On this beautiful day Mr. Bedford was at the local Park, where he used to go on most good-weather days.

We all know public Parks are a classic place for men with certain secret tastes to go and, hum, enjoy the sights. There are all those playing grounds about with swings and toboggans, grass lawns good for children to play and run and to lie down... It's just fine for those who like to look at kids having their fun, short skirts flying up on little girls; probably you will agree. So Mr. Bedford went to his favorite spot in his nearby park, to have his own fun. A retired minor judge, not rich but financially OK, a solitary widow for these ten years, at 70 he didn't have so much fun. But certainly this was his favorite one. Every day, as he went back to his nice but solitary apartment, he had his private joys to the burning memories of these enticing visions, his favorite time of the day. At the park he always wished he could take some snapshots of the lovely little things around, but of course it was just a fantasy: he wouldn't dare, and he didn't even own a camera. So he made d o with his mental images, he had a good memory for that.

This particular evening, bright as it was, he was feeling rather low. He was worried about his health, and when this happened he felt even more dejected about the certainty he would never get to live his secret longings. No chance. Like these ones, oh, look!: a few meters away, in the lawn facing his bench (the proverbial newspaper in his lap to cover whatever happened down there - not that it happened much, lately) there were several little girls and boys, around 6 to 9, his favorite ages! Their playing was a delight to behold. But he only had eyes for the little girls; he had never been into boys. Mmm, two or three of these ones were just delicious...

Oh, gosh. A particular little cutie had him enthralled; he ogled at her as much as he dared over the newspaper he pretended to read. This little princess was to be his very especial fantasy-candy, later at home! You would have thought the same, if you saw her: a true little beauty, about 8, blonde hair falling almost to her small round rump, the cutest face; she wore a summery and short-skirted white dress which let see a lot of her adorable slender legs and silky thighs as she frolicked around, hugging a doll. He ached to see her panties, and he just knew she would flash them any moment now... Her happy laugh, her childish body under the light dress, her dainty little feet in open sandals, oh, she was a little jewel to die for. And yes...! The little girl now flopped down on her delectable rump, right in front of the good Judge, her short white skirt went high up and for several seconds he was fully treated to the heavenly sight of her parted thighs and her panties' crotch.

He gasped, feeling a definite reaction down there - White panties, his favorite! White, hugging, adorable little panties, letting him distinctly see the vertical furrow of her tight slit. He groaned aloud - I guess he was just like you and me. The little girl now rolled on her stomach and her lovely bubbly ass was half displayed, her panties hardly covering it. The pretty little brunette (also a beauty!) who sat by her side was now pumping up her slender legs, and she also had white panties! Oh, Mr. Bedford was having a real treat, a rare display to be followed by the sweetest fantasy-time later at home...

His heart thumped again and his worry, and some fear, for his health returned. Suddenly a pleasant voice close to him made him almost jump in surprise.

"Delightful place, isn't it?" Mr. Bedford ogled in amazement at the man composedly sitting at his left; he had been so engrossed by the little girls he had never noticed him coming over, even less sitting next to him. He reddened, coughed, mumbled something and coughed again. The man looked contrite.

"Excuse me, I know, you didn't hear me come. Sorry to startle you, I am rather quiet when I move" he smiled. He was a youngish man, solid and good looking, with very dark hair and flashing eyes. He had an ample smile and dazzling white teeth. A well-dressed, handsome man, but something in him disquieted Mr. Bedford.

"Beautiful place, to be sure," insisted the man, "the sights are wonderful."

He smiled meaningfully towards the two little girls, who were now holding their dolls sitting on the grass side by side with flexed legs and feet flat on the grass, their knees almost touching their chins, their skirts quite up, fully displaying their bare thighs and their panties for all to see. The Judge had never seen such deliciously open display before at this Park, and he was angry about the man choosing to sit at his side just at this precise moment. He was spoiling such a splendid and scarce opportunity! But the man touched his arm and confidentially whispered

"Enjoy it man, look at them, never mind me. I love it too." He was startled and embarrassed, and he tried to feign puzzlement.

"What? What do you mean?" His involuntary companion laughed pleasantly.

"Now, now... Just look all you want at those two lovelies, Mr. Bedford. Aren't they desirable little things? Look at those sweet crotches, the panties so tight and thin over their little pussies... It is a joy to see. Don't miss it." The Judge looked again at the little angels and, Oh God! They were still fully showing their crotches, those dazzling white triangles glowing between their silky thighs...

"Don't worry. I quite understand you. You dream on the joy of touching little girls like those, don't you? Why not? You can do it, Mr. Bedford".

This time it registered and he jumped terrified, looking wildly at the stranger.

"Do you know me? How...?" he wheezed.

"Easy, easy, man, I mean well. Yes, I know all about you. And I am here to make good to you, Mr. Bedford." He waved airily his hand. "Oh, don't fret for the moment about how or why, all in good time. You do want those little darlings, right?" He just gaped at the man, who smiled again and nodded towards the little girls.

At that moment the pretty blonde got up, smiled directly at them, arranged her skirt down, and easily approached them. Her brunette companion didn't look up; she went on talking softly to her doll. The blonde child stopped right in front, smiling at the two men. Up close she was even prettier, such a lovely little mouth, such a cute face, just gorgeous.

"Hi." she said.

"Hi, Samantha," said the man. "Mr. B., this is Samantha. Eight years old last month. She is smart, cute, and she has an itchy little cunnie, isn't it true, Sam?"

"Yes," answered happily the child, "my cunnie itches all the time. I have to touch it."

"Show us how you do it, Samantha."

At once the little blonde took fully up her short skirt displaying her panties, and she slipped her little hand down the small garment. Mr. Bedford gasped and he looked bug-eyed as the child began to rub dreamily her vulva under the thin white cloth, sighing contentedly.

"Show us good, Samantha" commanded quietly the man.

Docilely, the girl lowered her small panties down to mid-thigh. Without prompting, she proudly displayed her adorable naked little peach pushing forward her pelvis and opening her thighs as best she could. She stood unmoving for a moment, smiling radiantly, showing a cute tooth gap, and then began again to slowly caress and pet her plump childish sex, her little fingers sliding along the tight slit. Mr. Bedford seemed on the verge of a stroke and he panted hoarsely, leaning forward to better see, trembling with excitement.

"Samantha is a real beauty, don't you agree? Do you like her? Or would you like her a little older?"

The old man exhaled a choked gurgle; the little girl before his eyes seemed to grow taller and flower at once to an 11 or 12 years old, lovely pointy little bumps pushing up her dress at her chest, soft golden hairs sprouting at her bulging pubis.

"Or would you rather have her... younger?" And there was the pretty blonde, now a smiling and cherubic tiny 5 years old touching her minute vulva.

"But I guess you want her best at her own age... There you are; an eight years old candy for you. Now, lie down Samantha, and show us all".

Smiling, the child took completely off her white panties, and with a little giggle handed them to the old Judge; then she lay down on her back and fully opened her gorgeous childish legs, staying quietly there, exposed to their burning gazes. Mr. Bedford panted hoarsely, and he looked fearfully around. Nobody seemed to notice anything amiss; all seemed so normal, bright evening, people strolling, children playing, no one looked in their direction.

"They can't see anything, Judge. She is wholly yours... you can do whatever you want with her. She will just love it, don't you, Samantha?"

The trembling old man still didn't move, ogling at the exposed little girl.

"Who... Who are you? I demand to know." he rasped croakily.

"Who do you think I am?" said quietly the man, not smiling for the first time. The old man gulped.

"Are you... the Devil? Do you want my, uh, my soul?" The stranger roared with genuine laughter, startling fearfully Mr. Bedford.

"How quaint! You have never believed in such rubbish! Oh no, no, there is no such a thing!"

As his mirth subsided the stranger looked gently at the old man. "If you MUST class me somehow, think of me rather as what your folklore calls an Angel. I am your own personal assistant, Mr. Bedford... But enough of that, she is waiting."

Seeing the old man still hesitating, he sighed.

"Oh, well, this will help to put you more at ease."

Just like that, his bare penis was in his hand. Mr. Bedford gasped, he had never been attracted to men but that was the most beautiful cock he had ever seen. Its stiffness seemed incredible, it was rather thin, and very long.

"It's a good pedophile's cock, ideal for little things like this one" smiled the man. "But sometimes it must also please their mothers, and then..."

And he was handling now an enormous cock, as thick and big as Mr. Bedford had never imagined. He laughed at the old man's astonishment.

"I am not the usual picture of angels in your paintings, am I? But your own cock is hard enough now, take it out, man!" he said.

The old man clumsily opened his pants and yes, it emerged a cock so stiff and ready as he didn't remember having since his teen years. The little blonde child was looking at both pricks with bright eyes, smiling. The stranger now looked at the second little girl, who was still obliviously playing by herself some meters away. She immediately got up and came smilingly to him. Such a pretty brunette she was, with her hair in two tufts held with pink ribbons, her eyes happy and eager.

"I am seven 'n a half" she explained with a cute lisp.

"Hi, Pamela" smiled the stranger.

She wore a short denim skirt and yellow T-shirt, which she promptly began to take off. Mr. Bedford gaped as she exposed her tender body, her minuscule pink nipples so delicious, and then she stepped to the man so he would take off her little panties. Wholly naked, she turned around so they could see all of her delightful childish body, even leaning deep down so they could admire her little ass and tight slit from behind in all their glory. Smiling sweetly, she next kneeled in front of the sitting stranger, took his rock-hard rod in her small hands, kissed it and engulfed his red glans in her beautiful little mouth. The man sighed with delight. He looked towards the old man, signaling towards the reclining blonde child.

"Enjoy her!" he commanded.

At last the galvanized Mr. Bedford moved, groaning with want, as he fell on his knees between the blonde little girl's open legs. Almost salivating with lust he took again the wondrous sight for a second, and then with a moan of desire he plunged ravenously with his mouth upon the juicy little peach. She started, giggled, and then moaned. He slurped and licked and sucked hungrily on her delicious childish vulva for a long time, hearing from afar his own groans of excitement and her whimpers and cries of pleasure. It was heaven, it was a dream, he didn't want it to end.

"It won't end, Mr. Bedford" said the man at his right.

He was naked now, and the pretty 7 years old brunette was on her knees with her head touching the grass, her round small bare buttocks pointing up. The man aimed his raging hard-on at the tiny pink asshole of the child, his big hands held firmly her hips and he easily and mightily penetrated the exquisite hole. The little girl gave a shrill yell of pain as the iron-stiff rod plunged implacably deep inside her rectum.

"This is heaven, Judge... Enjoy it..."

Mr. Bedford urgently tossed away all his clothes, his little blonde angel waiting for him, open-legged and smiling. A moment later he was upon her and he was penetrating, for the first time in his life, an eight years old girl. All his life he had dreamed about this, he had pictured it uncounted times... He had always figured it actually was a very hard thing to do, entering a tiny child, but his rock-hard penis found its mark at once, the tip moved aside the tight folds of the immature vulva, and began its slow and incredibly delicious journey in. Oh, Oh God, his cock was going into this incredibly tight and hot little vagina...! He roared with lust and she yelled with pain, but she was not fighting the hard penetration. Heaven, heaven, he was deep in her, oh yes...! Now almost out, and in again, out, IN, he sobbed. Her tiny pelvis thrashed against him, she moved with him, her cute and innocent childish face distorted with sexual delight. The shocking Old Man-and-Child copulation went on for a long time, and he was foggily amazed of his stamina. He heard her continuous screams of joy and then a shrill yell, the little girl was coming!! He bellowed as he reached the highest ecstasy in all his life, spurting his scalding semen deep inside a child's pussy...

A couple of minutes later he was strangely animated, he didn't feel tired, and his cock was still hard. He looked around. The other man was on his back on the grass, muscular and handsome, holding his little sex partner over him as if it was a doll. He was vigorously pumping his stiff rod in and out her small pussy, raising and lowering her as a weightless masturbatory toy, while the tiny girl yelled and screamed with unmistakable pleasure. Inflamed again, the Judge sat over little Samantha with his knees either side of her head and he rasped,

"Suck!"

The child opened her rosy mouth at once and took his cock, big and young looking, into her delicious warmth. He moaned with pleasure, holding her pretty head and delighting in the feel of her fine little-girl golden hair between his fingers, and the excruciating joy of her expert suction. He didn't care how could she be an expert, it was too good. Suddenly there was another little girl by him, an adorable redhead that could not be over 6. She was naked, her tempting white body glowing under the sun; he could see freckles, and her tight pink slit. She smiled cutely at him and kneeled behind his ass; he shouted with happiness as he felt her small hands caressing his hairy balls. And then...

"AARGH...!" he screamed: a tiny tongue was tightly licking his asshole! "OH GOD... AAH... AAAAAHHHH.....!" he screamed again, erupting inside the little cocksucker's mouth...

They were standing, all dressed, looking pleased. Each man was holding by the hand two precious little girls. Mr. Bedford looked down with delight at 'his' lovely children lovers, blonde Samantha and tiny Jenny, the 6 years old redhead. The stranger held the hands of Pamela, the brunette, and Mandy, a stunning eight years old with long and curly blonde hair. They took the graveled footpath, walking pleasantly away. The old man looked incuriously back. A number of people were excitedly crowding in a circle around his former bench and he could see a man kneeling by the prostrate body of Judge Bedford, massaging his inert chest.

"Let's go, Judge." smiled the stranger.

"Let's go" he agreed, smiling back at him and patting the delectable asses of his two little princesses. The best was yet to come.