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Every person you meet has a life you know nothing about. Look at the lady checking you out at the supermarket, look at the teacher sitting across from you at your next parent-teacher meeting, look at the librarian at your local library. All of them have lives you know nothing about, and just considering the sheer odds, you can be sure that if you did know, some would shock you. Over and over, throughout our lives, we open the newspaper or turn on the television to learn of someone doing something we could never imagine them capable of doing. Imagine then just how many of our friends and acquaintances are out there doing things that do not make the newspapers or television, things for which our society would be totally shocked.
Some who read the story of Miss Ida may look down their long noses at her, and to that I can only think, how hypocritical! We are all victims of our circumstances, and as such have no control over our inner demons, if you care to call them that. Miss Ida was a lovely lady, which to me is all the more credit I give her, having been born to the mother she had. She dealt with her "inner demons" in a most civilized way, hurting no one and causing no problems. Who among us could have done better?
The next story I want to tell from our park also deals with motherhood. Miss Ida's circumstances were somewhat unique. This story is not unique in the least, but it may well feel so because the subject matter is so very deeply taboo in our society that true feelings are suppressed and hidden in the deepest recesses of our psyche. Most of us do not realize they are, though, simply because we have never had occasion to live in an environment which would allow such deep, hidden desires to become manifest. Our park is the unique part of the story, a place in time and circumstance, a safe, private place in which deep, hidden desires were allowed to come out.
It was a normal summer morning at our park. Looking back now, it seems that it was an unusually quiet morning, but then in my memories of the park it was always jam-packed with kids. This particular morning may have been perfectly normal for 9 or 10 o'clock in the morning of whatever workday it was. I am sure there were bigger kids playing ball over in the basketball court, because there always were, and there were probably other kids riding bikes and so on throughout the park. In the playground area, though, only 4 or 5 girls were by the swings, a couple of smaller kids played on the jungle jim, and in the big sand box played two of my little nieces, 5 year old Sherry and 4 year old Lynn Ann, as were some 6 and 7 year olds playing in another area of the sand box, way too old to condescend to play with my little ones. The circumstances as to why I happened to be there watching over my little nieces by myself and where everyone else was on that particular morning, I simply have no recall, but for whatever reasons, there I sat on a park bench overlooking the sand box, reading a book one fine morning when I looked up to see a mother sitting down on the other end of the park bench, and we exchanged pleasantries, if that phrase is appropriate for an 11-year old boy saying good morning to a grown mother.
The mother, who I was well familiar with, was around 30 years old, a pretty lady in the mold of, say, Debbie Reynolds or Audrey Hepburn. Pert is a word I would use to describe her, lively and vivacious, on the petite side, maybe 5 feet 3 or 4 inches tall, with a healthy glow about her. She typically dressed cute, and this particular morning was no exception. Her light brown shoulder length hair was in a ponytail, and she wore a patterned yellow cotton sun dress with a fitted, cuffed bodice held up by narrow shoulder straps and a fairly full skirt, and white strap sandals.
She often brought her kids to the park, and I was familiar with her kids. Compared to most of the moms she was really pretty and dressed well so it was hard not to notice her. She had two kids, a chunky little two-year old boy and a saucy little five-year old girl named Katie who was flat out adorable. My nieces knew Katie and were happy for the company as the new kids joined them in the sand box, and I know I was happy to see them as well - it meant my little nieces were less likely to bother me for a while. Similarly, I expect the mother was happy to see my little nieces when she walked up because it meant her kids would not be in her hair as often.
As I say, it was a typical morning in the park, and once the kids were all playing again, I went back to reading my book as the mother opened the book she had brought, and we settled in to log some time as the kids played. Then I heard her say, "Huh!"
Looking up from my book, I saw she was watching the playground on past the big sandbox with a quizzical, somewhat anxious look on her face. Seeing my head come up, she glanced toward me, then looking back toward the playground pointed and said, "There's a man down by the swings talking to those girls."
The playground was still empty except for the 2 little ones on the jungle jim and 5 third grade girls I knew who were gathered around a man I recognized as one of our park regulars. We could see they were kidding around, pushing and pulling, laughing and joking, obviously enjoying whatever was being said. After several minutes, he took one of the girl's hand and led her away, her with her head down looking a little embarrassed as the rest of the girls pointed and laughed, more or less giving her a hard time. He led her into the boys' restroom and closed the door. The other 4 girls went back to the swings, chatting and laughing gleefully.
I looked over toward the mother. She sat with her mouth partially open, staring in amazement. "What was that?" she asked, and looking toward me, asked, "Did you see that? He took that little girl into the restroom."
"Uh-huh," I said dumbly.
Looking back toward the playground, she gave her head a shake. "What's going on down there?" she asked again. "I'm not sure what I just saw happen."
Now I felt I had to say something. She was getting worked up. "They're just playing," I said weakly.
"Playing!" she said looking directly at me. Her eyes went back to the playground. "That was a grown man who led that little girl into the restroom," she repeated.
"Uh-huh," I repeated as dumbly as before.
She shook her head, as if to clear the fog from her mind. Looking at me, her eyes anxious, she said, "He could be hurting her in there. Shouldn't we run down there to help her?"
"Oh, no," I said quickly. "She's okay. They're just playing."
"Playing!" she said, staring at me. "What could they be playing in the restroom?"
I sat panic-stricken, looking back trying to meet her anxious eyes, not knowing what to say to calm her down.
"We had better go down there and make sure that little girl is okay," she said, starting to get up.
"No, no," I said quickly. "She's alright, I promise!"
The mother stared at me, then the restrooms, and back at me. She shook her head again, confused.
"I don't understand," she said to me. "How can you know that little girl is not being hurt?" She stared at me, her eyes demanding an answer.
I flustered. I could feel the heat from my face as blushed beet red. "'Cuz," was all I could get out.
Her eyes boring into me, she asked pointedly, "Because why?" Seeing me grope, unable to come up with an answer, she demanded, "Either tell me what you know, or I am going down there right now to see about that little girl."
My alert status moved from panic to terror-stricken with that. "Please don't," I stammered, trying to find words to diffuse the situation. I had to find a way to convince this lady everything was okay before she blew the whistle, getting us all into worlds of trouble. I kept opening my mouth to speak, but no words would come out. My face was wet with sweat as I fought for words to make everything alright.
Her eyes bored relentlessly into me as I squirmed and struggled. Then as if a light bulb clicked on, she said, "Ah! I see."
She moved over next to me and put her hands on my shoulders to make me look at her. In a soft, sweet voice, she said, "You're trying to protect your friends, aren't you?"
Panic still blinded me, but I managed to nod my head.
"How sweet," she said, giving me a warm, tender smile. Taking both my hands on to her lap, she said softly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. Please forgive me and calm down, will you?" With great effort, I managed to look up and could see her tender, loving eyes looking back into mine. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
Still holding my hands, she said softly, "You know what's going on down there, don't you?"
I shook my head yes.
"And you know that man is not hurting that little girl, don't you?" she asked.
Again I shook my head yes.
"Then that's all I care about," she said sweetly. "Now, listen to me. I promise I will not cause you or your friends any trouble, okay? I promise. Just calm down, please, and tell me that you are okay?" she said, her hand gently brushing my face and returning to hold my hand.
Forcing myself to breath calmly as I got myself under control, I was able to assure her, "They'll be back in a few minutes."
She looked at me. "You mean the man and the little girl will come out of the restroom in a few minutes?" she clarified.
I shook my head yes again.
She smiled her sweet smile. "Good," she said. "That will make me feel better. Let's just sit here like this and wait for them, okay?"
I shook my head yes. She smiled at me. "My name is Judy," she said with her sweet smile.
"Um, I'm Jimmy," I answered.
"It's nice to know you, Jimmy," she said. We sat and watched the restrooms, Judy continuing to hold my hand in her lap, and I went about recovering my wits as we waited. Maybe the end of the world as we know it was not imminent, after all.
As we watched, three of the third graders said goodbye and left, taking with them the two little ones who had been playing on the jungle jim. Now only one girl was in the playground, patiently swinging as she waited for her friend. The girl's bathroom door opened and the girl came out, followed by the man. They both went over to the other girl who had jumped from the swing as she saw them come out. The three stood talking amiably a few minutes, again laughing and pushing at each other, then with a wave the man headed off and the girls returned to the swings, chatting and laughing. Obviously, no great disaster had occurred.
Judy sat watching the scene unfold, and a minute or so after the man had left, she looked at me and giggled. "They were up to hanky-panky in that restroom, weren't they?" she asked.
"Hanky-panky?" I thought, wondering what she meant. "Nobody got hurt," I answered anxiously.
She laughed. "I can see that!" she said. She looked at the two girls swinging and chatting. "Do you know those girls?" she asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "Their names are Meg and Vivi. They're third graders in my school. Vivi is the one who went in with the man." I decided to add, "They're nice girls."
"They look like nice girls to me, too," she agreed. "What grade are you in, Jimmy?" she asked.
"Fifth," I answered. "I'm 11."
She smiled. "Good for you," she said, and then looked back toward the girls still chatting and laughing as they sat in the swings. "Did you know who the man was, Jimmy?" she asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "He comes around every couple of weeks. He's a nice man."
"It looked like he was," she said. "Are there other men who come to play with the girls?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," I answered, and she asked how many. I thought about all the men, wondering how I should answer her question. "I don't know," I said, "maybe a dozen or so come by every week, and then there's guys like the guy today who come by every couple of weeks or so, maybe there's a dozen or so like him, too. Then there's some who only come by every once in a while. It's kind of hard to count them."
"Wow, so many," she said with surprise. "So on any day, like today for instance, how many men do you think will come by to play with the girls?" she asked.
"Oh gosh," I said thoughtfully. "Hard to say. Some days there's only 2 or 3, but then some days there's 6 or 7, maybe more. Sometimes a man comes by but nobody is in the mood to play with him so he comes back the next day, stuff like that."
The look of astonishment on her face brought concern again so I attempted to mitigate. "Well, there's a bunch of kids at the park," I said. "Sometimes it feels like we can't play for all the men bothering us, but other days we wonder why there aren't more."
"And the girls only play if they want to?" she asked. I nodded yes. "Why do the girls play?" she asked. "I mean, I can see they play if they're feeling adventurous or whatever, but is there any other reason? Like do they take turns or anything like that?"
"I don't know about taking turns," I said. "Sometimes we play just because we want some money for something."
"The men pay?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in interest. "How does that work?"
"Just if we go off with them, they pay," I said. "Like Vivi, the girl you just saw go into the restroom with the man, he probably gave her a quarter, maybe even a half-dollar. Some men just like to let the little kids watch them do it," I added, motioning toward our kids playing in the sandbox, "and they give them a nickel or a dime if they let them play with them while they're doing it, but that's all there is to that."
"Do it?" Judy asked, a confused look on her face. "What does that mean, 'do it,'" she asked, and seeing me blush red again a look of recognition crossed her face. "You mean they masturbate, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I answered, worried all over again at how she would react.
"Wow," she said, reflecting on the thought. "You mean," she asked, "that right now some man might come up to the sand box and expose himself to our kids playing there?"
"Not if there's a mom around," I said, "but yeah, pretty much all the kids who play in the sand box or on the jungle jim have watched the men doing it." I stopped, blushing further.
She stopped, looking incredulously at me. "Do you think Katie has watched men do that, masturbate in front of her?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," I answered uncomfortably.
"Oh my god," she said, her fingertips reaching up for her cheeks. "Have you seen it? Have you ever seen a man masturbating in front of my Katie?"
I had just began to get comfortable again and now this felt like a new danger point. "Yeah, a few times," I answered, and quickly added, "but not many."
Her eyes bulged as she stared at me in astonishment. "Katie never said anything," she said.
I shrugged uncomfortably. "Kids know better than to tell parents," I said. Again, I shrugged. "She probably just wanted some candy money," I said. "It was no big deal."
"Oh my god," Judy said. Seeing my discomfort, she took my hand into her lap again, squeezing it as she said, "Tell me. Tell me exactly what happened, okay? I won't get mad, I promise, I just want to know exactly what happens."
"Well," I said, "this man comes and sits on the sandbox wall and calls Katie over to him. He pulls her in close, between his knees, you know, so nobody can see when he puts his hands up under her play dress."
"Oh my God!" Judy said. "What did Katie do?"
"She put her arm around his neck," I said, and realizing this might sound bad to Judy, I added, "He was a nice man. He wouldn't hurt Katie."
"I see," Judy said, calming back down. "What happened next?"
"Well," I said, "he took out his thing and did it."
"He masturbated," Judy said. "And Katie watched?"
"Yeah," I said, "and then he took out his handkerchief and wiped his stuff off of her and gave her a nickel and left. That's all there was to it. Katie went back to playing in the sandbox."
"He shot his sperm on her?" Judy asked. "Is that what you're saying?"
"Well, yeah," I said. "All the men do that, they like to squirt their stuff out on the girl's legs and panties." Judy had that amazed look in her eyes again. "It doesn't hurt anything," I explained.
"Wow," Judy said softly, thinking about it. "And this has happened with Sherry and Lynn Ann as well?"
"Sure, it happens all the time with kids playing in the sandbox," I said, adding, "except when moms like you are around." I shrugged again. "It doesn't hurt anything," I repeated, "and it's fun for the kids, you know?" I added, begging for understanding.
"I bet it is," Judy said, giving a small chuckle as she thought about it.
"I didn't get Katie in trouble, did I?" I asked pleadingly. "Katie's a good little kid, I promise. I really like her."
"No, she's not in trouble," Judy laughed. "I just had no idea." She looked back toward the girls on the swings. "How about them? How does that work?"
"Well, that's kind of different," I said, trying to think what to say. "They go in the restroom so nobody can see what they're doing."
"I get that," Judy laughed, "but what goes on in the restroom."
"Well, that depends, I guess," I said hesitantly, trying to find words to explain. "They play around more, I guess."
Judy looked at me. "Have you ever gone into the restroom with a man, Jimmy?" she asked.
I blushed red again. "Well, yeah, a few times, I guess," I admitted.
She laughed. "I thought so," she said. "Do you like doing it? Is it fun?"
"Yeah," I admitted, "it's fun, I guess. You know, kind of exciting and stuff."
"What happens inside?" she asked. "Do the men take your clothes off? Do they take their clothes off?"
I blushed uncomfortably. "Yeah," I said, and tried to chuckle. "They get pretty excited, I guess," and then added, "but they don't ever hurt me or anything."
"I get that," she laughed, you've told me several times." She looked at me mischievously. "Do they ever put their penis in your mouth?"
I blushed red again. "Yeah, I guess so," I admitted.
She laughed at that. "I see," she said. "I understand. I bet that's fun for you." Looking back at the girls, she asked, "What about the girls? What do the men do with them?"
"Same kind of things, I guess," I said. "I guess it depends on how old the girl is and what she likes to do and stuff."
"I see," Judy said with a laugh. She looked again at the girls on the swings. "Do you think it would be okay if we walked down and talked to the girls, Jimmy?" she asked. "I would feel better if we could." She added with a cute giggle, "And I double promise I will not tell anyone anything or say anything to anyone or cause anyone any trouble, okay?"
I smiled, thinking about her request and deciding it might not even be a bad idea. Judy could see for herself no harm was being done in the park. "Sure," I agreed, and we headed off down into the playground.
"This is Judy," I said, introducing her to Meg and Vivi. "She's Katie's mother - the cute little girl who plays with my niece Suzy all the time?"
"Oh, I know who she is," Meg said excitedly. "She's that gorgeous little girl that is so prissy," she laughed.
"Oh yes," Vivi joined in. "I know who she is." She laughed. "She's such a flirt!" she added, still laughing. "She's such a sexy little devil, I just adore her."
Judy laughed. "Sounds like you both know my daughter Katie, alright," she admitted. "Would you girls mind sitting down over here at the picnic table so we can talk a few minutes?" she asked. "Do you have time?"
"Sure," they agreed, glancing questioningly toward me, and we walked over to the picnic table near the jungle jim to sit down.
Meg and Vivi had been best friends for several years and I knew them well. They were both 8 or 9 years old, and we, my nieces and me, had played sex with them several times. They were fun girls. Vivi was about 4 feet tall, and Meg was a couple inches taller, with pretty auburn hair while Vivi's was dark. Both wore fitted shorts, the kind girls wore in those days, and both wore sleeveless shirts tied at their chest revealing their tummies.
"Judy saw Vivi go in with the man and she was worried," I said. Vivi's hand went over her mouth, eyes frightened.
"No, no, don't worry," Judy laughed, holding her palms up toward Vivi in surrender. "Jimmy told me there was nothing to worry about so I'm fine. Don't worry. I promise I will never tell anyone about anything so believe me, please?"
The girls looked at each other and then at me. I laughed, grabbing Vivi's hand across the table and holding it tight. "Relax, Vivi," I said. "She's okay. I told her we never did anything we didn't want to do and she's okay with that."
The girls looked at each other and then relaxed, smiling back at us. To break the ice, I asked with a laugh, "So how much did you get out of him, Vivi?"
Vivi looked at me a second, and then giggled. "A dollar," she answered.
"Good girl!" I laughed. Vivi blushed, and we all laughed, Judy included.
"She's such a slut," Meg giggled, giving her a shove. We laughed.
"Hey, I needed the money!" Vivi retorted with a giggle, shoving Meg back. Again we all laughed.
"Bull, you like to pull your panties down," Meg giggled, shoving her back.
"I do not!" Vivi said, an offended tone in her voice. Then she giggled. "Well, maybe a little," she admitted, and we all laughed.
"Hey girls," Judy offered. "I had zero money when I was your age. For a dollar, a man could have done anything to me he wanted!"
"Glad you're not our age now," Meg giggled. "You're so cute and sexy all the guys would only want you!"
"Aw, you're so sweet," Judy blushed. "But I don't think so. You two are perfect dolls! You are both s-o-o-o pretty and sexy."
"We're not," they giggled.
"Yes you are!" Judy said. "Aren't they, Jimmy?" she said, poking me.
I laughed. "Both of them know how I feel about them," I said. The girls blushed and slapped at me.
"Oh, I see," Judy laughed. "So you've both played sex with Jimmy before?"
Meg looked shocked. "No!" she said, and then looking at Vivi, they both broke down giggling. "Lots," Vivi admitted, "him and his wicked little niece Lexi."
Judy looked at me with surprise. "Lexi is your niece?" she asked. "Oh my god, I know who she is. She is the most incredibly beautiful child!" Looking at Meg and Vivi with her eyes wide, she added, "No wonder. That child can do anything she wants to me. She makes me s-o-o-o hot!" They all broke down in naughty little girl giggles, Judy included.
Meg giggled, "You think she looks hot, you should get in bed with the little whore!" And again they all broke into naughty giggled.
"She made you feel good, though, didn't she?" I said laughing.
"Oh my god," Vivi giggled. "Whew!"
"Tell me," Judy said. "I want to hear!"
Meg and Vivi giggled lasciviously, looking at each other. Meg looked at Judy with wicked eyes. "You'll have to get in bed with her sometime," she said, and she and Vivi broke into wicked giggles once more.
"Oh my," Judy said. "You girls are making me hot just talking about it." They giggled again.
Judy found her way back to the subject at hand. "Jimmy and I were sitting up by the sand box when we saw all you girls talking to that man. Tell me what all happened, will you?"
They looked at one another, and Meg began. "He comes around every once in a while. He says his name is Joe, but we don't believe him, do we Vivi? Anyway, so he came while we were talking to our friends - you saw the other 3 girls? They're third graders like us, too - so he comes up and says, 'Who wants to make a little money?' So our friend Becky goes up and pushes him and says, 'Go away you dirty old man, we're just a bunch of little girls.'" Looking at Judy, she adds, "We were just being funny with him - you know, joking around." Continuing, Meg said, "So he grabs Becky's crotch and says, 'Little girls with red hot pussies!'" Now Meg stopped, eyes wide with hand over her mouth, and looks at Judy, then me.
Judy giggled. "Cunt, fuck-hole, cooch, snatch, twat, cum bucket - do you like any of those better?" she laughed.
"Whew," Meg said. "Guess we don't have to watch what say, huh?" she giggled. "Okay, so anyway, it's kind of a game we play, him trying to grab our 'twats,'" she giggled, "I like that word. Anyway, him trying to grab our twats and butts and us teasing him." She decided to explain more. "See, when he comes up, we're talking about other stuff, so we know if we play around with him a little we can see if we really want to play sex with him or not. See what I mean?" she asked Judy.
"Perfectly," Judy said. "You play around talking dirty and getting felt up to see if it turns you on, right?"
"Yeah," Meg said, "exactly." Looking at Judy closely, Meg added, giggling away, "God, you are s-o-o-o pretty and sexy!" Judy giggled back at her, and Meg continued, "So we joked around with him awhile and I think we're all getting pretty hot. I know I was about to take him, but my little slut friend here," she said giggling and punching Vivi, "grabbed him first, didn't you, Vivi?"
"He likes me best," Vivi giggled, pushing back at Meg. "He thinks I'm sexier than you are."
"Unh-unh," giggled Meg, pushing back. "He just knows you're the biggest slut!" she giggled.
"Me?" Vivi said in mock astonishment. Then she giggled, "Maybe," and we all laughed.
"So tell us what happened, Vivi?" Judy asked.
"Umm," Vivi began, "well, we went into the bathroom and he locked the door. We always do that. And then - you know," she giggled.
Judy laughed. "Hey, it's right here," Judy said, pointing over her shoulder to the restrooms which were only 15 or so feet from the table, "can we go in so I can see what it looks like?" We headed over with Meg and Vivi giggling and punching at one another.
I walked in last and locked the door behind me. Looking up to see Judy and the girls looking at me, I said, "Hey, I don't want anyone walking in while I'm in here." They all giggled at me, making fun.
Judy looked around at the typical Spartan bathroom. Concrete floor, concrete block walls, 2 metal stalls, a 3-foot wide lavatory, and a single light bulb in a reflective shield fixture. "This is what I expected," Judy said. Looking back to Vivi, she said, "So what's the first thing that happened when you came in?"
Hopping up to sit on the lavatory, Vivi said, "Well, he sits me up here to kiss me - 'cuz I'm so short," she added.
"You aren't short at all," Judy said. "You're just young, right? Bet you're going to be a tall, gorgeous girl."
Vivi giggled a little at the compliment. "So he starts kissing me and feeling me with his fingers down here," she put her hand on her crotch.
"He's feeling your snatch," Meg said, convulsing in giggles as Vivi and Judy join her.
"Yeah, my snatch," Vivi agreed. "Then he undoes my shorts and starts poking his fingers down there, on my snatch," she giggles, "on top of my panties."
Judy, standing beside her, looked over at Meg. "It would be better if we could watch someone. Meg, could you play like you're the man?"
"Sure," Meg said, walking in front of Vivi. "Uh-oh," she laughed, "I'm too short now." She looked around for something to stand on, and then looked at me. "You do it, Uncle Jimmy. You're tall enough." She looked at Judy. "Everybody calls him Uncle Jimmy 'cuz he has so many nieces," she explained.
"And they're all hot!" Vivi chimed in, as both she and Meg collapsed once more in giggles. Judy looked at me with her eyebrows up.
"Do you mind, 'Uncle' Jimmy?" she asked, laughing as she said the uncle.
Giggling again, Meg grabbed my arm and pulling me toward Vivi said, "Yeah, Uncle Jimmy. You've done it to her before enough," and she and Vivi giggled profusely.
I looked at Judy, and walked over in front of Vivi. Putting my hands on her knees, I spread her legs apart and moved between them taking her face in my hands to guide her lips to mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt her little tongue come into my mouth looking for mine. I dropped a hand down her back to her little butt and pulled her into the fingers of my other hand pushing up into her crotch, rubbing where I knew her little slit was. Her arms pulled me closer as she felt my fingers, and she squirmed her little butt up to help my probing fingers. My hand on her butt moved up to push her lower back to me, straightening her so I could undo the belt holding her shorts. I unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper, sliding my fingers inside to feel the smoothness of her nylon panties as my fingers slipped down over her mound to find her slit. I could feel the top of it and began to stroke, knowing her little clit was just beneath my fingers. A small moan came through her throat as she felt my finger.
Judy stood close watching, her arm around Meg's shoulder and Meg's around her waist. I pulled out my hand and began untying Vivi's shirt, and unbuttoning it, I pushed it apart to find her little nipples were swollen and sticking out, and I rolled them between my fingers. Vivi moaned as we continued to tongue-fuck.
Breaking the kiss, I lifted Vivi to stand on the lavatory so that I could slowly lower her shorts and let her step out of them, revealing her pretty light pink nylon panties. As my hands came up her legs to rest on her little hips, fingers wrapping around them and into her little butt cheeks, I felt Judy's hand slide across my back as she wrapped her arm around me, both of us looking into the crotch of Vivi's cute panties. Sliding my hand into her crotch, Vivi spread her feet a little to give access. I massaged her little clit before letting my middle finger slide into it and begin to stroke, feeling the moisture coming through the panties and darkening them with the wetness as she moaned softly, her little hips moving with my finger.
Judy licked her lips as I saw her lustful eyes following my finger. I stepped back and moved Judy to stand in my place, taking her hand to replace mine in Vivi's crotch. "Feels nice," I whispered in Judy's ear. Her hand left Meg's shoulder to go up behind Vivi, squeezing her butt cheek into the fingers now sliding up and down Vivi's little slit. Looking down at Meg who still had her arm wrapped around Judy's waist, I winked, pulling Meg's other hand up to Judy's tummy as I moved the hand wrapped around her back to Judy's butt cheek where she squeezed her fingers into it. I pushed Meg's hand into Judy's tummy and moved it slowly down to wrap around Judy's pussy mound under the skirt. Meg began to work Judy's body as Judy's head moved ever closer to Vivi's crotch.
Vivi's hands were on Judy's shoulders for balance as I reached around to slowly begin lowering the pretty pink panties. As her bald, little pussy came into view, Judy whispered, "Oh my god." Lowering the panties on down, Vivi stepped out of them and moved closer to Judy as she pulled Judy's head toward her crotch. "Oh my god," Judy whispered again as her head tilted up toward Vivi's bare pussy; she began pressing her mouth into it. Vivi moaned as Judy's tongue entered her wet little slit and began to caress it. From behind I reached around to begin unbuttoning the front of Judy's sundress.
When the dress was unbuttoned below her waist, I slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, pulling one of Judy's hands at a time away from Vivi to slip the arm out of the strap and then slipped the dress on down for Judy to step out of. I watched her ponytail, bobbing with each lick of Vivi's cunt as Judy now stood there in her white strapless bra, gleaming white nylon panties and sandals.
Meg stood beside Judy, her little hands clutching Judy's hips through the white panties as her eyes pored over her in lust. I moved her behind Judy and wrapped her arms around Judy's hips, and she pulled her little body tightly into Judy's ass, her lips kissing her between the shoulder blades. Meg pushed her fingers into Judy's crotch, hearing a sigh from Judy as the fingers went inside her slit and began to stroke.
Reaching around Meg, I undid her her shorts, pulling them down from her blue nylon panties for her to step out of. Reaching back around, I untied her shirt, unbuttoned it and pulled it open so Meg could crush her bare chest into Judy. I pulled down Meg's panties and she stepped out of them. Reaching under her, Meg spread her legs so I could sink my fingers into her wet slit, a moan coming from her as my fingers began to stroke.
"Take her panties off," I whispered to Meg, and as Meg lowered Judy's panties, I unsnapped the strapless bra and removed it, revealing small, pert titties, nipples hard and straight out. Judy was now naked except for her sandals. Holding Meg's hand, I guided it up between Judy's legs from behind, pushing the legs until Judy allowed her feet to spread. "Shove all your fingers up inside her," I whispered to Meg, pulling her other hand around Judy's hip and helping her find Judy's clit to massage. Judy moaned with pleasure as she felt Meg's fingers sink inside her. Looking down, Meg and I grinned at one another as Meg began finger fucking her.
As I stripped off my clothes, I looked up to see little Vivi's eyes wild with lust as she humped Judy's face into her crotch, each hump bringing a groan of delight as she felt Judy's tongue stab into her. My hands went around Judy to slide over her tummy and chest, finding the skin hot and sweaty. I began to pull and massage her pert tits, looking up to see Vivi was reaching her peak. "Fuck her hard, Judy," I said softly. "She's about to cum, aren't you, Vivi?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Vivi groaned, a chant in rhythm with Judy's tongue.
"Fuck her hard, Judy, fuck your tongue into her," I said, and seeing Vivi about to go over, I said, "Cum with her, Judy. She's about to go, cum with the little cunt, cum with the little whore." I could feel Judy's body straining up into Vivi as it too strained for orgasm, her head slamming viciously into her crotch as her tongue stabbed inside her over and over. "Cum with the little cunt, Judy. Let her have it. Make the little cunt cum so you can cum." I looked down to see Meg doing her part, fucking Judy for all she was worth.
"Cum in the pretty lady's mouth, Vivi," I called up, "cum in the pretty lady's mouth now. Cum, Vivi!" Vivi trembled on her tiptoes as she went over the top, and she let out a sharp scream as the orgasm seized her. "Oh god," she moaned as the first wave washed through her. In a second the second wave hit her. She was cumming great.
"Go with the nasty little cunt, Judy," I yelled. "She's cumming in your mouth On your tongue. Nasty little cunt, cum with her, Judy. Cum with her now!" and I squeezed hard into Judy's nipples, feeling her body shake and then rise up toward Vivi as a moan begin growing inside her. "You're cumming now, Judy. Let it out, cunt, let it out." Suddenly she broke free as Vivi's legs began to collapsing, her chin dropping down as Judy went into seizure, her body trembling and shaking. I looked down to Meg who was looking up wide eyed at me. "Fuck her, Meg," I said, "fuck her brains out." Meg pumped furiously up into her as Judy went higher on her toes, trembling, shaking, and now moaning loudly. "Let it go, Judy. Feel good, little girl Judy. Let it feel good." A load moan came from within Judy as she stood frozen in place, her body shuddering violently.
Judy finally collapsed, falling over on top of Vivi who now lay in a limp pile on the lavatory. Meg helped me dig Vivi out from under her, and we propped her against the mirror on one side of the lavatory. We rolled Judy over and managed to get her up on the other side, her back resting against the mirror.
Pushing Judy's knees apart, I lifted Meg to sit between Judy's legs, pulling her arms around to hold her in place. "What are you doing?" Judy mumbled as her arms encircled Meg's chest below the arms.
"Meg and me are going to fuck now, aren't we Meg?" I said. Meg giggled as she guided my little cock into her hot, wet snatch. Judy's dazed eyes opened wide as she stared down at my little cock slamming as deep as it could inside little Meg's bald pussy.
Judy gazed at herself in the mirror as she finished re-buttoning her sundress. "Oh my god, what happened?" she asked.
The girls were finishing zipping up their shorts and buttoning them as I stood beside Judy, looking at both of us in the mirror. Judy looked to be about an even foot taller than me. "Shit," I thought. I wrapped my arms around her, anyway.
"We fucked you," I said. "We fucked you, didn't we girls?" The girls fell over in giggles.
Judy felt a little shaky as we walked back toward the bench by the sand box, so I held my arm around her. She was quiet. "That felt really good, didn't it?" I said.
She kept walking. "It felt better than good," she conceded, "but now I keep wondering if I just did something bad."
"Judy," I said. "It was fun. Nobody got hurt. We all did what we wanted to do. It was pure fun, wasn't it?"
She kept walking. Slowly a smile began to appear. "God help me," she said, "god help me but that was fun. It felt great," she laughed.
I laughed with her. She looked at me, wrinkling her nose as she gave me a pinch on the shoulder. "My boobies are sore, and you did it," she giggled. I laughed as I squirmed with her pinch.
After we had walked a little further, I said, "Little girls make you hot, don't they, Judy?"
She thought about that. "They do," she said. "I don't know why, but they do, I can't help it."
I laughed, squeezing her waist to me. "Me, too," I said. "When I was with big girls, I thought they were all I'd ever want to have sex with, but now I love little girls."
"Big girls?" she asked. "What big girls have you played sex with? Or maybe you mean you really had sex with them?"
"Both," I laughed. "Mostly my sister Joy and her friends."
"You have sex with your sister?" she asked. "How old is she?"
"She's 14 now, and she's dating guys and stuff, so we don't really do anything anymore," I answered.
"Wow," she said. "Did you have real sex with her?"
"Yeah," I said, "but I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I mean, we were just little kids."
"I suppose so," she said. She thought a moment. "My big brother fucked me," she said.
"Really?" I said. "How old was he and how old were you?"
"The first time was when I was 8 and he was 11," she said. "I walked in one morning and he was lying in bed playing with his cock. I got up in bed with him to watch, and pretty soon I was on top of him and he was fucking me."
"Did it hurt you?" I asked.
"Not really," she laughed. "After that he did it all the time until he got to be 13. I don't remember why it stopped. I guess he just thought he had outgrown me."
"Hmm," I said, thinking about it. "Sounds like you liked it and you were sorry he stopped."
"Yeah," she admitted, "I did like it. Made me feel like a big girl, I guess."
I laughed. "I'm 11, too," I said, "and I really want to fuck you, too."
She laughed. "But I'm not 8 anymore," she said.
"Maybe you kind of are to me," I laughed, "maybe that's why I want to fuck you so bad."
She giggled and pulled me to her.
We sat on our park bench, watching the kids playing away in the sand. Now we sat side by side, her holding my hand in her lap. "'Uncle' Jimmy," she laughed, Meg's comment coming back to her. "How many nieces do you have?"
I laughed. "Too many to count, I think," I said.
"Do you play sex with all of them?" she asked.
"Only when they get old enough to want to," I answered.
Looking out on the kids playing, she asked, "How about Sherry? Have you played sex with her?"
"A little," I said, "but kids her age lose interest real fast. Not as much fun with them." I laughed. "They don't have very big orgasms, either, and I really love girls having big orgasms."
She bent over laughing at that. "So I noticed!" she said. "I heard you talking to me while we were all having sex, young man."
I laughed. "Did you like it?" I asked. "I work on that with my nieces. They tell me what's hot to them and what's not."
"Couldn't you tell?" she giggled. "Whew, I was hot, hot, hot!" she laughed.
Recalling, she said, "You called me your 'little girl'. Do you remember that?"
I laughed. "It just seemed like the thing to say at the time," I said.
She giggled again, squeezing my hand laying on her dress down into her crotch. "That really made me hot when you said it," she admitted.
"Boy Judy, I really want to fuck you," I laughed. She giggled wickedly, gazing up at me. "I bet you do fuck me one of these days, what do you bet?" she said.
We watched the kids play. It was around lunch time by now and I was getting hungry when I noticed a man walking by. Squeezing Judy's hand, I said, "There goes one of our regulars."
Looking around quickly, she finally spotted him. "That man?" she said, nodding her head toward him.
"Yep," I said. "He comes at least once a week, sometimes more."
"Oh my," she laughed. "Horny old man, is he?" she asked. I laughed.
Now there were at least a dozen kids of various ages in the playground, swinging, see-sawing, playing on the jungle jim. "What kind of kids does he like?" she asked.
The man was circling down into the playground area now. "Watch," I said.
We could see him speak to a couple of girls as he walked past them and wave at another as he headed up to the jungle jim where three little girls played, aged for 3 to 5 or 6, it appeared. He spoke to them, laughing and kidding with them. Then he walked on behind the well-house as all three girls crawled out of the jungle jim to follow him.
"Oh my," Judy said excitedly. "What's he doing with them, do you know?"
"Right now, he's feeling them up, one at a time," I said. "The kids love that. He's bent down on one knee, and he wraps an arm around to pull the little girl over to him so her front side is out. Then he pulls her panties down so the others can watch her little bald pussy while he sticks his finger in it and gets her wet. When she's good and wet, the other two little girls get to feel her up awhile, and then he does the next one."
Judy's eyes were wide as she stared toward the well-house. "Oh my," she said. Looking at me, she asked, "How do you know?"
I laughed. "There are two big doors on the back of the well-house and each has a big grille thing across the bottom," I said. "If you sit down inside in front of the grilles, you can see through them just fine, but because it's dark in there, he can't see me. I've watched lots of stuff go on from there," I laughed.
She giggled. "I bet," she said. "God, I would love to do that, sit and watch."
"Maybe we can sometime," I said. "After he gets done feeling them all up, he takes a handful of nickels out of his pocket and asked who wants to pull his pants down, and pays who does it, usually all the girls. Then he asks who wants to play with his dick and pays them, all of the girls again. He asks who wants to lick it and pays them, usually all the girls. He asks who wants to suck on it and pays them. If some of the girls don't want to, he pays them anyway. When he's ready, he asks who wants to jack him off and pays them, again all the girls. Then when he gets done, he zips up, gives them each a kiss and a pat on the fanny and they go back to playing and he goes on his way."
She thought about it. "It's really kind of sweet in a way, isn't it?" she said.
"The kids love it," I said.
She giggled. "It's also making me a little hot again," she admitted.
We watched the kids playing. "It's getting about lunch time," I said.
"Yep," she said, continuing to watch. The 3 girls wore cute little play dresses over fancy panties with lace around the legs. "Do you think Katie's gotten nickels from the man?" she asked.
"I'm not sure about from that man," I said. Thinking about it, I added, "Probably."
"Wow," she said, watching Katie play. "God, she makes me so hot," she admitted.
"Me, too," I said. "She's so sexy she makes everybody hot."
"Sometimes when I put her to bed at night," she said, "in her cute little nightie, I lay her on top of me and pet her while I masturbate. Aren't I a bad mommy?"
"Huh," I said, thinking about it. "I bet lots of mothers do that with their little girls."
"Do you really think so?" she asked.
"I bet," I said. "Little girls can be so sexy."
Judy watched her. "I really want to do more than masturbate," she said.
"Hmm," I said. "Guess I can ask Lexi and my sister what they think," I said.
"Oh god, Lexi," Judy said.
I laughed. "I'll get you in bed with her, how would you like that?"
"Oh my god," Judy breathed. She laughed. "I just got all wet again," she said.
I laughed. "Well, you can stay hot for Lexi, because I can get her to come see you this afternoon, if you want," I said.
"I am going to faint," Judy laughed.
"We can think about Katie," I said, "but there're a few things I know we can do with her."
"What?" Judy said, sitting up to look at me, eyes excited.
"Well, I can have play sex with her and you can watch," I said. "I can take her to bed and you can get in bed with us. She's too young to remember you were in bed, too, I bet. And while I have her distracted you can work her little body over to your heart's content. How would you like that?"
"Seriously," Judy laughed, "I'm about to orgasm again." I laughed.
"Another thing we can do is set her up for the man who likes the little ones and watch in the well-house," I said. "Would that be fun?"
"Oh god," she laughed. "Now I really am going to orgasm. But how can we do that?"
"We just have to watch for him," I said. "He always circles around just like he did today, so when we see him, we'll beat him to the well-house and go inside. You can't see the back of the well-house from the jungle jim so none of the kids will see us go in."
"Oh my god," she said. "I can masturbate while I watch, can't I? That is so hot."
I laughed. "If I'm with you, I'll take care of your pussy. All we'll have to worry about is how loud you are when you get off."
She giggled, slapping me. "Bad boy," she said.
"And we can take her to the movie house," I said. "The man who owns it will let us watch while he leg fucks her."
"What's 'leg fuck'?" she asked.
He sits her on top of him, his big old cock squashed between her legs and squeezed up against her little pussy, and he bounces her up and down until he cums." I laughed. "Whenever I need a dollar or two, I grab one of my little nieces and go see him."
Judy began to fan herself. "I'm so hot I'm going to die!" she whispered.
I laughed again. Leaning into her, I whispered, "Stay that way. I'll bring Lexi over this afternoon and she and I will work you over so good you can't get out of bed."
"Oh my god," Judy said.
A couple of years later when I got old enough to ejaculate hot white cream, I shared much of it with Judy. Something about her, the way she never really became a woman or something has always made me think that if I had ever met a woman like that at the right time, the right age, I could have settled down with her and been happy for the rest of my life. I am not sure that would be true, but I think maybe.
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