"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.

But, finally, I strapped a sleepy little girl into the seat of my pick up and started the three hour drive to Jaco. She woke up when we got to my house long enough to use the loo. I put her to sleep on the futon couch in her panties and the tee she was wearing.

In the morning as soon as we got up she went exploring around my little bungaloo. It's only three rooms so it wasn't long before she came running in from the patio in front.

"Can we go to the beach!" She was already digging through her suit case looking for her bathing suit.

I'd dressed her before, I always took a close look at her little pussy whenever I saw her naked. Still, in her world, you wore a suit when you went swimming, something I'd be changing.

The little toddler squealed when she as soon as we got to the sand across the shell road in front of my place and ran to the water's edge. She tried to jump as little waves came up and washed over her feet. I carried her out into deeper water and she clung to me, laughing, as waves smashed us. Then I brought her back in and sat her at the edge of the surf.

"You can't go any farther out than your knees," I admonished her. Then I went and set up my beach chair and spread a towel out for her, never getting more than 25 feet from her.

She splashed around, then dug in the sand, chased a crab until it ducked into it's hole. She was just too cute running around on the beach. The sun came out from behind a cloud and lit her up. She giggled as little drops sprayed around her. I noticed the heat of the sun on the back of my neck-even through the trees.

I had promised my sister I'd be careful with her and the sun-she's blond and fair-so, even though the sun was still low I called her over.

"Lay down," I patted the towel I had spread, "so I can put some sun block on you." She plopped down on her belly.

I knelt down next to her and dribbled some of the white ointment across her shoulders. She was in the very proper one-piece my sister had sent with her. She giggled as my fingers tickled the inside of her arms. Her back, from shoulder blades to butt, was covered by. I put a line down the back of her right thigh. I spread the SPF-15 on the soft white skin, then her calf. When I reached across her and started working on her other leg, I just couldn't help myself. This time as I worked up her thigh I just had to push my finger along down between her legs and brush up against her clam. However, not only was the suit made of a pretty hefty fabric, but it was lined too, so I really couldn't feel anything. Still, there was a lump in my trunks by the time I was done.

"OK, honey, roll over so I can do your front."

She seemed to rise up into the air and rotate, then fall back onto the towel with a 'plop.'

The suit was orange with Dora and Diego on the front. The top did not go over her shoulders but was tight across the front from under-arm to under-arm with only a string that looped up around the back of her neck. At the waist it had one of these silly skirt looking flaps on the front the kept her crotch from view.

She giggled when a put dabs of lotion on the front of each of her shoulders and then right between the bumps of her collar bones. She giggled more and tried to bat my hands away when I insinuated my gooey finger into her arm pit. Still, in anticipation of things to come (cum), I pushed my fingertips under her top, just a bit. I had her hold her eyes and mouth tight closed when I carefully put the sunblock on her face.

When I went to do her legs I just flipped the skirt up. Still, even though I fingered her little pussy several times there was not much to be seen or felt, the fabric was just too thick. She looked at me when she felt me feeling her up but didn't seem too concerned. I decided to buy her a different suit that afternoon.

We stayed on the beach for an hour or so, then went in for some breakfast. I went through her clothes, putting them in a cheap Tupperware drawer set I had cleared out. I guess Susan had packed what fit her and, coming from and Ohio winter to the tropics, I realized I'd have to buy her some things.

"I need to buy you some clothes-these are too warm for Costa Rica," I said. Of course, being a little girl, any mention of clothes shopping was met with cheers. "I especially want to find you a different bathing suit," I said.

"I like Dora," she responded, almost with a pout.

"Well, we'll see about Dora but, your suit just isn't the style for around here."

A few minutes later we climbed into my truck and headed for town.

In one of the surf shops in Jaco I found just the right thing. A white nylon, very small bikini-the fabric was really thin. On one side, on the bottoms, it had The Little Mermaid and Sebastian was on the opposite triangle of fabric on the top. I also bought her several colorful tops (tees, wife-beaters, and string tops) and four pairs of shorts. We stopped by my shop for a few minutes to check on things. After lunch at a beach side cantina, we headed home.

As soon as we got there, Carly wanted to go to the beach again but I told her she had to put her new clothes away first. While she stuffed them into the drawers, I took her bathing suit and cut the lining out of the crotch. She had worn the one-piece into Jaco, she was incredibly cute in the swimsuit and sneakers, but I could only anticipate what she'd look like running around town in the bikini and sneakers.

When we got onto the beach I was really pleased with the results of my efforts. First, while dressing her, I had mentioned that she didn't need the top and she had no problem with this. Then, as soon as she came out of the water I could see that the bottoms now clung to her and the pink of her skin showed through. She really could have been naked. That afternoon I got to spread sunscreen on her back, then again on her legs. When I rolled her over I had trouble controlling my breathing as I first worked the fluid into her chest and stomach. (It was then that I realized that I just HAD to see her with some different white fluid on her stomach and chest!) I pushed the bottoms down some, actually I folded them down, just to the top of her slit as I did her belly. Then, when I was doing the front of her thighs, I pulled them up, like a thong. She looked at me a little funny when I stroked her slit through the nylon a couple of times, but that was all.

After a while we went back to my bungalow and I started on dinner. Carly just stayed in her bikini bottoms and nothing else. She was really cute sitting, topless, at the table on a booster, eating a chicken drumstick.

Now, from the start we'd been doing a lot of slap-and-tickle. While I was staying with Susan, I couldn't sit down without having Carly crawling into my lap. We'd wrestle and tussel and lick and kiss each other. I'd already been frenching her quite a bit. The first time had been at Susan's apartment, weeks earlier. She had been climbing around in my lap, we had been tussling and tickling, and I stuck my tongue in her mouth when she kissed me. She pulled back laughing hysterically.

Susan looked over from where she was making dinner with a wry smile. "She really should wait for spin the bottle in a few years."

We called it 'tongue kisses.' Sometimes she'd just want to do that for quite a while and she was used to me rubbing her chest and pussy (through her clothes) while we did it.

After dinner we started wrestling on the sofa, Carly generally finds Spanish TV boring.

Her giggles and hoots almost echoed off the cement walls as I gave her nipples and armpits tongue kisses.

I held her and rolled her around so she was on her back and I was kneeling on the floor. She giggled and pushed at me as I kissed her nipples and tummy, then dug my tongue into her belly button. I kissed each of her thighs, then pulled her suit down and planted a kiss right on her pussy lips before pulling them back up.

She rolled onto her belly, still laughing hysterically, tried to pull herself away from me. I grabbed her bottoms so, as she moved, they were pulled down, uncovering her lovely little ass. I planted a kiss on each of her rounded orbs and she rolled over again, this time with her bottoms around her knees. Again I kissed her, right on the dimple at the top of her slit, as I pulled her bottoms down to her feet.

She looked at me with wide eyes as I pulled them free of her feet. Then I pulled her legs, sliding her back to the edge and spreading her. I rose up and kissed her again, on the mouth, and we tongue kissed. Then I started down again.

While I worked my way down licking and kissing she screamed with laughter. Then I kissed her pussy again. This time, however, I had her knees spread outside my shoulders.

"You STOP that!!" she squealed when I pushed my tongue between her lips.

"Noo-ooo-ooooo, Stop That You!" she giggled more as I explored the little folds and creases.

"Stop that...." Her voice was a bit less shrill.

I kept licking and even did a little sucking on her be-be sized clit.

The whole time she was getting quieter and quieter and it wasn't lost on me that she had her arms over her head.

Within a minute she was completely quiet, just occasionally making a little grunt or 'hmmm' sound and pretty soon she started to hump her clam into my face.

I glanced at my watch-6:17 PM, and kept up my oral assault on her. Now she was looking around, sometimes her eyes would close, but she would occasionally look down and smile at me. At 6:23 I noticed that she was now breathing in time of her pushes and I brought my hands down to her hips. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy and really concentrated on her clit while occasionally pushing the tip of my tongue at the opening of her vagina.

By ten minutes she was humping up hard against my mouth and her belly was expanding and contracting with her breath. Then she tensed and arched her back, making a low popping noise with her mouth, and she broke out into a sweat. When she relaxed back down she looked at me with a big smile.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Do you want it again?"

She pulled her legs up so her feet were now on the edge of the sofa, opening herself up incredibly wide.

I took this for an affirmative and went back down on her.

She again went to just sort of looking around, still occasionally looking down at me and smiling. After a few minutes she started to build again, her breath got deeper and her humping more determined. She lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders, her feet behind my neck and, just as she humped her little hairless pussy against my face, she started pulling my head down with her legs, squeezing me against her.

She was building quickly and I ran my hands under her little rounded ass, lifting her some. Her hands were down against the upholstery, she was bunching the fabric in her tiny little fists as she started to moan and hump harder. Another orgasm rolled over her. She caught her breath, then gasped, then held her breath again. She was alternately digging her heels into my spine just below my neck, then kicking out, her legs straight, only to grab me again, painfully hitting me with her heals. This went on for almost half a minute before she whimpered and pushed herself away, twisting and then pushing on my forehead with her hands.

"Had enough?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," she half said, half whined. She was breathing hard, as if she had just been running.

I pulled away and looked down at her. She was glowing with sweat; her hair was damp with it. Her chest and face were flushed and her slit and lips were wet and shinny from my spit and her own juices. Her clit and inner lips were swollen and pinkish-red, I could clearly see the translucent membrane that mostly covered the opening to her cunt.

"Did you like me tongue kissing you like that? Did you like me making you cum with my tongue?"

Her face lit up and she nodded again, vigorously, with a big smile.

"Well..." I leaned down and kissed her open puss, "I'll...." [kiss] "just.." [kiss] "have..." [kiss] "to do..." [kiss] "that again."

With a bit of whimpering, Carly rolled over, then climbed onto the couch, laying on her stomach, facing me. Her eyes got big when I worked my shorts down, freeing my enraged dick. As she lay there watching me, I started to jerk off, looking at her naked little body.

"Why are you doing that?" she asked.

"I'm going to make myself cum, just like you do when you rub yourself."

For the next couple of minutes she lay there and watched me. Then I noticed that she had her hands underneath her and was wiggling her hips. The idea that she was masturbating and watching me was too much and I almost immediately started shooting jez.

Her eyes got bigger as it plopped on the floor between my feet and ran down the back of my hand. I didn't say anything as I lay back panting, my Johnson all slimed up in my hand.

"Uncle Carl! Did you just go potty?!"

"That's my sperm," I panted. "It shoots out when a man cums."

I rolled off the chair and walked on my knees over to her. She lifted up and the twisted around on the couch, facing me. I held out my hand.

"See, it's not pee, it's my cum."

She looked skeptically at my smeared up hand.

"It looks gooey."

(I don't know where the next brainstorm came from-but I'm sure glad I had it!)

"Well, it's supposed to go inside your tummy." I reached up and took some of my white slime on my other fingers and held it out. "Go ahead, taste it."

Carly leaned forward and ran her tongue over my fingertips, taking the dollop of sperm. She closed her eyes as she moved the goo around in her mouth, then she swallowed.

"It's supposed to go into a girl's tummy, either in your mouth or in your slit."

"Why?"

"It'll make you grow up to be a beautiful woman. Then, it'll make you have beautiful babies. You're mommy had a lot of cum, and she's really beautiful, isn't she?"

"I guess so."

"And you're a beautiful little girl, right? At least, I think you are." I paused. "Do you want any more?"

She looked at my hand as a drop stringed off and dripped. I just happened to hit her just above her slit. She pulled back, lifting herself with her hands, then reached down and smeared the drop of cum across her hip.

"No."

I stood up and went into the kitchen where I got some paper towel and wiped up. When I came back out into the living room, Carly was stretched out again on the couch, on her stomach, her thumb in her mouth. I sat down and, by the second set of commercials on the TV, she was sound asleep.

A little while later I picked her up and carried her to my bed and I cuddled around her tiny little naked body all night. At one point I woke up again with a stiffy and I jerked off in the sheets with her sleeping quietly against my side.

In the morning, I was woken up by the racket of two macaws in the tree outside the open window. Carly wasn't in bed and I quickly got up to look for her. As soon as I went out into the small patio (almost a courtyard except that the front was closed off with a wrought iron fence and gate) I looked across the sand to see her standing on the beach looking at something in the sand. She was still naked (as was I).

"Carly!" I called, "you shouldn't go out when I'm asleep."

She looked up and said back, "Uncle Carl, come look at this sand-dollar."

I looked up and down the beach-it was deserted. Usually, in the afternoons there'd be a few people out, but not early in the morning. So, I went out to her, now both of us were naked, standing with the surf just reaching out feet.

She had picked up a sand dollar that was still alive-its tube feet reaching out for something to grasp. "We should put it back in the water, out deeper, so it can live."

I carried Carly to where the waves broke over my chest but, between them, it was up to my knees. I was really aware of her little pussy pressing against my hip. When we were deep in the water, I could move my hand from the back of her thigh to her little ass and I was even able to, a couple of times, run my finger along her crack and feel her soft pussy.

After a wave had passed, I set her down and she carefully placed the little creature on the sand under water, then we went back in and I carried her all the way to the house.

That day, I had to go back to work. I run a little computer repair place in Jaco, fixing tourist's laptops that go south while they're on vacation. Mostly, all I have to do is some configuration work to make them deal with the local hotel's networks. The usual client has screwed his machine up trying to get on line.

I have two part-timers that help out, and they get more hours when I take a day off. I had arranged for Carly to be watched by a local abuela who also watched her nietos while her daughter was working. She was the mother-in-law of one of my assistances.

So, with some regrets, I got dressed and had Carly put on some clothes too. Then we drove into Jaco and I dropped her off at a little green house and promised her I'd be back in a few hours.

I got back to get her at about three and there were no kids in the house. Not that there weren't kids around, the neighborhood was full of them, just that Juanita was alone sitting on the patio in front of the house.

"Hola el sir, los niños se está divirtiendo. Su niña está con Carlos," she said. She put her fingers to her mouth and whistled and soon the three of them, two little boys and Carly, came running.

Carly was a sight! She was filthy. If it hadn't been for her (now) dirty blond hair and smears in the dirt here and there, you'd think she was the same complexion as all the other kids. Still, she was all smiles and was even using a few Spanish words in her jabbering with the other kids. A soccer ball came rolling down the street and the three of them dashed off after it. Soon they were mixed with a dozen other little ones, maybe 3 to 10 years old, kicking at the ball.

"Mira como ella se está divirtiendo," I said.

"Ella es un niño feliz, muy bueno. ¡Carly! Es hora de ir. "

She stopped and looked at us, not understanding what Juanita had called to her.

"Hon, it's time to go," I called.

She really didn't want to leave, so I stayed a few minutes more, Juanita and I watching the kids play. Finally I coached her back and, with assurances that she'd be back tomorrow, we climbed into my little Dihatsu truck and headed home.

On the drive to Estrellos, about 30 klicks south of Jaco, she told me all about her day. She'd spent most of it playing with Miguel, Juanita's five-year-old grandson. Then, when Carlos got home from school (I'd guess that he was nine), they'd all gone out playing 'fútbol.' I was really pleased that she'd had a great time.

"Can we go swimming?" she asked as we turned off the main road toward the beach.

"Sure," I said. I switched to four wheel drive instead of turning left down the shell road that ran along the beach and kept straight onto the sand. I drove down to where our house was, just a few yards away across the road, and parked.

Carly and I climbed out and she ran toward the water, pulling her filthy little dress over her head. She stopped when her feet reached the water, then turned and ran back, at the same time trying to carry her dress and pull her panties off. She dropped them at my feet, then ran back.

In the afternoon it would not do for me to get naked on the beach, so I slipped off my shoes and shirt, left my wallet and keys under the seat, and followed Carly. I came up behind her and scooped her up, placing her on my shoulders. As we walked deeper into the surf, I was acutely aware of the warm softness of her pussy on the back of my neck. I tried to move my head some to rub her. When I was up to my chest, I reached up and lifted her off, then held her in the water in front of me.

We giggled and laughed. When a large wave would come along, I'd hold her over me and jump. Once I lost my footing and we ended up scrambling in water-she came up sputtering and blinking her eyes, a bit scared. I held her then and moved to shallower water.

After a few minutes, we were back at the truck and I pulled out a couple of beach towels I keep in the back seat-I thought it'd be neat to watch the sun set over the Pacific. By now, the sun was down in our faces, moving in and out of the tropical cumulus clouds that push up like small versions of thunderstorms but rarely put out rain.

"You're going to need some sunscreen," I said.

Carly rolled over on her stomach and laid her head on her arms. I surveyed her naked back and butt. Her ass made up two pale orbs between a pale back and slightly better tanned thighs. She had obviously only had the one piece Susan had sent with her-she was white from her neck to her butt. I put the lotion on my hands and started on her shoulders, spreading it down her arms, into the nap of her neck, then down her mid and lower back.

"You don't have any tan here. We'll have to be careful that you don't get burned," I said as I put more lotion on my hands and then started spreading it on her beautiful cheeks. She lifted her head and giggled, then put it back down.

My cock was definitely pushing against my shorts as I spread the white liquid on her upper thighs. I couldn't resist and pushed my hand down between her legs, then moved it up to where they met. She lifter her butt and pushed her legs a little apart, letting me rub the edge of my hand along her slit.

I worked my way down to her thighs and calves, finishing up by tickling her feet. She laughed and rolled over, stretching her arms over her head. I caught my breath looking at the fantastic sight.

At four, Carly wasn't a toddler, but she wasn't a 'girl'. Her head was still a little large, her legs and arms still a little short, and she still had some of that baby fat. But most of the rolls and creases that babies have had disappeared. Still, she had little rises like the early tits of a ten or eleven year old. Her pussy was no longer a bubble under her belly, but when she twisted or bent over there were a few creases on her sides.

I put more sun screen on my hands and then started rubbing it across her chest.

Carly liked this-the smile was replaced with open eyes and slighting parted lips as she stretched like a cat. Her tiny nipples were just two bumps as I ran my hands over her and down her ribs. I didn't want to tickle her, so I was careful when I did her belly and sides. Then I put lotion on her left thigh, the one closest, working my way down her leg to the top of her foot. I moved to the other side, first her foot, then the front of her calf, then her thigh.

I looked up and down the beach-no one around.

When I reached the top I used two of my fingers to massage the sunscreen on to her fat pussy lips. Carly's eyes got big, then she spread her legs. I ran my finger along her slit, opening her pussy and feeling the soft folds between.

"Keep doing that," she said in a low voice.

I moved my fingers along her slit, then used the pads of two to move her clam in a circle. Carly started to hump against my hand. Next I used my pointer and ring finger to pull the soft lips apart and I pushed my index finger up inside her four-year-old cunt. There was a sharp intake of breath as I stretched her little cherry. "Ouwy," she said.

I pulled my hand back. "There honey. That should be good enough."

My voice was thick.

The mood broke and Carly sat up. "I'm hungry!"

"If you promise to stay right here, I'll run to the house and get some snacks."

"OK!"

"Don't get off the towel," I said sternly, "you mustn't go near the water unless I'm with you. OK?"

She nodded with a serious expression.

In the kitchen, I loaded a basket with chips, a sliced mango from the fridge, a couple of cans of ginger ale, and a couple of Imperial beers. When I got back, Carly was sitting on sand with her legs spread, knees up, drawing designs in the sand between her legs.

As the sun moved closer to the horizon over the Pacific, Carly played in the sand while I read some. A couple of times, we went into the surf and splashed around. We didn't stay alone for long, a family of vacationers came onto the beach in their rented SUV and set up camp 20 or 30 meters away. I got some strange looks from the adults, and they had a 12 or 13 year old boy who took a special interest in Carly, but we didn't talk.

For some reason, Costa Rica is on the equivalent of Mountain time in the US, even though they're at the longitude of Florida. This makes for early sunrises and sunsets. Being in the tropics, the length of the day doesn't change much, only about an hour between January and June. Typically, the sun sets between 6 and 6:30. Also, being the tropics, there's not much time for twilight, so by 6:20 it was time to go back to the house. I pulled the truck across the narrow grass strip between the beach and the road, then parked it in its usual place next to my house, and carried Carly and the food basket in.

"You need to go right to the bath," I said. The time in the surf had washed some of the dirt off, but not all. We went into the bathroom and I turned on the water in the tub, then lifted her over the edge. As it filled around her feet, I took the hand sprayer and sprayed her hair. Then I took shampoo and worked the suds though, then rinsed. "I need to wash that filthy face."

I told her to keep her eyes shut tight as I used my soapy hands to scrub the grime off. I sprayed her face as she held her breath, then soaped up my hands again. She watched me silently as I rubbed down her chest and stomach, then each of her arms. I turned her around and washed her back, then her butt. She giggled and pushed her ass out when I ran my fingers between her cheeks and tickled her little bung hole.

By now my cock was raging and I stopped for just a moment to push my shorts down. She turned around as I pushed them free of my feet-her eyes got big when she saw my hard on. I put more soap on my hands and put them around one of her thighs, moving up and down. I brushed her pussy a couple of times before I lowered my hands to her knee, then calf. I had her put her foot on the edge of the tub and she giggled again while I washed it. Then I washed her other foot, then went up her leg. This time, when I reached her pussy, I wasn't at all subtle about fingering her crack. She put her hands on my shoulders.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

She shrugged with a smile.

"Do you like it better when you do it?"

"I want you to give it a tongue kiss."

Well, how could I refuse? I leaned forward and pushed my tongue into her soapy little cooch. She bent her legs and squatted down slightly.

"I'm going to dry you off, then take you into the bedroom," I said. "But first, I need a shower too. Is it alright if we shower together?"

She nodded with a big smile.

I stood up and stepped into the tub, then turned around and opened the drain. I pulled the curtain closed and turned on the water. I hung the sprayer on the clip on the wall, then turned around again.

My cock was almost hitting her in the face.

"Here, honey," I said. I took her hands and brought them up, closing them around my shaft. I showed her how to move her hands up and down the length. "That feels real good, honey," I said. She looked straight at my dick head and watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out and stringed down.

"Do you remember how I gave your pepe a tongue kiss?" I asked.

"Yeah," she looked up at me, holding my ridged cock in her hands.

"It's the same for me if you suck it."

She looked at my cock, then tentatively leaned forward and took my cockhead in her mouth.

"Ohhh...that's wonderful, dear," I moaned as I felt her tongue playing around the bottom of the head. I put my hands on the top of her head and pushed gently a couple of times. Then I had to stop her before she ended up with her mouth full of cum. I took her hands and pulled her off my cock.

"Here, honey, let me get washed, then we'll go into the bedroom."

She watched me as I quickly scrubbed the sweat of the day off. The change in action made my dick relax some, dropping down to half mast.

I took the sprayer and rinsed her completely off, then lifted her out of the tub. My cock batted her a couple of times as I dried her-she giggled. She sat on the edge of the sink while I dried off, then I combed out her hair.

She got really quiet when I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom. I put her on the bed, sitting on the edge.

My bed was really just a mattress on some plywood set up on six cinder blocks-simple, cheap, and comfortable. I had purposely adjusted the height so that when I was on my knees on the floor my cock was in the perfect fucking position. This I'd tried out many times with various friends from bars around the area-the youngest had probably been around 14, the daughter of some Canadian family down for vacation that they had let run just a little too wild.

As soon as I had set her down, she leaned back on her elbows and lifted her legs in the air, spreading them, giving me a full view of her baby girl pussy, pulling the lips open. She smiled and shook out her hair.

I knelt on the floor between her knees. "Do you want me to tongue kiss you down here like I did last night?"

"Yeaahhh."

"I'm also going to put my sperm in your slit, is that OK?"

She looked confused.

"Do you remember? Last night I shot my sperm after I'd licked you and I told you that it's supposed to go in your tummy, right?"

"Uh huh," she nodded with a bit of a wondering expression on her face.

"Well, instead of rubbing my dick with my hand, I'm going to rub it on your slit and then I'm going to shoot my sperm up inside your belly, OK?"

"I guess sooo..."

"It won't hurt, it'll feel real nice. Almost as good as when you rub yourself there."

Without waiting for a response, I leaned down and ran my tongue along her lovely hairless pussy.

Carly looked down at me as I started eating her pussy but then her eyes lost focus and her head lolled back. Right away she started to breathe harder.

Her pussy tasted like Zest soap. The smooth, dry outer lips parted for the slippery and warmer interior. But, after only a half minute, my spit had wetted her so that the only difference in sensation was the feeling of the slick inner folds of her cunt. She started to rock her hips with my strokes, still occasionally looking down and smiling at me.

It was amazing how quickly she got off. I'd guess that it was only two or three minutes, maybe less, before she was pushing her little snatch into my face and grunting. I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy and her little legs shot out as she gasped and arched her back.

I kept it going but slowed down as she melted onto the bed, her legs laying down across my shoulders and down my back.

I lifted my head. "Was that fun?"

She pulled herself up on her elbows again. "Do that again!"

Well, how could I refuse? I went back at it, this time tickling her be-be clit with my tongue.

"Do it harder," she said. She reached down and pulled my head more into her crotch and at the same time.

I used my thumbs to pull her pussy wider apart, fully exposing her clit and opening her vagina. Soon she was shuddering and shaking again, gasping for breath as beads of sweat appeared on her upper lip, forehead, and chest. After a solid minute of constant orgasm she pushed my forehead away and lay there, panting.

Now I rose up on my knees, then pulled her out so her butt was half hanging off the edge. She was laying there, panting, completely spread out and open for me, her thighs apart, knees down so her pubic mound thrust up, hands over he head. Her slit was pulled wide apart, exposing her pink clit and ridge and inner lips, also open.

I had been stroking myself as I ate her pussy, so I was pretty near already as I ran my dick along her very wet slit.

When she felt my dick-head against her pussy, Carly's eyes got big and she pulled herself up on her elbows, looking down. The sight of my hard-on against her baby girl sex was just awesome as I rubbed the end of my dick-head back and forth, pushing and moving the soft rise of warm flesh.

Carly looked up with a timid smile, then back down, just a little afraid. I was really turned on, getting really close, and I had to control myself not to push too hard into her.

Her eyes just got bigger as she watched, I think the expression on my face may have been a little scary. I stroked my cock and rubbed my dick head along her slit faster as the pressure built behind my balls and, then with a grunt, I pushed the tip of my cock at the opening of her cunt and started to cum.

It was probably after the third shot that goo pushed out between my dick head and her slit. At that point, my head popped out of the socket of her stretched clam and I shot three or four ropes of goo up across her monz and belly.

As the last drops of semen dripped out of my cock, I sank back on my heels. Carly was a sight! She was propped up on her elbows, her ass hanging off the edge of the bed, her feet not quite touching the floor and her cum smeared pussy pulled open. As I sat there, panting, a big gob of white goo came out of her vagina and ran down over her ass cheeks.

"Oh, can't waste that!" I said as I reached up and ran my thumb along her slit. Another drool of cum came out of her cunt and I collected it on my thumb. I held it up for her, putting it to her mouth and, with weary eyes, she sucked it off my thumb. She made a bit of a sour face at the taste of my sperm that had been inside her pussy.

I leaned down and licked more of my cum off of her pussy. Then, with a string of jez hanging off my chin, I rose up and kissed my little niece cum-slut, pushing my tongue into her mouth and spitting the load from me to her.

She pulled away, giggling, "That's yukky!" she laughed after she swallowed. Now there was smeared sperm all over her pussy and around her mouth-what a sight!

"Oh honey, you are wonderful," I panted.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then sat up completely.

I took a corner of the sheet and wiped her face, drying it off, then kissed her. She had just a little cum breath. Again I pushed my tongue out to meet hers and I felt her arms snake around my neck. I stood up, taking her with me-her slimy pussy was against my stomach as she wrapped her legs around me.

I crawled onto the bed with Carly hanging under me, then rolled onto my side. We stayed cuddled up like that for the rest of the night.

Over the next couple of days I filled her with my slime quite a few times, in fact, I was walking around with a terminal case of lover's nuts. Also, in preparation for future events, I had her suck on my dick head a couple of times-not to make me cum-but to get me really going so I could pump my swimmers into her four year old womb. I'm not sure why, but the idea of my sperm wiggling around inside my four year old niece was an incredible turn-on.

Once, while sitting on the couch watching TV, I had her on my lap with my cock sticking up between her legs. She was holding my dick against the soft skin of her belly, it reached above her belly button.

I was humping hard as she squeezed it tight and, after I had filled her hands with my goo she looked up at me, holding her cum filled hands out.

"But, it didn't go in my tummy."

"Sure it can, just lick it off your hands and swallow it."

She dutifully licked my stringy white from her hands, then gathered what she could off her stomach and chest and drank as much as she could. She looked up at me with cum wet lips, a string between them, and giggled.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"It's alright, I guess," she said.

It was, maybe, two, maybe three days later that I deflowered my little angel-and in the most unusual way. No, I did not cram my cock inside a baby, tearing and injuring her, only a complete ass-hole would do that.

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.

The rain had stopped, so a few minutes later we got up and went out for ice cream at a little cantina that opened on the street. It was only about a ten minute drive but, on the way back, Carly fell asleep so I carried her back into the house put her on the bed. After I'd pissed and brushed my teeth I stripped her, then cuddled up next to her.

Even with the action of only an hour earlier, my cock got hard against her but, when I started rubbing it along her side she half woke up.

"No Carl, I'm sleeping," she said, then rolled away from me. I wrapped around her but then went to sleep too.

The next day I was back to work and Carly was off to daycare. It rained most of that day so, when I arrived to pick her up she was inside watching TV.

Problem was, I'd been thinking about her all day and I was so horny that I just couldn't stand it. I just couldn't get the image of her face as I shot me cum in her mouth out of my mind-I simply had to get another blow job from her, and soon.

Still, how do you ask a four year old for a blow job? I decided the direct approach was best.

"Honey," I said as I turned onto the main coast road, "do you remember swallowing my sperm last night?"

Carly looked up at me. At first she looked surprised, then she got a serious look on her face. "Yeeesss?"

"That was so wonderful, would you do it again when we get home?"

"Is that all?" she responded. "Sure."

My dick surged.

My driving was somewhat distracted and I was a little disappointed when I turned onto the road to the house and Carly chimed up that she wanted to go to the beach. I knew that she had been cooped up inside all day so I really couldn't deny her wanting to run around some. Just on time, the sun broke through the clouds and lit up the wet scene. So I engaged the four wheel drive and went out on the sand, then left and 250 meters down to our own little strip.

Even before I had gotten to the sand, Carly was pulling her clothes off-first she kicked off her sneakers, then her shirt was on the center console and I tried to keep my eye on the road as she worked her shorts and panties down. Before I even had the engine off and parking brake set she was out the door running toward the water.

There was no one around and I guessed that most people would stay in, anticipating more rain so, after I had come around the front of the truck, I decided to join her. My shoes and socks joined hers on the floor of the passenger side, my shirt was on her seat and, after one last look up and down the beach, my shorts joined it.

We frolicked around in the surf for about 10 minutes. I was sort of teaching Carly how to swim-holding her back up in the water and letting her kick and stroke. I just loved the view of her sweet little butt as she splashed around. Quite often she'd rub against my dick. A few times she even grabbed it to steady herself as waves washed by-OUCH!

I carried her back up to the truck and, again, the sun broke through.

"Let's get a suntan!" Carly chimed.

I spread two towels in the sand and sat down, watching the light on the gray waves. When I looked over at Carly, she had lay down on her back, her legs spread and out straight, her arms down by her sides. The sun was lighting up her awesome little sexy body, shining directly up between her thighs. Again I looked up and down the beach-no one there.

I simply couldn't help but start stroking myself as I admired the little four year old sex goddess. I got the crazy idea that I'd just lay down next to her, propped up on one arm, and jerk off. Maybe I'd even shoot my spunk across her little tummy and clam.

I looked around again. We were partially hidden behind the truck and there still was no body out there. If anyone appeared I figured I could roll onto my stomach, so I kept up the strokes.

The cum was beginning to build when Carly opened one eye. She looked at me and then sat up.

"Uncle Carl! What are you doing!?"

"I told you I needed to cum, but you were sleeping."

"Well, OK, lay down and I'll take care of you."

I couldn't believe I was laying flat on my back, on a public beach, with a four year old kneeling between my legs sucking my dick. All I could do was look up at the clouds and let it happen-and soon before anyone saw us.

Carly really could only fit the head of my cock in her mouth, so the soft warmth and sucking was concentrated there. Still, she stroked the shaft with both hands and, with some coaching, learned to move her head around and rub it with her tongue as she sucked. This was accompanied by the slight scrapping of her teeth. She had to breathe through her nose and occasionally there'd be a little burping noise as she sucked. She had to stop every once in a while to catch her breath, maybe swallow some of her spit and my precum.

We must have been quite a sight, a thirty something guy laying flat on his back while a preschooler knelt between his legs sucking his Johnson. Pretty soon I was grunting and moaning-Carly knew what that meant-and she concentrated on sucking.

She flinched when I filled her mouth with cum, some shot out around her lips and ran down over her hands. She slowed down as the goo flowed into her face and I felt her swallow a couple of times.

"Honey, I want to see my sperm in your mouth."

Carly had seen this in a couple of movies I'd watched while she played in the livingroom and, as I finished blowing, she lifted up, a string of white goo stretched from her chin to my cockhead, and opened her mouth, showing me her tongue and teeth awash with my white spunk. Then she swallowed, then opened her mouth again.

I pulled her up across my chest and shoved my tongue into her mouth. She still tasted of sperm. I brought my hand up between her thighs and started to finger her clam from behind. She returned my kisses and started to hump against my still hard and wet dick.

"Uncle Carl, would you lick me?" she asked.

Next she was sitting on my face, again grinding her pussy down on my mouth. All the soreness seemed to have gone away as I pushed my tongue up inside her and was amazed by how far it would go now. It only took a couple of minutes before she was holding my temples, pulling herself down on my face and catching her breath. I felt her shiver several times and her thighs got sweaty against my cheeks.

Finally she rolled off of me on to her side. "That was nice," she said. "I'm not sore anymore."

"No, I guess not."

I looked around, still nobody out on the beach, so I pulled her against me and, laying on my side, enveloped her in my arms. She hugged me, and over the next couple of minutes her breathing slowed.

The sun was gone again and it was getting pretty dim. "Honey, let's get some dinner," I said.

We didn't bother putting our clothes back on, just drove up to the house and went inside.

While the hamburgers were cooking on the grill I checked my e-mail. There was a note from Susan, Carly's mom-my sister, asking if she could come down and spend a couple of weeks with us before she took Carly home. She mentioned that her boyfriend would not be able to get off work (probably a big delivery planned).

Frankly, Susan was always welcome at my door, and in my bed. Now, well, the idea of a threesome with Susan AND Carly took my breath away. Then I remembered that she'd be taking Carly with her when she left. I guessed I'd have to be making a few trips down to Panama or up to El Salvador.

That night I was amazed at how much Carly's pussy would stretch to take my cock. Now, rather than just putting the tip against her spread lips, about half my dick head would be nestled in her cunt and I'm sure that almost my entire load (small-it was my second time in three hours) disappeared inside the little ones cunt.

So, the plans were made and I'd have two more weeks with Carly, then I'd have to share her with Susan for another two. I didn't want to think beyond that.

Things didn't turn out that way, however.

I'll admit, my blood pressure peaked when my cell rang and the caller on the other end identified herself as a case worker for the Ohio Department of Job and Family Services. Seems my sister and her drug dealing boyfriend had managed to get themselves busted in a DEA sting. My sister wanted Carly to stay with me, at least until after the trial.

That ought to take at least a year....COOL!