I pulled my old Volkswagen camper into the parking lot of the Englewood Park. Maddy, my little three-year-old daughter was in her car seat in the passage seat. Always the good Daddy, I had it set with the back to the dashboard and she faced the seat. I smiled slightly. Fuck, I loved bringing to this place. I had learned about it on a pedo listserv and was surprised to hear that there was a park famous for sexual activity. Apparently it was not only popular with pedos but also gays and couples into dogging. Anything went apparently. I had doubted whether it was really that active...until I came and checked it out for myself. Fuck and double fuck. The bathrooms that were over a hill and out of sight of the parking lot were filthy holes. And the sheer number of people coming and going seemed extraordinary given the size and location of the park. Sexual graffiti covered the walls; all the fixtures were stained and several were non-functional. They reek of piss and shit. Total pig sties. And what seemed real perverted was that both sexes used both spaces. In fact, the "men" sign hung lopsidedly by one corner as if to indicate gender was ceasing to be meaningful.

There were paths throughout the park. None were paved; more like dirt trails. The only "improvement" was a single swing set and a broken teeter-totter not far from the restrooms. It had the only park bench, somewhat wobbly, that was placed looking directly at the swing. I quickly figure out that it was perfect for sitting and watching little girls be pushed by an adult. The first time I sat there and a little girl came toward me in the swing, giggling, her dress blowing back showing her bare pussy, I nearly creamed my pants. The father pushing her just grinned and then started rubbing his crotch at the end of his push. So I started rubbing my hardon as well. Maddy had been sitting by me. She quickly bored and wanted to get down and I clamped my hand on her thigh and held her to the park bench despite her squirming. After awhile, the guy stopped the swing, said something to his daughter and then took her hand and walked over to me a big shit eating grin on his face.

"Hi," he said. "You're new here, right?"

I just nodded. Maddy had ceased to resist and was sitting quietly with the approach of the strangers. He stepped behind his daughter and pulled up her dress to show me her puffy, bare pussy. "Better up close, huh?" he said.

I nodded. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch her if you want." I looked up for his daughter's beautiful cunt and we locked eyes. Then we both broke into wide grins. He held the dress up with one hand and with the other he pulled his daughter's arm up above her head. The hint of bondage made my cock twitch. I reached out and trace the outline of her slit with my index finger. He pushed her forward with a bent knee to her back and she came two steps closer to me. "Finger fuck her!" It almost sounded like a command, but then he said in a softer tone, "...if you want to."

"Fuck," I said. "Of course, I want to!" My cock was pounding and I leaned forward. I inverted my hand and inserted my middle finger right up into her cunt. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" I exclaimed. I started moving my finger in and out of her. She was mewing in obvious pleasure.

"The little whore loves being fingered," he laughed. "As you can tell. Go ahead, do it hard. She's used to it, believe me."

I started jamming my finger up the little cunt as hard as I could. "How old?" I asked, my voice jagged with lust.

"Six."

"Fuck!"

"Yeah," he laughed. "I do that too!"

He looked at Maddy. "How old is your little slut?" Fuck, that make my cock stained even more against my pants, hearing Maddy talked about in that way.

"Three."

He whistled. "Hot shit! How long you been doing her"

I increased the pressure of my finger on each insertion into his daughter's cunt as this conversation was really turning me on. "Been molesting her since she was a baby. Started sucking her every time I could get her alone to change her diapers. It progessed from there. You?'

"Pretty much the same." We ceased to talk and I concentrate on finger fucking this little six-year-cunt. The girl was grunting audibly each time I slammed my hand hard up against her cunt, my finger in the warm envelope of her cunt. After a bit, he asked, "You share?"

"Only seems fair." He dropped his daughter's dress and arms and stepped over to lift Maddy up. He sat down with her facing him on his lap. I picked up his daughter and placed her on my lap, except I placed her back against my chest so I could push her butt up against my hard cock.

He pulled up Maddy's dress. "Panties! Fucking hot, man." He rubbed her pussy, then hooking a finger of his left hand in the leg hole of Maddy's panties, he pulled them across her mound, baring her sweet bare snatch. With his right hand, he played with her cunt lips and started inserting his fingers, first one and then another into her cunt. Maddy, whom I had been finger frigging for years, spread her legs, knowing what was expected of her. His daughter relaxed against me and I stated caressing her tights with my left hand as my right hand resumed its fingering of her cunt.

"Hot, huh?" he said turning to me with a grin. I smiled back and nodded.

That was my first experience with another pedo daddy at Englewood, but it fucking wasn't my last. For past few weeks I had been coming several times a week to the park with Maddy. It was addictive, really. I had to resist being there every day. I work from home and when I started getting behind in my work, I forced myself to get a certain amount of work done before I would announce to Maddy we were going to the park to play. That seemed to be working.

The memories of that first encounter made me wonder if I would see Brian (that was his name) with his daughter Jessica. We saw one another fairly often and while he was great and giving me the low down on the park...when the pedos hung out versus the gay cruisers and the straight exhibitionists...although perversity led to a remarkable sense of tolerance amongst the various groups. It had been awhile since I'd hooked up with Brian and I would mind doing a share session with him.

"We're here, baby." I said to Maddy as I released the buckle holding her car seat. Just then I saw a police cruiser coming down the parking lot. The first time I had seen a cop car, I had fucking freaked out. But Brian assured me that they drive through the lot but never get out and hassle anyone. His theory was that it was to convince any citizens who voiced concerns that they were doing their best to control the park. So I was startled when the police car pulled in next to the driver's side of my van. There was a solo officer who turned off his motor and just sat there. For some reason, my stomach started to flutter with nerves. He then opened his door and walked around the front of his car toward my car. He was probably in his early thirties and was fucking developed in the chest area with nice biceps that his short shirt sleeves showed off. He strode up to my window and I rolled it down.

"Good morning, sir," he said without a smile. I returned his greeting. His eyes were a clear blue and had a piercing, almost hypnotic, quality about them. He didn't say anything else, just looked at me. I swallowed, feeling intimidated and vulnerable. "How old's your little girl?" he finally asked.

I told him three. "And you bring her to Englewood?" he asked. Without waiting for me to answer, he said, "It's not really a family park, you know."

I swallowed again. Just a hint of smile showed at the corners of his mouth. He was fucking handsome, like some sort of professional jock or solider. I realized that this was a man fucking comfortable with being a man. Without any effort on his part, he exulted a strong sense of a deep male sexual aura. He clucked his tongue making that universal disapproval sound. I was baffled.

"What?" I asked.

"Her car seat isn't buckled in. I could ticket you."

"I just unbuckled it!" I protested.

"Says you," he said with a disparaging smirk. He turned and walked around the front of my van to the passenger door and opened. I just sat there in shock, watching him. He opened the door. "I've seen your van here a lot. I've run the plates a number of times." He pushed the car seat up against the dashboard and started unbuckling the straps on Maddy's car seat freeing her. Then he reached down and pulled up her dress. Her bare little pussy was exposed. Fuck, why didn't I put panties on her this morning.

"My, my," he said. "What do we have here?" I turned and looked straight ahead. What was this bastard going to do? Bust me? For not having panties on my three-year-old daughter? Was there a law? But despite myself, my chest tightened and I was feeling slightly nauseous.

"Relax, Mr. Paulson." My head snapped in his direction. He now had a broad grin on his face.

"How do you know my name?" I croaked.

"I told you. I've run your plates a number of times. I know your name, where you live...a lot about you really." There was a long pause. He was still standing there with Maddy's dress raised. She was sitting still, aware on some level that there was something usual going on. Then he slowly bent down and pulling her legs apart cupped his moth on her pussy. Maddy reared back with a gasp. He just kept slurping on her snatch. My cock instantly started to engorge. I kept waiting for him to surface, but he just kept sucking and licking.

"Fuck," I whispered and started to rub my hardon through my pants. He just kept going. It was fantastic to see a cop in uniform sucking my daughter's three-year-old cunt. She was squirming and started giggling. She always enjoyed being sucked and he seemed to doing a very fine job. Then he broke off and grinned at me with his chin wet with his slobber and, probably, her cunt juices.

"Sweet. Fucking sweet." Then he looked at Maddy. "You are a sweet little whore, kid." He leaned in to her and covered her mouth with his. I was sure he was tonguing her little mouth. His hand slid down to her cunt and he started massaging her cunt. His frenching her went on at length. When he stopped and looked over at me, there was glaze in his eyes. "It was as sweet as I thought it would be. Thanks, Mr. Paulson or can I call you Carl."

"Carl," I said in a choked voice.

"I'm Officer Leary," he said, "but my friends call me Bud."

"Bud," I said, "I definitely want to be your friend."

He smiled and winked at me. "Me too, Carl. Me too."