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-- Our intrepid guest at the nudist group's private waterpark party wakes
from a nap to discover an invite to an even more secret rendezvous, where he discovers that even the "rules" he was told earlier don't apply everywhere.

				THE WATERPARK
				=============

				By Parkwatcher



		CHAPTER 7 - "ROOM 136"
		(mg, infant, MF, Mf, fm, Mg, voy)


	A chirping noise woke the slumbering Ian from his blissful
dreams. He was disappointed slightly, as he was vividly reliving his
first encounter with Alicia, in the wave pool, where she had embraced
him in the water, sliding herself onto his shaft. How easily he had
pierced her hole, her small, nubile breast bumps pressed into his
chest, her lips locked with his. He woke with hard wood, and briefly
considered finishing himself off with a quick jerk off session,
but then remembered why his alarm had him up at that time of the 
afternoon. He remembered Kelly's note, "Come to room 136 at 2."

	He slid out of the bed, and looked for something to put on
before remembering that although he was at a hotel slash waterpark
resort, he was there with the nudist group and nobody would be 
wearing anything at all for the duration.

	Splashing some water on his face to wake himself up, Ian
left the room and walked down the hall, his erection pointing the 
way to room 136. On the way he passed a pleasant Asian couple he 
knew from the group, their two young daughters gazing longingly at
Ian's boner, both of the parents nodding pleasant, smiling
greetings as they passed.

	He arrived at room 136, left open slightly with the door
swing bar holding it from closing all the way. He could hear some
talking, and some muted noise that was hard to make out. He entered
and found a variety of activities going on, which took him a moment
to process.

	In the bathroom, off his right, the door was open and he
could immediately see a young, slender girl standing in the bathtub,
shower curtains wide open, and a slightly older boy taking her from
behind, thrusting himself like a dog humping a guest's leg. The girl
was Sophia, who was the young girl trying out the waterpark's sizing
dildo when Ian first arrived, and the boy appeared to be her brother
Jason, who was pumping his small wick into his 8 year old sister.

	The kids took no notice of Ian as he glanced into the 
bathroom, their eyes closed as they grunted and moaned in pleasure.

	Looking into the room, there were bunk beds just past the
small bathroom, and he could spy at least a couple of small bodies
curcled up for a snooze. He walked further into the room, and where
the queen size bed would normally be, there were two professional 
looking massage tables set up, and a baby's playpen tucked into a
corner near a small hotel table. Kelly was there by the playpen,
picking up her daughter, who was now wearing just a diaper. On the
nearest massage table was the muscular form of Pete, the tattooed
cop he had seen several times today, laying on his chest, head
turned away. The other massage table was empty.

	Kelly was the first to greet him. "Hey there," she said,
in a perky, excited voice as she carried her seven-month-old
in her arms and walked towards him. "Thanks for coming, I think
you'll have fun here," she continued with a smile. She invited
him to relax for a moment, there were a few cans of beer on the
small table, droplets of condensation and small clumps of snow
clinging to the sides. It was evident Kelly, or someone, had just 
brought them in from the patio, he could see more stuck in the 
fresh snow outside the sliding door. He sat at the table and
cracked a can open, taking a few sips while Kelly went over to
where Pete was laying on the first massage table.

	"Ok, roll over, Petey," she said softly. He did so 
obligingly, his inked pecs flexing as he rolled himself over on
the padded table. He smiled as Kelly and the baby, as the young 
mother gingerly placed her infant daughter on Pete's chest, facing
his feet, and removed her diaper.

	The baby squirmed and gurgled a little, as her head bobbed
up and down, mouth wide open; she was evidently hungry after a 
nap. Pete took her legs and spread them apart, straddling his
thick, hairless, smooth chest, then held them there so that she
wouldn't fall. Kelly took Pete's member his her hand, and guided
it towards her daighter's gaping mouth, rolling the foreskin back
to expose his bulb.

	He quivered slightly as he felt his cock head make contact
with the infant's small, moist lips. The baby began to suckle on
the tip of Pete's meat, as Kelly continued to stiffen the shaft
by stroking it slowly with her hand. The baby enthusiastically 
sucked on her new oral toy, no doubt trying to express milk from
something that could have easily reminded her of her mother's 
nipple. Pete let out a soft groan, as he leaned his head back and
reflexively squeezed his buttocks, shift his hips up ever so 
slightly, getting just a bit more of him into the girl's suckling
mouth.

	Kelly giggled, inquiring, "How's that, Pete?"  He was
silent in his answer, allowing the infant to continue sucking his
aching tip. After a few moments, Pete moved one hand to the baby's
bottom, then stretched a forefinger and thumb between the thick,
fat thighs. Ian guessed he was manipulating the girl's fleshy
folds, the same ones he had tasted that morning, after he fucked
Kelly, the girl's mother, who had been licking the girl's box as 
well.

	Pete then brought his other hand up and pointed a finger
towards the baby's small slit. Ian couldn't tell, but had thought
Pete was now inserting a digit into the lying on his chest.

	Kelly now worked Pete's ballsack, together with his shaft,
still keeping his cock in her baby daughter's mouth while she
suckled and sucked it noisily. Ian sipped his beer, watching the
show.

	He was then distracted by the door opening again. It was
Mandy, the red headed 9 year old he remembered from the lazy 
river that morning. She walked in to the room, and made eye contact
with Ian, smiling. "Hello again," she said to him. She came over
to him and stood between his parted knees, her full nudity 
unashamedly on display to him. He once again admired her lithe 
form, her red lips and freckled cheeks, her copper-red long hair
now dry and brushed neatly straight behind her shoulders. Her pale
white skin contrasted with her brownish-red pencil eraser nipples.

	"Hello," answered Ian with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

	"Actually," she began. "I'd like a massage. You know, a 
grown up one. Pete usually does it, but he seems busy," she said,
with a giggle. She glanced over quickly at the fit man, whose knob
was being savaged by the hungry infant girl lying on top of him.

	"Sure thing," Ian said without hesitation. He relished the
thought of exploring this young girl again, outside and in. He had
not massaged a girl on a table like that since he was in college,
and he had to pay for the privilege at one of the city's many 
"rub and tug" parlors. Of course, the girls were older - though 
probably not by much, but definitely grown women. But as this whole
affair was already wildly unusual, "when in Rome" he thought.

	She hopped up onto the table and lay down flat on her tummy,
her head on the padded headrest, face in the opening looking down
at the room's carpeted floor. Her plump bum wriggled as she got 
herself into a comfortable position, her feet slightly apart, arms
along her sides. "Use the baby oil," she requested, as Ian got up
out of his chair and approached the second massage table where
Mandy was.

	He reached under the table and retrieved a bottle of baby
oil as requested, and standing next to the table he placed a small
puddle of it in his hands, put the bottle back down and started to
rub the young girl's shoulders, moving her hair neatly out of the
way. He rubbed slowly, putting an honest effort into massaging the
girl's smooth, round shoulders, the nape of her neck, and down her
cream-like soft back.

	While he worked the oil into the girl's skin, he looked over
at the other massage table to see how things had progressed there.
Pete had now pulled the baby towards his head, her legs on either
side of his face, his nose planted right into her nether region. She
giggled and cooed as Pete licked and licked at her tiny pink hole.
While Pete pleasured himself by pleasuring the baby, Kelly was leaning
over Pete's midriff from the side, again giving Ian a familiar view 
of the young mother from behind. Her head bobbed up and down as she 
finished the blowjob her baby daughter had started on the man.

	Ian worked the slender young red-head laying on the table in
front of him, massaging the sweetly scented baby oil into the small 
of her back, then her spongey, round butt cheeks, squeezing them and
spreading them to expose her brownish puckered rectum, and hairless,
smooth girl slit between her slender thighs. Teasingly, he avoided
her sex as he continued to massage her legs one at a time, working 
his hands over each thigh, then down to her calves, and finally her
dainty feet. Mandy parted her legs slightly more to allow him to
access her, but he didn't bite - not yet.

	Pete groaned loadly, bucking his hips into Kelly's bobbing
head, while he took a breathing break from sloppily eating her baby
girl's cunt. He was probably cumming now, loading Kelly's attractive
thin mouth with his hot cream, thought Ian. His throbbing erection
was pressed into the padded massage table. He ached for relief for
himself, and knew that he would find it in this slight, puerile 
girl lying on the massage table in front of him. After all, he had
done so before, at the lazy river, very much at her behest.

	Ian continued to rub and massage the red-haired waif in
front of him, working his way back up the legs, purposely sliding
a finger along the length of her slit, teasing her. Mandy reached
a hand out and fumbled around looking for Ian's cock, finding it
quickly and gripping it like a vice, giving it a tug at the same
time.

	On the other table, Pete was now spent, but enjoying a
treat as Kelly was now eating her daughter's glory box on his
muscular, heaving chest. Kelly had her daughter's legs splayed
wide, exposing the girl's slickened baby mound to the man. The
baby was now on her back, steadied by Pete's hands on either
side of her. Kelly was furiously licking and suckling on the
infant's crotch, as she had done when Ian had first met the
two, her mouth and tongue working at a flurry of a pace. Kelly
had kept a wad of Pete's love juice and had spat it out over
her baby's mound, adding to the sounds of slurping and sucking.

	Ian's attention returned to Mandy, as the slender girl
now spun herself around on the table, facing up at him. She
giggled, "Now, do my front."

	He obliged the girl, again starting at her shoulders
with a new palmful of baby oil. She smiled warmly, now stroking
his shaft slowly with her other hand, her legs still apart offering
the man access to her girl flower, when he wanted it. Again, he 
was patient, and giving. He kneaded oil into her soft skin, 
paying attention to her small unbudded nipples, which though
prepubescent and not yet starting to develop, still became
stiff under his touch. His fingers worked their magic down her
chest, to her tummy, circling her small belly button, then
down to the pale flesh above her slit. She spread her thighs 
again, as far as they could go without falling off the sides of
the table. He visually examined her puffed vaginal lips, a small
fleshy button peeking from between them, her scent reaching his
nose, the pink flesh between peering out ever so slightly.

	Where he had worked the oil in, her skin shone in the 
light, glistening like sweat. He continued to apply the sheen
of oil over her hips, working the thumbs towards her slit. Again
he teased the girl, who was wriggling to bring her mons closer to
his exploring hands. He took his massage down her legs again,
one at a time, savoring the moment.

	Then, it was time. She stroked his shaft faster in 
desperate anticipation, drops of precum forming at the tip. He
gently placed a palm over her mons, fingers between her legs, 
covering her slit. He massaged the whole of her vulva, his fingers
moving together, applying pressure on her sex. Then, he worked his
middle finger to her gate, pressing the tip between the folds of 
skin, then inside her. She gasped, and slowed her stroking pace 
momentarily, biting her lip.

	The child's other hand landed on top of his, pressing his
hand harder into her genitals. His oiled finger easily slipped in
to her hole and he worked it in and out, in and out, slowly at 
first, then more steadily. As she yielded to his finger more
easily, he worked another one in, still guided by her hand. She 
was an expert lover in the sense that she knew when she liked and
how to guide a caressing hand over her snatch. Her clit was now
squeezed slightly between his two fingers, and she bit down 
harder on her lip, eyes closed, chin quivering.

	For the next few moments he continued to work the two 
glistening fingers into and out of her moist hole, finger fucking
the 9 year old until she seemed ready for something bigger. Her 
pussy lips stretched to accept his digits, making sucking noises
as he worked them in and out of her tunnel faster, and harder.

	Mandy had almost completely forgotten about his cock in
her hand now, her mind occupied on the pressure of the man's 
fingers inside her, probing her. She still gripped his manhood,
squeezing every time she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her,
but her stroking had come to a stop. As he pushed his fingers 
in and out of her sweet hole, he leaned over and pressed his 
lips onto hers. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to
enter, circling, probing it. She was a practiced kisser, and 
responded in kind. He briefly wondered where she had learned 
such techniques. He recalled as a teenager many years ago 
kissing a girl about his age - 13 at the time. Mandy was as good
as that girl from seventh grade was at French kissing, if not
better.

	He passionately sucked face with the girl while fingering
her for what seemed like an eternity, enjoying the feeling of
her slick flesh clinging to his knuckles, moving slightly with 
his lean fingers as they simulated fucking her. The way his 
fingers curled into her hole, she was receiving a lot of pressure
on her clit, making her squirm slightly, moaning loudly under
his liplock.

	The rest of the room melted away, as he and Mandy shared 
a moment of illicit nirvana, heatedly penetrating the grade four
girl while kissing her the way no man should.

	After a few more minutes, she broke the liplock and said,
"I want to ride you again, mister." She shifted off the massage
table, and stood on the floor. Ian hopped onto it in her place,
facing up, one hand resting on her soft tush. She bent over to
grab the bottle of baby oil on the floor under the table, then
sprang up again, squeezing a long stream of the thin, viscous
liquid out over his groin. She worked the oil into his shaft, 
stroke him back to stiffness again, while massaging his smooth,
hairless balls. "I love your cock," she said. "I love how it's
smooth and soft, like my brother's and my dad's."

	On her mention of her dad, he had wondered if he was 
responsible for her apparently good sexual education. He had not
yet seen him at the waterpark, and wondered where he was - of 
course he knew him from the nudist group, a tall, lean blondish
man of about 35, who he remembered as being a clean-shaved,
circumsized man. Had she Frenched her dad as passionately? Had she
been fucked by that cock too? Or was it Pete the cop, who he
had seen her with in the waterpark changerooms, who was mainly 
responsible for stretching this young girl's hole, filling it
up with loads of jizz. These tangential thoughts were bringing
him closer to tipping over the edge, and he broguht himself
back to reality, as the girl now lowered his mouth onto his 
manhood and wrapped her lips around its girth tightly.

	As the girl bobbed her freckled cheeks up and down 
on his shaft, he busied himself with her hole again - this time
using the hand on her ass, probing a finger into her warm, 
slick hole. Mandy continued until she satisfied herself that
the object of her affection was sufficiently stiff, and then
she lifted herself up onto the table with the man, placing her 
knees on either side of his waist, on all fours above him.

	He looked down at his erection, now lying back on his
tummy, pointing towards his head, bobbing slightly with
aching anticipation. The 9 year old girl hovered above him, 
leaning in to kiss him again. He resisted to urge to grab
her hips and press her girlhood onto him, but held off 
waiting for her to take the lead. Lead, she did, pressing
her parted pussy lips onto the length of his oil-slicked
cock shaft, then began to slide her body forwards and backwards, 
pushing her pink flower into his throbbing meat.

	Her pussy lips practically enveloped his cock, as she 
thrust her hips forwards and back, breaking her kiss to sit up
straight on top of him. Her gently guided her, mounting his
hands on her hips to control her pace. The girl giggled in 
pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her tender slick pink flesh
sliding up and down along the length of his shaft, almost as she
had done with him in the lazy river. Only this time, with the 
baby oil providing lubrication, the feeling was intense for 
both of them - electric, tingling, hot, effortless.

	Mandy rode his shaft, gliding her pussy back and forth, 
for a few more minutes, before lifting herself up slightly and
reaching down to take him in her small hand. Looking down, she
guided his cock, holding it up and then lowering the gaping 
lips bracketing her fuck tunnel onto the throbbing red glans 
at the tip of his cock. She planted herself onto him, wincing
slightly as his circumfrence once again slid into her, filling
her. He let out a soft moan too, feeling her heat envelop him,
his love dart sliding deep inside her until his tip pressed
against her stiff muscular cervix. She squeezed her thighs, and
gripped onto his shaft tightly with her cunt muscles, the
friction absent from the baby oil. Her bald mound was now 
pressed into the bare flesh above his shaft as she took all of
him inside her.

	As she sat on his cock, allowing it to fill her from 
the inside, pressing up into to top of her vagina, she gave
a shudder then slowly moved her ass in a circular motion, 
grinding her pussy lips into him. He fought the urge to close
his eyes and let himself go, and instead focus on hers, her
greenish-grey eyes sharply eye him back, looking into his.

	Her body writhed and squirmed, her hips still doing
their circular dance around his manhood, her tummy rolling
and flattening, her chest heaving. After a few moments of 
empassioned grinding, she switched to lifting herself up,
feeling him slipping inside her, her nubbin being electrified
by his meat sliding over it. She lowered herself again, taking
his whole length in, once again fitting into her cock glove.

	As her muscles worked around his meat, stretching,
she continued to move herself up and down on his rod, permitting
it to probe her deeply. The grade four girl rubbed her hands
on her chest, pinching her child nipples, pushing non-existent
breasts together as she had probably seen more mature girls do.
Ian relished this, even more than she he had her in the lazy
river, enjoying the sight of this pale young, oiled waif girl
riding him cowboy-style on the massage table. He watched as his
shaft disappeared into her bald slit, the slick baby oil 
allowing him to glide easily in and out of the girl.

	He could sense she was reaching a cresting point, and
in that moment, he close his eyes and allowed himself to go.
With a sudden, deep hard thrust, he pushed her hips down onto
him and held her there, his cock seeming to explode into her,
jets of warm cum spurting and filling her inside. He came so
hard he could feel the liquid splashing back onto his swollen
cock head. He released his grip slightly to allow her to 
continue riding up and down, and she did so faster this time,
trying to reach her own climax.

	She quivered and shook, effortlessly gliding up and 
down Ian's cock as it continued to twitch and jerk inside her,
jettisoning its last few loads of baby cream, which now dribbled
out of her and down his cock.

	After a moment, she raised herself, his manhood slightly
limp and sliding out easily. She turned around on top of him so
that she faced away, but still straddling him. He was treated to
the view of her gaping hole and folds of pussy flesh, she was
bent over with her head over his cock.  She moved back above
the man, so that her pussy was in front of his face, then she
began to fellate him once again, sucking his love juices from
his meat. He returned the favor, lifting his head up and probing
her gaped opening, from which his thick whitish gobs were
dripping on to him. He explored the delicate pink folds, the
velvety inner tunnel, and stiff fleshy bump with his tongue
and lips, kissing and suckling at her girl flower, tasting his
own jizz and her pussy juices in the process.

	The sixty-nine continued with the 9 year old girl on
top of him, her mouth taking in his erection and bringing it 
back to life. As he ate out the young girl, he felt a welling
of sensation inside him once again, and his cock throbbed and
spurted once again, sending a much more modest series of 
creamy spurts into the girl's mouth.

	As the waves of the second orgasm passed over him, 
he shuddered with pleasure, and at last could not bring himself
to keep probing the young girl's pussy any more.

	Mandy climbed off of Ian, some of his semen drooling 
from her plush red lips as she bent over to kiss him again.

	It was just a parting kiss, however, and she wandered
away towards the bunkbeds near the bathroom, leaving Ian to
collect himself, slow his breating a little, and finally sit
up.

	On the other table, Pete was sitting up too, but with one 
leg still on the massage table. Kelly was holding her baby girl
in front of Pete's softened manhood, and the infant seemed to
be sucking on it again, taking in the jizz that was left on
the man's shaft. Trails of semen ran down Kelly's inner thighs.
The baby cooed and mewled as it suckled on Pete's thick shaft,
drinking in the salty fluids.

	Ian followed Mandy to the bunkbeds. There he found 
the girl climbing into a lower bunk bed with another boy.
Ian now recognized the boy as Mandy's older brother, Mikey.
He was sixteen, slightly muscular - he played hockey, or lacrosse
or something, he recalled from a conversation he had with him
months before. He slept soundly, not stirring when Mandy
climbed into bed with him, and was on top of the covers,
fully nude. Mandy, ignoring Ian now, giggled as she wriggled
next to her brother on the bed, then reached between her 
legs and probed herself with some fingers for a moment.
She smiled and brought her hand out from between her thighs
again, tasted the tip of one finger, which Ian could see
glistened with the jizz he had spurted into her moments
ago, then rubbed the cum onto Mike's limp, uncircumsized
boyhood.

	Mandy took some more of the fluid and caressed more
of it around Mikey's soft cock, which now began to move
slightly. He was about to have an awesome wet dream, Ian 
thought to himself enviously.

	Even though it was dark slightly here by the bunks, 
Ian could make out the glistening fluid on Mikey's cock, 
and saw it stiffening and growing straight in his slumber.
The head of it started to peek out of the foreskin as it
filled and thickened with a pubescent teen's anticipation of
what was to come. Mandy then leaned over her older brother
and took him into her mouth, working the shaft with her
hand and bobbing her head over his protruding cock head.

	Again, the flat-chested girl pushed her chest and
absent breasts with one hand, while her other worked her
brother's cock to full stiffness. He must be a heavy 
sleeper, Ian thought to himself, watching the younger 
sister work the boy's cock like a paid prostitute.

	After a few minutes, Mandy straddled her virile
brother, guiding his erect teen cock inside of her, 
and grinding her ass and pussy into him just as she had
done with Ian on the massage table a few minutes earlier.
Ian watched in amazement as this little fuck machine 
went at it, this time using her sleeping brother as her
personal sex toy.

	He had not noticed Pete glide up beside him.
"She's amazing, isn't she?" Pete said. Startled slightly,
Ian looked at the strapping younger man, and after a moment
smiled. "She drains me dry every time I fuck her."

	"She's something else," Ian replied.

	"Something about red heads I just love," Pete 
continued. Then, changing the subject, he said, "So, let me
show you what goes on here in the bunkbeds."

	Intrigued, Ian turned away from the horny little
red-head girl riding her brother's cock for a moment.

	"Here, the kids get knocked out. Rufies or whatever
is around. Then you have your way with them. It's the 
adult's pleasure palace here," Pete explained.

	Ian wore a look of confusion. He didn't think that
was allowed at the party, given what he had seen earlier,
how the kids had to get the wristbands and they had to 
be sized - girls and boys - on the dildo at the entrance.

	"Here, the normal rules don't apply," Pete further
explained. "We let loose here. Jeff and Toni know about
it, and sometimes they join in, but it's away from the
others in the group. Only the ones who like to play can
get invited."

	Pete had Ian's attention now. It was then that he 
noticed the other bunk bed had two sleeping forms 
lying on it, one on the top and one on the bottom. On the top
was a slender girl, he thought maybe the six year old that
Pete was giving a blowjob to in the kiddie pool earlier that
morning - though he couldn't see her face for the hair, and
didn't know for sure.

	On the lower bunk was another girl, a brown-skinned
South Asian girl, who was about five. It was Darshana, the
girl who had given him a surprise blowjob - though not to a
release - after he had left the changeroom that morning.

	Both girls were sleeping heavily, not stirring at 
all, on top of the covers on the beds. Darshana was on her
back, one leg skewed out to the side, her head rolled over.

	"Watch," Pete said, picking up a small bottle of 
lubricant from the bedside table that sat between the bunks.
He squirted some into his hands, and placed the bottle back
down. He applied the lube to his cock, tugging it in one hand
to try to generate some life back into it. His oiled, taut
muscled glistened as he stroked himself to stiffness.
	
	Then, he spread Darshana's skinny brown legs apart,
and carefully ducked under the top bunk, sitting on his knees
before the little girl on the lower bunk bed. He stroked
his cock more with one hand, and reached for the lubrication
bottle again. With a squirt, he shot a stream of the scented
sex lube onto the unconscious girl's bald mound. She did not
stir at all.

	Then, Pete leaned forward to take the pillow out from
under her head carefully, and with one hand under her ass,
lifted her up off the bed and slid the pillow underneath,
raising her hips higher. He then moved himself forward until
his slick, lubed cock was pressed against the girl's bare
folds, now coated in a thick layer of lubricant as well.

	With little effort, the man's thick meat slide an 
inch or two into the little girl's pussy hole. He slid his
hips forward a bit more and released a sigh, and Darshana 
didn't move or wake. He no doubt was filling her hole to
capacity now, the young girl would have had only a tiny
vagina and he had about half his shaft into her. Pete began
to pump his cock into and out of her a little, never moving
more than an inch or two in or out. The man hulked over the
tiny girl, filling her bare, slick slit with his meat, 
pumping faster, and faster. It was not long before Pete 
could hold off no longer, and he pulled himself back a little,
so that the tip of his cock was just pressed between the 
puffy flesh of the girl's cunt lips. Pete groaned as he 
released himself, a puddle of cream seeping out of her and
on top of his cock head, still pressing against the 
girl's cunt lips. The puddle grew and ran down onto the 
bed underneath the girl, her entire crotch soaked in white
semen. After a few panting breaths, Pete turned to his
audience, Ian, and said, "Enjoy!"

	Pete climbed off the girl, and left. Ian thought for
a moment to climb up to the top bunk and pleasure himself 
with the knocked out blond kindergarten girl there, but then
he decided he would try little Darshana here, who was 
already lubed - twice - and no doubt stretched a little bit
from Pete's impressive girth.

	So, Ian climbed aboard the bed, bumping his head in 
the process, but focusing back on the splayed young brown
girl beneath him. Pete's cream continued to ooze out of her
honey hole, looking bright white against the girl's coffee
colored skin. Though her lips had closed back up, she 
should be well stretched - at least enough for Ian's cock
head, and maybe some of his shaft.

	Slowly, he stroked his manhood to get himself hard,
and diligently put on some lube as well. When he was ready,
he shifted his hips between the five year old's thighs, and
steadied his cock against her soaked cleft mound. Pushing 
the head of his cock between her frosted flesh, he felt it
easily pop inside of her part way, shooting a wave of 
sensation up his back as the little girl's cunny squeezed
the head of his cock. He pushed more, and the head vanished
inside her hole. The pressure from the little girl's small
hole was intense. Without a doubt, if he was not careful 
he could seriously injure the innocent thing.

	But he pressed on, penetrating her ever so slightly 
more, then a little more, each time he moved deeper inside
her he felt crashing waves of pleasure.

	His bulbuous swollen cock head pushed against her
tiny, hard cervix. No doubt if she were awake she would be
screaming with considerable discomfort, but apparently
whatever she had been dosed with kept her sleeping soundly.

	He looked down at where his cock was part way into 
the girl, the contrast of his paler flesh against the dark
coffee color of her puffed, swollen sex mound.

	He slowly pulled back slightly then pushed in 
again, fucking the young girl as she slept, but being 
careful to make sure that he neither went too far in, nor
pulled all the way out. He increased the pace slightly,
pushing in and drawing back, in and out, only ever moving 
his cock about an inch at a time. The intense feeling
quickly bubbled deep inside him, and he flowed over the
levy with a crashing, squirting, bucking orgasm, pressing
as much as he thought he could of his shaft into the 
small girl's freshly sullied pink hole.

	Each throbbing jet of semen spitting from the 
head of his cock felt like a heroin high, the cream 
quickly flowing from the young girl's sex and onto his
cock. He held himself in her for one last, final, thrilling
push as the last gulps of jizz emptied from him into her.

	With a loud, crashing moan, he withdrew and sat back
on the bunkbed, nearly bumping his head again on the top 
bunk, glancing at the girl's fuck hole oozing with his and 
Pete's cream slowly flowing out of her and onto the pillow
and bed cover, puddling underneath. Though his cock was
spent, he was on a whim inspired to lean over and insert a
finger into her, twisting and pushing it in, feeling around
her warm, cum-soaked tunnel, as far as he could reach inside.

	After a moment, he leaned all the way over and with
not a hesitant thought, wrapped his mouth around the girl's 
cum-covered pussy mound and began to suck lick the warm 
skin, flicking her nubile button with his tongue, then sliding
it in and out of her small hole. Darshana was getting her
plumbing cleaned out by his mouth moments after he and Pete
had just shot wads of baby-making cream into the slight,
pretty girl, slumbering nude and unaware on the bed.

	Ian completed his task, having licked the frothy 
cream from the girl's vulva and out of her cunny, then got up 
from the bunkbed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

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