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				THE WATERPARK
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				By Parkwatcher



		CHAPTER 4 - "HIDDEN GEMS" (Fg inc MF Mg infant Mb)


	Once out of the water, Ian dried himself off a bit with a clean
towel that had been placed neatly nearby. He didn't want to admit it to 
himself, but his cock was actually now getting quite sore. He had a 
wonderful ride with Alicia in the wave pool, though the water friction 
certainly didn't make it easy. And then the little red-head, Mandy, gave
him a jolly ride, first a body slide two ways before finally letting him 
into her treasure chest.

	He walked towards the towel dispensary to see what toys and 
other distractions he could find there. He found it odd that the towel
dispensary was even open, since someone had thoughtfully placed stacks 
of clean towels on tables all around the waterpark.

	He passed a pool with a rope ladder suspended across, and some
floating lilypads. Some skinny young girls were trying their skills at
crossing the pool hanging from the rungs of the rope ladder, their legs
splayed wide as they tried to reach the next floating pad, exposing 
their puffy bald mounds, or in some cases the hint of a pink button
protruding from their girl furrows. Some had wristbands, some did not.
He sighed, hoping one might catch his eye for later. None did for
the moment.

	As he passed, a short young girl was hunched over a table near
the pool. From behind he thought it could have been Kelly, a spritely
new mom of about 22, who worked at a fast food restaurant not far from
his place. Kelly certainly presented a tempting view, he thought, 
admiring from behind as she hunched over the table. He could just make 
out her womanhood beneath and below her round, firm ass. He had seen 
her before many times at the nudist camp through the summer, often
with her baby, a girl who was born earlier this year. As he rounded the
table he could see her dark curls dangling from her head as she leaned
over, and could now see she was brushing her baby's belly with them,
making her giggle.

	Her baby was au natural as well, which was normal. Then, the 
woman pressed her lips on the baby's plump tummy and blew, making a
whoopie-cushion sound. The baby giggled more. Ian stopped to watch for
a moment, ever the voyeur, soaking in the sights just as he would at
the nudist camp sometimes.

	Then, Kelly pushed the infant's knees wider apart, and he could
see her full girlness from where he stood. Kelly then leaned in again,
this time opening her lips and mounting them around the baby's cunny.
He watched in shock and amazement, as Kelly's jaw moved in almost a 
chewing motion, her mouth completely enveloping the infant's vulva.

	This went on for a few moments, with bursts of giggles from
the baby, as Kelly seemed to deliver a mouth massage to her infant
daughter's sex. Ian felt himself strangely aroused again, watching
the mom leaning over, bobbing her head slightly over her little girl,
her ass exposed to him. He saw the red wristband on Kelly's arm, along
with the blue one. He took the signal and stepped closer to the 
young mother. Frozen for a moment with apprehension, he watched Kelly
continue the mouth massage, sloppily licking and suckling on her
daughter's slit, as the baby wriggled and giggled. She saw Ian
standing behind her and stopped for a moment to smile at him, before
resuming the cunnilingus on her baby daughter, flicking the infant's
clitoral hood with the tip of her tongue quickly to elicit more
squeals.

	It took him a moment, but the he realized - of course, the red
wristband on Kelly, she wanted to be surprised, maybe even taken a
little roughly. Still, he wasn't sure. Kelly seemed to make it
clear to him though, she arched her back, pushing her ass out 
more towards him, exposing the intricate fleshy folds of her swollen
womanhood. He had remembered from those times at the nudist club 
that Kelly's labia always seemed to be large, protruding, almost
curtain-like beneath her slit.

	Nervously, he approached the woman from behind, taking his
member in his hand and giving it a few strokes to fluff it back to
life. Bending his knees slightly to position himself, he pressed
his swelling cockhead into her folds. She was moist, and the
puffy meat curtains enveloped Ian's cock as he pressed it further.
She slowed her massage work on her little girl for a moment, 
ushing her hips back towards is his pelvis to take his full length
in.
	He pumped the young mother, slowly at first, then more
quickly, as her slick tunnel spread its sweet goodness around his
shaft. With the way she was bent over, her tummy pressed down and
her back arched, he could feel his cockhead pressing to the full
length of her vagina, touching against her cervix, making her
whimper slightly as she mewed and mashed her daughter's cunny 
along with the rythm.

	After a few moments of his bucking and twitching his
hips into her, she took one of his hands and guided it to her
neck. Wrapping her hand around his, and around her neck, she
squeezed it, giving him a clear signal. The red wristband 
really was no-holds-barred in seemed.

	He squeezed her neck on his own, her hand left his as she
steadied herself, continuing to make her baby coo and giggle 
with her mouth working over the infant's bald cunt, as Ian 
thrust his cock in and out of her from behind, squeezing her neck
to interrupt the blood and air flow, heightening her pleasure
immensely it would appear.

	In long, slow pulses, he throttled the mother, squeezing
her neck long enough for her cheeks to blush deep red and her
nose to snort as she tried to breathe while her mouth was
otherwise occupied. Kelly grunted occasionally, but continued
to press her hips back into his as he filled her fleshy hole.

	But, he could tell it was too soon. He softened, even
with the highly engaging and erotic choke play, and even watching
the women go down on her little girl. Kelly stood up and sweetly
caressed his lean, athletic arm. "Having too much fun here, huh?"
Ian nodded slightly, sheepishly as his meat left her hole and 
continued to soften. She winked at him, and motioned to her 
baby, still on the table, braced with Kelly's other hand. "Do
you want to have a go at her?" she asked nonchalantly.

	Ian hesitated for a second, and the young mother read
his shocked expression. She clarified, "Not that, no you're
way too big. You'd split her in two!"  She giggled a bit, then
continued, "No you can do what I was doing. Taste her. Smell
her. Make her giggle, it's fun! Besides, fucking her isn't
allowed."

	Still not quite sure, he paused. Kelly moved behind 
her baby daughter, leaning her head over the infant's. She 
reached her arms around her and, resting her elbows on the 
table, she took the baby's ankles and spread her legs wider
apart, exposing the girl to him. Ian took in the sight, one
he had never seen to be sure. The baby's small opening was
about as wide enough for a pencil, her plump mounds were 
stretched exposing her faint pink inner lips, still glistening
from mommy's mouth juices. The landmark, of course, was the
bulging teardrop shaped clitoral hood, just above the small
baby hole. He glanced over at Kelly, meeting her beautiful
green eyes. Kelly smiled widely, "Go ahead, she loves it!"

	He leaned over the table, lowering his head down to 
the girl's body. He could smell her, the glistening slick
mouth juice from Kelly, and the baby's own fluids, making a
distinctive a faintly acrid, musky scent. His lips parted,
and he kissed the girl's chubby girlmounds, pressing his mouth
onto her pubic bone, then opening wider and stroking his
tongue across her inner lips. The girl cooed and shuddered,
staring at her mommy's face abover her head. She seemed
confused slightly, she had never felt those sensations at 
the same time as she was looking at her mommy's face.

	Ian quickly got into a rythm, suckling and licking,
darting his tongue around and into the girl's smooth, slick
baby cunny. Kelly spoke softly to her daughter, "There's a
good girl. Give uncle Ian a good taste!"

	Ian continued, pressing his mouth over the girl's
pink sex a bit harder, slurping as if eating an ice cream.
In a minute or two, the girl gave out of louder squeal and 
her body shuddered slightly. Did she just orgasm? Could
babies even orgasm? Ian wondered, but figured at any rate
the girl had had enough.

	"Well done, Ian," Kelly said. He didn't recall her
ever using his name before, or even chatting with him much
before then. She seemed like a proud momma, and cooed back
at her wriggling daughter. "She liked that lots. Maybe next
year she'll be ready to return the favor!"

	He didn't recall seeing too many children in the 
waterpark below the age of 7 or 8 having any wristbands on,
but then he remembered what Jeff had told him when he first
got there. If they don't have a wristband, he couldn't 
initiate, but they could still play on him if he lets them.
By next year, Kelly's daughter would be a toddler with an
oral fixation, and it seems clear that Kelly was encouraging
her daughter to enjoy herself here.

	With that, he left the young mother and her cooing,
wriggling wet baby, and continued his journey to the towel
dispensary. When he got there, he saw that indeed, they 
still had clean towels to dispense from behind a counter
in the wall. And they still took the used ones, to be 
cleaned and reused. But they also had an assortment of pink
baskets with goodies that would not be out of place in a 
stag shop.

	There were small bottles of scented and unscented
lubricants, a few slender vibrators of various shapes and
lengths, some dildos, similar to the ones he saw at the 
entrance, where the children who would be active here had
to first test whether they could fit in them without much
discomfort, and enabling them to have a wristband. There
were some handcuffs, and some condoms as well. It was quite
an assortment of wares.

	"Take what you want," said the man behind the 
counter. He recognized him as Tom, an older fellow who ran
the concession stand back at the nudist park. He was one
of the few who, in addition to the lifeguards, was wearing
clothes. 

	"Thanks, Tom," Ian replied, waving a hand. "Not right
now."

	Ian continued along the deck, towards the changerooms,
where he was anxious to see what treasures were to be 
discovered behind the doors. As he approached the door
to the men's changeroom, he saw a sign posted on it that
read, "Red wristbands only." This piqued his curiosity, to 
be sure. Whatever went on behind the door, it was only
for those who had already expected the unexpected.

	He pushed the door back, and heard the telltale moans
of ecstasy emanating from within. He peered into the room,
and to his left saw a naked man, slender and effeminate, with
his ass pressed against a divider that led to a changeroom
stall. He moved back and forth, slapping his asscheeks against
the sturdy wall of the stall. Ian caught sight of a flushed,
red-toned cock protruding from a hole cut into the stall
wall. It was a glory hole, and the meek man was making use 
of it, getting assfucked by a random stranger behind the 
divider.

	Perhaps not a stranger at all, Ian thought, as 
he realized all the doors had been removed from the stalls.
He walked the length of the room, peering into the first, 
where a pudgy, older man he only vaguely guessed could have
been Judge Nancy's husband, had his body pressed against the
other side of the dividing wall, clearly the donor of the
cock the slender man was pleasuring himself on just on the
other side. Sitting on a bench in the same stall with the
judge's husband was a boy of about 17 or 18, who was leaning
his head towards the opposite wall, his flowing sandy locks
covering his face as he bobbed his head on another cock
poking through a hole in that wall. The teenager stroked him-
self rapidly, pounding his meat with determination, as he
sucked on the unseen man's cock.

	Ian took another step or two forward and peered into
the next stall, where he found the muscular cop, Pete, facing
the wall where his cock was obviously the one the teen boy
was devouring from the first stall. Pete sure got around,
Ian thought to himself, watching as the strapping man flexed
his glutes, pulsing his cock through the glory hole into 
the boy's mouth on the other side. Just getting up to leave
Pete's stall was Mandy, again. The freckled red-headed girl
had apparently just had her hole filled again by Pete, 
judging by the flushed red skin around her puffy bald mound.
Ian could see a glistening, stringy gob of whitish fluid
clinging to one of her swollen labia. The nine-year-old
was insatiable, he thought. She saw him and smiled, wiping
herself down with a towel. She stepped out of the stall, 
bent down and planted a kiss on Ian's manhood, itself still
red and sore from giving the young mom, Kelly, a filling.

	Mandy scampered away, back out to the waterpark 
area. Ian continued to stroll through the changeroom, coming
to the third stall. There, he saw Jeff, Alicia's dad, and
apparent organizer of the event, seated on the bench with
another twink of a lad, no more than 16, riding his rigid
shaft, his legs inside of Jeff's. The boy's semi-hard cock
bounced uselessly, ignored, slapping off the boy's thighs.
Jeff's eyes were closed in pleasure. The boy was one he had
seen a few times at the nudist camp before, but he couldn't
immediately recall any more about him. Seems Jeff found a 
moment to enjoy himself at least, thought Ian.

	In the last stall, he saw much a similar scene, but
with a teen girl, only slightly older than Alicia, maybe
15, riding a much older man, but seated almost the same
way as Jeff and the teen boy. This girl was bronzed, with
jet black hair, thick eyebrows, and full, pouting red lips.
She was Elena, the Greek family's girl. The Greek family were
a recent arrival at the nudist colony. The father owned
a restaurant in the city, and the mother stayed at home.
The father was hairy, heavyset, and spent most of his time
at the camp in the sun, while mom was thinner, graceful,
with long, straight dark hair. She swam, and was involved
more in the group, sometimes readying activities for the
camp's children. The daughter, Elena, he had seen many
times as well, noticing her pert breasts, rounded thighs,
her flat tummy, and nose piercing. She liked to paint her
nails black, and could have been a Goth. The much older
man was one of the community regulars, a widower Ian
thought. He glanced again, and noticed she wasn't taking
the old guy in to her pussy, as he first thought, but in
her ass. Elena gently double-penetrated herself with a
large black dildo while she bumped up and down on the
old man's cock, working herself to a hedonistic climax. 
The swarthy teen girl also had an assortment of wristbands,
red, blue and pink. Seems she liked it all!

	His curiosity satisfied, Ian made for the door, back out 
to the waterpark. What to do next? Find Alicia again, for another 
round perhaps? Track down Toni, who he last saw riding the boy 
who was Alicia's age? Did her earlier glance seem like a come on? 
Maybe see if young Emma was still in the kiddie pool, willing to 
orally explore another stiff cock?

	He left the changeroom and nearly stumbled into Toni who 
was walking from the towel dispensary with a long, slender, silver 
colored vibrator. The fit, toned woman flashed him a warm smile, 
"Liberating, isn't it?"

	He returned the smile, and was about to say something 
in return, but Toni continued, "I mean, the camp is one thing. 
Nothing like roaming around in the sun, swimming at the beach or 
playing volleyball in just your skin." He nodded in agreement. 
"But here, we get to really let loose, even if it's just once a 
year. It's like our Christmas!" Which was fitting, since it was so 
soon after the winter holiday.

	"I had no idea," he started. "I mean, this is just, wow."
Ian struggled for the words. As he spoke to the slender mother of 
the girl he had plowed not long after he arrived, he was vaguely 
aware of the smaller kids playing nearby. But suddenly, his 
attention flicked to his groin, where a girl of about four or five 
had come over and decided to take his hanging length in her hands, 
and stuff the tip into her mouth. Her skin was coffee colored, a
mixed of South Asian and white, with bright blue eyes and dark
long hair. Darshana, he remembered her name. Her parents were 
frequent visitors to the nudist community, too. Outdoorsy types,
who liked to bring a tent. He had often heard giggling from that
tent, and now he wondered if it involved young Darshana here,
and her parents, in some deliciously inappropriate way. He saw she
had no wristbands, but she had approached him and so this, he 
understood, was within the rules. The girl's head was just the 
right height, her eyes looked right into his pelvic bone, as her
warm, wet, soft mouth encased the head of his cock. With almost
expert, practiced precision, she began to bob her head to and fro
along its length, the red raw skin of his shaft glistening with
the girl's mouth juices. She changed the pace frequently, and when
she slowed, she would flick her tongue tip sideways over the bottom
of his cockhead, pressing into his frenulum and driving shivers
of electricity up his spine.

	"I see you met a friend," Toni continued. But Ian was not
in a condition to answer, his was awash in pleasure once again.
Just four, maybe five, the girl gave him a hummer like a pro, rubbing
her own slit urgently as she continued. Though not all of him 
would fit in her mouth, more than enough of it did to send him
over the edge. He lunged his hips forward as Toni watched in 
pleasure, and with another thrust he came into the little brown
girl's mouth, his member twitching with each spurting load.

	When he had finished, the girl looked up and smiled, then
dashed off towards her parents, who had watched the whole thing
approvingly from some deck chairs a ways off. Toni laughed. "You
will fit right in here," she said, and walked away to somewhere.

	Ian, feeling energized once again, headed for the wave
pool.

(Continued in chapter 5)

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