When you spend eight hours a day, forty
hours a week with a guy, you get to know him
pretty well. Driving around all day in an armored
truck, Paul and I got to be pretty good friends. Also,
of course, we talked about sex a lot, made
comments about the girls we saw and the like, and I
guess it sort of became an open secret that we both
appreciate the sexiness of little girls. We had been a
team for about two months when Paul invited me
over for an evening of ESPN and beer.
His wife worked nights, so it was normally
up to him to get their three year old daughter to bed.
I was delighted when she came out of the bath and
lay down on the floor in her nighty-it rode up
some and I got a really nice view of her ass--no
panties. She lay there, watching TV. I used the
pretence of getting another beer to switch seats,
now I was directly behind her and could look up
between her legs at her little puffy cunt lips. Paul
gave me a knowing look-he knew what I was
doing-all he did was smile, then talk about the
game.
A few minutes later he called her, "Carletta,
time for bed."
The child got up (too bad), then they went
hand in hand down the hall. Paul was in her
bedroom for quite a while, long enough for Oakland
to score two runs in the bottom of the sixth. When
he came out I noticed that he was sweating a little
and, before his shirt tail had been out, now it was
tucked in.
A couple of days later, the same routine was
repeated except that, this time, Carletta came out of
the bath bare naked. I really had to control my hard
on as I watched the little brown beauty roll around
on the floor. She still has a little paunch of baby fat
above her soft looking pussy. She's just chubby
enough that she looks like she may have little tits
under her dark brown nipples. She still has just the
line left over from that little crease babies have half
way down on the inside of their thighs. She stood
there facing me as her father picked out her hair,
then put it in two little puffs on either side of her
head. I wanted to pull my cock out right then and
jerk off in front of both of them.
The little one, still naked, climbed into her
daddy's lap and watched TV. How he kept from
rubbing her lovely little cunt I don't know. I do
know that I desperately wanted to feel the soft skin
of her lips, the warm stickiness of the slot in
between, maybe a firm little clit, just a pin head. I
was really going crazy and Paul knew it. He sat
there with a shit eating grin on his face, looking at
me with this "Don't ya wish you was me?" look on
his face.
After a good ten minutes of this he carried
the little black cunt slut off to bed. I sat and watched
the TV for a couple of minutes, then decided to go
to the bathroom and relieve myself. It was while
passing by the little girl's room on my way back
that I really got a show. I had noticed that the door
was ajar when I went by, it was when coming back
that the sight lines were right and I saw them. At
least, I saw Paul. He had his back to the door,
standing next to the bed, his pants down to his
knees. I could see Carly's legs dangling down
between his. He was making short, sharp thrusts
with his hips, his head back, grunting softly as he,
obviously, emptied his sack. I just got a glimpse,
then hurried on, not wanting to be seen. When Paul
came back into the living room there were still a
few beads of sweat on his forehead and, at first, he
seemed a little distracted.
It was almost three months before I was over
for another sports night. Carly had turned four,
football had started, it was Monday night. Paul's
wife had rotated from eves to mids to days and back
to eves. That evening Paul spent a good amount of
time in Carletta's room, then came out and made a
comment about how much he liked putting the little
one to bed. During half time I picked up a pile of
photos on the table and thumbed through them.
They started with pictures of Carly's birthday party
but then switched to some of a time in a park, and
then a couple of cutesy pictures of Carly in the tub.
Then came the real interesting ones. Carly naked on
the floor, on her back, Carly crawling away, her
clam poking out under her butt, Carly sitting on the
sofa, her legs spread, Carly again on the floor,
pulling her tiny cunt lips apart, showing off her
cherry, Carly laying on her tummy, fingering
herself.
It was early in the third quarter that the
phone rang. Paul talked for a few (I was busy
looking through the pictures and wondering if I
should ask for copies) when he put the handset
down.
"I have to go," he said. "Buddy's broken
down on the 605."
"Need help?" I asked.
"Can you get Carly to bed?" he paused, "Put
her in the bath, she needs to be in bed by nine."
"Aaaah, .....yeah,.....sure," my dick was
already getting hard.
"She'll want a kiss go night."
"Ok."
He looked at the little one. "Carly, you be
sure to give Jimmy a good kiss goodnight. I'll come
kiss you when I get back."
"Ok."
"I'll call when I find out what's up, Marie
(that's his wife) gets off at 11:30."
It was coming up on eight. When the door
closed I had to fight the desire to grab the little child
and strip her right then-not yet. I drained two
beers in the next 20 minutes while watching the
little girl rolling around on the floor and not
watching the game.
At 8:15 I just couldn't wait any longer.
"Carly, time for a bath," my voice was
horse.
"Ok Jimmy," she chimed and got up,
heading down the hall.
We went into the bathroom and, as I started
the water, she pulled her top off, then pushed her
shorts and panties down in one move. The blood
pounded in my ears as I inspected the tiny naked
girl. Not that I hadn't seen her before, but now I
was alone. I wanted to whip off my pants right then
but, no, maybe later. I felt dizzy as I lifted her into
the tub, then sat on the toilet and watched the
cherub play. I started rubbing myself through my
jeans, my dick was straining against the denim.
"Does your Daddy wash your hair?" I asked.
Without answering, she slid down in the tub,
stretching out and wetted her hair. I knelt next to
her, then worked the suds into her, then leaned her
back and rinsed. The whole time I was staring at the
puffy little pussy lips. Her clit ridge just peaked out
from between them.
She stood up and held her arms out to the
side, "Wash me!"
I looked around and found a wash cloth.
When I started putting soap on it she said, "Daddy
never uses that."
There was a huge lump in my throat. "He
just uses his hands?" I croaked.
"Yup."
I thought I'd pass out as I soaped up my
hands. I started at her neck, rubbing my slick hands
around her soft shoulders then out each of her arms.
She giggled a little when I washed between her
fingers but positively shrieked when I dug in her
arm pits with my fingers. I worked my way down
her sides and over her belly but I couldn't bring
myself to rub her pussy. I washed her legs down to
the water, then told her to sit down and rinse. She
dropped into the water, splashing me and giggled at
me as I wiped my face. Then she stood up and
turned around, bending over and shoving her lovely
little ass in my face.
"Wash my poody!" she giggled.
Well, what could I do, faced with those two
wonderful little brown orbs with the black asterisk
bung hole between them? She shivered as I ran my
finger down her butt crack and rubbed her anus.
Then I went further and ran my finger back and
forth across the soft clam peeking out from between
her thighs.
She turned around and thrust her hips
forward. "Now wash my peedy!"
My head was swimming as I ran my soapy
finger along the four year olds crack. Her pussy lips
were soft and smooth, slippery with soap. I pushed
my finger between them, opening them up to feel
the ridge between. She bent her knees slightly to
help and let out a small breath. But, just as quickly
as it had started, she stopped it. "I want to go to bed
now, will you kiss me good night?"
"Ahh, sure, honey." I stood up, my hard on
obvious in my pants. I grabbed a towel and held it
out for her. She stepped out of the tub and I
wrapped her in the towel. The next few minutes
were spent picking out her hair (I've never delt with
a black child's hair before) and putting tooth paste
on the brush for her. When we got to her room I
asked her where she kept her nighty.
"I want to go naky tonight," she said.
Who was I to complain?
As she climbed into the bed I got another
wonderful view of her little ass with the clean camel
toe beneath. Then she slid under the covers and
pulled them up to her chest. "Kiss me goodnight!"
I leaned down and was amazed when I felt
her tiny tongue moving against my lips. I just barely
opened my mouth and had the most awesome
French kiss, her little lips against mine, the tip of
her tongue sliding back and forth against mine. My
already aching dick surged. She put her arms
around my neck, holding the kiss. Without thinking,
I brought my hand up over the light blanket, feeling
the convergence of her thighs, and gently squeezed
her cunt through the covers. She whimpered slightly
and humped against my hand. Then she broke the
kiss.
I stood back up, looking down at the
beautiful little girl, listening to my heart pounding
in my ears.
"Kiss my peedy good night!" she said and
threw the covers down.
I was totally overwhelmed. On automatic
pilot, I leaned down and ran my tongue along her
hairless slit. She tasted of soap as I pushed my
tongue between the lips and felt the slick ridge
below. Carly humped against me as I went up and
down her cunt. Somewhere, I felt a tiny hand rub
my cock through my jeans, then start to tug on the
snap. I put my hand under her far knee and both
lifted and pushed it away, spreading the four year
olds legs further. At the same time I felt her pulling
at my zipper, then digging her hand inside my
undershorts. Just as she managed to pull my cock
out, she whimpered again and humped against my
mouth. She was suddenly wetter as she lay back,
relaxing. I lifted up and looked at her, she was
smiling at me, one of her chubby little hands
wrapped around my cock.
"Ok," she chimed. "Time for your kiss
goodnight!"
She sat up, sort of pulling herself up on my
dick, and swung her legs off the edge of the bed.
The feeling of her little tongue flicking around my
cock head was incredible. Her mouth was too small
to even take the head but she would wrap her lips
around it and suck so hard it hurt in between short
sessions of licking. All the while she was stroking
the length of my shaft with both of her hands. I
didn't know whether her father unloaded in her
mouth or not, but I was beyond caring. My nuts
ached and I was dizzy. She held my cock and, with
her mouth open, ran her tongue back and forth
across the super sensitive orbs on the bottom of my
dickhead. I lost all control and shot my load into the
tots mouth. She immediately clamped her lips
around my dick head and sucked as more slime was
pumped into her. My knees started to give out and I
had to make a conscious effort to keep standing as
the tiny little girl sucked and swallowed my entire
load of sperm.
I leaned forward, panting, as she released
my dick and smiled up at me. "Good nighty night!"
she said as she climbed back into bed. I leaned
down and kissed her again, her breath smelled of
my jez. I was zipping up my pants when I heard a
key in the door to the apartment.
I was coming down the hall as Paul entered
the living room.
"Carly in bed?"
"Ah, yeah...just tucked her in." My voice
was horse and I'm sure he could notice the
declining lump in my jeans.
"Good, I'll give her a kiss."
His 'kiss' lasted a good 10 minutes