Author: Paul Harggus
Title: At The Waterpark
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: A man visits a waterpark and admires the sight of little
girls in bathing suits.  He endeavors to get to know a few of
them more intimately.
Keywords: Mg*, mast, ped


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Chapter 1 - When Opportunity Knocks


For years we had always talked about it.  The water park was so
much fun as a kid, why not check it out now that we had cars, and
jobs, and responsibilities.  I think I was about to start my
Junior year of High School the last time I went.  Actually, I
could tell you the exact date - August 14, 2003.  The day of the
Northeast Blackout.  It sucked to have the park shut down and go
back to our un-air conditioned homes.  Seven years later, me and
my friends were cruising down the 495 hoping to get back a little
piece of our childhood.
	
Even after all that time, everything felt so familiar: The sights
and sounds of rushing water cascading down the slides, the hard,
warm, pebbled concrete beneath our bare feet, and the general
hustle and bustle of the ultimate pursuit of recreation. As soon
as we got in, we immediately began planning our route for hitting
as much of the big rides we could before the lines got too
unwieldy.
	
There was another source of enjoyment for me that I hadn't even
considered.  Young girls...ah, who am I kidding - kids.  Kids in
bikinis and bathing suits.  Packs of preteen girls with hardly a
scrap of clothing anywhere from their fresh, young faces, and the
lightly bronzed glow of their dried, wet bodies and soft bellies,
down past their smooth, hairless legs.  Even the youngest kids
looked sexy as their one-piece suit clung deliciously to their
tiny tummies, shivering as their wet hair fell over their
shoulders looking for all the world to see like they just got out
of the bath.
	
My friends complained about the wait for the rides, but this was
by far the best part.  To be standing inches away from smiling,
gorgeous, girls as they laughed and played together.  Staring
fixedly at their cute, little butts as they hugged each other.  I
knew I had to touch them.  The best I could do was to crowd in as
close as possible.  So close I could see each goosebump on their
perfect skin.  And their skin was perfect.  I could feel the mild
heat while I watched it sink rhythmically into their lower backs
as they breathed.  I positioned myself and watched closely for
any opportunity where I could pass off contact as incidental.
The lightest touch of their luscious thighs against my trembling
fingertips had me completely defenseless.  It was maddening.  I
wanted to kiss them.  I wanted to just snatch one of them up,
tear off their bathing suits and bury my hands and face into
every delicious inch of their small, supple bodies.  My friends
laughed at me for constantly zoning out, but I didn't care.  I
didn't even care if somebody noticed what I was up to.  My
friends were trying to catch discrete glances of hot chicks with
huge tits, and I was openly ogling children with flat, petit
chests.  I would try to catch their attention, wink and smile as
I touched myself and pretended they were mine.
	
On one ride, they called out to the people on line that they
needed a single person to go ahead and ride with someone.  Since
I was the odd man out in my group, I volunteered and made my way
through the horde of people.  When I got up to where I needed to
be, I found there was a girl about 8 years old waiting to be my
partner.  I know, I know -- it sounds too good to be true.  She
was a young, skinny treat with creamy, pale skin.  Her wispy
blond hair was draped over her ears as it fell around the sides
of her cheeks.  She had a full, lively face with expressive and
beautifully blue eyes.   Her name was Jenna.  She was the kind of
happy, peppy, adorable kid always looking for an adventure.  She
looked up at the mammoth slide in the distance with eager
anticipation.
	
I was too nervous to say anything to her.  All I could do was
stare lovingly at her in her black bikini as beads of water
streamed down her back.  Every so often she would look back at me
as I was unmistakably looking at her body.  She didn't get scared
or upset, she just met my eyes and shot me a warm, pure smile.
It wasn't a sexual thing - not for her at least.  It was more a
response to her knowing that she somehow brightened my day.  She
knew how good it was to feel unbridled joy, and she was glad that
the two of us could share that feeling together.
She was so sweet.  I wanted to hold her hand, grasping it softly
as I gently stroked her palm.  She could take my arm and throw it
over her shoulder so I could hug her close as I smelled and
kissed her hair.  Bringing my head down, I'd lightly nibble her
neck and shoulders while I rub and feel her tight, silky body.
She'd giggle and squirm as I explore her -- feeling, licking,
sucking, tasting her girlishness.  I'd work my way down her hips
and slowly pull down the bottom of her bathing suit, caressing
her thighs and legs as I go, and then holding her ass firmly.

Her ass would be trim, round, and soft.  My fingers would sink
into her fleshy bottom as she's kissing and sucking my chest.
Her hands are traveling down towards my bathing suit.  She undoes
the drawstring and removes my suit.  Looking at my hard cock,
those beautifully blue eyes of hers are filled with the same
eagerness she used to have for some silly waterslide.  She
reaches for it, but I grab her arm and tell her to wait.
I reach behind her and remove her top.  It falls to the ground,
and I look hungrily at her naked body for the first time.  She
has the barest beginnings of what will one day be tits, and
small, erect nipples with tiny light brown areola. I'm gazing
longingly at this lovely angel when I look up and we lock eyes.
That's when she hits me with that smile of hers - Jenna's smile.
My jaw goes slack and Jenna jumps up, locks her legs around my
chest, grabs my shoulders and starts kissing me passionately.
Jenna's kiss is melty and fresh.  Her candy taste washes over me
as she works her tongue over the roof of my mouth while I lick
her teeth and drink her yummy, milky spit.  I close my eyes and
feed off her desire as we pore over each other, loving more and
more with every passing moment as we allow each other deeper and
more intimate access.  I slide and roll my tongue throughout her
mouth, wetting her juicy, kissable lips as she puckers and
suckles.  She needs me.  I need her too.  She grabs the back of
my head forcing me always closer to her fruity kisses.
I feel her slamming her pelvis against me as I look down to see
her pretty, pink pussy grinding against my bare chest.  She still
looks like a little girl, even as she humps her crotch into me.
I take my right hand and clasp on to her pulsating cunt.  I feel
her youthful body heat radiating throughout her sweaty, hairless
pubic mound as I dig my thumbnail into her clit.  I see her eyes
lose focus as my kneading motion fills her with ecstasy. I part
her lips and with my index and middle finger I gently scrape her
inner walls.  She takes her tiny hand and shows me how she likes
to be touched -- the way she touches herself.  Before this
moment, she could only masturbate at night.  After daddy read her
a story, after he tucked her in and kissed her good night, she
would reach under her shirt and take off her little, white,
panties.  She'd lift up her shirt and start rubbing her right
palm vertically over her pussy.  Slowly at first, but building in
speed and intensity as she leaves her inhibitions behind her to
concentrate on making herself feel good.  Really good.  She
starts to dip a finger into herself on the downstroke, letting it
linger as it encircles her inner lips.  She closes her eyes and
her mouth parts slightly.  She's savoring the sensation and
anticipating what's still to come.  The pace quickens.  Before
long she's thrusting two of her little fingers deeply and
furiously in and out.  She spits on her left index finger and
works her clitoris, the wet, slick digit flicking and pounding as
her entire body is writhing and quivering.  She wants to scream,
but mommy and daddy are in the next room.  She's forced to shout
soundlessly as she builds towards orgasm, biting her fist as she
cums.  She quickly grabs the box of tissues and dabs her sticky
body, sopping up any of her juices before they can stain the
sheets.  When it's all cleaned up, she checks to make sure
nobody's in the hall before she runs to the bathroom and flushes
away the evidence.

But this, me and her, this is so much better.  My thick, strong
fingers probe further inside her.  I can reach places she's never
been before.  Sensitive places.  Her body convulses as with a
single hand I rock her clit rhythmically and in perfect concert
with the fingers buried knuckle deep inside her.  It became
harder and harder to hold her, and so as my hand remained
entangled in my precious Jenna, I lay her down on the ground
giving her more freedom to buck and shake.  With my free hand, I
pin her down by the navel.  My wrist snuggles into her pillowy
belly.  Her body struggles against my firm hold as I bring my
head down and suck her nipple hard.  The taste of sweat and sex
trickles down my throat as I bite, flick and press her teeny nips
with my tongue.  She starts to breathe heavily.  I love hearing
and feeling her body's reaction to my love. I lay my head down on
her chest so that it's softly nuzzling her neck and chin.  I
start massaging her body, stroking her from her hips to her
shoulder, as I feel my caring touch both sooth and intensify her
lust.  She starts softly moaning.  It's okay, Jenna.  You can be
as loud as you want.  I reach up to touch her face.  Her soft,
pretty cheeks.  Her small, rosy nose like a little jelly bean
lightly grasped in my fingers.  I gently caress her earlobes as
her moans shift from low, bassy grunts to sweet, lilting cries of
delight.  I love being with her.  I love making her feel good.  I
look into her eyes, and all I care about is her happiness.  I
need to make her cum.  I  bring my lips to her cheek and kiss
them softly.  I move down, suckling and sweetly kissing every
crevice of her perky body.  I lick her velvety skin as I make my
way down to her narrow hips.  She's juicy and lovely, delicious,
vibrant and beautiful.  I take my hand out from her cozy cunt,
much to her chagrin.  I stroke her hair and assure her that
everything will be alright.  She smiles at me and we share a
quick, tasty kiss.  I spread her thighs apart and bring my face
to her snatch.

The first thing I do is simply inhale deep.  She smells like
sweet cinnamon.  I had gotten her slightly wet but her tight,
child's body made it hard to penetrate very far. I grab her under
the arms and pull her closer.  I spit and moisten her insides as
I tongue her cute, young slit.  There's nothing better then the
rich, caramel taste of her virgin pussy.   I drink every bit of
her tangy, minty flavor as my lips and teeth sink into her
tender, spongy flesh.  I'm deep inside her.  My tongue can feel
the resistance of her hymen as it laps up my little girl.  I can
hear her pant and scream as her body jerks.  She's close.  I can
feel her pussy clench down on my face.  I'm gonna make her cum.
I take my middle and index fingers and gently put them into her
mouth.  She licks and coats them in her warm, wet saliva.  I
reach my hand under her and touch and feel her baby smooth ass.
It's hot and sweaty as I part her cheeks and finger fuck her
asshole with my slippery fingers.  Fast and deep into her tight
cherry.  Her shouts of pleasure ring out as she's double
penetrated.  She needs to cum.  Tears are streaming down her red
face as she begs me to tongue her harder.  Faster.  Deeper.  She
pushes my head down, drilling it into her cunt as I nibble and
dart my tongue furiously.  She spreads her legs further apart,
slamming down on my fingers and intensifying the feeling of them
stretching her asshole.  It's painful but liberating.  She wants
every part of her body touched.  Fondled.  She takes her nipples
in her fingers and squeezes as tightly as she can.  She's crying
in agony.  She looks into my eyes, pleading for me to bring her
to orgasm.  Her tortured body needs to cum.  I take her tiny
clit, pinch and twist until at last, her body tightens as she
creams all over my face.  Her cum is thick, gooey, and
deliciously tart.  It comes in waves, coating me in her sweet
milk and sending tremors throughout her body as I slurp up the
last few drops.  I look up at her sweet face in the afterglow of
her screaming orgasm.  She's bubbly and dreamy.  She sees my face
soaked in her juices, giggling as she smiles and beckons me
closer.  I lay on top of her as I kiss her pretty mouth.  She's
drinking and tasting her own cum as it drips down her throat,
feeling it splash as it runs down her face and body.  She doesn't
care.  She wants to show me how happy she made me.  How much she
loves me.

She breaks free from our kiss with a wicked grin.  She tells me
to stand up, so I kiss her sticky cheek and roll off of her.  As
I rise to my feet, Jenna gets on her knees.  I smile at her as
she wraps her hand around my cock.  She slowly strokes it with
her dry hand, and I cringe slightly.  She brings her hand to her
leaking, drippy cunt and wets her fingers with her sweet cum.
Now it slides smoothly as she rubs me from the base to the head.
Her moist hand is pearly white and so adorably small.  It feels
so good rolling over every bit of my shaft as it grows inside her
soft palm.  As it hardens, Jenna's hand moves faster and faster
over my penis.  It gets to the point where she needs to stop
before it's too late, and so I tap her on the head.  She looks up
questioningly, and I nod.  She lightly holds my stiff cock with
both hands and starts kissing the head.  Light, puckery kisses as
her mouth moves down my shaft.  Her lips begin to linger longer
as she breathes warmly on my skin, suckles with gentle pressure,
and dabs lightly with her tongue.  I run my fingers through her
hair, caress her cheek as she pleasures me.  She starts licking
my dick, rolling her tongue around and savoring the taste of her
creamy cum.  She flicks the tip of my head and it twitches.  We
look into each other's eyes, and she flashes her smile at me once
more.  I really do love her smile.  She brings my penis to her
mouth and envelops it in her soft lips.  I bask in the feel of
her warm, wet tongue moving slickly and her lips sealed firmly
around my shaft as each inch moves slowly down her throat.  Her
baby teeth very lightly scrape the top of my shaft.  As she
forces it deeper down her gullet, she starts to gag.  She looks
nervously up at me.  She looks so cute with her puppy dog eyes
and my dick in her mouth.  I just smile, kiss her delicately on
the forehead, and rub her neck.  I love you Jenna, nothing can
change that.  She steels herself and resumes blowing me.  My wet
dick is snug inside the mouth of this beautiful child.  As she
takes more and more, she readies herself to retch.  She's
grabbing my ass for leverage, pushing me into her as she fights
past the gag reflex.  Bracing for the worst, she's happy to find
her chin against my ball bag.  Her eyes light up as I take her
hand in mine and squeeze.  I'm proud of her.  She starts bobbing
her head on my dick.  On the upstroke, she's slow and deliberate.
She takes loving care of each inch as she licks and sucks.  On
the downstroke, she slams my cock down her throat.  I have my
hands gripping the back of her head.  I'm not actually forcing
her forward, but I could if I wanted to.  I'm not gonna last much
longer.  The sight of her blond head so amorously working.  She
loves my dick.  She picks up the pace, jerking and twisting with
her hands.  She wants me to cum.  It's time.  I tap her head.
She takes my dick out of her mouth with a wet plop.  She closes
her eyes and jerks me off until I shoot loads of cum on her
pretty, young face.  She doesn't stop shaking until she is
drenched in my cum, it's encrusted in her hair and it dribbles
down her chin and onto her feet.  She smiles at me as she stands
up.  I scrape off as much cum as I can from her face and body.  I
pool it into my hands and she laps it up like a kitty cat.  When
she's done drinking my cum, we kiss and embrace.  We just hold
and comfort each other in loving arms.

And then we go on the waterslide.  Only this last part happened,
obviously.  For the rest of the day I wondered if there was
something I could have done differently.  Okay, maybe I wouldn't
be cumming on any 8-year-olds in the middle of a crowd.  But why
not at least flirt with her?  Maybe hold her hand on some
pretext.  Before long, I was half convinced I had blown the
chance of a lifetime.  That's when I made a promise to myself: I
would come back to this water park, and I would do things right.

Chapter 2 – Happy Birthday, Sara

It was another couple of weeks before I found the time to head
back to the park.  I invested in a small camera that would be
perfect for taking secret photos and videos of all the cute
little girls.  If I saw anyone that caught my interest, I
followed them around.  In my mind, I knew them all personally. 
We were just spending the day together at the waterpark.  I hit
the mother lode when I came across the adorable Sara, a sprightly
brunette, celebrating her eleventh birthday with three of her
delectable friends.  I watched and learned their names as they
stood on line playing clapping games and having fun.

Kelly had short blond hair and pretty green eyes.  Whenever she
laughed, I would watch her button nose wrinkle and dimples form
in her blushing cheeks.  I was transfixed on her red bikini
bottom as it betrayed a faint outline of her lovely pussy. 
Christina had striking amber eyes that were complemented by a
pink bikini worn loosely over her peach skin.  She had long,
gorgeous black hair that smelled like licorice.  Jenny was the
bossy one of the group.  She seemed to always have her arms and
hands, with their sparkly pink fingernails, crossed over her
tight, buttery stomach.  Her light, brown hair framed a beautiful
face with baby blue eyes and pouty lips.  She had the most
developed chest, which she was constantly rubbing and scratching
absent-mindedly, that still amounted to no more then light
swells.  Still, the tiny bikini gave them a little extra help.

My personal favorite was definitely the birthday girl.  Sara was
so cute and mousy.  She liked to play physically – when she
wasn’t twirling her long, auburn hair she was touching her
friends for one reason or another.  I watched as water dripped
down her lovely mocha skin, pooling in her belly button as her
body shook with laughter.  A light shade of red lipstick lent
maturity to her smile, but this was in sharp contrast to the
little girl who held her father’s hand so tight.  Even if she
looked stunning in her green bikini.  I pressed my hands ever so
slightly on her bikini bottom, running my fingers over the wet
fabric knowing that if I wanted to, I could have her ass in the
palm of my hands.  I had to start being more aggressive.

I wrapped my arms around her stomach and fell backwards, bringing
her down on top of me.  I reveled in the snug sensation of her
wet back held firmly to my chest.  I knew I had to get up
quickly, but I couldn’t resist kissing her neck as I rose to my
feet.  I took her arms and helped her off the ground

“Are you okay?”  I rubbed her shoulders as I looked into her eye
with concern.

“Yeah…yeah, I think so.” She started brushing dirt off her body.
I was happy to assist.  She was so lithe and beautiful.

“I’m so sorry.” The father spoke up. “She’s a very clumsy girl.”

“Not a problem.” I wrapped my arm around Sara and hugged her to
my side.  I felt her body stiffen against my own  “I have a
little sister about her age.  They can be quite a handful.”

The father grinned. “I’ll say.  It looks like you’re very good
with children.”

“Daddy…” Sara whimpered as my fingers crept under her bikini.

“Hold on a second, sweetie.” He dismissed her cries. “Are you and
your sister close?”

“Yes, very close.” I kissed the top of his daughter’s head.

“That’s nice.” His eyes lit up as he watched me hold his little
girl.  “I’m sure she’s very special.”

“Absolutely.” I moved my hands over her body down to her hips.
“Sara seems very sweet.”

The father laughed.  “Have you been following us?”

“No.” I rested my head on her shoulder.  We were cheek to cheek
as I brought my right hand between her legs and cupped her bikini
bottom.  “Just watching these girls on this line.”

“Ah.  Yeah, Sara’s a very precious girl.  I’ve seen it first
hand.”   His voice was beginning to quiver and trail off.  “Tell
you what.  I think Sara needs to go to the bathroom, why don’t
you take her there?”

“Well…it’s the least I can do I guess.” I smiled and the father
nodded as I led Sara away by the hand.

The walk to the bathroom was a tormenting, excruciating, delight.
 I was actually going to love this little cutie.  I couldn’t wait
to kiss and hold her.  For her part, Sara walked grimly, her hand
in mine, while looking at the ground.  A few minutes of
tantalizing anticipation and we arrived at the bathroom.  I led
her in to the men’s room and we went into the handicapped stall.

I sat on the toilet and Sara stood in front of me.  I hadn’t
noticed how sexy her legs were  until I pulled down the bottom of
her suit.  They were tan and slender and so smooth to touch.

“Baby.” I touched my chest as my penis began to press against my
shorts. “Do you think you can take your top off for me?”

With a stone-faced stare, she reached behind her back and removed
the lime-green top.  She had small, round nipples. As she stood
naked before me, I couldn’t believe there was anything more
beautiful then this little girl.

“Happy Birthday, Sara.”

I saw her legs begin to tremble.  I looked up at her face as it
grew red and she burst into tears.

Oh my god.  What was I thinking?  This isn’t what I wanted.  Not
like this.

“Sara..I..” I started hugging her as she cried into my shoulder.
I knew I was a monster, a horrible excuse for a person.  I
comforted her, and myself, for as long as I could, but I had to
leave before somebody found me with her.  I ran away.  I
abandoned the abused girl.
