	


While Her Mother was Out

--Leslie Schmidt



	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 lift 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 in 
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. 
