Sun, Sea and Sex, Day 1

by LesLuv

I watched Abbi, my three-year-old holiday companion, with drool running down my chin. What was running down the inside of my thighs was a kind of drool too, but smoother, stickier, and smellier. I could taste the desire, feel the trembling of my tummy, and the pounding of my heart as my mind pictured what was to be. I savoured the hours ahead, the days of wanton bliss, and thanked the gods that my life has been as it has.

I watched as she ran into the small waves near the shore, squealing as they swept over her feet, then very daringly waiting for a big wave that would come up to her knees. As she looked around and waved to me, a fifty three-year-old little-girl-lover sitting on a beach chair, wearing sunglasses, and a bright blue heart-spangled two piece bathing suit for this, our first day at the seaside, I waved back, marvelling at the essence of beauty held in that small figure.

Brave, beautiful Abbi. Wonderful, eager Abbi. Happy, vivacious Abbi who had wanted to come with me so much, knowing what I wanted, grinning and posing, hands on hips, licking her lips, then laughing as she sped out of the room, long blond hair flying. My heart's desire. My fortune, the outcome of a long remembered time that had opened of my mind to what I really was, and the furiously guilty pleasure that followed.

"Can we get an ice cream, Aunty Vicky? Please?" She'd dashed up as I was musing, pointing at the newly arrived van on the promenade above. Her green lycra costume - just the bottoms; who needs a top at that age? - was flashing in the sun, and she was laughing with sheer joy, scrunching her blue eyes shut against the glare.

"We certainly can, and then I want us to go back to the villa. That OK?"

"Oh." Pout. "But I want to play." She looked at me then, suddenly thoughtful. "Oh. You mean - are we going to make love?"

I grinned. "That's the idea, my poppet, I thought we might have some sex. I'm so horny I could let you suck me right here on the beach. I can feel you sucking me right now."

"I could, too. Mummy says I've got a long tongue." Giggle.

"You can use it all you want. Hours of lovemaking, and don't worry if I get noisy - it means you're making me happy."

"Can I do it now?" She dropped to her tummy and wriggled between my open legs, beginning to lick the crotch of my rather skimpy costume. "Mummy makes lots of noise when I do it to her."

"Do you make much noise when she does it to you?" That was the first thing that came into my head, because the sensation of her licking the fabric was so different, so erotic that I nearly boiled over then and there. It was all I could do to stop myself pushing the costume to one side and lewdly pulling my lips apart so she could get right inside me, but I was aware of other people not that far away and the risk of detection was just too great. Not even at a nudist beach could one have a three-year-old suck one off in public. Nice thought, though.

The thought, however, must have been enough, because my young miss caught it and wormed her fingers under the taut edges of the glossy material, then with a hand just the right size, found the way inside, causing me to - well, yelp would be closest - after which I had no choice but to tug the edges of the suit down so I could push them aside and expose my privates to the world - the world of my child-goddess, that is, who needed no more invitation than that.

Head bobbing, tongue darting, the unexpected thrill of sex on the beach, in public, in bright warm sunshine was like nothing ever before. Was anyone watching? I could hear nothing but the sound of gasps and slurps and my own panting, and to be truthful I unexpectedly didn't care. The tension of build-up was increasing, the wonderful surge of blood and hormones mounting, and the thrill of expectation came. Yes. I was about to come. My back suddenly arched as the rush began. "Ahh..."

Like you, I get lost in the consummation of orgasm, but not so lost as to be aware of the need to keep the scream I wanted to utter within bounds. Funny how we can do that isn't it? It didn't lessen the sensation, though, but heightened it. I collapsed back onto the sand, clit tingling, nerves twanging, panting and feeling wonderful.

"I got all your cum!" Abbi was ecstatic as she looked up, glistening face and big grin. "I love cum."

No one had dashed up to put us in irons, to tut-tut or even enquire politely about our actions, and I was suddenly aware of a sand grain where no sand grain had ever gone before. As I reached down to return my costume to its state of decorum I realised it had been joined by many of its fellow wanderers. This I had been warned about by Irene, one of my mothers, and now I knew why, forty years later. They felt like gobs of fire on my super-sensitive inner lining, but had no way of dealing with the problem. Grin and bear, stiffen the lip, and carry on ma'am.

"I like it here, Aunty Vicky, I love the seaside." She'd been licking her lips as she spoke, but looking at the sea and the boats in the distance.

"Oh, so do I, my love, but we need to get back now. I need to go to the loo."

"What about the ice cream?

"O.K, we'll get them on the way to the car." I picked up our things, wincing as I bent, and we walked up to the road above where the van with jingles blaring was parked. As we got near, a mother and daughter were walking away with cones in their hands. The woman, freckled and short, about thirty, gave me a funny kind of look, half sneer and half smile, before walking on. Her daughter, also freckled and plump and also about three, glanced at me then at Abbi, grinned, then followed her mother.

Nothing like beach ice creams. We strolled toward the car, licking our ices and holding hands, happy holidaymakers, looking at the sights and chatting.

The was villa perched high at the end of a promontory to the south, about 10 kilometres away. Thank heavens for friends who own such things and who show their friendship by handing me the keys with a smile and no charge.

Lunch was to be sandwiches and drinks, but first things first. Get out of our bathers and remove those sand grains which were grinding out their their message again. No wonder they called it sandpaper.

"What's the matter, Aunty Vicki?" Perceptive too, she was.

"Um - well, when we were doing - you know, at the beach, I think some sand got into you know where, and it's really beginning to hurt. I'm going to try and flush it away with the shower hose in the bath.

"In there?" She said, puzzlement piercing the words, pointing down between her legs.

"Yes, my love, down there. " I nodded, rising to start my ablution, but little Abbi was not only perceptive, she was quick as well.

"I could help. I could get them out. I like looking in there, it's all lovely and pink, and it smells good too." She grinned at me. "I suck Mummy's vagina every day nearly, because it makes her feel so good, and I love her."

Was that a shiver of lust that ran down my spine? "And I love you. So yes, come and suck that sand away, make me feel good too." I picked her up and gave her a big cuddle, the kind all little girls like, then a face licking that made me want to continue all over her body. "Come on, let's get out of these pesky bathing suits and look for sand." Tongues and fingers beat water and hoses any day. We de-suited, then went to the big bed where I assumed the position, the one I loved most of all: Bum at the edge of the bed, legs up and wide, lips open, juicy and waiting.

I began to tremble, just a little, the thrill of anticipation twanging the nerve endings, but nothing happened, so with things on hold I propped myself up and saw Abbi looking for the light switch. "Bedside light, love," I whispered shakily, pointing to the table.

It was turned on, a soft "I can see now" was spoken, and blessed child, blessed relief, her probing tongue began its job of seek and destroy. Then little fingers entered as the small vacuum cleaner of her mouth clamped onto my clitoris and sucked.

"Oh God, Abbi, yes...yes, more. Keep sucking me darling. Please. Don't stop. Suck hard. I'll come in your mouth." My body was working fine, thank you, and I could sense glands gushing, chemistry coursing, and hormones harmonising into another blockbuster, a rollercoaster of thrills.

I let loose with a scream. "I'm coming, Abbi, I'm coming." My orgasm was so intense I must have almost drowned her with my juices, but she drank it all down as fast as it came. I collapsed in helpless ecstasy, while the odd thought of 'who cares about sand?' popped into my mind.

Whimpers, moans and sighs followed, and I began the trip down from one of the longest orgasms I could remember. Sometimes they're a few seconds, sometimes more, but this seemed like minutes. Abbi did not stop searching in there with her fingers, and like all earthquakes, there were aftershocks, plates grinding away deep inside me, releasing the tensions that had built, not in centuries, but in hours. Ah! Wonderful relief, and this was only the first day.

My legs would hardly support me as I rose to go to the kitchen for some juice and sandwiches, and Abbi had a similar problem, except hers was just plain tiredness. She'd had an active morning, and as I said "Let's get something to eat," she was yawning.

When I put her sandwiches in front of her she shook her head and said, "Just milk, please." A few moments later I was carrying her to bed, no clothes, just a beautiful sleeping cherub, a heavenly child. The house had warmed up, and I gently covered her with a cotton blanket, then stood, admiring my adorable companion. I had no children of my own, but I surely loved little girls.

I reminded myself again that this was the result of living with two mothers, no father, two sisters, a cat, three birds and more love than most households ever dreamt of. Respect, tolerance, firmness and very high standards were the values I learnt, and practise to this day. And how to look out for yourself. Smiling, I went to shower.

Mirrors are interesting objects. I'd hate to have to live without one, but don't spend hours in front of them. The smile was still on my face as I entered the bathroom, and the full length mirror opposite the door made me stop in my tracks. At fifty three I wasn't in bad shape - I swim a good deal, do aerobics, cook and eat good food to satisfy my hunger, but my genes say I'm plumper than many of my fellows, so my breasts have always been the first part of my entry into a space. They've still got plenty of uplift, but without their youthful tautness, and I'm long past noticing male stares. The rest? Well, tallish, muscled appropriately, features that I'm told sometimes look stern - the result of thirty years teaching, no doubt - looks that will never be on a magazine cover, and now with the wrinkles that come and which have remained unbotoxed, hair that would be mostly grey if it weren't a pale reddish blonde, and worn in my favourite curly pile on top on my head, all the better to add the appearance of more height. There was also a gleam in the eyes.

Did I say I love little girls?

Had my lunch, rinsed clothes, unpacked, wandered around admiring the view, then went to gaze at my darling girl. Sleeping peacefully, blanket now over just her legs, blond hair tangled as she lay half on her side. Does your heart beat wildly when seeing such a sight? Mine does. I wanted to lick her all over, nuzzle her, cuddle and hold her forever. Instead I gently drew the unruly hair away from her face and let my fingers fall to her chest where they gently circled her tiny nipples, causing them to rise a fraction, and as I continued doing it a small murmur escaped her lips. "Mmm..."

I bent and brushed my mouth over hers, then did the same to the tiny pink protrusions blossoming on her chest. This time there was more than a murmur, there was a louder "Ahhh..." and a few moments later her eyelids fluttered open. She smiled when she saw me, and reached out a hand to stroke my breast. We didn't say a word, just looked and smiled, happy in sensuousness.

She'd had no lunch, no shower, but still didn't speak when I gently eased her legs around so they hung over the sides of the bed, drew them apart, and kissed those delicate folds of flesh at the apex. Her hands went to the same place and opened them, inviting more, which I was happy to give. Tip of tongue, feel of finger, and sensuous suck were the ingredients in an age old magic that have been given to lucky recipients over the ages.

"Love it." Abbi began to pant, and as my tongue flicked the tiny clitoris a sharply indrawn breath was the result. When I added the next ingredient - gently rubbing the tip of a nipple - the spell really began to work and she moaned, a fully-fledged adult moan of impending ecstasy, and when the clit-flick became a clit-suck her body arched and she called out from the depths of her holy temple.

I slowly removed myself from her and watched as she returned to the present.

"That was so good, I've never felt anything as good as that before. I love you, Aunty Vicki, thank you." Her speech was slow, dreamy, and she reached up and put her arms around me, kissing my cheek, so I picked her up and headed for the bath.

We bathed together, happy girls in love, got dried, put on gowns - I'll never know why - and went to have something to eat. Pretty ravenous, naturally, after which we explored the house, marvelled at its array of entertainments, and wandered back to the big bedroom. Twice today I'd been to glory, but did I also say that I'm insatiable? I always want more, and again assumed the position.

Abbi had no hesitation. Kneel, hands and mouth ready as I asked, "You don't mind?"

Her little head bobbed up, answering ,"I like doing it. I told you I love cum. You did it to me last, so it's my turn," and she grinned before returning to her task.

But - well, you know how sometimes the wind is in the wrong direction, your nerves have not recovered, or some distraction gets in the way, and this was one of those times. No matter how she tried I could not even get even started on the road to nirvana.

This must have become apparent to my little girl for she looked up, crying. "I'm not good at it, really, am I? Sometimes I am, but I just can't now."

"Not your fault, my love, it's me. Silly old me. Come on, come here and let's just cuddle."

She stood and climbed onto the bed where I put my arms around her and lifted her on top of me. A few moments silence as her tears dried, then, not deterred, she began to suck on one of my nipples. They're in keeping with the size of my boobs, and need little awakening to be the teats any child could suck with satisfaction, and believe me I love it being done. Clitoris and breast, the two most sensitive parts of a woman's anatomy, and I began to feel happily aroused but not all that excited as she continued.

It was so good, though, that an idea popped into my brain, a thought that might just do the trick. "Abbi, darling, let me up a minute. I've got something that might be the very thing. Just in my makeup bag."

She gave up on the teat and rolled off. I slid off the bed and opened the case, where a favourite plastic toy waited. Went back to the bed, lay once more in position, and asked little one, "Have you ever seen one of these before?"

She shook her head. "What is it?"

"It's called a vibrator. You can use it instead of a tongue - that is, when you don't have one of those handy, like when you can't lick yourself there."

"But you can't do that. I can't, anyway."

"Caught you. No one can. But this is a substitute. Real tongues and fingers belonging to a real girl like you are better, but this might help me this time. As well as you," I added quickly, seeing the look of alarm on her face.

"So, my sweetie, I want you to do what you were doing before, but first I want to stick this up my bum. Just a little way, and the you can turn this end, like this," - I demonstrated, her eyes saucering as she heard the noise, "and then you lick, suck and play. OK?"

"That's what the noise is from! I heard it in Mummy's room once, but she wouldn't tell me. But oh, can you show me too?"

"Later, my poppet. Right now, I'm getting horny again, and I need you."

I spat on the end, gently worked it into the third most sensitive spot until it was about right, lay back and said, "OK, pet, turn it on, turn me on, and get me over. Ahhh."

She did. As she got down to business she looked up and said, "I can feel it vibrating on my chest. It's funny." But then her head and hands were at work and the land of delirium loomed large in my brain.

And that is all it took. A little help from a friend, and within ten minutes I was over the rainbow, screaming a whirlwind, urging her and begging her for more, and off to the wonderful land of Oz where magic awaits. And is consummated. God knows what I said, what I did, but when I was aware of things again Abbi was in my arms, stroking my hair, kissing me on the cheek and sighing.

A few stray drops of cum were on her chin, and after a moment she whispered "Can I try it now?"

It took a minute for me to remember. "Perhaps later, my love. Right now it's time for us to get dressed and go out to dinner. There's a special restaurant we're going to and we don't want to be late." Six o'clock might be early, but my girl was to be in bed by half past eight at the latest, and a mother's orders are to be obeyed by all.

I love getting dressed in my best, wearing my jewellery and the best makeup, and I have to say we were a rather nice looking pair as we entered the rather famous restaurant. Conversation dwindled, then returned, a sure sign our entrance had made an impression, something I also like. Abbi was delightfully sweet, also dressed in her best, her beautiful hair a show of gossamer gold. Different feelings from before, but equally gratifying in their own way.

We ate well, enjoyed the attention of waiters and others, and were home in time for the commanded bed time. Well, nearly. It was nine before she was in bed, another five minutes before she was asleep, which was nice timing, for a few moments later the phone rang and a beautiful and familiar voice said, "Is she going OK?"

"Hello, Annette, my love, yes, she's fine, asleep for about an hour, and we're both enjoying it immensely. How are you?"

Well, it turned out that the two week conference was grinding to a halt, and would cease the following night due to lack of attendees. "Would you mind if I joined you? Wednesday? I have the time off, and I thought - well, to be honest, I'm getting myself into a right state thinking of all the things you two might be getting up to in that wonderful beach house you told me about, and I wondered if there might be room for three?"

"Oh, yes there is, all right, and yes, I think we'll make a pretty good threesome." Somehow my hand was between my legs again, the thought of my first girl lover filling my mind with hot drooling lust.

"I won't tell Abbi, though, as it's going to be a big surprise, eh?"

It was, but lots happened before that.

End of Day One