm and sea-men on my cake! Special frosting!"
I shuddered. "OK, darling. Let's go inside."
I pushed off my shoes, wriggled out of my chinos and shorts, scooped them up and led her by the hand into the living room. I laid my clothes down and stripped off my t-shirt too, standing fully naked and erect in Jerry's living room with his little Cinderella daughter watching me with interest.
"Now," I said, sitting down on a sofa. "Frosting-making can get messy, yeah? And we wouldn't want any on your beautiful dress, would we?" She considered this carefully while I stroked her hair, then nodded. I turned her around, un-velcroed her and slipped the dress off her shoulders and down. I helped her climb out, set the dress to one side, and held her gently by her lovely little hips.
"Panties too," I said, and she demurred quite happily as I slid down her Snow Whites and laid them carefully on top of the Cinderella dress. And there she was, golden-brown and gorgeously naked between my wide-spread legs. I held out my hands and gathered her up to sit on my left thigh. I cuddled her close, stroking her back and her thigh and the soft, squashy top of her gorgeous little bottom. My cock loomed hard and red and wet in front of her, and it took barely a murmur from me for her to curl her little fingers around me again. Another murmur brought her other hand in, and with a little guidance she was grinning up at me proudly as she slowly and carefully wanked my throbbing cock.
"Oh baby..." I murmured. "Will you make me feel really special?" She nodded, grinning. "Kiss?" I asked, and she lifted her chin, puckering up at once in that wonderfully naive childish kiss-pout. I puckered the same way and pressed her soft, sticky lips with a long, gentle kiss while she wanked me. I cheekily gave her mouth a little lick, which startled her at first, but with a little coaching we were soon licking each others lips with the tips of our tongues. I thought I'd had a pretty good handle on what I was doing, but nothing had prepared me for the absolute joy of kiss-licking a gorgeous little girl as she sat naked on my lap, wanking my cock. Absolutely nothing. Abso-fucking-lutley incredible!
I had my hand between her thighs, my finger playing with the so-soft lips of her puffy little pussy, the lust rising in me like a wave. I turned on the sofa, lifting Sab and lying back at the same time. Half-reclined, I sat her down on my belly, her squishy little bottom towards me.
"Mmm, Cinderella," I murmured, tipping her forward to a squeal of excitement. "You look good enough to eat!"
She lay spread-eagled on my chest, her thighs parted, the crack of her butt merging into the crack of her pussy in one soft, glorious line.
"Om nom!" I cried suddenly and she gave a delightful shriek. "Om nom nom!"
I pulled her bottom towards me, spreading her cheeks gently as I pressed her onto my face.
Oh, man! Four-year-old pussy and ass all over my face! Man oh fucking man!
Clean and fresh enough to be super-sweet; just the right hint of dirtiness to be super-hot. I gobbled her, om-nom-nomming between long, slow sucks of her puffy pussy lips, lingering licks of her tiny, perfect asshole. "Om nom nom nom nom!" She giggled and squirmed as I wriggled my tongue into her pussy, tongue-tipping her in her tiny babycunt. She laughed as I tongued her asshole, teasing and probing, trying to get my tongue inside her. "Om nom nomnomnomnom!"
She was playing with my cock, little fingers clutching and squeezing my tingling cockhead. I felt her smearing precum from my hole as I ate her pussy and ass, hugging her little bottom to my face like a mask. I pressed her close enough to smother me, forcing me to suck air in through nostrils pressed hard against her asshole, breathing in pure little-girl butt. I gobbled and licked and sucked her crack from end to end, cunt and ass and back again, savoring every delicious inch. My cock, rock hard, painful, oozed precum onto her clever little fingers.
God she was so tiny! Her sweet little love-holes were so small and tight! I spread her cheeks and her lips gently, marveling at the beautiful little pink slit, the tiny little red butterfly. At one point I probed her asshole gently with my little finger, finding it slide in more easily than I expected, right up to the second joint; my finger tight up her little four-year-old bottom. Fucking hell, she was ten times more gorgeous than I'd ever expected; best oral sex I'd ever had.
I lifted her off, tickling her ribs as I did so, and turned her to sit facing me on my chest.
"Mmmm!" I said. "Yummy yummy in my tummy! I can feel the special frosting coming nicely!"
She grinned at me, then squealed with delight as I cried "Om nom NOM!" again, lifting her and lowering her suddenly onto my waiting mouth. I enveloped her whole soft, sweet, puffy little peach of a pussy in my mouth and sucked her, sucked her gorgeous little pussy and wriggled my tongue into her tiny baby cunt. She giggled, patting my forehead and pulling my hair gently as I tried to swallow her pussy whole. Oh fuck, darling, I thought, if you need to pee-pee just let it go right now, right down my throat. She didn't, which was a pity, perhaps - not that I could really complain, could I, not with a mouth full of four-year-old pussy?
The "special frosting" was definitely on the boil by now; my balls tingled and throbbed, and any concern I'd had about not being able to produce enough frosting for another slice of cake for my princess were long gone. I lifted her off and sat up, panting.
"I'm feeling very special, princess," I said. "Nearly ready for frosting-time. C'mon."
I hoisted her in the crook of my arm, thrilling as her wet little pussy pressed into my side. She held my shoulder, grinning. "Frosting! Frosting!" she said happily. "Can you remember the super-secret ingredients, honey?" I asked as we walked through the house towards the kitchen.
"Cum and sperm and jizz and sea-men!" she laughed.
"And where do I make it?" I asked, stroking her cheek. "In your balls!" she giggled.
"Mmm, that's right! Kiss!" We smooched slowly, her lips so soft under mine. I stopped and wanked slowly as we kissed. Then:
"And how does it get out?" I asked. She paused, then grinned: "Squirt from your cock!"
"Clever girl!" We entered the big, stone-floored farmhouse kitchen where I'd tidied away the party food. The birthday cake, still plenty left, sat at the end of the long kitchen table, hidden by a big domed plastic cover. I walked to that end, the cool of the stone pleasant against my bare feet, and set Sabrina down, standing, on a chair. I stroked her little bottom, my finger relishing the wetness between her thighs.
"That's right. Sabrina makes uncle Pedro feel special. Uncle Pedro make cum in his balls for Sabrina. Sabrina strokes - wanks - uncle Pedro's cock, and uncle Pedro squirts cum all over a slice of cake for Sabrina!"
"And jizz and sea-men and sperm!" cried my clever little poppsy.
I put a paper plate on the edge of the table and added a slice of cake from under the cover. Cuddling Sabrina's bottom, I began to wank slowly, my cock pointing at the soft white sponge.
After a few seconds, I murmured "You know, darling, a great way to make the frosting squirt is if you suck my cock a little. Like sucking milk through a straw, you know?"
I stroked her hair as I said this, and the little darling nodded straight away. I held my cock toward her with trembling fingers and she leaned down, reaching out with her own little hand to keep it steady.
"Just like sucking a straw, baby," I murmured, my heart pounding again, as her beautiful lips parted and pouted in slow motion and her head descended and a glorious wet warmth closed around the head of my cock.
I brushed her gorgeous black hair up and away from her cheek so I could get a clear view, to go with the utterly awesome feeling, of little Sabrina carefully sucking my cock. Her right hand rested against my belly; her left was part-curled around my aching shaft; her so-soft lips pressed half-way around my glans, and she sucked steadily, suck-suck-suck, on my cock. I'd thought eating her pussy had felt good; this was even better. God it was fucking awesome! I was edging, balls throbbing now; the urge to let her suck the cum straight from the source was almost overwhelming - but a promise is a promise.
With a groan I pulled my glistening, purple-red glans from her mouth. "Oh, babykins, oh, OK, the frosting's ready... Hold the plate, peanut..."
She let go of my cock to steady the plate as I pointed, gave one last wank, and erupted again, splat, splat, splat, three big gloops of cum right on target, all over the slice of birthday cake. The first overshot a little, splattering her fingers, and she squeaked in delight as I frosted her cake for her, my legs shaking, my butt-muscles clenched painfully tight.
The fourth squirt was more a thick, white oozy blob that dripped neatly onto the edge of the plate, leaving a gloopy bead on the tip of my cock. Would she...?
"Mmm, there you go, darling," I murmured shakily, and held my cock out towards her. She looked up enquiringly; I nodded, holding my breath. She gave her beautiful big grin, and, just as if she were licking an ice-cream, she looped her tongue under my aching glans and licked the last ooze of cum right off my cock. Then she licked the splatter carefully off the back of her hand.
I lifted her up, sat on the chair, and lowered her onto my knee. I'd just cum again, big time, but I felt nothing but continued lust as I watched her munch and slurp her way through a second slice of her sister's birthday cake, coated with hot, fresh cum.
"Yummy!" she said when there was nothing left on the plate, and I just hugged her to me and laughed.
We got dressed again, pretty quickly, and Sabrina took me outside so I could push her on the garden swing while we waited for the party guests to arrive. It was only a few minutes before we heard laughter, and a couple minutes more before the girls were streaming back in, flushed and happy, with the odd scratch hear and there, bearing gifts of various kinds, and golden bags of chocolate coins and other loot. Clara came to find us and gave her little sister a rather pretty hair band and a big bag of chocolate coins, and Sab gave her a lovely big hug in return - cute as fuck.
"All good, mate?" asked Jerry when he finally appeared. "All good," I replied. "We just played make-believe, and on the swing - and I confess I gave in when she asked for another slice of Clara's birthday cake." But only after she'd sucked my cock and I'd jizzed all over it, you understand.
Jerry laughed. "No problem. Thanks again."
"De nada," I replied easily. Your dau's asshole tastes fabulous, by the way, almost as hot as her cunny. And she takes a finger up her ass just like that; you know, I reckon I could get my cock inside her without too much trouble. Special frosting up her butt, you know?
"So... Nearly there." Jerry shoved a hand through his hair. "Snacks, more cake - maybe not for Sab! - and then we've a movie before parents show up. I'm gonna do barbecue then - you are more than welcome to stay but if you wanna get away after a bite I'll totally understand." He laughed. "Not quite the Saturday you were expecting, but thanks again. Totally saved the day."
He slapped me on the back and went to supervise the movie in the living room.
I hung around the kitchen for a little, flirting with Maria a bit while remembering the taste of Sabrina's pussy and the feel of her lips on my cock, wondering if Maria noticed the swelling in my chinos, and not caring if she did, until an embarrassed Jerry came through looking for me. Sab really wants to sit with uncle Pedro to watch the movie. Would I mind...?
I laughed, and of course said fine. Got me wondering, though, about the lovely little young lady, and more so when I was settled into an armchair and she wriggled into my lap and nestled her little bottom up against my fresh erection. OK, I had arranged her Cinders dress just so, with none of it between me and that sweet-pantied peach, but even so - I was sure the little minx *liked* the feel of uncle Pedro's cock hard up against her ass.
She was also quite happy to have uncle Pedro's hand surreptitiously beneath her skirts in the dark of the living room, stroking her silky smooth thighs and fingering her pussy lips beneath the tight, damp cotton.
Moana, the movie was. It was fine, I guess, but I was of course pretty distracted with that soft bundle of hotness wriggling in my crotch and spreading her thighs so I could stroke her pussy; I'm sure I didn't imagine that. Anyway, I was hard again, which made it a bit tricky when Sab announced to the room in general that she needed a pee. That caused much amusement among the girls nearby, and I, of course, was the chosen shepherd, so we slipped out as quietly as possible, me bent over to hide my hardon.
Upstairs bathroom again, and I stripped my little princess naked once more and sat her on the toilet. I felt we knew each other well enough by now; as she sat and chatted, legs wide, beautiful little pussy showing no signs of peeing, I unzipped my chinos and pulled out my third erection of the day.
"You are such a special little princess," I murmured, kneeling in front of her and wanking my aching cock slowly, wanking right there, just for her. She grinned at me. I got her to shuffle back a little on the seat and spread her legs a little more, and I wanked as I watched the dribbles and splashes squirt between those gorgeous little lips and patter sweet golden rain into the toilet.
I didn't wipe her this time; instead I got her to hop off and bend over, and I licked her wet pussy clean from behind - and her asshole, of course, just to make sure. Oh God how my cock ached, but so beautifully! Fresh girl-pee, fresh from the girl. Fucking nectar never tasted better.
I got her to suck me for a fabulous few seconds too; a little coaxing to see if she could fit my whole cockhead in her sweet, wet mouth. She could, and I held her there, stroking her hair, shivering as her tongue wriggled against me and her lips closed around the rim of my glans.
Crazy, crazy stuff. Her dad downstairs, my best mate, his daughter's birthday party, his precious little baby sucking my cock in the bathroom. His precious little baby with two loads of cum gurgling around already in her gorgeously curvy preschool tummy.
We got back to the movie, and I don't think anyone paid any attention to how long we were gone, and not long after we were all stretching at the final credits the first parental cars were drawing up outside, among them a much-relieved Selena, Jerry's wife. Sabrina ran to her mummy and got swept up in a huge hug. She sat on her mother's hip and grinned happily. I had a sudden start wondering whether Selena would notice her little girl cock-breath, but no alarms sounded.
Jerry relaxed visibly, duty done, and thanked me again. He sang my praises to Selena, who also thanked me, asking Sabrina if she'd been good for uncle Pedro. "Uh-huh!" she chirruped. "He made special frosting for my cake!" "Special frosting," asked Selena, smiling, turning to me. "She was being stroppy about the cake," put in Jerry from the sidelines. "Pedro made up a game to get her to eat some. He's been great with her today - saved us a good few tantrums."
I shrugged and smiled modestly, and waited for my heart to stop hammering.
"No..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "No problem, I told you. She's been good as gold - and she's such a cutie!"
Jerry chuckled and Selena smiled. "Well," said Jerry, grinning, "I believe one of those things is true, at least."
Selena's mother was doing fine in hospital, all casted up, clean break, should be fine. Selena asked after my folks; I assured her all was well. Sab clung happily to mummy, thumb in mouth, and I felt a natural cue for departure coming on. Jerry insisted I eat some barbecue, which I was happy to do. Cumming twice on girl's birthday cake does take it out of you, you know.
Sabrina was clearly sleepy; she'd had an exciting day, of course. Selena went off with her while Jerry and I finalized plans for tomorrow. Still on for an early tee-off? "Better fuckin' believe it, mate. I need to get out for the day - and prob'ly you do too," he grinned. I agreed it had been a very different Saturday to the one I'd expected, but no worse for that. "In fact, I actually really enjoyed looking after her," I said, truthfully. "She's lovely, really lovely." And I think she really, really enjoys sucking cock, you know? Or at least my cock.
I was gearing up to say my farewells to Selena when she reappeared; I recognized the embarrassed look on her face and grinned inwardly. "I'm really sorry, Pedro," she said, quite red in the face, "but Sab's insisting that you read her a last bedtime story. I know -"
I held up my hand, laughing. "Look, it's no problem at all. Happy to do it. I'll try to make it quick."
I left them shaking their heads and smiling to each other, and headed up to my little princess's bedroom.
There she was, all tucked up under her pink sheets in cute pink pajamas, smiley and sleepy, thumb in mouth. Her grin widened behind her thumb in that cute-sexy way I was really coming to like.
I sat on the edge of her bed, nearly over-balancing because I'd forgotten how low it was, and said "So, a bedtime story, yes?
"Or," I said, leaning right down to her and stroking her sweet little cheek, "how about a last helping of special frosting before I go? No cake, mind, but I've some frosting left...?"
Her sleepy little eyes sparkled, her thumb-pinned grin spread and her tousled black head nodded on its pillow.
"Sit up then, darling," I whispered, fumbling for my zip. I slid out my half-erection, noting how damp and slimy it was, and wondering whether that would put her off. I held out a hand to draw her forward into a sitting position, and braced one knee on the bed. Her little fingers were already lifting my swelling member towards her mouth; cum-slime or not her beautiful little lips opened and she slipped my burgeoning glans in.
I was suddenly horny as fuck. Blood rushed and my cockhead swelled painfully as Sabrina's sweet little mouth took my sticky cock in and began sucking. I cradled her pretty little head, my fingers tangled in her hair, my head spinning, my cock shaft thickening fast to catch up with my swollen glans. In no time my cock was as hard as ever again, with her tiny left hand half curled around it. I nudged a little, cradling her head in place, and gently, gently, gently, I fucked her gorgeous mouth. She let go of my cock, letting me keep her head steady with one hand and my cock with the other, letting me rock back and forth in her mouth.
Bedtime story for Sab: once upon a time there was a beautiful princess called Sabrina, with long black hair and beautiful golden-brown skin, gorgeous big brown eyes and a wide and welcoming mouth. One day she met her kind uncle Pedro, who said "Princess Sabrina, if I lick your bottom for you will you suck my big, hard cock? If you do, I will make special frosting for your cake every day." Princess Sabrina said yes, of course, and kind uncle Pedro licked her bottom and her peachy little pussy, even after she made a pee-pee. "I love your pee-pee," he said, which made her laugh. And he showed her his big, hard cock, and his big, round balls, and said, "If you suck my cock my big balls will make special frosting for you." So she sucked his big hard cock, and true to his word uncle Pedro made special cake frosting in his balls and squirted it out of his big, hard cock, and Princesses Sabrina ate it all up because it was the yummiest thing she'd ever tasted.
Oh fuck, yes! But quietly! So quietly! And quickly! I fucked her mouth, back and forth, gloriously back and forth between her soft, wet lips for as long as I dared, then:
"Hold still, honey," I whispered, pulling my cock reluctantly from her mouth and wanking hard. "Open you mouth..." I kept her head cradled as she opened wide, looking up at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes, so round and child-like in that sweet little girl's face...
Hard and fast, my cockhead right in front of her...
"Yesssss," I hissed. The first spurt was hard, making her flinch, but she kept her mouth wide for the second like a good little cumslut. The third was less a spurt and more of a slow, thick ooze of a great, cloudy blob.
"Oh, oh yes, oh yes, oh princess, oh yes," I mumbled, squeezing my aching cock, the last drop bulging at the tip. "Oh, yes..." I pushed her head gently forwards, and her lips closed around the tingling tip of my cock - and she sucked, and oh God it was so good! She sucked long and hard and it felt like she was sucking the last of my juices right up from the depths of my balls! Oh my God! She sucked me dry, sucked the last, thick drops out, leaving me gasping silently, then sat back with such a smug expression on her angelic little face that I laughed aloud.
I subsided back onto the edge of the bed, rearranging myself and pushing my aching, plundered, beaten cock away. My God if today had been a battle then Sabrina the cum-Princess had won. She'd milked me dry, and she knew it.
I snuggled her down and tucked her in and kissed her cheek and she smiled sleepily and I wiped away a tiny bead of my semen from the corner of her beautiful mouth.
"Night night, Sab," I said.
I stopped in the bathroom for a painful piss and a good few deep breaths before I went downstairs.
"All right?" asked Selena when I reappeared. She had a glass of wine in hand and was smiling fondly at the nice man who'd looked after her daughter all day.
"Yeah, all tucked up," I replied, and Jerry slapped my shoulder. "Right, I'll go give her a good-night kiss. See you tomorrow?"
"Bright and early, mate. I'll come knocking early, so easy on the shandy tonight, alright?"
He laughed. "Sure. I'll save that for tomorrow night! We can have a few then. Say -" He turned at the door "- you could stay over tomorrow night if you want and we could make a proper evening of it."
Selena tutted fondly. I smiled.
"Mind you," said Jerry, "you might have to read Sabrina another bedtime story."
I laughed at that. "Oh well," I chuckled, "there are plenty worse ways to finish a day! Think you'll have any birthday cake left by then?"