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 The Neighborhood Park; Part 2
Tags: M/g, public, piss, ped, (fingering/rubbing),
It had been nearly a week since my girlfriend Molly and I had found the
little girl named Sandy rubbing her little 8-year old slit, sparked by
watching me fuck Molly's wet pussy in the shade of a tall tree at the local

park.

   And NEITHER of us had forgotten the sight of Molly rubbing the little
girl until she had a tiny girly cum, squirting her delicious juices, and
giving the both of us a memory we would never forget.

   Waking up shortly before 10 am on a lightly-cloudy day during the middle
of the stretch of rather hot weather, I looked over in the king size bed to
see my favorite morning wake-up fuck with Molly wasn't
happening--remembering she'd left the night earlier to tend to her family,
who lived on the Oregon Coast--which meant she'd probably wind up fucking
her brother, or maybe even her father or mother, which I knew was a
likelihood as she'd grown up in a much-more incestuous family than I had.



   Feeling my morning wood, and flicking the lone sheet off my otherwise
naked body, I felt an urge to start the day off myself, but knew I was
better off saving it for what Molly and I had decided for ME to do while
she was gone.

   Which involved heading BACK to the neighborhood park--and hopefully
would involve another little girl, maybe Sandy, who had made BOTH of our
wettest dreams come true.  But I hoped I'd find another one, maybe one
younger, and hoped I could move a bit further on my own.

   After eating a bowl of cereal, and slapping on what I felt like wearing
in the warmish weather, I got in the car and headed to the park, wondering
what kind of "scenery" I'd be fortunate to get a nice view of today.



   Getting out of the car after the quick drive, and stepping onto the bark
dust path leading to a small play area; swings, slides, etc., I perchanced
to glance at a little girl, maybe 6 or 7--definitely younger than sexy
Sandy--and with the cutest blonde curls, wearing a tiny(tight) pair of
yellow spandex shorts, a thin-material tank top with "Dora the Explorer" on
it--I knew I had struck gold in my solo adventure.

   Casually walking over to the play area, and seeing several dozen other
children, with a few speckled parents watching half-ass'edly, while mostly
on cell phones, or chatting with others, I stepped over through the area,
and caught a few more peeks of the little wonder, but obviously KNEW better
than to act as your typical sick, perverted pedo--not wanting to openly do
anything that could wind me in jail, or ruin anyone's life.

   Acting as if I was merely a passerby, I walked over towards the small
fountain area, and took out my cellphone, sat down, and acted as if I was
merely checking my texts', and so on, as I was setting the video camera on
record, and capturing the wonder of a few little girls playing in the cool,
splashing water--some were wearing tiny swimsuits, and one was merely in
her little panties, maybe 3 or 4--kinda too far on the YOUNG side, but I
was entranced by her tiny flat chest, with her pokey little nipples,
soaking wet--and then I had to shift my legs, crossing them, as my cock was
well aware.



   Watching, while recording a good 5 minutes of girl-water-fountain play,
I stood back up, knowing my erection had subsided, and headed through the
field, towards the baseball diamond.  Unfortunately the girls' team wasn't
there, meaning NO Sandy.  But I still had my eyes, and cock, set on the
little blonde girl, who I suddenly saw running across the field, being
chased by a few older boys--part of what I knew were the "mean crowd",
mostly 11 and 12 year olds--the preset Bullies from the local school.

   Seeing the little girl running into the nearby public restroom "Ladies"
side, the boys stopped, seemed to yell something inaudible to me, directed
at the poor child, then they split back towards the field.

   Walking, while checking to see if any parent was being attentive, which
seemed to be a non-factor, I headed over to the "Ladies" side, and knew
well enough from Molly that it was a single-user restroom, which meant the
scared kid was inside, probably crying her eyes out.

   Knocking lightly on the door, I heard a loud "GO AWAY!!" coming from
inside--the frightened girl was expecting it to be the chasing Bullies.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, concerned for her emotional safety, and feeling
the love for all little girls I'd felt since I was younger--and had my
lovely little sister Sherri be the absolute definition of desire for my
teenage years.

   Not getting anything back from her, as I could hear her soft cries, and
sniffling, I suddenly heard the restroom door lock go from "OCCUPIED" to
"VACANT"--as she unlocked it.  Moments later the door opened, and I saw the
saddest-looking face I'd ever seen.  She had to be no more than 6 years
old, and her little "Dora" shirt was smudged with mud, probably from being
shoved and pushed by the little punks that had been chasing her.

   She sniffled once more, then looked at me, wiping her eyes. 
"Are...those boys here...?" she asked, worried still.

   "They're gone...what did they do to you?" I asked her, being the
concerned adult in the situation, kneeling next to her as she came out of
the restroom.

   "Th..they chased me...and pushed me...I wasn't doin' nothin..." she
replied, weeping softly again.

   "Where's your Mommy or Daddy...?" I asked, wondering for two reasons:
Why wasn't a parent keeping an eye on one so young, sweet, and tender--and
whether or not I had to face any possible additional concern for being so
close to said young, sweet and tender girl--which could come off as a 100%
true exclamation of "PERVERT" coming out of the blue.

   She wept a bit more, wiped her nose with her arm, then shook her head.
"Mommy's at the store...I don't have a Daddy...not anymore..." she replied,
adding to her sadness, obviously recalling another sad memory.

   "What's your name?" I asked, inquiring as to the name I could add to the
story I'd be recalling later, once Molly came back in a few days.  But even
my deep desires were pushed somewhat aside, as I wanted truly to make the
little girl forget her troubles, and see a beautiful smile return.

   "Lissa..." she replied, trying to come to a smile.

   "Lissa...what a pretty name.  I'm Steve..." I smiled back, then wider as
I saw a smile finally return to little Lissa's cherub-like face.

   "Mommy said not to talk to strangers...." she suddenly explained,
driving my gut up my throat, "...but now I know you...Steve." she giggled,
making my heart light up, and everything go back to normal.

   "Where's your Mommy work?" I asked, hoping for MY sake no one would spot
me trying to basically Pick-Up a 6 year old girl.

   "At a store...they sell clothes and stuff...for big people..." she
replied, not sure of any added details.

   "For adults?  Like toys and stuff?" asking back, seeing if my sudden
thought was accurate.

   "Yep..." she nodded, giving me a clear idea--her Mom worked at a local
Adult Store--and from a quick glance at little Lissa's face, I think I knew
who her Mother was--one of the strippers (exotic dancers)--and even think I
recalled her name, "Jenna"--who was one of Molly's faves in the few times
we stopped by for some inspiration, or a few new toys which I'd wind up
sticking in one or more of Molly's holes later on.  (....where was I??)

   "So she's working?  Why are you here?  Is someone watching you...?" I
asked, her, still unsure if I was about to be accused of something by a
prying pair of eyes.

   "My babysitter...Mrs.  Jensen...but she's busy with the other kids..."
she replied, then must've had a quick recall of being chased.

   I nodded, "The boys who were chasing you...?", but stopped when she
broke back into tears, and I couldn't help but console the child, hugging
her softly, and feeling her body heat, and smelling her wonderful
fragrance--nothing womanly, but a heavenly aroma of a little girl, slightly
sweaty, and an added sweetness from her shampoo, or bath soap.  "It's
okay..." I told her, rubbing her soft curls.

   Suddenly we both heard a nearby Ice Cream wagon--one of the few that
pedaled through the park most days--she broke off the hug, and looked up at
me, with a new smile.  "Can...can I have some ice cream...?" she asked me,
basically a complete stranger--well, to her at least, as I'd seen her
mother, Jenna, rub herself to many orgasms while "dancing".

   Not about to turn her smile upside-down again, I smiled, and held my
hand out for her to take--her little giggles melted my heart once more, as
she skipped as we walked over towards the stopped Ice Cream wagon, where
several children were busy picking out treats, while the Ice Cream man was
taking pennies and spare change.



   "What do you want?" I asked Lissa, who knew what she wanted quickly,
pointing at a picture of a Strawberry Popsicle.  The man looked at us,
sighing loudly from the heat+business.  "She'll take one of the strawberry
ones...I'll have a fudge pop" I ordered, handing the man the $5(which was
mind-blowing, but worth the added happiness on Lissa's face).

   Not taking too long to eat her own treat, as we sat on a bench in the
shade, Lissa looked up at me, as I was nearly done with my own.  "I gotta
tinkle..." she whispered.

   Looking down at her slightly red face, I nodded, "You know where the
bathroom is, right?" I asked, giving her a little modesty, and not wanting
to add to the potential for "PERVERT" being screamed.

   She shook her head, "What if the boys are there...?" she asked, seeming
to come up with a "good enough" reason for me to accompany her to the
restroom.

   My cock suddenly re-wired itself into puppeting my brain, and I tossed
my popsicle in the nearby trash can.  Looking back at her, feeling a
renewed hope of doing what I knew was my goal after all, in this solo
adventure, I smiled.  "Okay..."



   Taking my hand, and obviously feeling more comfortable with me than I'd
expected, and enough to have me take her to the bathroom--Lissa seemed to
be looking around to see if the Bullies were around.  Obviously they
weren't but as soon as we arrived outside the "Ladies" side, we stopped.

   "Well...go ahead...I promise, I'll be right here..." I began to tell
her, thinking she'd be able to take care of things herself--but felt her
hand squeezing mine, tighter.  Looking up at me with a few growing tears in
her eyes, my heart sank--but my cock grew.

   "I don't like being alone..." she began, "...whenever I tinkle my
Mommy's with me...she helps..." a sudden clarification, and my mind began
to wander--seeing the sexy stripper of a mother wiping Lissa's little 6
year old slit, and hoping there was more involved than mere hygiene.

   I inhaled, then exhaled loudly--knowing if anyone spotted a strange man
going into a restroom with a little girl---WAIT...how would anyone know of
anything?  For all anyone knew, I was her Father, Brother, Cousin,
Uncle...or baby sitter---helping my charge...?  Right??

   "Please....?" she asked, adding to her emotional anchor, sinking me in
my place, and giving me that little smile she must've discovered was her
super-power.

   Smiling, I gave in(cause NONE of you would?), and we entered the
restroom, and once inside, I locked the door--and waited to see where my
solo adventure would be heading to, as I was now within the "Red
Zone"--then turned to look over at little Lissa who was standing near the
toilet, looking back at me.  "Huh??" I asked.

   "Can you help...?  It's too tall for me..." she asked, noting the slight
step up to the toilet seat, then didn't even care about the still-strange
man looking back, as she pulled down her little yellow shorts, and cute(as
fuck) little pink panties, exposing her little, hairless, wonder-slit.

   Feeling my cock starting to leak pre-cum, I walked over to her, and
without delay, I lifted her up to the toilet seat, stood back, and watched
as her little legs were spread far enough, mainly for balancing her ass on
the large seat--and saw the trickling of her piss, flowing from her little
slit, making my cock even closer to cumming, without even touching it.

   "...tinkle, tinkle, little star..." she giggled as she sang her little
jingle.

   I laughed, "who taught you that?" I asked.

   "Mommy...when she first showed me the pee game..." she replied, her
words echoing in my ears.

   Pondering of my next move, I couldn't help but stare at the trickle of
piss flowing from between Lissa's little pale legs, her hairless, perfect
slit slightly open as she casually hummed "Twinkle Twinkle", with a smile.
"...tinkle tinkle, huh?  You play a game?" I asked, looking back at the
beautiful little face gleaming with childhood innocence, but knowing
somewhere in her tiny mind she was recalling something intimate she'd done
with her mother.

   "Mm-hmm....called the pee-pee game..." she nodded.

   "How do you play it?" I asked, ready and waiting to learn the rules.

   She paused, looked down at her little mound, and shook her body,
dripping the last little piss into the toilet, then looking over at the
toilet paper roll.  Then at me.  "You have to take some paper...and..." she
began, taking a handful of TP and wadding it into a ball, "...make it a big
ball, and take it..." pausing as she acted out the proper technique of
wiping the drops of piss from her tiny slit, "...and wipe your kitty, up
and down..." she explained, as she wiped herself, giving me a quick glimpse
of her inner folds, and the pinkest little pussy I'd seen in years.

   I found myself mouth agape, swallowing a dry swallow---then came back to
reality as my cock had slowly begun to take over my brain's control of my
body.  Smiling back at Lissa, I nodded, "...so that's how you play huh?"
She smiled and nodded.  "Does your mommy play...wipe you...?" I asked.

   "Yep...and I play it with her too...I wipe her...and sometimes she makes
more pee...so I have to clean it too..." she began, giving me a sudden
mental glimpse of her stripper-mom Jenna probably cumming, squirting her
juices, and having little Lissa clean the juices dripping from her pussy,
"...wanna play too?" asking me, giving me my invitation to touch her little
slit, at least in MY mind.

   Taking a wad of TP into my hand, I balled it up, and looked back at her,
seeing how far her mind could connect to what I was about to do, letting a
complete stranger wipe her little pussy, and maybe even more---depending on
if her mother had done more than merely wipe her daughter's slit.  "So...I
just wipe, right?" I asked.

   Another nod, then she seemed to ready herself a bit more, spreading her
tiny legs, gripping the sides of the toilet, and leaning back a little.  I
slowly moved the ball of paper up to her tiny slit, which was still a
little drippy, and gently wiped up and down, the tips of a few fingers
lightly grazed her bare slit, making my cock drip precum, knowing I had to
get more than a mere touch-by-proxy.

   Suddenly I heard a sigh--looking back at her face, her eyes had shut,
and she was sitting back on the seat, her little arms on her
legs--something was going on in her mind.  "That feels nice..." she
suddenly sighed again, looking back at me, as I rubbed her slit a few more
times, letting less of the wetted paper touch her slit, and more of my
fingers.  "Mommy usually stops with the paper....then rubs me..." she
spoke, adding to my encouragement.

   I dropped the tissue, looked back at her, and saw a slight nod given,
proving to me she was feeling more than the mere need for cleanliness.  I
touched her bare slit, 6 years young, and even more beautiful than
Sandy's--which I didn't think would be possible.  But never having much
contact with the 8-year old softball player's slit--one a few years
younger, merely by touch, was, well---PERFECT.

   "Mmm...." I heard a tiny moan come from Lissa as my fingers, 3 of them,
rubbed the soft skin, feeling more inside each motion--and feeling an added
wetness forming with each rub.

   "Is this what she does...?  Do you do it to her...your Mom?" I asked, I
HAD to ask.

   She smiled, nodded, then touched my hand as it rubbed her.  "She..."
pausing herself as she must've felt another little surge of potential
sexual energy, "...Mommy will put a finger inside...but...it hurts..." she
added, using her hand to take 2 of my fingers and stick them a bit deeper
in her virgin slit--at least I had thought--but as one of my fingers went a
bit more inside, I didn't feel any blockage.  AND I knew from my sexual
experience with little girls that a cherry WOULD stop most anything from
going in, unless a "popping" was planned.

   Lissa had nothing---my finger went in, followed by the second, and it
became 100% clear.  I was fingering her little pussy.  I was fingering a
little 6 year old pussy.  She didn't look to be in any pain, and as she
used her little hand to push a finger a bit further, she gasped. 
"Wh..what?" I asked, looking a little concerned, thinking she had to be in
some pain, due to being so young, and the definitive tightest pussy I'd
felt inside in years.  "Are you okay?" I asked her once more, getting a
look of satisfying enjoyment on her face as I penetrated my fingers a bit
extra, seeing it wasn't hurting her.

   "Ohh.....Mommy never went that much..." she finally spoke, clenching her
little pussy muscles around my fingers, making me wish that my cock was
inside instead.  I felt the amazing control such a young, little, perfect
pussy had as her muscles squeezed my finger.  "Mommy likes when I do
this...squish her fingers...then she takes them out and says I taste
good..." another added thought, and in complying with the rules, I slowly
pulled my own fingers out, and had to taste her flavor.

   Licking my fingers, the taste of a 6 year old pussy were hard to
compare--nothing had tasted as delicious to my recollection.  "Mmmm...you
do taste good..." I had to agree with her mother's assessment as I wanted
to double dip, but then paused as I felt her tiny sandal-less foot graze
the tent in my jeans.  I gazed back up at her face, seeing her eyes focused
on where her foot was touching.

   She looked back at my face, and tilted her head.  "Is that your thingy?"
she asked, realizing what the bulge poking her foot was.  I nodded, then
waited to see where her curiosity would take her next.

   Shoving any concerns out the hangar, "...have you ever seen one?" I
asked back.

   She shook her head, paused, then must've remembered something else, "my
Mommy showed me a bunch...thingies and kitties...she has magazines with
them in it.  Big boys and girls..." she answered, admitting her mom had
shown her porno mags--giving me an added breath of hope.  "...they were
doing things, Mommy said they were making babies..."(Dear God...!) Then she
looked back at my bulge, and lifted her foot, inhaled loudly, possibly
getting an added bit of courage as she neared to take the plunge into a
world she'd soon be fully immersed in.  "...Can I see yours?" she asked.

   (Gee...where do I go from this??)

   The End of Part 1