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				THE WATERPARK
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				By Parkwatcher



		CHAPTER 2 - "WATER SPRITE" (Mg mm FF Mf fsolo)


	Before heading over to the wave pool, Jeff had given some final 
tidbits to Ian, who as a "newbie" could otherwise get himself into some
trouble. The park's regular lifeguards worked the special event, and were
"out of play." This was for safety reasons, and they remained pacing 
back and forth at their assigned positions. They were paid quite well,
Ian understood. But the group didn't want any incidents that might 
attract the wrong attention, so lifeguards stayed fully clothed and
would work the event, never saying a word outside of the waterpark.

	The washrooms were off-limits for any extra-curricular activities
as well. But the changerooms were not. In fact, Jeff had suggested that
Ian might find the changerooms "quite enjoyable." This piqued the
divorced man's curiosity somewhat.

	Finally, at the towel dispensary, there were also some supplies
to make things, well, easier. "There's lubes, condoms, and some other
toys," Jeff told him. "Use whatever you please."

	With that, Ian wandered over to where Jeff had said his daughter
was hanging out, by the big wave pool which was in about the middle of the
park. He walked by the wading pool on the way there, passing under a
bridge that connected stairs from the wading pool, to a large water
fort, where the giant bucket would periodically dumped water all over 
the fort area. He glanced again at Pete, the muscled police officer 
who was still thrusting his hips into the face of Judge Nancy's
granddaughter, a pretty little thing with bright blonde hair in a pony-
tail, whose small mouth was stretched wide as Pete pushed his meat
in and out of it, one hand bracing the back of her head. The six-year-
old's mouth was at exactly the right height to take him in. Her eyes 
were wide opened, staring at the brawny man. Her hands were still 
planted on his ass, gripping tightly. Pete's cock glided rigidly in and
out, in and out of the girl's mouth, pressing her nose against the smooth
skin of the clean-shaved pubic bone above his hard shaft. Pete's eyes 
were closed, his mouth slightly agape, wincing occasionally in clear, pure
pleasure. His rythmic pumping became more rapid and intense, he tossed
his head back and groaned and finally held the girl's head pressed
fully onto his cock as her throat twitched, obviously swallowing his
load.

	Ian stopped for a moment in amazement, never having seen such
a sight before, a grown man of about 25 with his penis fully enveloped
by a six-year-old girl's lips, filling her puffy cheeks with his cum.
In a moment, Pete slid his cock out of the girl's mouth, and said, "Thank
you Emma. Say hi to Grandma Nancy for me!" The girl grinned, as she 
separated herself from him, and wiped her lips with her hand. She splashed
away to play with some other kids who were nearby, as if she had only 
given the man a friendly hug. The other kids had been playing with a
small basketball, and had paid no attention to Emma and Pete.  "Bye Uncle
Pete," she said as she bounded away.

	Pete noticed his attention and waved at Ian. "Hey pal," said the
muscled cop, before turning away to find a place to relax.

	"Wow," Ian thought to himself. He didn't even notice his own shaft
was now firmly at attention, and in his hand. He had been tugging slightly
on himself as Pete had spurted his loads into the Emma's throat. After a
moment, he continued to the wave pool.

	Ian walked under the bridge, and around the water fort, nearly 
getting splashed by some kids spinning a watermill on the top of the 
structure at unsuspecting passersby below. He noticed not everyone had
the colored bracelets, but quite a few did - of all ages.

	He observed the wave pool as he approached, and saw lots of 
activity, both innocent ... and sinful. Two women, one probably about
40, the other quite older - possibly it was even Judge Nancy, who was 
approaching 70, were encoupled in an embrace in the middle of the wave
pool. The two women were pressed against eachother, lips locked, their
tongues dashing around the other's. The younger woman had her hand over
the older woman's sex, pushing at least two fingers inside her. The
older woman was grinding her hips into the hand. Ian noticed the younger
woman's hand that was fingering the older lady had both a blue and a 
pink bracelet.

	Around them, some kids were playing. A boy, maybe 15, maybe 18,
it was hard to tell, was close to the shallow part of the pool, on all 
fours, as a darker boy of similar age, took him from behind. The dark-
skinned boy pushed himself into the other lad, his meat piercing the other
boy's anus, his balls slapping into the other boy's. The one on all fours 
was grimacing in pain and pleasure, as the boy behind him, gripping with 
both hands around the other's hips, pumped in and out over and over again.
They both wore blue wristbands, Ian noted.

	Playing with some younger kids, off to the far side under an
umbrella-shaped water fountain, was beautiful Alicia, Jeff and Toni's
daughter. She was chasing and being chased by a few younger kids, her
wet skin glistening in the bright lights of the waterpark. She laughed
as she bent over to splash a girl of about 8 or 9, then turned to
run again as the girl recovered and chased her. Alicia's brown hair 
was wet, nearly black, and clung to her face and neck, the ends of her
hair outlining her developing breasts. Those nipples again, Ian
thought. How he loved to admire those dark red nipples. He noticed
they were quite taut and perked, probably from the water and the
slight breeze from the large ceiling fans that circulated the humid
air.

	Alicia glanced over and saw Ian, gave a big grin and waved.
She jumped out of the water and bounced over to him, her arms open for
a hug. As she pressed against him, he thought it odd because she had
never really much noticed him before, at the nudist colony. But now,
she was hugging him like a long-lost friend. Her soft, smooth tummy
was pressed into his cock, which had only just softened again after 
voyeuring to Pete and Emmas a few moments ago.

	"I'm so glad you made it!" said the teenager. As she broke the
embrace, she looked at his pink wristband, "Oh thank god! I had hoped
so!" Ian was surprised at the warm reception, and took a moment to 
admire his admirer. The young girl's thin wrist had a blue wristband
on it to be sure. But he did a double-take when he saw the red one, as
well. Remembering what Alicia's father had told him about the red
ones, he was about to say someting when Alicia noticed he had seen it.
"I love surprises," she started. "But this is the first year my dad
let me wear a red one."

	"I didn't think you were that into me," Ian said. "At least,
we've never really talked much at the camp." 

	"Silly," said Alicia. "I've noticed you watching me. Even my 
dad told me he's seen you watching me. You have no idea how hot
that makes me." Ian continued to be surprised at this news. Clearly,
the girl was great at hiding her feelings.

	"Sometimes my dad and I fool around, but lately he's liked 
boys more. When he said you were coming here, I was totally excited!"
Alicia was indeed giddy, and took Ian's hand. She started for the 
wave pool, pulling the older man along. As she turned, he admired her
figure, which was maturing most pleasurably. Her waist was still about
the same girth as her hips, but her butt was plump, her lithe thighs 
had lost some of the youthful softness he saw back in the summer, and
were becoming athletic and sinewy. She led him into the water, and
his erection had almost entirely returned.

	"Have you ever," he started. She glanced back, smiling.
"I mean, you said you and your dad fooled around. What exactly have
you done?" he asked. She grinned back even wider, her perfect teeth 
gleaming between deep red lips.

	"I'll show you," she promised. The girl frolicked deeper into
the pool, then, letting go of the man's hand, threw herself backwards
into a wave. Ian caught a rare glimpse of her flowering girlhood,
her bump of flesh covered in just a sparse forest of thin dark hairs
above the thin slit separating her labia. Like her mother, Alicia had
a bright pink wrinkled nub of flesh that poked out of her vulva. The
girl submerged under the water for a moment, then reappeared, her
soft globules of titflesh jiggling slightly as she stood again.

	Waist deep now, Ian was deprived of the frontal view of
Alicia's beauty partially. Those perfect, perky breasts were still 
on display, however. The girl reached out a hand and surprised him
by grabbing his hard fleshy shaft, which was arrow straight and point-
ing directly towards its target. He felt himself pulled into the water
until he too was waist deep, her hand squeezing him slightly as if
testing his hardness.

 	Alicia was clearly comfortable, and in control. She seemed to
love the water, and loved what was in her hand. She led him deeper,
and now the water was chest high on him, just to her neck. She stopped
there, and hopped up onto him in an embrace, her legs wrapped around
his trunk, her arms around his athletic shoulders. Her small pert
teen breasts were pressed into his chest now, and he could feel her 
hard nipples, her warmth. She kissed him, amatuerishly, as an
inexperienced teen might. Lips puckered, attacking his. He responded,
allowing his lips to part slightly, gently sucking on hers. After
a moment, she mirrored him, opening her luscious mouth slightly,
allowing his tongue to probe her warm wetness.

	Her hips ground into him, her pubis was pressed into his tummy,
just below his belly button. She reached a hand down, and found his
meat again, his head was throbbing under the water and tapping her
butt repeatedly. She took his shaft and guided it towards her pink
folds, using small circles to open herself up with the head of his
cock. Once she was sure he was at the threshhold, she shifted herself
down, allowing him in slightly. The tightness was thrilling, and
almost overwhelmed him. In fact, at first he thought he was in her
ass. The water made it difficult in the beginning, with the friction.
But she persevered, moving her body in circles, a hand still on his
shaft to keep it from plopping out again in the moving water.

	He assisted by bucking his hips slightly, and placing his 
hands on her sides, and push the girl down on himself. Gradually,
her lubrication took over, and he slid further, deeper inside her.
She gasped and moaned as his full length entered her, stretching
her lips apart. He could feel her public hairs brushing the bony
flesh above his groin. The tightness was unreal - his ex-wife had
been 19 when they first got together, and she was quite petit.
He had rather enjoyed her tightness. But this was on an other-
wordly level it seemed. The teenager glided herself up and down
on him like a pro, locking lips with him again. The waves crashed
around them, pushing them slightly every time, but she remained
focused on riding herself up and down his length.

	"Fuck me," she said, breaking their liplock briefly.
"I want that cock in me," she heaved. He dutifully applied himself
to pumping his meat into her stretched pink hole. She girl quivered
and shook, with pain or pleasure he wasn't quite sure. Her face 
winced as she moaned. Finally with a hard thrust he burst his
cream into her, spurting its payload into the depths of her 
girlflesh, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

	A few minutes later, the pair lounged on reclining deck
chairs just outside of the wave pool. Ian's legs were splayed
apart slightly, his cock now soft, spent. He worked on bringing
his breathing back under control and reflected on how long he 
had longed to do that to Alicia. Probably since the first time
he saw her at the nudist camp. Alicia was lying on her tummy,
her plump young ass glistening with drops of water. She was 
looking at the older man, still smiling. 

	"That was awesome, Ian," she said after a few minutes.
"My dad was right." Alicia told him that when her dad had told
her he had seen Ian admiring his daughter, she squealed in delight
and asked her father if he thought Ian's cock would feel as big
as his in her. Her dad had reassured the girl that it probably
would, as Ian looked to be about the same length and girth
from what he could tell.

	The two talked some more. Alicia explained that she had
only got her blue wristband when she was 10. Before that, her
dad didn't think she was ready. Beign highly curious, she had still
given a few boys blowjobs before that, at other special
days at the waterpark, and even at home. Once, when she was 11,
she gave her neighbor, who was just 10, a blowjob. But mostly
she just fooled around with others from the naturist community.
She had had sex with her dad at ten, with her mom watching. Now 
that she thinks about it, it was really her dad enjoying a 
threesome. It was her first time, and it hurt a bit, she said,
but after that she was addicted to his cock. At the annual 
visits to the waterpark, she wanted to do it more with her dad,
but he was often busy running the whole event, and had started
leaning towards men and boys anyway. He had noticed earlier
that her dad was wearing only a blue wristband.

	"What about you?" asked Ian. "Have you been with other men?"

	"Mostly boys," she answered. "I did Pete last year,"
she said referring to the muscular cop he saw in the kids' wading
pool with six-year-old Emma before. "But he likes them younger,"
she continued. She would have been 12, which Ian thought of as 
pretty young for intercourse. "My friend Mandy likes to do him,"
Alicia continued. He knew Mandy, from the naturist group. She was
nine, a freckled-faced red-headed girl with pale white skin, 
thin as a stick. She struck him as a bit shy, and her parents were
really protective. But it dawned on him that with this group, 
nothing is as it seems.

	"But really, I've just been fooling around with some 
of the other kids my age or younger the past couple of years,"
the girl continued. She rolled over, facing Ian, her dark haired 
triangle once again on display. She reached down between her
thighs as she spoke, probably not even realizing she was stroking
a finger along her labia. "Like Sohpia's brother, Jason."

	He remembered Sophia and Jason - she was the girl who 
was testing herself out when he came into the waterpark, and who
was rewarded with a blue bracelet for riding the dildo, much to
her parents approval.

	"Jason's dick is smooth and small, I guess it's ok for
a boy his age," Alicia said. "He doesn't squirt anything, not yet,"
she said, referring to his dry, pre-pubescent orgasms. "But he can
just go and go," she continued. "He fucks his sister, his mom,
all the time. I even caught them once in the girl's change room
back at the colony."

	Alicia had now gone from stroking the length of her pussy
lips to inserting a slender finger inside herself. As she was
frigging herself idly, she continued, "That time he was bent over
her on the floor, pounding his little dick into Sophia."

	Her finger moved in and out of her slit faster. "I was 
kinda jealous of her," the girl sighed. As she spoke, a couple 
was walking by. Ian knew them from the colony too, they were
young professionals, he was a lawyer he thought, and she might 
have been in politics. They were in their late 20s, had only
graduated a couple years ago. A real Ken and Barbie couple. He 
was handsome, athletic and lean, with curled locks hiding his 
forehead. She was blonde, thin, with a tight flat tummy, and 
a completely bald pubic mound, which was clearly waxed often.

	"Hi Alicia," they said in unison. Then the Ken doll
on his own, "I see your dad let you have a red one this year."
He looked at Barbie instinctively, as if for approval, and she 
gave him a thin smile back, as though her approval wasn't 
needed. The Ken doll took his meat in his hand, which had been
limp at that moment, and with a few strokes got himself hard.
The foreskin was pulled all the way back, exposing the cherry
red glans of his cock. He was shaved hairless as well, which made 
it seem bigger, but it was plenty big.

	The teenager grinned as the man as he stood astride her
deck chair, stroking his shaft rapidly while facing the girl.
Barbie watched with glee, her thighs rubbing together slowly,
still leaving a noticable gap between them. Alicia smiled as
well, looking over at him. Her hand didn't slow down or stop
her own self-pleasuring, nor did she rudely turn away from
Ian. Instead she turned her neck to face the man standing
over her beating his meat.

	After a few moments, Ken reached his crecendo, bucking
his hips into his fist, as long strings of white cream suddenly
jumped from his cockhead, and onto the teen girl. Her own 
rythm increased, too. She rubbed and rubbed herself, squeezing
her thighs together, mashing her fingers, which were mashing 
her button. As the last drops of cum fell from Ken's cock
onto the girl's chest and budding tits, he smiled and turned
to walk off with his partner. As they left, Ian heard Barbie
say to him, "You know you can have her anyway you want now,
Gary. Why not get a toy next time?"

	That's right, Ian couldn't remember the names - Gary
and Linda. Ken and Barbie. Same difference. Still, he was 
surprised that Alicia had welcomed being bathed in his cream 
so readily, so publicly. He still was getting used to exactly
what this private event was all about.

	He then focused on watching his young lover as she 
madly rubbed her clit, bucking her hips several times as she
heaved her breaths, then bit her lips. Slowing down, she 
came back to earth. "Oh man," she said. "That was random. I
didn't think they'd ever noticed me before. But I guess it's
the red wristband."

	Ian had noticed Gary and Linda each sported their own 
red wristbands, along with a pink and a blue for both of them.
Clearly, they didn't want to miss out on any potential action.

	After a moment, Alicia sat up. "Come find me later,
I might be in the changeroom," she said to Ian, then got up
and jogged towards the wave pool again.

	With that, Ian got up to explore this weird, wonderful,
sinful place.

(continued in chapter 3)

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