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   Park Bench Part One
   I was far too old for climbing trees of course but I loved this old
bushy chestnut tree, had been climbing it since I was kid and it was easy
to climb.  Once you were up it no-one could see you and there was a damn
good view over the nearby school and in particular the girls playing field
changing room.  This park overlooked the school.
   At the bottom of the tree there was a bench but it wasn't fixed
properly. It was supposed to be placed facing in the opposite direction to
the playing fields but it was easy to move around and of course there was a
public toilets, bog, nearby.  Naturally, it was in one of the quieter
unfrequented parts of the park.
   So I was up there propped in a branch and the position I liked really
wasn't that high up.
   I heard a noise and looked down.  An older man had appeared and was
dragging the bench around.  Ah ha, I knew what he was up to and I reckoned
he had been in the toilets, the bogs before retiring to his country seat.
Sure enough he moved it and had it facing the school direction, well it was
that time of day.  There were shrubs some way off but shrubs with gaps in,
mind you my view was better than the old fart below had.  I watched him, he
had a bag and looking around him to check the landscape and seeing all was
clear I saw him pull out a magazine and I could easily see it as well.  It
was a good old ped mag.
   He must have been in the bogs.  The mag was all raggy and looked wet. 
That bog was famous for them, it was like a library, you could always find
something in there; people even stuck up pictures ripped out of the mags on
the cubicle walls, they stuffed whole mags behind the S-bend and I once
stood up on the seat and reached up into the old fashioned water closet
placed high on the wall and found them in and behind the cistern - hard
core full on too they were, a lot were black and white, Scandinavian and or
east euro usually, rarely any English words in them and if there was it was
fucking awful English like "she makes it pure and pacific in her holes of
assure, would you, I think I can with two in, join me?" or some other old
shite - but it didn't matter did it, we knew what it meant - which was
basically anything we wanted it to mean!  And at the end of the day who
needs words, the pictures spoke a volume; I mean seven fully naked erect
middle aged men shagging something no more than 4 foot long - come on - and
a big grin on the little cuties face with spunk hanging off her - did you
need an instruction manual - fuck no.
   I heard him making sounds, I lowered my head and listened as hard as I
could.  He was rapidly turning the pages, I could see the images clearly.
He had a few problems separating some of the pages and seemed impatient and
I listened.
   "Fucking fucking fucking, little girls, oooo, yeah, fucking hell, I
would, I'd do her, do her now, ooooo yeah, fuck yeah, look at that, little
tart, 8, 9 maybe 10, cant be no more than that, cant be, yeah oh, fucking
pages, that's it, better be another, that one shows the bloke about to
screw her hairless minge, come on fucking page, oh yeah, look at him, he's
in her, god wish it were me, I would, fuck fuck fuck, wish I could get into
these mags, wonder how, oh god look at her, she looks no more than 6,
that's a big fucking cock the little darlings taken in her mouth, that's my
fucking spunk in her, isn't it, yeah it fucking is, fucking should
be........................."
   And it was a hard core, very hard core.  He carried on but I noticed he
stopped turning and looking and concentrated on making all the pages open,
prising the sticky ones apart, my god, he was a fucking artist.  Then, when
he was satisfied he could place the mag on his knee and open each page with
one hand, I saw him unzip himself and out it came - monster cock - all 4
inches of floppy old man dick - good on him - I'm all for the pensioners.
   Oh shit yeah, there they were.  I had a mini pair of bird watching
binoculars with me.  The senior year were in the changing rooms and from my
vantage and through the broke upper window of the changing rooms (an old
building) which backed onto the park, I was getting little flashes.  A
number of them were obviously standing on benches drying off from the
showers and by standing up I could get a full body shot - when I say
seniors, it was an infant school, we're talking the 11's - naked little
11's, hairless tiny slits and flat or just bumpy titty lumps.  The old
fellah down below was a Semi, I was rock hard up in me tree.
   And then I bloody dropped the binoculars didn't I, nerves probably and
at the same time I hear "what the bloody.................." Time to come
clean.
   I said "sorry mate" - I was down and standing next to him now.
   "What the buggering hell were you doing up there, you could have killed
me" he said looking all put out.
   "Nice mag you got there, can I sit down" I said, that shut the old fart
up.  He had squirreled the mag away as I was getting down from me tree.
   "Shall I tell you what I was doing up in the tree with those things" I
said gently retaking my possession from him "from up there with these I can
see the 11s naked." I looked at him and he looked back with interest.
   "Can you" he said looking up in the tree "I wish I
could........................" he stopped and looked a bit unsure.
   "And those pictures in your mag, looks exactly like some of them in the
changing rooms, nice eh, fancy getting in their bogs eh instead of our bogs
here, mind you our bogs can be good for things like mags and stuff, right?"
I said.
   "You like, into it then are you" he said looking more sure of himself.
   I took his hand and put it over my crotch "what do you think I was doing
in the fucking tree, bird watching?"
   He grinned "and you could see me mag from up there could you, by you're
a right thing" he said leaving his hand there and squeezing me a bit "nice
pant load there, wish mine would still get hard like that.
   "Go on then" I said "tell me what you like then eh?"
   "Fucking hell" he said and pulled the mag back out and opened it "how
about them eh, fancy doing her do you, look at her, fucked up her arsehole,
cunt, mouth and holding a mans cock in each little hand and covered in
spunk, look at her, lok at her face and tell me she didn't enjoy it."
   "She's loving it" I said grinning back "they do, I've done loads of
them."
   "So have I" he said conspiratorially "loads but not for a while now,
cant get 'em now can I, look at me, I'm just an old worn out piece of shit,
but if I could, I would, fucking right I would."
   "They'll be coming out soon you know" I said nodding at the school and
he quickly took his hand away.
   "Aye I know" he said "don't want them thinking we're a couple of queers
do we?"
   "Nothing wrong with a bit of cock fun though eh?"
   "Well not between a couple of like minded mates" he nodded back and gave
me another quick squeeze and then withdrew " you gonna stay then a bit?"
   "Like I said, they'll be coming out passed here soon"
   "Yeah, you seen them before then eh, have you, little tarts, you seen
some of them have you, bloody hell they do it on purpose don't they? 
Pulling them skirts up higher than they should be, dropping things and then
bending over to pick them up, showing their little skimpy knickers off and
a few times not wearing any, just to tease eh?" he was getting very worked
up.
   "Of course I have, loads" I said, here you go, first waves coming.
   And a few started to straggle past along a path that ran in front of us.
Real cutesie cutes they were.
   He stared intently "fuck me.  look at them, wish I could get me bloody
hands on some.  I carry sweets you know just in case, tried a few times,
fucking they were rude.  I mean one of them bent over not more than 3 feet
in front of me and showed her skimpies, all I said was are you alright,
want a hand and she spat out a mouthful of language.  I wouldn't have
minded giving her a hand either, right up that little skirt and onto her 11
year old twat - I would have if I could have."
   "You would eh" I asked smiling.
   "I bloody would" he replied get all hot and bothered "got a step
daughter you know, never saw her after she were 16, she ran off.  Some
years later she came back here and had a daughter.  Right little tart she
is.  Visits sometimes, only wants money of course; still we've come to an
agreement, she's not mine is she, not my blood, she gets a quid to show her
knickers, two for knickers and tits, she hasn't got much but that's nice, I
like that, three quid for a feel of her cunt and puffies and for a fiver I
get all of that and a wank - its good, trouble is I'm a pensioner, once a
month if I'm lucky.
   "Nice" I said and then pointed out some more coming.
   "Wow, little teasers, hang on, look, two of them are coming in this
direction, god I hope they're going to the bogs, there's a hole in the wall
from ours into their cubicles, all of them......."
   "Is there" I said, I didn't know that.
   "Oh aye yeah, maybe I should go in now" he said looking like he was
going to move.
   "Sit tight mate, wait, girls take ages in bogs, plenty of time and they
might not be going in."
   "Aye you're right, good thinking, fucking hell, what a couple of little
slags they look, look at one on left, bloody hell, look at that skirt, you
can practically see her cunt, god I wish I could fuck that" he said.
   They were getting closer and without him noticing I made a face and a
hand gesture, they understood and came over.
   "Hello Mister" one of them said "what you doing here then, I bet we know
what?"
   Giving him a quick look I saw that the old git was transfixed then I
turned back to face them.
   "Looking at you sexy girls" I replied "want to make some money them do
you?"
   They giggled "course we do, what we gotta do for it then, wanna see our
fannies do you, dirty buggers" one of them said "we know you men look at
us, all the girls do, looking and rubbing your cocks and stuff, don't you?"
   The old git nudged me and hissed "get 'em, I'll bloody pay mate."
   "Get in the girls fucking toilets then and get into a cubicle and wait"
I told them.
   "How much then" she asked.
   I looked at the old one and he said "a fiver"
   And the girl said "each" but the old guy was stumped.
   I said "ok, he'll give five and I'll give five but you better be good
and you wont get the money unless you are."
   "Half first and then half after then" she said and the old fellah had
his five quid out practically before she said it and off they went.
   "Bloody shit" he said "how did you do that, marvelous, so shall we go
then?"
   "What's the score in there then" I asked and he explained and then we
ambled off and went into the means bog.
   end of part one
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Park Bench Part One