Summer had come, at last, after an excruciatingly long winter that seemed to never want to end. I had yearned for the sun, but more than the heat, I craved young bodies in tight shorts again. I longed for tight, ill-fitting bottoms of swimwear, clinging to a fat underage bottom who's curves could not be contained by last year's size. Finally it seemed those days were coming back to me, because as the temperature rose, the clothing shrank, and sure enough, the bottoms came back to me in their skimpy displays.

School was out, finally, and with those thoughts in mind, I decided to take a little vacation to the local pool, which had just recently opened it's waters to the public, and which I knew would be swimming with preteen bodies, plump and gorgeous, awaiting my eyes. With my member throbbing with anticipation, I gathered my trunks and sunscreen, rolled them up into an old blue towel, and headed out the door.

The enticing promise of an afternoon fulfillment tickled my loins as I pulled up into the parking lot. The fence, chain linked, was the only separation from dozens upon dozens of young darlings: swimming, diving, lounging, flirting, splashing, laughing. A 12 year old with budding buds of fresh breasts walked past in her blue one-piece suit, dripping, the fabric clinging desperately to every inch of her developing body. Her nipples, bigger than her tiny buds, pushed into the suit from beneath, hard from the cold. She turned to round the pool and as she did, graced me with her fat rear, pouring out of her wet suit, her white cheeks puffing out the edges. As she walked, those lovely cheeks shifted up and down, pulling the suit further into her crack.

I was already throbbing, and this was just the parking lot. My dreams were finally coming to fruition, after a long cold winter of waiting. I couldn't help myself. My erection was pushing into my shorts, painfully, and I had a twinge of excitement as I pulled out my fleshy bone. Tingles shot through my chest as the thought that preteen girls stood just feet away in skimpy bathing suits as my cock sat exposed, in the open air. I sat in my car, watching the little girls beyond the fence, and stroked softly, flexing my penis to engorge it, to make it throb harder. Softly I stroked as a skinny, tanned 8 year old pressed her firm gymnast buttocks against the gate, the wire pushing into the wet cheeks of her pale yellow suit.

Precum oozed onto my palm, and my balls began to tighten. I took my hand off, quickly, to avoid a premature launch. I wanted to savor this. I wanted more time with them. I'd been waiting too long to blow too soon.

I gathered my towel, with items wrapped inside, and got out of the car. I shut the door, turned, and was startled in my step to see a little girl, no older than 6, leering at me from a tree directly adjacent to where I had parked. She was short and plump with the curves of baby-fat still rounding her out. The kind of plump that accentuates the right curves, gives the right puffiness to all the right areas, before a growth spurt ends it all and stretches it all to normal. Her hair was silvery blonde, matted and tangled from play, and hung to the small of her back. Stray wisps flitted madly in every direction, spider webs of fragile strands. She was out playing in the sun, must have been, because some of her bangs had stuck to the sweat on her pale forehead that glistened in the sunlight.

She wore tight blue leggings and dirty pink flip-flops. The leggings were cotton, worn, and were too small for her, clinging tightly to every puff underneath them and showing a lot of her pink ankles in high-water fashion. The knees were discolored with dirt and grass stains, and more splotches of dried earth were smudged in different locations.

Her shirt was also too small, and clung to her plump torso, which pushed out softly from under it. It was a white shirt with pink trim on the cuffs and collar. A daisy rested on what was one day to be her breasts, but were now merely bumps, smaller than a babies' fist, pushing two of the daisies petals outwards. The shirt fell just short of covering her completely, and her pink, soft belly protruded softly outward underneath it, a silken mound of flawless flesh.

She stood with her blue eyes fixed on my face, her arms crossed, popping bubble-gum with a crooked mouth.

I smiled politely, and then a sudden spark of anxiety pranged me - had she seen me? I turned to look at the car. Sure enough, from where she was leaning by the tree, she could see right down into my car seat and, incidentally, to what I was doing. I turned back to her, slowly, thinking up excuses to use if questions occurred or tattling was to be told to any nearby adult.

However, for a long moment nothing was said, nothing happened, and she continued to stare at me. I spoke, uttered a sweet "Hello"...but she merely gazed. It was a bit disconcerting, that blue eyed gaze - very firm, judging, somewhat curious, and almost accusing.

After a moment I decided to leave her be. I figured I'd ignore the situation and hope she didn't understand what she saw, if she had, in fact, saw anything at all. I gave a polite nod and made my way across the grass and rounded the corner towards the open door that lead to the front desk.

I approached the front desk and a very tanned woman with bleached hair sauntered up to me. Her red one-piece suit was fitted perfectly to her collegiate, sorority body. With an uninterested tone, she asked me how many.

"One adult," I replied.

"Two dollars," she mumbled, barely flicking an eye in my direction.

I handed her the cash and rounded the corner to the men's locker room. I walked in and glanced around. The room was wide, with whitewashed cinder blocks for walls and concrete ceilings, stained with damp and leaks. The adjacent wall on the far side held two, bare sinks with no mirrors and a battered aluminum case for brown paper towels. A few benches, wooden with cracked white paint, lined the floor close to the walls. On my right was the entrance to the pool, where the sounds of children shouting, water splashing, and a local oldies station filtered in and reverberated off the plain walls. Next to that entrance were old mustard colored stalls, and around the corner, hidden from sight, were the showers.

I walked to the furthest bench away from the entrance, near the sinks, and set my towel down and gathered my belongings. I kicked off my sandals and began to remove my shirt, and while the shirt was over my head, I heard someone walk in behind me.

I removed my shirt, turned around and was startled to see the 6 year old standing in the doorway, peering out into the open entrance to the pool. She was still as dirty and disheveled as ever, still smacking on that gum.

She turned to look at me and, after a moment, walked closer and sat on a bench. She began to kick her feet.

It was quiet. The only sounds the echoes of the children out in the pool.

"Are you okay?" I inquired, hoping to stir some conversation or, at least, abort any sense that I was perverted. Although that was proving difficult, seeing as a plump six year old girl was in a locker room for men, alone with me, while I stood with nothing on but thin shorts.

I began to get erect.

"Are you waiting for someone? Your dad, maybe?"

She looked at me, said nothing. Stared at me with those deep blue eyes. She moved a stray patch of bangs from her forehead and stood up. She reached her small hands to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, took it over her head, and tossed it onto the floor in front of the bench.

I was stunned at the sight. Her small, but developing, baby-fist breasts poked out firmly, while very pink and very hard nipples sat erect on the ends of them, nearly as big as the bumps themselves, blushing with color. They sat above the curve of her rounded belly, which cradled a deep-set belly button and disappeared in a "v" shape into the waistband of her leggings, which dug into her fleshy skin tightly.

I glanced around, nervous. I was throbbing through my shorts, now, and she could plainly see it. Anyone could: my black trunks had now become a very obvious tent.

She came close to me, turned around, and leaned over a bench so that her bottom was facing up at me. Her fat cheeks, in this position, pushed so firmly into her soiled leggings that they resembled a big, blue heart, and I felt my cock twitch. She was inches away, and she was just leaning there, smacking her gum, her big blue six year old rear in the air. I glanced around, then reached down and put my right hand, cautiously, on her right cheek.

It was soft. So warm. The fabric of the leggings was a very cheap cotton, so very thin that there wasn't much in the way of her skin and my hand. For as large and plump as her bottom was, it was surprisingly firm under my palm, and as I placed my whole hand on her cheek, I let it linger. The warmth on my clammy palm was intense.

She had come from being outside for, obviously, a very long time under the sun. As a result, her body was intensely warm to the touch, and she was very sweaty. This close, I could smell her. She had the sickly sweet, sour scent of child sweat, mingled with the sharp aroma of fresh earth and grass. The sour stench roused me, thrilled me, made her real.

I gave her butt cheek a slight, gentle squeeze, my fingers pushing into the soft flesh. I slid the hand over her warm crack and felt how moist it was. I continued to the other cheek and let it rest there, squeezing slightly, feeling the texture, feeling the flesh squeeze pleasantly under my calloused hands.

My heart was beating too fast, too hard. So hard I could feel it in my throat. My mouth was dry and I was grasping for breaths with an open mouth because of it. I was sweating, and as I slid my hand over to her other cheek once more, I noticed I was trembling.

I did another curt glance towards the door and reached up with both hands. I didn't know what I was going to do, or really what was happening, but I was letting it. My fingers grasped the waistband, curling over and sinking underneath. I softly pulled them towards me, sliding them off of her.

The top of my fingers slid down silky, warm flesh, while the other side grasped lifeless fabric. The feeling was intense. I pulled them down, slowly revealing her plump, pink, silky cheeks with every inch. The round mounds of her bottom were the most perfectly shaped. Her fat six year old bottom, flawless, was being revealed to me, and I got the fabric of her leggings to the middle of her ass cheeks when she suddenly stood up and pulled them back on.

She walked swiftly to the entrance and a small panic engulfed me. The movement was so sudden and fierce I became startled. "I'm...I'm sorry, I thought...I didn't mean...wait..."

She stopped at the entrance and peeked out, but she didn't leave. Still bare chested, she glanced around and, after a few moments, came walking back to me, chewing her gum rigorously, with an intense gaze fixed on my shorts.

She stopped just short of reaching me, grabbed my sunscreen, turned sharply, and headed to one of the mustard colored stalls. She pushed inside of it and closed the door.

I stood, a bit stunned, unsure of my next actions. An elderly man walked through from the pool, crossed the locker room and went out the front. He glanced at me, I at him, and we nodded as he walked out the front.

Suddenly I heard a knock, a small tapping, coming from the stall that the girl had entered. She rapped four times, then silence...then four more...silence...then again four or five more times. Each time was louder than the last, and seemed more urgent than the others.

I wandered over to the stall and stood, for a brief moment, at the mustard colored door, until I decided to push it in, gently. I peeked into the crack of it's opening and spied the girl, bent over the seat, completely nude.

Her blue pants lay in a crumbled heap on the floor by her feet. Her naked bottom poked out as before, only this time it was completely void of anything blocking the perfect silk of her round rear. She wiggled it playfully side to side, glanced back at me, smiled, smacked her gum and waved her finger to come inside.

I complied, quickly. I squeezed into the entrance and shut the door behind me. I looked for a latch, found one, and clicked it locked. I turned back to my treat. I stared at her, this naked six year old girl, waggling her heart-shaped rear inches from my throbbing cock.

"You know," I began, "this could get me into a whole lot of trouble."

She was silent and remained waggling her naked child ass.

"I don't, um...don't know exactly what you want me to do. I..."

Before I could finish my sentence she whirled around, dropped to her knees and slid down my shorts so fast I could hardly react. My member, fully engorged, flopped out and was so close to her, it bounced on her tiny nose.

She stood for a moment regarding it, exploring it with her eyes. Then her dirty palm grasped it, started to stroke it very slowly. I quivered. Her hand was as soft as a downy pillow and so warm. The heat from her soft, tiny palm made my balls tighten and I felt an ooze of precum leak out from my tip. She continued to stroke it, slowly, very slowly, grasping it so firm I felt I was being tugged by a vacuum's suction. Her hand reached the hilt, then pulled the veiny flesh until the tip of her hand was at my engorged head. She did this a few more times.

"That feels...that feels really..."

I couldn't finish. As soon as I opened my mouth, the girl thrust her head forward and my cock was suffocated in wet, tight warmth that made my knees buckle and my ass cheeks flex. She had buried half of my cock in her wet, warm mouth in a sudden lunge, and the immediate shock nearly sent me into sudden orgasm.

I managed, somehow, to stave off the impending urge to release. I bit my lip and made a long hissing sound, the noise of which amused my own ears because it was involuntary. I put my hands up onto my hair and grabbed it, hard, and pulled, trying to keep from buckling or shooting off. I continued to hiss, it felt so incredible my body didn't know what to do.

She rocked back and forth, fast, smothering my pulsating penis in her wet slobbering mouth, gulping it like she was starved for it. She was messy, and her slobber dripped down my shaft and onto my balls, curling under them with their warmth and dripping down my trembling inner thigh as she slurped loudly.

I uttered, "I'm gonna shoot..." without vocally intending to. A sort of instinctual fail-safe. At the sound of this the girl took her mouth off my shaft immediately and backed away. She waved her finger at me and shook her head "no no no".

I stood staring down at her, gasping, panting. My back was pressed up against the stall door. I hadn't noticed that it was, and when I moved I felt the sweat of my back stick to the lukewarm metal. My hands were wide apart, pressing firmly against the stall walls, so hard the knuckles were turning white. My legs were so wide apart the feet were poking out into the joining stalls.

I panted. My cock throbbed and ached, bounced with the beat of my heart, pumping up and down, dripping, glistening. The sudden coolness to it revived me a little. I had felt a little bit of precum drizzle out after she'd taken her mouth off of it. But the orgasm had managed to crawl back inside, barely, and linger in the shaft like a hot tingling tickle, almost painful, but with that pleasurable heat.

I breathed hard. "That was...wow sweetie. Where did you learn..."

She grabbed me and turned me around. It was hard to maneuver in such a small stall, but we managed to shift around awkwardly so that I was facing the stall door and she was now facing the toilet. She pushed me to the seat until I had no more room, and she pushed me until I sat down, hard, on the toilet seat.

"Wow, not so hard..." I said. The cold porcelain of the seat stung my sweaty ass cheeks. I glanced up at her, still chewing on her gum. Still naked.

From this angle I could take her in. Her mound was completely void of any hair, whatsoever, and was as smooth as I'd ever seen any skin. It plumped out between her legs in a big fleshy mound, and her slit was buried between the curves of it's pink, fat lips. On a complete urge, I reached out my hand and cupped the fat hairless mound with my palm. My fingers slipped between her legs and her hot lips slid against and pressed into my hand.

I opened my mouth with a groan, and she, in turn, let out a sigh, a shocked little gasp. And as she did so, she slapped my hand away and pulled her body away from me.

"I'm sorry" I began again, a bit confused. "I'm not sure what you want. What did you...I don't know what you want me to do."

She chewed her gum and stared at me, accusingly, then smiled and turned around. She posed her fat naked child ass in my direction. She leaned over as far as she could, her head touching the door. She reached back and put her hands on her cheeks, pressing so tight her fingers sank deeply into the plump flesh, and pulled them apart. Her pink hole was gaping at me from between two mounds of silk, inches away from my face. She let me look. A couple of times, her cheeks slid from her fingers and she grabbed them again, pulling them harder apart.

Her hole was pink, so clean and so tight. I was about to say something, ask if I could put a finger in (or just do it) but she slammed her ass down on my lap. The resulting slap echoed around the locker room and stung my thighs.

She backed up, inched her thick six year old child bottom back until it was smothering my cock. I gasped as the silky, hot cheeks slid over my piece, burying it in the crack. The crack was sweaty, warm, wet. The cheeks around it were burning hot silk. I bit my lip again as the cum rose up in my cock, making it twitch between the cheeks dangerously. I groaned. She let her fat ass linger there, on my cock, for a good few moments. She pressed her weight onto it. My cock twitched. All I could see was a couple of inches of my red, throbbing tip poking out from between those two silk mounds, precum glistening on the tip and on her skin.

She began to slide her fat rear back and forward, grinding on me. For agonizingly wonderful moments she did this. Then, after a bit of tease, she stopped and stood up, her ass hovering over my fat member. She reached down under the next stall and pulled out my bottle of sunscreen lotion. She opened the cap. She reached between her legs, holding the bottle with both hands, and squeezed a generous amount of the white ooze onto my cock. The coldness of it made my legs twitch. She closed the bottle and tossed it onto the floor. She reached back again and stroked my cock so that the sunscreen lobs she squirted were fully covering the entire shaft. She then took what was on her hand and slathered it into her butt crack and hole.

She positioned herself, put her tiny hands on my legs, then lowered her bare bottom onto my cock. She reached back with one hand, grasped my member, and guided it into her slathered hole.

For a moment it was difficult going. My tip wouldn't penetrate, and it was a bit painful. But then, she worked her child ass around, wiggling and pushing, and I felt the tip penetrate tight heat.

I gasped, groaned, hissed again. She pushed her body weight down and my cock slipped very far into her, being half smothered by her cheeks. She let out the tiniest, almost inaudible yelp as it pushed into her. She paused there, put both hands on my legs again, and began to rise and fall gently.

Her ass gripped my fat penis with wet heat, and the tightness was almost unbearably intense. Up and down she went, slowly, and I watched as my fat, very veiny cock slid in and out of her pale, naked, six year old rear, my pubic hair brushing her hairless silk mounds. I put my palms gently on both her ass cheeks and felt them rise and fall. Felt them flex.

My mouth was open, dry, and I was gasping, panting. She began to move faster, began to slam her child ass onto my cock. Her fat flesh was spanking my skin with each sit, and she was beginning to moan now, making cat-like noises.

Up and down she went, and as the sight of my adult penis disappearing into her soft mounds increased, and while my clammy hands felt warm silk against them, I couldn't help myself. I felt it building, harder and harder, and it was going to be impossible to resist it this time.

"I'm gonna shoot, sweetheart..." I said through bated breaths, half expecting her to get off of me and tease again.

But she didn't. At the instigation of my words, she began to slam her ass harder onto my cock. The slaps were echoing very loud now, and anyone coming into the locker room would have a hard time not knowing what was going on. But I didn't care, not really, because my vision was beginning to blur and my cheeks were starting to flex. My balls began to tighten and that familiar tingle began to creep up into my throbbing dick. She slammed, hard, and her tight wet hole gripped me, milked me, and with a loud moan I rolled my eyes up into the back of my head and let loose, releasing my cum.

My cum shot out of my cock like a geyser, my vision had stars and my knees gave in under me. Still the girl's ass milked me, milked all of me. The orgasm was long, seemed to continue forever, until I felt I couldn't stand it any longer. A torturous pleasure. I felt my semen pouring out of her ass and drip all over my thighs and stomach. It squirted out of her tight hole and flung everywhere as she slammed up and down, and I felt some land hotly on my cheek.

At last my orgasm subsided, and she slid off of me. I hardly noticed the movement because my body was numb, broken with the sedation of orgasm. I was a mess. Covered in sunscreen and my own cum, my shorts around my ankles, I sat spread eagle on the toilet seat, my arms hanging limply by my sides. I grasped for breath and waited patiently for my heart to calm itself.

The girl stood and turned, looked at me and smiled. She leaned down and, finding her leggings, slid them back on over her wet, messy legs. She looked down at my sloppy cock and bit her little lip. She leaned down to me, and I thought she was going to say something, but instead, she kissed my cheek. She moved to my lips and licked the top of them, gently, with one long stroke of her tiny tongue. Her breath smelled like old gum, a scent of fading watermelon. She licked and then kissed, let her wet lips linger on mine. With a smug, satisfied smile, she turned, unlatched the door, crawled through to the other side and closed it.

I sat, messy, panting, throbbing, and listened as she walked across the floor and out the door.

"Did that really happen?" I heard myself whisper. I smiled. My body was still limp, paralyzed. I relived the moments in my head, recounting every incident. I started to wonder who she was, but that didn't matter really. She was my fantasy come true.

The sound of the children playing beyond, in the pool, echoed silently. I laughed as I thought of the reason I came here in the first place. Suddenly, that idea seemed intensely boring.