The following material is for adults only. It depicts acts of Pedophilia. It is a work of adult sexual fantasy. It's not meant to depict anyone real, either alive or dead. And is and always will be a figment of the author’s imagination.
Amy hummed to herself, as she skipped past the swings in the park, on the way home from school, she was looking forward to meeting the fat man again, especially as he had promised to give her £80.
She waited patiently for the fat man for over an hour, by the entrance to the gent’s toilets, wearing her smart blue school uniform, she had in the first half hour, made £30 for sucking an old man’s wrinkly cock, while he played with her pussy.
She was amazed, that the old man could easily get three, of his gnarled thin fingers inside her pussy, without hurting her, his finger tips hooked something inside her pussy, making her squeal and orgasm for the first time, he had made her so excited, that she had sucked and sucked on his old cock, making him cum for the first time in years.
She smiled as the fat man approached her, “Ready” he’d asked, she nodded, as he led her around the back of the toilet block, and pressed £80 into the palm of her hand, and knelt down on the grass.
Amy stood in front of him and smiled, as his hand slid up the inside of her legs and below her skirt, she shuffled her feet, as his fingers reached up and stroked her bald pussy mound; she had already removed her panties.
The fat man’s thick middle fingertip easily dipped inside her already wet and excited pussy. She shuffled again, opening her legs wider and raised her pleated school skirt; his index finger easily joined its companion, and began probing her insides.
His other hand grabbed for her bottom, his large hand cupped both cheeks at once. He pulled her towards him and began smothering her smooth pussy mound in kisses. She squealed as the fat man’s fingers found the exact same spot, as the old man’s did earlier.
Amy’s legs buckled underneath her, as she held onto his shoulders, as her second orgasm of the day overwhelmed her; she knelt on the grass before him, gasping for breath, as the strange new feelings washed over and enveloped her pre-teen body.
She stared wide-eyed and chest heaving, as his hand retreated from under her pleated skirt; his fingers glistened, dripping wet with her creamy fluid.
He stood up and undid his trousers, she stared at his ramrod-hard fat cock, as he knelt back down and she reached out to grab it.
He held her by the wrists, “Lie down, Amy” he told her.
She made to lie down on her back, “No, like before, on your front,” he told her it should be easier this time, she lay flat on the grass with her face resting on the back of her hands, his knees shuffled between her legs, she opened them wider, she felt his weight bearing down on her back, and his hard cock poked down between her arse cheeks.
He lifted up off of her back, and his cock pushed hard against her pussy, she raised her bottom a little higher, and his cock’s shaft spread her thin lips apart, he rocked backwards and forwards above her, his fat shaft began furrowing between her thin pussy lips.
Amy pushed her bottom up higher, to meet his cock head as it prodded her hole. She felt his stomach move down her bottom, and suddenly his cock head wedged between her majora, her pussy was still so tight, compared to the width of his cock.
Amy began hunching her bottom; she pushed back, hard, against the bulbous head wedged tightly against her small opening, her thin pussy lips spread wider. He began hunching against her; the head popped in just past the crown of her minora.
The fat man fucked the mouth of her pussy, popping in and out of her minora with small gentle strokes for a few minutes, and when Amy began hunching back matching his rhythm, his cock started going deeper and deeper with each stroke.
Amy moaned, groaned, squealed, and squirmed underneath him, as his thick cock dug deeper with each stroke, stretching the walls of her vagina, and eventually crashed into her cervix.
He sped up his rhythm, Amy’s vaginal walls spasmd as his rhythm increased, she tried in vain to match his tempo, his cock head rubbed hard against her cervix.
She felt his ram rod hard cock stiffen, he pulled it backwards until it plopped out of her majora, and she thought he was going to spurt his cum across her back.
The fat man didn’t, he pushed his cock straight back in, hard, and within seconds she felt its head spurt his semen against her cervix, his fat cock jumped and throbbed inside her.
He had never cum that hard before; Amy had 3 more orgasms, while he continued fucking her pussy, before he finally went limp and slid out of her.
The fat man stood above her wiping his spent cock with a hanky “You OK, Amy?” She lay panting for breath as she came back down to earth; she stared up at him, all she kept saying was “WOW, Oh Wow”
The fat man helped her to her feet and told her, “You had better tidy yourself up before going home.” She leant against the exterior wall of the toilet block, her breathing was still erratic, butterflies fluttered within her stomach, and her legs felt like jelly, barely able to hold her weight.
The fat man had walked away from her, saying that she had given him a good time, and he’d see her again in a few days, Amy managed to make it into the gent’s toilets to clean herself up.
She stared, shocked, at her reflection in the mirror, her face, her nose and lips were smeared and covered, with the grass and soil she had bitten into, when the 4th and 5thorgasms swept through her nubile body.
She stared at the dark green grass stains on her white school blouse, her dirty hands and fingernails, pitted with mud, she stared down at her green grass scuffed knees, how on earth was she going to explain this to her mother.
A cloth capped old man shuffled into the toilets behind her, shocked and taken aback by her presence; he’d asked if she was OK, and she nodded. He stared at her, and looked her up and down, and asked if she’d had a bit of a bad time of it.
Amy didn’t understand what he meant, but nodded, saying “Yes,” thinking it must be something to do with her disheveled appearance and the state she was in. He’d asked if he could be of service to her, and not understanding she replied, “I can’t. I’m too sore and tired.”
The old man stared at her bemused; he asked if she was a friend of George, he described the old man she had met earlier, she smiled, and nodded, and he asked her if she needed any help.
The cloth capped old man escorted her home, and explained to her parents, that she had been harassed and tripped over, by a small group of unruly young boys and that he had come to the fair young maidens rescue, and chased them off.
Amy had showered and changed, while her parents lavished tea and biscuits on the old man. After her parents had finished entertaining him, she agreed to walk him home, through the park of course.
The old man had insisted on putting his arm around her waist, as they slowly strolled, at his pace, towards the old impressive building at the rear of the park, while his hand stroked her tracksuit-clad bottom.
Amy had never realized before, but the LAWNS CARE HOME for elderly ex-servicemen’s grounds backed onto, and were part of, the park. That’s why there were so many old gentlemen in the park.
They walked up to the large ornate gates, and he turned and kissed her on the forehead, “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then, for a free one, I hope.” Amy stared in disbelief at the cloth-capped old man, as he leered a toothless grin at her. There was nothing she could say.
She had to show her gratitude for the blatant lies he had told her parents on her behalf. She agreed to meet him after school tomorrow.
Amy thought about it. There were a lot of old men hanging around in the park, especially on the weekends, and she supposed during the week as well. She had eagerly agreed a fixed sum of £30 per person when he said he would have a word with a few of his comrades.
She already knew that old men were time-consuming, but she was curious to know how long they could last out, and anyway she thought. Old men needed sex too; after all, they were still men, weren’t they?
The next day Amy went straight home from school, and presented the France Disney world consent form, to her mother to sign, her mother stared at the form, “We can’t afford that Amy, you know you're Daddy’s out of work at the moment, maybe next time, hmm?”
The trouble was her Daddy was constantly out of work. Amy placed £200 on top of the form; her mother just stared at the small pile of carefully folded notes, and Amy began explaining that the rest was paid by the local education authority.
Her mother had asked how Clive was, Amy had replied, “Who?”
Her mother had said, “Your knight in shining cloth-cap” and giggled. Amy suddenly realized what she was getting at, and replied, “I don’t ask them their names.”
Her mother stared at her quizzically and signed the form. Amy neatly folded the form and placed it and the money in the adjoining envelope. “I might have a pop down and thank Clive, after I’ve got changed and had tea,” she said.
Amy leant against the exterior toilet wall, wearing a short skirt and tee shirt, daydreaming about the last few days. She had realized that different men wanted to do different things to her.
Clive, pushed a really ancient-looking old man towards her in a wheelchair. Another older man followed with a walking frame. She smiled as they neared her and Amy stepped out from the side of the toilets and greeted them in turn.
The real ancient old man in the wheelchair wanted to go last in privacy, but wanted to watch the other two first. Amy agreed, but she would have to charge him more. He agreed to £40.
Cloth-capped Clive leant against the external wall at the rear of the building. Amy knelt down in front of him and undid his trousers. She let them fall around his ankles, and reached into the fly of his Y fronts for his cock.
She was having a slight problem in locating it, when Clive suddenly pushed his Y fronts down his skinny old blue-veined legs; Amy cupped his saggy ball sack with one hand, and stroked his thin cock between her thumb, index, and middle fingertips.
Amy shuffled closer on her knees, a lot closer; she flicked her tongue out at his pinky white cock head, and sucked it into her mouth in one go, her nose nestled within his sparse grey wiry pubes, she spat the loose ones out of her mouth.
Clive had cum in her mouth within five minutes, for which she was thankful; at least it was an easy free one.
The old man with the walking frame, who wouldn’t tell her his name, leant against the wall for support.
She smiled up at him, as he dropped his trousers, and thrust his semi hard long skinny cock towards her mouth, she lifted and sucked it in her mouth, the old man reached out for her head, Amy shuffled forward, and the old man gently caressed her hair, with his eyes closed.
She was ever so surprised when the old man, began forcing his long thin cock, down her throat, she allowed him to throat fuck her, the old man moaned above her, calling out Ruby, as he came in her throat.
Amy supped from the can of coke she had brought with her, while the old man fished in a tartan purse, with shaking hands. He paid her and thanked her ever so much, telling her she was doing a wonderful service to mankind.
Clive escorted the old man away from her in tears, and told her, that the man had been an army chaplain.
The ancient-looking wheelchair man smiled down at her. “Come here, me little darling.” She stood over him and stared down, amazed, his trousers were already undone, and his little fat cock was already hard, he maneuvered Amy and pulled her backwards, as if to sit her on his lap.
His legs were wide open, she lifted her short skirt up at the back, and lowered herself down onto his lap, she shuffled her bottom, allowing his fat cock to squeeze between her thin lips, and into her pussy.
Amy rocked backwards and forwards, easily fucking his little fat cock, as he rubbed her flat chest under her tee shirt, it took no more than 10 minutes, before she made him cum; he had paid her, and asked if she would be available tomorrow evening.
She smiled and said “Yes”, he waved tally-ho, and jubilantly wheeled his way back towards the home. A young man smiled at her from within the toilet doorway. “Are you busy?” he’d asked as he fondled his cock drooping out of his fly.
Amy stared at it, knowing its size wouldn’t be a problem, and motioned for him to follow her around the back of the building. He followed and chatted. She had agreed to his interesting proposal and the price, he had agreed to pay her before she started.
The young man completely removed his trousers, and lay down on the grass, Amy stepped over his torso, planting her feet either side of him, he held her knees as she crouched down, he reached under her and held his hard cock, pointing it straight up at her pussy.
She lifted her short skirt up, and stared between her thighs, she crouched further down, and his cock head entered the mouth of her pussy. She waited patiently as the young man adjusted himself.
“Now” he shouted, and Amy dropped straight down, taking his cock inside her pussy in one go. The young man gasped underneath her as his hand reached around to her bottom. She grimaced as he pushed a finger into her virgin arsehole and bucked up at her pussy.
She found she could easily rock to and fro against his midriff, with the whole of his cock buried within her, she was ready and willing to try any new experiences, she wasn’t sure about his finger wedged in her bottom though. It wasn’t as if it was doing anything for her.
10 minutes later, the young man suddenly pushed her off and rolled her onto her front. She was amazed how easily he pushed his cock into her arsehole and shunted her bottom like a steam train, and it hadn’t hurt at all.
He rhythmically fucked her bottom for another 10 minutes before cumming up her bottom. He slid off of her and lay at her side, panting for breath and smiling back at her. “You're the best” he’d said.
Amy counted the day’s takings, 40-30-50, £120, as she walked slowly home. As she entered her house, her mother smiled at her, “I hope you’ve done your homework, young lady?” Amy smiled back and told her she had. “That’s good; you don’t want to neglect your education.”
Amy smiled back at her shaking her head, and thought to herself. She was getting a better education down at the park. She went up to her bedroom and closed and locked the door and lay on her bed.
She thought about the old men from the home and how eager they had been. She was surprised at their virility, especially the ancient man in the wheelchair.
She secreted the notes, and as she bent over, she realized her bottom was a little sore, a thought suddenly came into her head, about the fat man, she hoped he never wanted to try and fuck her arse with his big fat cock; she would be in real trouble then.
She thought about the two young men, who had started her of along this lucrative path, and taught her how to wank them off. They were so shocked when she asked if they wanted her to take her panties off, and they didn’t want to touch her either.
The man who had said, she did well to take his cock down her throat for her first time, and said she would make a good cocksucker; he didn’t touch her either.
The first time with the fat man, when she first realized that some men had bigger cocks than others, and some were jaw-achingly fatter. He had roughly pushed his finger into her virgin pussy, and then tried to fuck her.
Then there was the thin, wiry old man, who had made her cum like nothing else before, and who was so gentle and kind. She quite liked him, and he was becoming her best customer. He had said she could make herself a tidy fortune on pension days, if she looked after the old fellows.
It was the morning of the trip to Disneyland France, the smarmy-looking coach driver winked at her as he packed her roll-a-long suitcase away. Her French teacher gave her her seat number, and Amy climbed aboard the coach.
She sat in her allocated seat, and stared out of the window towards the park, in the distance she could see Clive pushing the ancient wheelchair man.
George, her favorite and best customer, was slowly following with some of the other residents, who had, early that very morning, contributed to her spending money. A prefect sat down beside her. “Hi, I’m Allan” She smiled back at him and shook his hand in greeting.
“Amy” she replied, as she stared at his overly long fat fingers, she squirmed in her seat. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she had just peed in her panties.
The coach suddenly lurched forward and began to speed up, Allan placed a travel blanket over both their knees, and Amy stared out of the window, at her old comrades as they waved her off. She waved back as the coach passed them.
Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and streamed down her cheeks, “Are you OK, Amy?” Allan asked sympathetically. He cuddled her to him, and kissed her on the forehead.
Her hands slipped below the travel blanket and rested in his lap, stroking at his youthful hardening cock, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other slipped under the blanked, his hand slid up her thighs and below her skirt, his strong fingers pulled at the panty elastic and delved inside.
He smiled sweetly at her “You OK now, Amy?” she nodded back at him, as she unzipped his fly. Amy lifted her bottom, as he slid her panties down her legs, “I think you’ve had a little accident,” he explained.
She replied, “only when I’m excited.”
He slipped her panties off and stuffed them in his blazer pocket, his hand slid straight back up, between her thighs, Amy pushed her hand inside his trousers, and grasped his smooth growing cock. She opened her legs wide and gasped as Allan stuffed his thick thumb in her pussy and his long middle finger up her arsehole.
This was going to be a memorable trip, she thought.
The End