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 Author's Note: More to come, but let me know what you think about the writing, the characters, or whatever else. I'm needy for feedback. You can check out anything else I've written at /files/Authors/Paul_Harggus/ or email paulharggus@gmail.com with criticism or compliments. 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.